Bring Art to the healers..

He removed his hand, holdinger her gaze as she kissed him, then picked up his shirt and moved towards the door.

You want me to get you anything? he asked, hand on the door.

" Oh so you want to test the distance now?" ~she looked at him playfully.~

"Being the way I am I don't need to eat or drink or really sleep I just close my eyes sometimes so that would be a no I don't need anything but you."

Well you can come, if you you make yourself invisible. I don't want to get charged for double rate by the tavern owner!

He went outside and down the stairs into the main tavern, where he ordered a platter of food to be sent up. Some bread, a selection of cheeses, some fruit and oddly, two knives. He explained how he didn't like to cut the cheese if the knife had butter on it, and didn't like to use the butter if the knife had bits of cheese on it. He also ordered a small bottle of whiskey, then turned to go back t the room.

The tavern was fairly quiet, although one lady sat on her own near the back, her green eyes watching him carefully. He looked over at her and smiled - oh those eyes - then he went back to the room, turning to give the woman one last look before shutting the door.

~she laid on the bed looking up at the ceiling. finally not the library ceilings. Finally free from that place. The place she hated but learned to live with it not much of a choice in the matter. She pulled a piece of her hair and twisted it in her fingers as she was thinking. She had always wondered if someday her ghostly self would be forced to leave this world. She had so much regret from leaving Jade alone and failing the kingdom..and she hated herself for dying in general. She didn't even notice Art come back in the room.~

He stopped as he entered the door, seeing her lying there, on hsi bed, waiting for him to return. She hadn't appeared to notice him. He closed the door very quietly and dropped to the floor silently.
He moved around the bed, rolling under the bed on his right side, to avoid putting pressure on his left arm.

He lay there silently for a moment, just listening.

~she sat up alittle on the bed~

"Hmm I wonder how far he is being that am still sitting here. He is probably having a drink down at the bar. " ~she stood up and stretched and walked towards the window had a peek out and walked back towards the bed.~

He frowned slightly. Had she shimmered when he went downstairs? It seems that sort of range is fine if she hasn't noticed.

He looked around for something to poke her with, but found nothing except for a few bits of fluff under the bed.

There was a knock on the door and the sound of a tray being put down as the person outside called out the food was ready.

Art glanced over to see Indy's reaction.

~she chuckled and then phased in and out she changed the way she looked... made her look like a lady of the night that was here for alittle fun as she answered the door.~

"OOOhhh Its here! Am starving!" ~she giggled and then eyed the guy up.~

"What are you doing after work?" ~she ran her hands down his chest. and then took the tray.~

" I can give ya a deal cause your cute. I will come see you later." ~she pushed him out the door and shut it behind her~

~after shutting the door she laughed hard~

If she listened hard enough, she would have heard a little sigh escaping his lips. He started to make his way out of the bed.

~she smiled she heard him there and went over to the side and helped him up still in this strange form~

"ello love." ~she giggled.~

He let her drag him out, then got to his feet, looking at the tray of food and the botle of whiskey, then to her.

You never said you could change appearance.... That grin was back on his face.
That could be very... interesting... He winked and checked the tray to make sure they had included two knives.
They had.

Two knives he said Always worth having an extra knife, if you want to teach someone how to fight.
He picked up one of the knives - they were only blunt butter knives, just about capable of cutting through cheese - and threw it towards Indy.

~she caught the knife in her hand and phased in and out and changed back to herself.~

"Starting my retraining are you?" ~she smiled~

After I've eaten. That's why I told the woman to get two knives. One for me, one for you.
He started to eat, speaking between mouthfuls of food.

Of course my left arm is useless, so I'll have to do you right handed... I'm sorry.

He wondered if he had ever explained his left hand/right hand thing to her. It was plain to see he nearly always used his left hand when sword fighting, despite being right handed in everything else.

~she smiled~

"You know you never did explain how you do everything right handed yet you sword fight with your left...most people would think you sword fight with your right. It surprised me when i first saw you fight."

He looked at her as he ate, swallowing mouthfuls of food.
Have you ever seen me fight? Really fight? I know you've seen me spar and train, but ever fighting properly?

He shovelled some more food in then continued. He WAS hungry!

When I'm training, or bringing someone in for questioning, I use my left hand. I'm not quite as good with it as with my right.
But when lives are threatened, or speed is needed, I use my right. He smiled as he thought back on some previous fights.

There was this ball we attended, over in Icehold. I forget the occasion. You know Royalty, always holding balls which tend to end in.... His mind snapped back to the last ball he'd heard of, here in Draco, and he coughed.

So, anyway, we went along as honour guard for the Queen. There was me, Tiberious - you remember him? Sheldon was there I seem to remember, he went along for the drink. Floyd was there, I think. Did you ever meet Floyd? Short, young looking guy. His armour always looked too big for him. And a few others I seem to remember. Me and Tiberious were similar, we both fought left handed.
Anyway, there we were enjoying the party, trying to keep Sheldon from getting too drunk, when pirates suddenly invaded. Being Icehold we had had to leave all our weapons at the front door. The pirates didn't agree with that code, and came armed.
So there we were. 3 of the best Guards - as well as a few others - unarmed against some pirates. We managed to improvise some weapons out of table legs and chairs, and started fighting them off. Once we managed to get one down we could take their weapon.
Anyway, the order I gave was to take the pirates alive. I lost count of how any I managed to get, but I'm sure it was more than Tiberious. Then things didn't start looking too good for us. Some stupid mage set fire to the curtains, and the pirates we were defeating wouldn't stay down, no matter how many times I hit them.
Then from across the room one of the Paladins shouted something. The order to kill had been given.
In perfect synchronization me and Tiberious flicked our borrowed swords to the other hands, and the fight was over before we got dragged out of there.

He finished talking, leaning back slightly while still eating, and remembered what had happened after he had been pulled out of the fight.
That 'stupid mage' had been left with no transport home, and Artimus - ever the chivalrous one - gave her a ride home. That had been the firsttime he'd really noticed her, smelled her, saw.... he broke out of his thoughts. That was all in the past now. He was with Indis!

He realised with a start that he was idly touching the pendant, and moved his hand away from, and picked up the last piece of bread.

So, that's why I fight left handed.

~she listened to him~

"I remember hearing about that from the queen. and If I remember correctly that stupid mage was preia." ~she flickered alittle again.~ " I also remember the queen saying she was really mad about that. Yes I remember Tib and a few of the other guards. and I think all I had seen was spars. I missed seeing you in real action." ~she sat up on the bed playing with the knife getting a feel of it.~

"So what that when you fell for her?" ~she noticed that he had drifted off and figured he was remembering.~

He kept his eyes on Indis as he finished the last of the bread.

Don't let us talk about her. It's... not important any more.
He stood up and moved to the corner of the room, holding the butter knife.

Right, now come at me with that knife. Let's see if we can't spark your memory on what to do.

He didn't move to a defensive position, just remained standing, knife in his right hand.

~she looked at him then down at the butter knife then back to him.~

~she stood up butter knife in hand then threw it towards his head with great force. Figured after the earlier comments about the sandwich making was cause enough to throw it at him~

He hadn't expected her to throw it at him, so didn't have chance to react. The knife hit him in the forehead, bouncing off and not doing any lasting damage.

Ow! I thought you wanted to spar, not use me for target practice! He walked over and picked the knife up, then tucked it into the waistband of his trousers.

You threw your weapon away, let's see how you defend yourself now, Elf.

He moved towards her, hoping to back her against a wall if she tried to move.
As he got close he swung the knife from his right to left in an upward movement. ((so from her left hip towards right shoulder))

~instead of backing up she came forward and blocked his thrust with both her hands and spinning his arm around and behind him. and standing behind holding his arm in place kisses his neck playfully and stay real close to his neck.~

Had his arm behind his back.

Yeah, I'll let you have that one. A real combatant wouldn't kiss me of course. Unless she was good looking. And had.... Yeah, they wouldn't kiss me.... He glanced behind him.

Mind my bad arm, won't you.

~she smiled~

"Well its not like i kiss all my attackers. Just the handsome ones." ~she grinned.~

"Well if i wanted have hurt that arm hon you know i would of. Especially after the sandwich comments."

~she let his arm go.~

"Maybe we should wait for more practice back at the camp?"

He put the knife back on the tray and looked at his wife.
Yes. Now, that change thing you do... Can you show my your 'Lady-of-a-certain-profession' look again? He grinned at her.

~she gave him a look~

"Tired of the ol' ball and chain already? " ~ she closed her eyes and thought~

~she phased out and in. She was dress in a mage robe and then she opened her eyes... she shifted to bright emerald green eyes and grinned at him even her voice was alittle different.~

"Like what you see." ~her voice was soft~

It was fairly obvious he liked what he saw, and he bit down a curse for her knowing him so well. It wasn't that he didn't like the way she looked. Far from it. Besides, it wasn't cheating if it was still the same woman, was it?

He walked over slowly to the bed, glad there was no whiskey bottle to knock over this time. he stood at the foot of the bed, just out of her reach, staring into the those, loosing himself in them.
The clothing wasn't important, the eyes were everything to him. She could have told him to get on the floor and bark like a dog, and he would have.
His hand fumbled with his trouser fastening, his fingers were nimble, but not quite good enough to undo a fastening that required 2 hands.

He looked up to her, pleading with his eyes. She wouldn't make him beg, would she?