Blood from Stone [AU]

[Vigile]

"I'm afraid I am short of salt, ink or paper," the feline says dryly. "But I can in fact say that while it should be treated with respect, I have no issue with the idea of those worthy of the honor being restored to life after their premature death."

[Coquette Blacquin]

A gloved hand slips into a pouch; a pinch of salt is retrieved, and offered to the cat. 

[Vigile]

"How very prepared of you," is the long-suffering reply. "I expect a saucer of cream or at least a dab or two of chicken or fish pate," he mutters before licking the salt. He makes a face but swallows it easily enough.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Acceptable," says the Scale, before opening the door. "I need to back up my assistant. Please remain here, and I will escort you to the nearest Temple of... Uryll? when I return."

[Vigile]

"Vangal," the cat says a touch frostily, irked by the mis-labeling. "And I am Bright's His-paws-are-silent-but-his-growl-is-fierce-in-defense-of-the-righteous. I do not need an escort, nor shall I remain in safety while others fight for the innocent and helpless," he growls, darting after her.

[Coquette Blacquin]

You're a cat. You're not likely to be much help. The Scale doesn't argue, instead drawing his rapier and moving to help Ruby finish off the henchman standing guard. 

[Marian Hawke]

"Nice cat," says Ruby, when all's said and done, as he sheathes his own sword. "Where'd you come from? I've never seen a cat that flies before."

[Vigile]

The feline lets out a soft growl. "I am not a cat anymore than you are," he grumbles. "Are either of you hurt? It is not much, but I can provide some meager amount of healing."

[Marian Hawke]

"Oh, I beg your pardon." Ruby, ever cavelier, removes his mask, revealing a kind, jovial, male elven face, ringed by nut-brown curls. "I am the Ruby Redeemer, and this is my mentor, the Silver Scale. How do you do," he adds, sweeping into a deep bow.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"We're fine," says the Scale. "Let's get to Temple Street."

[Vigile]

"And what can be found on Temple Street- and does it have to do with the care of the other poor souls under vile durance as I was?" the celestial feline inquires.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"The Temple of Vangal. I'm sure they can send you home," adds Silver. 

[Marian Hawke]

"Home? Are you lost?" asks Garrett, cheerfully. "Maybe we can help with that."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"We're better with saving," points out Silver, still masked.

[Vigile]

"I am where I am meant to be. I would have prefered to have skipped the decades of being used a prize and showpiece but such is existence." He floats over to Ruby, studying him. "Ah, I have been remiss. I am Bright's His-paws-are-silent-but-his-growl-is-fierce-in-defense-of-the-righteous. An honor to met you, Ruby Redeemer." He bows, body arching in the air. And Coquette would be forced to say he's more elegant and graceful about it than half the nobles she grew up with under a truthing.