But... partly, yes. When Steven died, I did say I would punish the animal that did it. It took about four weeks before I had the opportunity, but I'm good at keeping my word.
[she's going to set this axe on an anvil for now. she finds herself an apron, and puts it on! ... she can't tie it in the back.]
Well, hopefully he doesn't try to come back at you for killing him. Here, let me help you with that.
[ he'll help tie the apron on her but at the same time he's kind of concerned why she needs the axe in the first place?? he...should ask. he will ask. ]
[at least stepping out also gives him some reprieve from her emotions. from outside, it won't be long before he hears a terrible clang of metal striking metal, and then a clatter as the axe is tossed aside. there's no scream, at least.
when the deed is done, lenore will sit down on the floor with her back against the wall, cradling her bleeding arm, now ending at the elbow, in front of her. there's blood on the anvil, on the floor, and on her apron. the severed forearm is left on the anvil.]
this feels like such a fever dream and law isn't too surprised to not hear any kind of noise escape lenore while she does, of course, the thing he expects given the signs so far. he gives her enough time to return to the blacksmith and offer her a weak smile as he keeps his eyes focused on her and not the bloodied mess. ]
[ she is definitely not fine and law knows it, however law will do her a kindness in his own right and allow her to have it. ]
I'm sure there's something here. For now we can use this— [ since law is in the petutual state of wearing shirts and hoodies with jeans, he'll take off his hoodie and will begin to wrap it loosely. ] It's not hygienic but it'll work until the healing effect kicks in here.
[ with that done, he'll go look for something. there....had to be something here, right? it's not like it would be impossible to find some sort of cloth. ]
[ and with that.....he'll find a cloth! it's not a clean one though so it's back to the hunt for something. trust a blacksmithing place to have clothes that weren't exactly clean, apparently. ]
[with a few more minutes passing, the regeneration process starts to kick in! law will probably notice right away, because it comes with a big spike in apprehension from lenore.
with the bleeding coming to a stop, she pulls the hoodie away to watch the arm reform before her very eyes. it grows back up to the wrist... and stops. a smooth stump is formed.]
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i mean he's not against people killing vlad because he's a petty binch but?? hello?? they're losing limbs for this sort of thing?? ]
Was it for Steven? [ ... ] That didn't happen to me when I attacked him.
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But... partly, yes. When Steven died, I did say I would punish the animal that did it. It took about four weeks before I had the opportunity, but I'm good at keeping my word.
[she's going to set this axe on an anvil for now. she finds herself an apron, and puts it on! ... she can't tie it in the back.]
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[ he'll help tie the apron on her but at the same time he's kind of concerned why she needs the axe in the first place?? he...should ask. he will ask. ]
So, what's the deal with the axe?
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You might want to step outside for a few minutes.
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hmmm. ]
No, I think I'll stay. It'll be fine.
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Only because you said please.
[ he'll give a shake of his head but honor lenore's wishes. he didn't want to—he could have put up with more—but he'll let her have this. ]
I won't be gone long.
[ and he'll walk himself out of the blacksmith area for a while, counting to himself. ]
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when the deed is done, lenore will sit down on the floor with her back against the wall, cradling her bleeding arm, now ending at the elbow, in front of her. there's blood on the anvil, on the floor, and on her apron. the severed forearm is left on the anvil.]
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this feels like such a fever dream and law isn't too surprised to not hear any kind of noise escape lenore while she does, of course, the thing he expects given the signs so far. he gives her enough time to return to the blacksmith and offer her a weak smile as he keeps his eyes focused on her and not the bloodied mess. ]
Do you need me to get you anything?
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A cloth, or a towel, perhaps?
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I'm sure there's something here. For now we can use this— [ since law is in the petutual state of wearing shirts and hoodies with jeans, he'll take off his hoodie and will begin to wrap it loosely. ] It's not hygienic but it'll work until the healing effect kicks in here.
[ with that done, he'll go look for something. there....had to be something here, right? it's not like it would be impossible to find some sort of cloth. ]
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[...he probably won't want it back, after using it for this.]
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It's fine; I can always get another one.
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with the bleeding coming to a stop, she pulls the hoodie away to watch the arm reform before her very eyes. it grows back up to the wrist... and stops. a smooth stump is formed.]
... God damn it.