Imprints in Stone [AU]

[Bethany]

"Exactly. Particularly as if he gets away with it, he'll like as not start inviting his friends- or at least whatever passes for friends with that sort. So there's that," Beth agrees.

[GamesMaster]

Don brightens suddenly. "We could move and change the passcode!"

[Bethany]

"You have another building that'll work as well as this one, for as cheap as this one?" Bethany asks pointedly.

[GamesMaster]

He wilts. "No."

[Bethany]

Smiling a bit wistfully, the human nods. "Yeah. Me either. So... have to make the best of things, yeah? How badly will Bri being down for... however long mess the schedule up?"

[GamesMaster]

"Depends how long. She got done early, her next client's due in ten, but we can stall him. She'll try to get the guard out fast, and we'll not send any walk-ins her way until she's caught back up."

[Bethany]

"If we get any females that I can handle, let me know. I can take one to help out," Bethany informs him. "Otherwise... I best get back to it."

[GamesMaster]

"Yeah," Don sighs. "Alright. I'll be out front checking code words, same as before."

The guard is in there quite some time; when he leaves, Beth walks him out, but as she pops in to check on Brianne, the catfolk whimpers, "Beth?" in a small, pained voice from the bed. 

[Bethany]

"Hey, what's-" Bethany cuts off, breath catching in her throat at what she sees when she steps further into the room.

[GamesMaster]

Brianne lifts her head, her back and butt a bleeding, painful mess. Her ears are flat back against her head, and her eyes are glazed, her breath catching as she struggles to breathe through the pain. 

[Bethany]

Bethany doesn't hesitate any longer than that, pushing down her shock to rush over and lay a single finger on the catfolk's back. A quick mutter later and she can feel her best healing spell flow out of her and into her friend. "Gods above, that asshole- shit! Bri, are you- was that enough?"

[GamesMaster]

"Fine," she grunts, sitting up with some difficulty. "Gods, you're bril. Thanks."

[Bethany]

"The hells did he do to you?  You're covered in- here, let me clean that off," Bethany growls, softerning her tone as best she can for the second part. Tone still a bit hostile, she starts using magic to clean the catfolk off.

[GamesMaster]

Bri shudders. "Made me blow 'm while 'e whipped me. Savage fucker."

[Bethany]

"Blessed Aeris." A pause, as Bethany's mind sticks on that fact that the Spirit of Benediction might not be the most suitable Herald- or being, for that matter- to call on for this sort of thing. "Fuck. You can squeeze in time for a hot soak. A quick one anyway. I can conjure up the water, it won't take long to heat."