In which something dubious happens

Departing, Lysa was pristine in her gleaming armor and all. Returning to the Soldier's Defense.. she went to great pains to -not- have her armor cleaned off before she got there. Her Daeus tabbard is filthy, and it's a good thing she had her helmet on for the fight. Only a droplet or two got through the visor to her cheeks.

But either way, she walks into the Soldier's Defense and calls out, "Zeke?!"

Braelnoir, likewise got sent home gooey from... wherever the pair were. As they cross the threshold into the Defense, she's is remarking, "-isn't in my boots, thank Kor."

Of course, Zeke is not handily /right/ there, but seeing as he's the only one with his name nearby he is quite readily summoned both by those who want Lysa quiet, and those who simply know him well enough to wonder at him being called in such a fashion. As quickly as he can manage without running or bumping into anyone - which turns out to be rather slow in fact - Zeke comes out of the woodwork to see what is the matter.

Unsurprisingly he stalls at the sight of Lysa and her unfamiliar companion in the state that they're in. He stares at them.

As always Zeke is clad in black and gray robes, the cowl is currently thrown back however to show off his brilliant blue scales and the six horns that lay across the length of his skull. His green eyes blink at Lysa. "Um... yess?" He sounds uncertain.

"I am not being sure if this is being the -correct- black gunk. But we have brought you samples of black gunk from the sewers." says Lysa as she steps forward and gestures to the slowly oozing gunk on her armor.

"If someone drank -this-, they're a type a'fool best scourged from the world t'keep from destroyin' it." Noir comments offhandedly with a shrug, "Lively stuff once ya get it outta the box."

Zeke's gaze takes in the dripping black water that is currently raining down on the floor of the hospital and lowers his voice considerably. Until even Lysa and Braelnoir will have to strain a bit to hear it. "You... sswam in it... and brought it dripping back to the hosspital?" The shock is evident in his voice, and his tail flicks up and down, fidgeting worriedly.

Shaking her head, Lysa remarks, "I am being fairly sure this is not being the correct gunk. This came from an Ooze that attacked us in the sewer." She pauses, "Turns out, smashing it with a hammer gets bits of it everywhere."

Braelnoir grins and gives a shrug laced with mock helplessness, "Who knew?" She sobers a moment, looking between the two and, "It was in a stone cube with a crack in it."

"If thiss isss the right thing, you brought it to the hosspital." He sounds a little frustrated, his green eyes darting around. There are quite a lot of people watching and he seems keenly aware of this. Zeke shakes his head and hands Lysa half his stack of towels before offering the rest to Braelnoir whom he blinks at twice; once with his inner eyelids. "Thisss one isss ssorry. Thiss one is Zeke; peasssce on your nesst." He says his own name a bit oddly as if he can't properly say the 'z' sound which makes it almost sound like an entirely different letter.

"As I was being saying. I believe this is not being the correct material. But I wanted you to test to make sure. I am being sorry for coming here. I should have sent for you. That was being an error in judgement on my part." She turns to step outside.

"Braelnoir." the merc answers with a grin, but bows her head with a soft, "Thank you." and starts to towel off, "Never dealt with... slime before. Gotta learn sometime, right?"

"No, no." Zeke takes a couple hurried steps forward before jerking to a stop when he realizes that Lysa isn't actually walking away yet; just turning that direction. "Roomsss. I will take you to a room to clean off yesss?"

"I was merely going outside, to not be being having this, goo... inside the building any longer than necessary. But if you wish to be being taking us to a room, that is understandable." offers Lysa. She reaches up to remove her helmet, and there's a little gunk on her cheek. A small smear. "It was acidic. So I am being doubting that anyone could have -consumed- it."

"Never underestimate the willful power a'stupid." Brae comments with a more casual shrug, "But, yeah, sugar, a place t'clean off would be great."

Zeke leads you back into the hospital, but not without quickly wiping the ground a bit of the mess that's been made on it. He can't help the trail that's left of drips and drops, but the rooms are not far away. "Isss it? It doess not ssseem to be hurting you." He motions to Lysa's cheek without ever coming anywhere close to touching her.

"Believe me... it was being hurting us until the creature expired. I am being guessing that when it dies, it loses it acidic nature." says Lysa. But she shrugs, "I was able to be being healing the burns."

"Know what still doesn't make sense? You can beat a slime t'death, but if you cut it, it just splits and you got two on yer hands." Noir muses.

The blue sith-makar stops before a door and then hurriedly opens it, standing aside so that it can be entered without crowding him inside. He will stand by the doorway. "Why would killing it make it lessss ascidic?" He blinks at Braelnoir. "Two? Thisss ssoundss odd to thiss one. Thisss one hass never before sseen a sslime-creature. Iss thiss normal for them?"

"I am being believing that the -creature- was feeding the acid to the slime. No feeding it, and it faded." offers Lysa. "But it was a being a creature of magic. Who can truly explain its nature?" she asks as she steps into the room and begins removing pieces of her armor without any real sense of modesty.

Braelnoir shrugs, "Dunno. I didn't know they did that until I took a swipe at it." she explains witha glance at her scythe. Likewise, she begins shedding armor without note of the audience.

It seems that /nobody/ in the room has any sense of modesty for all that Zeke stays far away from the two women he doesn't seem particularly concerned with their disrobing. All he seems concerned about is the topic of discussion. Namely the strange thing that they found in the sewers. "What creature wasss feeding the ssslime?" Zeke's tail is still flickering in that way of his. "Isss itss magic what made it sssplit in two? You sshould asssk other huntersss like yoursselvess these thingss. Perhapsss they will know more?"

"We are not being knowing. It was being contained within a stone block that opened a seam to let it out. It attacked when we drew close, thinking to take a sample of the black gunk oozing out." offers Lysa as she removes her gauntlets, and then the pauldrons and arm guards before asking Braenoir to help her with the breastplate.

Braelnoir is, herself, peeled down to the base layers by the time the request comes her way and she nods, "Sure, love." She leans to either side to get a gander at the fastenings, then helps the other shed the steel, "I still can't believe someone thought they found somethin' to drink in the gods' damned sewer...."

"It was being making me surprised when I heard him say it." offers Lysa as the fastenings down her side are undone, and the back and breast plates open like a clamshell, revealing the sweaty but relatively clean under padding she wears. It is obvious that she's in shape, or she wouldn't be able to walk around in such heavy plate armor. "You did well down there Braelnoir. I was not being introducing myself correctly to you, I am Lysa Hrolfdottr, Sunblade of Daeus. Would you allow me to be being giving you a small gift for your aid today?" she asks the other woman.

As the two women chat Zeke lapses into a thoughtful silence, his gaze distant as though considering something very important, his tail swishes and flicks back and forth.

A shrug, and Noir helps get Lysa squared away before she finishes taking off her own kit. Under the armor are scars of various origin, some tattoos and at least one brand. She asides, "Braelnoir is the only name I have. Orphanage brat, y'know?" though she is curious about, "Gift?"

"Aye. Gift." says Lysa as she reaches for the haversack she set down nearby. She reaches into it and pulls out a vial that she hands over. "I am being making these myself." she states. "Potion of light healing, but brewed with a base of mead, not water." she says as she hands it over.

"May I touch your armor?" Zeke interjects into the conversation suddenly, his gaze still distantly thoughtful.

Glancing back over, Lysa asks, "Mine or hers?"

Zeke says, "Either would do." Zeke nods once, his green eyes flickering to Lysa's armor.

"Of course." offers Lysa as she looks back to Braelnoir with a shrug

Braelnoir's eyes brighten, "Oh, honey," an apropos term, considering, "Ya didn't need t'do that, but I'd be right stupid to turn down such a thing in our business." She bows her head, and accepts the bottle, "Thank you." With Zeke's question she shrugs, "Go for it?"

The blue-scaled sith-makar steps forward, touching the armor delicately with one claw-tip. There's just enough of what rained down on them on it to get his finger wet. He sniffs at the liquid doubtfully and then uttering a prayer do Daeus licks it off his finger. The taste seems to startle him because he shakes his head back and forth before looking at his finger in surprise. "It tastes sweet!"

She wasn't looking when Zeke did that, but when he says that, Lysa whips her head about and stares at him, "You.. you tasted it?!" she declares in a harsh whisper. "Why would you..?"

Zeke looks at Lysa then Braelnoir seriously, lowering his hand slowly. "Thisss one would do /anything/ to sstop the plague. There are /hatchlings/ with thisss ssickness. Hatchlings!" He shakes his head and clutches his claw tight. "Perhapss thisss /iss/ the thing which the Kruulvog tassted. He ssaid it was sssweet thiss thing he wasss looking for."

Shaking her head, Lysa states, "You. You are being needed for these people. For us all. If you wish something tasted, then you ask someone like me, who is being far less important than you. Plus... I am being having the blessing of Daeus which prevents me from growing sick. In the future, please be being asking me to do the stupid things."

Braelnoir frowns some and looks off toward a corner as people 'noble' at each other, and she only fidgets a little bit, before, "So, this is yer bad mojo juice...? Should I be worried, us gettin' doused in it?" Then, she stage whispers to Lysa, "Didn't swallow any o'this swill, didja?"

Zeke has the grace to look a little bit chargined for his preemtive action, but he stands by his conviction silently if with a touch of embarrassment. "Thiss may be it... but he ssaid sssomething about thinking what he wasss tasting wass this ssweet water - but that it wass not ssweet. Perhapss there are two waterss in the ssewerss? Thisss one doess not know."

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