The raspy breathing changed as he jerked awake. He coughed as he slowly sat up, groaning in pain as his wounds were jarred. Both he and Natalie had collapsed of sorts onto their bed after some more tender care of his wounds.
He winced as he fingered the mostly clean but crusting wound. They might have forgot about the debris inside from the gunblade shots but at least the wounds had essentially cauterized. Kage let out a shaky exhale as he smiled down fondly at Natalie. She had collapsed while tending to his own wounds. Jin'li's assassin must have kicked her pretty hard but her breathing seemed stable. For good measure though Kage had tried to tend to her tender head but he too had collapsed.
But now he was in for more pain. Kage moved slowly, finding some sterile tweezers and some clean cloth. He situated himself in front of a mirror, eyeing the two holes in his chest before taking in a deep breath. Small whimpers of pain escaped as he took one... then the other pieces of debris out of his chest. A soft, practically inaudible gurgle escaped his lips at the pain as beads of sweat started to gather on his head. He brought a shaking hand to his chest once more. Conjury at least, did not require him to use aether like thaumaturgy once did. It wouldn't cause the same backlash he'd experienced since his transformation. The soft glowy hue spread from his hand over the wounds on his chest. As his arm fell limp at his side with a relieved sigh, his bare chest showed pink, tender and sore skin. He slumped in his chair, thinking of what had laid him in the state he had been in.
They might have caught Jin'li if they had figured out a way to disable the Black mage. Damned white haired Garlean Miqo'te. Damned mage. Now Kage knew why Gharen kept hating on him when he was still able to practice thaumaturgy. Really. He had been able to successfully sneak around and come up behind Jin'li through the Gate but he had quickly taken both of Jin'li's gunblade shots as well as one of the two fireballs the black mage had shot at him. He'd passed out and during the time the mage had teleported away with Jin'li when both had been nearly incapacitated. Merc had been able to follow and Natalie was left to see him. But both Kage and Natalie knew what was best done. Kage had urged her to leave him to chase after them as Merc had called to them over their pearl.
... and then Towering Falcon appeared.
By the Twelve, Kage wondered what he might owe her for her using her hands to help stop the bleeding of his chest as she kept him company before he had his chocobo drag him home.
What did he -owe-?
But at least... at least one of Jin'li's assassins was in custody. At least there is that.
He winced as he fingered the mostly clean but crusting wound. They might have forgot about the debris inside from the gunblade shots but at least the wounds had essentially cauterized. Kage let out a shaky exhale as he smiled down fondly at Natalie. She had collapsed while tending to his own wounds. Jin'li's assassin must have kicked her pretty hard but her breathing seemed stable. For good measure though Kage had tried to tend to her tender head but he too had collapsed.
But now he was in for more pain. Kage moved slowly, finding some sterile tweezers and some clean cloth. He situated himself in front of a mirror, eyeing the two holes in his chest before taking in a deep breath. Small whimpers of pain escaped as he took one... then the other pieces of debris out of his chest. A soft, practically inaudible gurgle escaped his lips at the pain as beads of sweat started to gather on his head. He brought a shaking hand to his chest once more. Conjury at least, did not require him to use aether like thaumaturgy once did. It wouldn't cause the same backlash he'd experienced since his transformation. The soft glowy hue spread from his hand over the wounds on his chest. As his arm fell limp at his side with a relieved sigh, his bare chest showed pink, tender and sore skin. He slumped in his chair, thinking of what had laid him in the state he had been in.
They might have caught Jin'li if they had figured out a way to disable the Black mage. Damned white haired Garlean Miqo'te. Damned mage. Now Kage knew why Gharen kept hating on him when he was still able to practice thaumaturgy. Really. He had been able to successfully sneak around and come up behind Jin'li through the Gate but he had quickly taken both of Jin'li's gunblade shots as well as one of the two fireballs the black mage had shot at him. He'd passed out and during the time the mage had teleported away with Jin'li when both had been nearly incapacitated. Merc had been able to follow and Natalie was left to see him. But both Kage and Natalie knew what was best done. Kage had urged her to leave him to chase after them as Merc had called to them over their pearl.
... and then Towering Falcon appeared.
By the Twelve, Kage wondered what he might owe her for her using her hands to help stop the bleeding of his chest as she kept him company before he had his chocobo drag him home.
What did he -owe-?
But at least... at least one of Jin'li's assassins was in custody. At least there is that.
