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[Haine has taken matters into his own hands.  When he found nowhere around that did in fact do piercings or tattoos, he figured any small, sharp object would do.  To be fair, the wings do look pretty badass with the hoops and cuffs and a thin silver chain he found to fill the piercings with.  Most of all, he just wanted to stick the bastards that

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[consultmybooks]

[Yeah, trail of blood is always going to get Giles' attention. Mostly, he wants to make certain that Yuber hasn't taken it upon himself to murder anyone and dump their bodies somewhere for civilians to find. Haine might see him on the approach a bit before Giles sees him - mostly, he's concerned with following the blood before he looks out for the person losing it.

He does spot Haine under his tree a few feet away, finally. His expression goes...strange. A mix of sympathy, pity, and something that might be anxiety or even outright fear.]

Oh.

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[Oh.

Haine can't blame the man for his reaction. How many bodies dead and dying did he walk by in the streets without so much as a backward glance and a brief moment of relief when it wasn't anyone he knew. He doesn't make a play for the man's attention or call for help. Years of training and reassurance that if his body is left alone long enough, it'll right itself work against him. His own body might be adept at healing itself, but these wings are more an unnatural growth than anything his body might have control over. For some reason the fact that they're a mangled, pierced mess right now has him close to dying and it hasn't quite hit him yet.

He looks over once, hand reaching for his guns, even if his fingers are still slick with his own blood.]

[consultmybooks]

[Giles' hands go up. Although one is still holding the journal, he doesn't make a grab for the sword hanging on his belt.]

For God's sake, what more could I do to you?

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[He makes a low growling sound, as much from the effort as anything else. He doesn't know the man, doesn't trust him, doesn't care who he is. Some looter maybe, waiting for him to die? Unlikely but...]

You'd be surprised. [He barely grinds the words out as he pulls his luger out.]

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You'd be amazed at how much I wouldn't be, actually.

All right. What more could I do to you before you shot me, then?

[He'll just...whisper the words for a barrier under his breathe while Haine answers. Hopefully, it will be a long answer.]

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Not givin' you any ideas...

[He frowns but doesn't pull the trigger yet.]

Ff... Fuck off old man.

[consultmybooks]

I doubt you're in any fit state to.

Is someone on their way, then?

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[Another growly sort of sigh.] Yeah, whatever.

...I got this. Shove off.

[As if to prove his point, he makes an attempt to push himself up.]

[consultmybooks]

[Giles will stay where he is and watch Haine attempt to get up.]

Who did this to you?

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[After some struggling, he manages a half-sitting position, though he leans heavily on one elbow. It makes it all the more obvious that his wings are the only real injury.]

Offhand I'd say... the Malnosso started it when... they put these fuckin' wings on me.

[consultmybooks]

[It is. But even if they weren't, the wings are drawing Giles' attention right now. It looks like Haine was tortured, what with the state he's in.

He sounds deeply unamused by Haine's flippancy, despite the fact that this situation should be desperately urgent.]

Yes. The wings are a bit of a vulnerability for every villager.

That's a deeply unhelpful answer. If there's a psychopath with a nail gun running around, I'd like to be able to warn people. [However, because Haine is still bleeding, he's going to take another few steps nearer. Not that he can be of any help, but...it's still not in his nature to ignore someone bleeding out if he doesn't absolutely have to.]

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[At that, he smirks a moment before his head droops, a barely audible chuckle escaping his lips.]

Nothing that exciting.

Thought I'd fuck with their pet project and... personalize 'em. Piercings didn't work too well...

[consultmybooks]

So no one actually gave you the lecture on wings and keeping them in one piece to avoid a painful illness and death?

...or were you aware that you were in for what is essentially a drawn out suicide?

I'm calling someone from the clinic.

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I don't like lectures.

[His breath starts getting a little rougher, his heart pumping faster as it tries to keep up with the loss of blood.]

And I don't... fuckin' need your help old man.

[consultmybooks]

Mine? No. I'm a terrible healer. I almost lost the use of my arm the last time I tried to heal something this bad.

Raine Sage, however, might be another matter.

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[His wings give another useless shudder as he shakes his head.]

I don't know what the hell you're talking about.