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Nasrin	'Twas the night before Christmas, and through-out the Slum, the chill rain was falling on Slum Lord and Bum. Newspapers were scattered, cast off to the breeze, while holiday programming was broadcast to TV's. The Assassin was stationed, her hood pulled down tight, a lone figure on rooftops covered by night. And it was /raining/. A balmy forty degrees with pelting rain and the occasional wind tunneled through the ruinous buildings making travel hazzardous. The gray hooded sweatshirt on the teen had turned dark with the absorbed water, though there was a rust-red stain above her elbow.
Na`Sabal-Une Fang	After figuring out where Nasrin was, Nasa had fluttered out as quickly as she could manage. At the edge of the rain and wind, she had reinforced her Protection From Elements spell, and then flew into the downpour, a small area just around the short fae's figure seeming to repel the rain and buffer the wind, allowing her her own little pocket of safety against the rain as she flew. Eventually, Nasa spotted Nasrin, slowly flitting down towards the rooftops fairly quickly. Soon, she alighted silently nearby Nasrin, her lip twitching as she glances towards that stain. Nasa takes a few slow steps forward, "...Did not to mention is also wounded. Could have brought a potion to help it to healing better." Nasa murmurs softly, slowly stepping up to Nasrin's side. She'd not been particularly stealthy, though rain and a naturally soft step and flap of wing may have made that a slightly surprising sound as she spoke, though she'd also alighted somewhere more to her side, rather than actually behind Nasrin.
Nasrin	NAsrin gives a small smile, and brushes off her elbow, as if it were nothing to have bloodstains on her clothing. "You should see the other guy." she replies wryly, turning slightly to the fae, and she turns out and looks over the mess of a city. "I'll be fine... so. What draws you out? Surely a sleepless killer isn't high on the list of someone to spend a holiday with."
Na`Sabal-Une Fang	"Maybe will to see if can to find other guy later~." Nasa says, her tone somewhat playful towards the assassin as she steps closer towards her. Soon, if Nasrin allowed it, she would completely violate her personal space to lean slightly against her. This was not an affectionate gesture, though it could be misconstrued for it. What it actually was doing, was sharing her Protection From Elements spell with Nasrin, making it so the cold was less bitter and rain less drenching. "Rainy night alone does to not sound like good way to spend a holiday either." Nasa responds with a small nod, giving a slight shrug. "Besides, is Drow. Is used to being around killers, so does to not mind at all." She says with a small smile towards Nasrin, absently scenting at her wounded arm and checking the actual volume of blood, trying to judge the severity of the wound. Doot doot. Don't mind the Nasa. "Why is having issues sleeping?"
Nasrin	On the plus side, not all of it is Nasrin's. On the not-so-plus side, the fresh part of it was. But it has an herby, bitter smell to it. It's been bandaged, and dressed. Nasrin gives a faint grunt at the violation of her personal bubble... but wasn't foolish enough to not accept the rather kind gesture of helping to shed the rain. She rings out some of her sleeve. "I don't think the other guy will be seen for a while." she comments dryly, and she purses her lips and blows out. It was much easier to talk about work than her... personal problems. "I have had problems since I was small. It's nothing to be concerned about."
Na`Sabal-Une Fang	Nasa focused silently when Nasrin didn't immediately reject her Protection from Elements spell, cementing it in place so it would last for an hour or two once she stopped contact with Nasrin, before she straightened up, letting her have the personal bubble back. She'd learned that personal bubbles were important and violating them too much got her in trouble sometimes! "Aw, was to being Elite?" Nasa asks, tilting her head towards Nasrin, her gaze shifting slightly up towards Nasrin. It was likely easy to focus on Nasa's face, since due to the darkness, Nasa's eyes were glowing faintly, the centers of them a red that could be mildly terrifying to spot randomly in the darkness, though the edges were a fairly nice shade of purple. "Ah... does understand. They do to have medicine for that, thinks... though does understand if does naut want to take it." Nasa gives a small nod. "Was wondering. Nasa has constant nightmares, herself, so was wondering if you were same." Nasa murmurs, turning her gaze out over the urban slum, her gaze shifting here and there as she does, wondering if she'd even spot anyone in this rain. Most had likely taken shelter.
Nasrin	It's not so bad. Nasrin violates personal bubbhles all the time. With stabbing. :\| "No, but a very bad man nonetheless." the Assassin replies quietly. She takes a deep breath, and she shakes her head. "My mentor once offered me drugs to make me sleep. All it does is create a nightmare I cannot awaken from." Nasrin replies. "People like me don't deserve to rest."
Na`Sabal-Une Fang	Stabbing~. Yay stabbing! Nasa shares that trait with Nasrin, really. Lots of stabbing. And she loved it! Not that she was vocal about it anymore. At least... not AS much. "Is good. Bad men do to deserve to being stabbed." Nasa says with a resolute nod. Nasrin's words caused a slight frown, thinking a bit on that. "... Why do you to not deserve to rest?" Nasa asks, tilting her head with an innocent gaze up towards Nasrin. Nasa was a hunter, but she also was half-fae, so it did lend to a rather childlike innocence as she looks up towards Nasrin. "You do to try to kill only bad people, yes? Why does not deserve rest?"
Nasrin	"Every man is someone's son. Someone's brother, someone's friend. Perhaps someone's lover. Someone's father. We may see them as someone who needs to be taken... but to a child, they could be their world. There is more to a single life than anyone could know. Even our own." she states quietly, thankful for the protection from the elements. She pulls back her hood a little, and heaves a huff of breath. "... which makes it hard to carry anger at those who leave me behind, even when I take from others."
Na`Sabal-Une Fang	"If they are to being like that... then they should to having the responsibility not to doing things that do to get people like you hunting them. You are righteous hunter of evil, yes?" Nasa says, giving a firm nod towards Nasrin. "... But still... does understand. Even necessary taking of life is to being hard." Nasa murmurs, lifting a hand to rub at her face softly. She hunted, she spoke big words, but she had rarely actually taken the life of a person, even people who hunted and tried to kill her. Nasa turns slightly towards Nasrin, thinking on things a bit. "Even if is necessary to protect others, does see terrified look when they are to dying... desperate pain as they do to struggle to stay alive... is hard, yes?" Nasa frowns a bit, "Is little disrespectful of them to be hard on yourself though. 'Ah, I did to lose to someone that soft?' ... does sound like something would want to see after Nasa dies. Would want person who killed Nasa to be resolute in her ways... even if was on other side. Honor for dead, yes." Nasa says. Yeah, she's /totally/ good at inspirational speeches... really.
Nasrin	"It's not the dead." Nasrin states, and she shrugs her shoulder, rubbing above her elbow, and she reaches with a wounded hand, pulling her hood forward. She exhales, shakily. Keep a tight hold of herself. "... it is the living that trouble me. I do not think that when I perish, I will answer to some lonely figure seated among the prophets and angels. There will only be the darkness."
Na`Sabal-Une Fang	Nasa shifts her gaze towards the wounded hand. Nasa reached her hand towards it, moving to carefully take hold of that hand on an unwounded part, moving her other hand to move clothing out of the way unceremoniously. "...This is your penance. Wounds you do to sustain, pain you do to suffer." Nasa says, gently releasing the hand, if she'd been allowed to catch it in the first place. "...Is trying to understand, but is hard. Was raised to not care for others. Is getting better, but drow society is harsh. If did have thoughts like yours... would probably to have not survived when was down there." Nasa says, brushing some of her hair out of her face. "...The living will to perservere, even if they do to hurt. Hopefully they will to move on, find someone less horrible to being husband and father..." She shifts her gaze away. "...Or... something ... like ...that. Is bad at comforting, realizes." Nasa mumbles, rubbing at her cheek nervously.
Nasrin	"It's all right. I'm awful at comforting others." Nasrin replies, reaches over, and clasps Nasa on the shoulder breifly with beat-up fingers. "My father once told me that it is better to love all men and bear the pain of their passing rather than to close my heart and hold nothing there." Nasrin pauses. "... and then he showed me how to cull weak lambs from the flock."
Na`Sabal-Une Fang	Nasa's fingers twitched as the hand clasped onto Nasa's shoulder, and her hand snapped up, her Hand of Transference beginning to spark to life, a black-red glow consuming her hand as she attempted to grasp Nasrin's arm. If Nasrin didn't move her arm out of the way in time, her wounds would begin to disappear. "... Just to not try to bear all pain ... upon yourself." Nasa says, lowering her hand slowly with a soft huff, success or not. "Remember... though does to maybe hurt ... small handful... is to maybe save hundreds others." Nasa says, giving a small smile towards Nasrin as she straightens up. "... Hopes that culling them was to feeding at end of day..." Nasa murmurs, wrinkling her nose. "If was just to cull them, without reason beyond is weak... is wasteful."
Nasrin	"... what? No, ti'd be a waste otherwise. We'd salt the meat." Nasrin replies, aghast. "The spring cull fed us for most of the summer."
Na`Sabal-Une Fang	The reason for Nasa's huff and slightly slower breathing was likely obvious soon. Nasrin's wounds were now mirrored on her body, though in a fairly lessened form to what they previously were. "Ah... is good. Was worried for a moment. Does know sometime humans can to being wasteful in strange ways..." Nasa murmurs softly, twitching her fingers slightly. "Does sound like delicious way to feed yourself~." Nasa says, flashing a wide grin towards Nasrin.
Nasrin	"-- did you just..." Nasrin begins, and she looks down at Nasa, and her eyes narrow. "Why did you do that? Why did you take the wounds onto yourself like that? Nasa, I was /fine/." Nasrin states, and sdhe pats herself down, looking to her little pot of salve. "That is an awful, awful way to go about things. I could have been healed up enough to continue in missions in a day or so."
Na`Sabal-Une Fang	"Now can to get back to missions tomorrow morning~." Nasa says, flashing a playful grin towards Nasrin. "Besides, will to being fine tomorrow, and will to being lazing about probably, because is to being christmas." Nasa gives a pretty resolute nod. She holds up her hand, her eyes glowing faintly. "Of course, if does to want the wounds back..." Nasa gives a playful look towards Nasrin that said she would probably not give them back. the wounds on Nasa were only half as bad as they had been on Nasrin, energy consumption reducing the damage to Nasa and making it half as bad. "Besides, does to have wounds worse than this all the time from hunting. Boar are to being assholes~." Nasa says, totally making light of the pain she was in. Wounds opening up were unpleasant.
Nasrin	"I didn't want them taken in the first place." Nasrin po ints out. "Had I known you were going to heal me I would have..." ... been extremely grumpy and bad natured about it. Which she is presently doing. "Boar are assholes, but..." Nasrin begins, and then gives a frustraited huff, and rubs her forehead. "Are all fae infuriatingly strange to contend with, Nasa? If so, I shall have to make a note to avoid the whole lot." she explains.
Na`Sabal-Une Fang	"Maybe naut, but will maybe to making it easier to sleep now that the wounds are to being gone." Nasa says, giving a firm nod. "Is probably for the best that did to not tell you was going to then~." Nasa says, giving a firm nod. "Mmm... does depend on the fae, really. Nasa does to think she is not to being infuriatingly strange to contend with, but is also to being the only one with Hand of Transference, really. Others that would to healing you would probably to not have had to use Hand to doing it. Nasa just is not to being capable of normal healing spells." Nasa says, rubbing at the back of her head, totally with her injured arm. Now that the initial shock was past, she didn't seem to mind the pain of the wounds. "Does really want to avoid Nasa?" Nasa asks, giving Nasrin Big Adorable Eyes that are probably actually creepy due to the darkness and the fact the centers of them were glowing red.
Nasrin	"... I see. Well." Nasrin replies, and she pauses, and she rubs the back of her head as she regards the fae across from her... and she rubs the back of her head. She takes a deep breath, and shake she rhead. "I do not want to avoid you, Nasa. I /do/ want to avoid you taking wounds to heal /me/. I don't like it when others get hurt on my account. Ever."
Na`Sabal-Une Fang	Nasa shifts slightly, turning towards Nasrin carefully, looking up at her thoughtfully. "Then will to just start carrying potions in doses safe for you then~." Nasa says, giving a firm nod. "Will help you heal, but to not hurt Nasa. Normally would to naut do this, anyway." Nasa says, shifting her fingers slightly. "To not worry though. Nasa is fine~. Is strong." She says, giving a firm nod and flexing her injured arm. Nevermind the small streak of purple blood on her arm, it wasn't bad at all. She'd really had far worse just from hunting. "Is not hurt on your account. Is hurt on Nasa's account of being silly and deciding to take your wounds, yes."
Nasrin	"... I don't ask for help. Unless there is a situation that I cannot escape from." Nas explains to Nasa and then she exhales, and shakes her head. "Don't worry about me. I'm sure you have friends to fret about."
Na`Sabal-Une Fang	"Then will just have to keep acting without you to asking for help first." Nasa says, giving a firm nod towards Nas. It was totally logical, really. At least, to her. "Mmm... maybe does have friends to fret about. But is always good to have new ones, yes? What if said wants you to be new friend, hm?" Nasa asks, tilting her head to look at Nasrin's face, intent on looking into her eyes with a rather serious look. She wasn't joking.
Nasrin	"... I don't make friends easily." Nasrin replies, quite deadpan. "My 'friends' and brothers alike have bad habbits of leaving me behind." And with that, Nasrin abruptly turns to make her way away from the edge, away from her watch in the slums, pulling her hood down over her eyes. "Unlike my mentor, I have few redeeming qualities."
Na`Sabal-Une Fang	Nasa shifts her gaze towards Nasrin, frowning slightly as she listens to her talk. "Nobody should to being left behind. Is one thing if does not spend much time with you, but left behind does imply something worse." Nasa says, her lips twitching into a deeper frown, watching Nasrin walk towards the edge. "Everyone does to have redeeming qualities...do to just have to... find them." Nasa says, giving a firm nod. She could hardly believe she was saying something like that, with how much she hated the other Drow. Everyone had redeemong qualities, really? Still, she said it so resolutely, so she must have been telling the truth. Nasa slowly walks towards Nasrin, stopping nearby her. "Those who did to leave you behind... did to just ... not look hard enough!" Why did she care? She didn't really know thos woman. Internally, Nasa was confused, though her outside seemed to support her words.
Nasrin	"I know precisely what it implies." Nasrin replies dryly... and she grasps a railing. "... I'm sorry, Nasa. I think I've wasted your evening." She mutters quietly. "... I should get going. There's presents to lay out for tomorrow."
Na`Sabal-Une Fang	"...Does not leave people behind that way." Nasa says, giving a quiet nod to herself. "... Was nau waste. Did do exactly what did set out to do. Did spend time with you, though did intend to try to make you smile, so maybe did to fail that part." Nasa says, giving a firm nod. "to having fun paths, hopes that you do to having a merry christmas."
Nasrin	Nasrin's shoulders rise up. "... Merry Christmas, Nasa. Take care of yourself. And rest if you intend on taking on the wounds of every idiot who gets themselves hurt."
Na`Sabal-Une Fang	Nasa fluttered her wings, suddenly lifting up into the sky as she listens to Nasrin. She didn't respond, though she did flutter around Nasrin briefly, attempting to poke her nose playfully, before turning and speeding off into the night. "To keep protecting the innocent, savior~." She calls out finally, before streaking off into the night.
Nasrin	Nasrin gets nosebooped, and gets the same look that a cat tosse in a vat of water gets as she pulls her head back and wrinkles her nose.