Welcome to Altir City! (Closed)

Aaron lifted his hand, unsure how much of the damage he had undone. The dragon was no longer bleeding, though he hadn't really counted so he didn't know if any of the cuts had vanished. Standing up he looked disheveled with his messy hair and torn coat, the ends of the coat as well as the bottom of his boots sticky with the dragon's pooled blood as he stepped back. Because I didn't seem dangerous enough. He thought sarcastically, muttering it to himself. He couldn't really do anything about it, not that he really cared. Aaron avoided looking at Nykidia, slightly upset at himself as she chatted with the man, not sure if she was angry like Night as he went back to the hydra. "Calm?" He asked, though he wasn't really looking for an answer. "I could let you down, but you'd have to promise to not attack anyone." For him a promise didn't mean much at this point, but perhaps the others would like the reassurance. He looked confused as something slid down his face. Removing his mask he realized it was chipped, and brushing a thumb over his cheek he felt a small cut. Probably from Nykidia or Night. "So what's it going to be? If you still want to fight I'm going to keep you up rather than act as damage control when you swipe at someone." His voice was a bit of a growl, his expression cold as he stopped caring how he should act around others.

Aaron finally had it click that the siren's voice was laced with magic as he resisted listening immediately, flicking his gaze to her with an unappreciative look. It didn't make him look the most cooperative with the blood on him. "Dragons fought, eventually they were stopped, golden eyes showed up." He stated bluntly. He was currently done dealing with others, dropping the hydra as his strings disappeared while he walked closer to Nysaxiope and her restaurant. "I can say plenty more inside, ma'am. Though the dragons might need assistance, one can only help so much." He was definitely growling at this point. Though even coming off as angry and uncaring his eyes seemed to show some level of hurt, a result of him not knowing how to react to others, as he brushed past the siren and sat on one of seats in the restaurant with a ticked expression.

The male sighed softly, "I assure you, Myself and my brother head Faraneer are completely harmless unless we need to defend ourselves. My other brother, the one who was currently in control, I cannot say the same for…"
Mylnorr frowned, knowing what he said was true, though thanks to Kirdairn's 'fun times', it was most likely these people weren't going to believe him. As if to emphasize, Kirdairn's voice suddenly hissed in their mind ~Why the hell did you suddenly step in?! Damn't! Now you see what they will truly think of us…nothing more than monsters~.
"Shut it Kirdairn," he snapped out loud.
He paused, realizing he had spoken outloud. Mylnorr released another sigh, lifting a hand to rub his temples. He tried to keep talking to himself and in their mind, but sometimes it was hard to remember that when in a single body. Mylnorr turned their head, hearing a female voice and sensing the power behind it, but it seemed to only 'tickle' them so to speak. It was enough to have their attention.
The male was quick to give a short bow to the woman. Then wouldn't you know it ~Ooo, a siren of all things. Silly little fish, all they're good for is looking pretty, nothing more. Quite useless~.
Mylnorr gritted his teeth, happy that Kirdairn's voice wasn't heard out loud by anyone. His eyes turned as that new male appeared saying they wanted them to get inside. The hydra turned their gaze elsewhere, pulling their torn jacket closer around their body. The bleeding had slowed down for the most part, but there were still places here and their the blood oozed.

As for Eberaus, the dragon continued to simply lay in place, his eyes had closed completely. It seemed the fight had done a number on him. His breathing was slower, the faint rise and fall of his sides the only thing indicating he was still alive. Most of the wounds had indeed healed thanks to Aaron, but not all.
As his body tried to keep up to the amount of damage, the dragon's fatigue had finally won. It was doubtful anything was going to wake him right then. The sleep allowing his wounds to mend even more.

Nykidia sat up in the seat inside. "You should of let me kill him!" "No. He overreacted that's all. Like you did." "That was not an overreaction. He tried to kill you." "He tried to stop me. Nothing more." Nykidia said as she reached for pocket.

Aaron flinched before looking over at Nykidia. He pressed his lips together as she seemed to talk to Night out loud. His expression didn't change much from being annoyed, but his green eyes betrayed that with a certain sadness. Today had started with him thinking he had a friend that talked to him just because she could, now she was arguing about murdering him while he sat with blood on his clothes. He glanced to her hand as she moved for her pocket, not quite feeling threatened to where he questioned it. "I'm sorry." He mumbled. He wasn't sure she heard, and maybe it was for the best since his mood made his tone angry. He knew he had a habit of lashing out, but he had hardly had seen any consequences to make him want to change until now. It had always been a situation where he didn't have to care for how he treated strangers, he didn't have to care who may be around him when a fight broke out. I didn't mean it.

Nykidia pulled out a roll of bandages. She stumbled over to Aaron. "Don't worry about it. Where are you hurt?" She asked.

He didn't meet Nykidia's gaze, not really sure why. Maybe he was angry, maybe he didn't count this as forgiveness, he wasn't sure. He felt off, like his emotions had shut everything out once he got upset enough. "I'm fine." He said, though he understood why she thought he might be injured.
Aside from his coat and boots the drying red liquid was on his hands. "I was healing Eberaus… I can't do much but deal with a little blood. How much- How much did I hurt you?" He didn't want to say he was used to it. He had seen blood before, he'd been injured before, he had done far worse than injuries to others. Night didn't need to know anything that could make Nykidia hold a grudge with her. "I could help you, if you let me." He offered, unsure if she would get angry like Night had.

"I been a lot worse but man that did hurt, I'm not gonna lie." She said rubbing the back of her neck. "And sure I'm OK with the healing."

"Ow! Watch it numb skull!" Night said as she tried to stand up and promptly fell on the floor. "F***! Nykidia let me kill him." "I would gladly if we could walk genius."

Aaron felt a bit happier, people were letting him help. His eyes wandered to Nysaxiope for a moment, surprised to see her carrying the dragons, as she flipped a sign in the window. Though rather than moving so Nykidia could actually sit Aaron yelped as electricity shot through him, his hair frizzing in an unhelpful way considering it was already messy 99% of the time. Probably a good time to use healing magic again. Getting up he helped Nykidia into his seat as he moved over, placing a hand on the side her her head as he started using his magic. Though he sent a glare in Lovino's direction. "Maybe you should let others talk then, rather than shocking everyone." He growled.

"I'm gonna kill him when I'm better." Night grumbled. "I'll kill you after so you can at least be happy with is death before yours." She said to Aaron. "Night! You are not killing anybody. Yet. If that guy shocks someone one more time I might allow it though."

(I'm gonna go to bed too. Goodnight!)
"I'm Nykidia and Night is currently inside me right now." Nykidia said pointing at herself.

(Goodnight then, see you here tomorrow! (What term is even used when you meet online…?))
Aaron froze as Lovino glared back. Though it didn't shake him so much as surprise him when he then left without any argument. It confused him slightly. Turning the Nykidia he pulled his hand away, his curiosity showing some as Nysaxiope started having everyone introduce themselves. "Is that better?" He asked Nykidia. He glanced to the siren, guessing he wouldn't get away with not saying anything. He still tried, staying quite in hopes she would skip to the dragons or something. Maybe his anger had just become defiance instead….

Aaron tilted his head as he looked towards the siren, recalling the magic in her words earlier. Is that a threat? I know what she's going to try now. "I played a part in at least stopping it by tying them up and making sure no one died by your storefront. My temper didn't have me trying to kill someone at least." He huffed, not confirming that Nysaxiope had his name right. This defiance took the place of him actually getting angry, it kept him from getting snappish over the her demanding tone.

The hydra didn't meet the other's gaze as he responded, "Trust me, Faraneer and I didn't want to fight, but Kirdairn managed to snag control…he's always looking for an excuse to fight. He's never adjusted to 'city life' unlike Faraneer and myself…"
There was of course snapping in his mind as Kirdairn was snarling things that were best not said outloud. Mylnorr sat down in a booth as he figured it was best to follow instead of trying to go the other way.
~We've grown too damn soft~ Kirdairn snarled ~Back in the swamps we would've torn them all apart~.
Faraneer suddenly spoke up in their mind in his usual, quiet voice ~That was then…but remember, we were driven out of our swamps…just try to adjust instead of sticking to our old ways Kirdairn~
~Shut it ya runt! Go back to being quiet~.
Instantly at the remark, did Faraneer's voice fade.
Mylnorr's eyes shifted, noticing the siren as she picked up Eberaus and laid him down inside. His gaze noticed the others soon entering as well. Once again he drew their jacket closer to their body.

Despite everything, Eberaus simply continued to sleep away. Well, you couldn't really blame him, being starved, tired, and then forced to defend himself and suffering from the injuries.