Jannistory19
The Eager Rper
Raban’s smile somehow made Janine smile, even just a little. She never expected this to happen, really - making a man smile. She felt herself blushing - Janine prayed to God that he couldn’t see a blush under colored skin. But he must’ve been relieved, and to be honest, she was too. It would've only been a matter of time before someone would come in and see them. Together. But now she was in her human form, she didn’t have too much to worry about… except for the whole bleeding out and rushing to get better situation. Her head was laid down on the floor as Raban went to go do something.
She gave a childish whine when told that she couldn’t sleep yet. “But it sounds so nice right now,” she mused with a slight cough. She thought about what he said and snorted a little. “I’m not exactly sure about me giving it my all….. It felt as if my other half was doing the last bit for me,” Janine muttered. She thought about how close she was to passing out - she had felt the remaining bits of her consciousness fading away - she knew she did. It felt as if she was going to go to sleep in the middle of the battle. But her other half just retaliated regardless of what was happening to her. She couldn’t recall a time when that happened before. She’d never gotten herself this hurt to test what her absolute physical limits were.
Either way, she was happy that she survived the attack from the dragon. She barely heard Raban’s voice apologize to her before she turned her head curiously, as if asking why. But then the pain registered and she clenched her teeth, grunting and hissing in pain. After a short pant. She looked down at her wounds - it looked as if they were the wounds of a mouse that got clawed by cats. She huffed and looked up to Raban at the same time as he looked up to her, and she gave a pained smile. The pain made her breath so weird and raspy, and she had to breath shorter breaths so she wouldn’t move her wound too much. She mentally snarled at the wounds that bled out so much, and hated feeling so vulnerable. Thanks to all the moving she had done before changing back into a human, Janine felt herself even weaker than she was the first time - but she felt safer with Raban, so it was okay. But just a little.
When Raban told her to wrap her arms around his neck, she complied. She reached up, wincing when her movements shot up the pain in her side, her eyes closing as she did so. Don't stop, she repeated in her head. After a few stumbles, Janine got up. She panted a little before looking to Raban, her head tilting to the side a little at his plan. “Home? With my mom? Oh god, she’ll have a panic attack…. Why can’t we just - mmph - go to the Order infirmary? Surely the others will wonder where I am? And Sir Kiegal will be concerned if I’m gone for more than a day or two without probable cause. With whatever destruction the dragons have done, he’s gonna want everyone to be available to help the people for a short while,” Janine stated. Sir Kiegal was adamant about the Order’s contribution to their general public to whatever city they protect. Help whenever it’s needed, doing the right thing, even when it was hard, that kind of thing. He said it helped build better Knights, and build character, as both warriors and as people. While she appreciated the sentiment, she sometimes disliked being nice to people when they were rude in the first place. She didn’t believe they deserved respect if they didn’t give it equally. But she supposed that was why he reminded the Order those morals in the first place.
But even then, it was just a matter of raising suspicion. What if someone saw them, and wanted to interfere? What if another Knight somehow saw them, and told Sir Kiegal? Wouldn’t Raban have to tell the truth? She didn’t want him to lie continuously for her. Especially when there was this lurking Hunter. She growled at the mere thought of him at this point.
“And besides, we can’t raise suspicion. That Greaves is still in the city, and he’ll be here a while. We can’t rouse anymore suspicion anymore than we already have. What if he sees us?” Janine pointed out. She looked back to the chair that was smashed to bits. Something that she was rather happy to aid in. “That chair will not be the only thing he will pay attention to. I’m sure he’ll have other things to showcase…. But at least it won’t be the chair,” Janine said with a small smile. Out of all that had happened today, she was happy to know that the chair wouldn’t be one of the numerous problems on their list. She shuddered at the thought of being his target of suspicion. Her feelings went out to Raban, who now had to be on his guard even twice as usual, until this whole thing died down. If that would even be possible.
She gave a childish whine when told that she couldn’t sleep yet. “But it sounds so nice right now,” she mused with a slight cough. She thought about what he said and snorted a little. “I’m not exactly sure about me giving it my all….. It felt as if my other half was doing the last bit for me,” Janine muttered. She thought about how close she was to passing out - she had felt the remaining bits of her consciousness fading away - she knew she did. It felt as if she was going to go to sleep in the middle of the battle. But her other half just retaliated regardless of what was happening to her. She couldn’t recall a time when that happened before. She’d never gotten herself this hurt to test what her absolute physical limits were.
Either way, she was happy that she survived the attack from the dragon. She barely heard Raban’s voice apologize to her before she turned her head curiously, as if asking why. But then the pain registered and she clenched her teeth, grunting and hissing in pain. After a short pant. She looked down at her wounds - it looked as if they were the wounds of a mouse that got clawed by cats. She huffed and looked up to Raban at the same time as he looked up to her, and she gave a pained smile. The pain made her breath so weird and raspy, and she had to breath shorter breaths so she wouldn’t move her wound too much. She mentally snarled at the wounds that bled out so much, and hated feeling so vulnerable. Thanks to all the moving she had done before changing back into a human, Janine felt herself even weaker than she was the first time - but she felt safer with Raban, so it was okay. But just a little.
When Raban told her to wrap her arms around his neck, she complied. She reached up, wincing when her movements shot up the pain in her side, her eyes closing as she did so. Don't stop, she repeated in her head. After a few stumbles, Janine got up. She panted a little before looking to Raban, her head tilting to the side a little at his plan. “Home? With my mom? Oh god, she’ll have a panic attack…. Why can’t we just - mmph - go to the Order infirmary? Surely the others will wonder where I am? And Sir Kiegal will be concerned if I’m gone for more than a day or two without probable cause. With whatever destruction the dragons have done, he’s gonna want everyone to be available to help the people for a short while,” Janine stated. Sir Kiegal was adamant about the Order’s contribution to their general public to whatever city they protect. Help whenever it’s needed, doing the right thing, even when it was hard, that kind of thing. He said it helped build better Knights, and build character, as both warriors and as people. While she appreciated the sentiment, she sometimes disliked being nice to people when they were rude in the first place. She didn’t believe they deserved respect if they didn’t give it equally. But she supposed that was why he reminded the Order those morals in the first place.
But even then, it was just a matter of raising suspicion. What if someone saw them, and wanted to interfere? What if another Knight somehow saw them, and told Sir Kiegal? Wouldn’t Raban have to tell the truth? She didn’t want him to lie continuously for her. Especially when there was this lurking Hunter. She growled at the mere thought of him at this point.
“And besides, we can’t raise suspicion. That Greaves is still in the city, and he’ll be here a while. We can’t rouse anymore suspicion anymore than we already have. What if he sees us?” Janine pointed out. She looked back to the chair that was smashed to bits. Something that she was rather happy to aid in. “That chair will not be the only thing he will pay attention to. I’m sure he’ll have other things to showcase…. But at least it won’t be the chair,” Janine said with a small smile. Out of all that had happened today, she was happy to know that the chair wouldn’t be one of the numerous problems on their list. She shuddered at the thought of being his target of suspicion. Her feelings went out to Raban, who now had to be on his guard even twice as usual, until this whole thing died down. If that would even be possible.