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Sarahs Odd Encounter Sr Etani
Sarah, Tomas, and Yasmin are exploring an eerie colonial house when their tour is interrupted by a gunshot from outside. The sound prompts the group to investigate, leading them to a man in the throes of a nervous breakdown, waving his revolver at an empty door and shouting about a woman who "won't die." He is visibly distressed and seems more afraid of something or someone inside the house than of the fact that he's at gunpoint. Tomas, quick to action, non-fatally shoots the man with an arrow from his bow, intending only to subdue him.
As the man collapses, Sarah directs Tomas to keep the man alive, suggesting he could be useful to her "organization." While Tomas administers first aid, Sarah converses with an unseen presence — the "woman who won't die" — warning it to leave or face eternal entrapment. The ghost seems to heed her warning and departs. Following this odd encounter, Sarah instructs Tomas to take the injured man into her house for further care, promising a more extensive — and ominously enjoyable — examination later. Despite the uncertainty and fear, Tomas and Yasmin manage to stabilize the man and prepare to move him inside, complying with Sarah's instructions. Sarah expresses satisfaction with their performance, curtly postponing their tour to the following day due to her desire to rest after dealing with the immediate situation.
(Sarah's odd encounter(SREtani):SREtani)
[Wed Nov 15 2023]
In the Drawing Room of an eerie colonial building
The lavish drawing room offers large, plush leather couches underneath massive electronic chandeliers, here hanging from the ceiling. The couches leave enough space to dance between, whilst an electronic coffee table built into the floor can raise itself via remote control, offering a place for snacks and dinner when preferred. The couches give a view over the coffee table on the striking vistas of Haven. The historic district, the trailer park, the harbor, devilwood drive and even the north side lie exposed over the trees.
It is morning, about 47F(8C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
(Your target and their allies stumble upon a haunted house causing havoc in the neighborhood. They must confront the ghost within, uncovering its tragic past in order to put it to rest and restore peace to the community.)
Sarah is in the middle of giving someone and Yasmin a tour through a house, shaking her head at someone, "Oh, it wouldn't be for punishment. It would be for my enjoyment." she stares as she gestures towards the hallway, "If you two will...?"
Sarah is in the middle of giving Tomas and Yasmin a tour through a house, a rather creepy place all in all, though the upstairs floor seems mostly fine. She's shaking her head at Tomas, "Oh, it wouldn't be for punishment. It would be for my enjoyment." she licks her upper teeth as she gestures towards the hallway, "If you two will join me...?"
SREtani says "color m"
Yasmin doesn't seem like she knows who the lesser of two evils is here, eyes flickering between Sarah and Tomas while she strays slightly behind the two during this tour - it's a good thing nobody asked, or seems to care about her opinion anyway. There's a pinched look to her face, if either of them care to look, but she remains quiet - she's let her reservations be known to Tomas.
"Whatever you want, Doc," Tomas replies, bumping his shoulder into Yasmin's briefly on his way past her, moving to stand by Sarah's other side. "Entertainment chamber. Considerin' the stuff you cook up, I'm sure it'll live up to its fuckin' name." He offers the pair a wan smile, then sniffs at the air. "I feel like there's probably enough rats in an Arkwright-ass house like this for a cat to adjust /happily/, to be honest - but it's your cat."
This should be a good neighbourhood, and this is really bad timing for Sarah, if she is showing the place around. For during this tour of the house, or the conversation going on between Sarah and Tomas, more than Yasmin, that the sound of a gunshot is heard, coming from the outside.
Sarah furrows her brow, looking towards the noise of the gunshot. There's an irritated expression on her face. "Who is shooting a gun at this time of day?" she asks, as if there /is/ a time of day for it. "How unpleasant. I am of half a mind to find the owner..."
"I don't think cats like ghosts," Yasmin mumbles back to Tomas. Is it actually a haunted house? Who knows, but she seems certain enough, a shudder crawling down her spine at the very thought, though her attention is quickly snapped away from ghosts and towards the distinct sound of the gunshot in the distance. "I thought you said crime rates are low, Miss Wilson," she points out to Sarah.
For all that he's a big, muscular dude, Tomas does duck down a little bit at that crack of gunfire, swearing in surprise. He's still collected when he straightens himself out, though, and he scowls vaguely in the southeastern direction - towards town. "Downside of livin' in fuckin' Willow Cove. Place of the dead and the people who want to be dead." He lets out a sigh, then glances back to Sarah and Yasmin. "I have weapons in the car, if you wanna go check that out. I don't like guns bein' shot so close to Southside. There's barely a stretch of woods between the fuckin' town hall and here."
For now, there are no more sounds heard - not gunshots, or cats, or ghosts. Still, our group might want to go and check out what was that shot all about... or they can just go ahead to the entertainment chamber, as previously planned...
"They are." Sarah tells Yasmin coolly, then folding her arms, looking at Tomas and giving him a faint nod. "Very well. We will take a look at what is going on. I would prefer to nip this in the bud before I need to get a new window installed." she agrees with a clack of her tongue, then leading the group downstairs, then to the door and out. She seems hesitant there, looking around. "Inigo, get your gun." she murmurs as she takes hesitant steps towards the street, hands in the long pockets of her lab coat.
Yasmin certainly didn't come prepared for a fight - or for a tour, really, but some things just happen - and there's a faint grimace on her face while she follows Sarah down the stairs, sticking close to her for the most part rather than following Tomas out to his car. Her hands find her umbrella eventually while she joins the Wilson in looking around - a very effective weapon in case she needs to thwap someone with it, of course.
Tomas grunts with mild annoyance - not directed at anyone in particular, of course - as he hustles away and downstairs, clearing the stairwell in heavy, thudding footfalls that sound not unlike a broken drum. Down, down and out - past the gates, to his minivan, opening up the spacious interior to pull out some equipment. A vest, a longbow, and a lumberjack's axe. "Hope that poor fuckin' tweaker's not hidin' in the woods," he mutters to himself, swinging the van doors shut as he jogs over to Sarah, pulling his vest on. "See anythin', Doc?"
Tomas does not need to go too far from the house to see who fired the previous shot - right after making his question to Sarah, he spots them. Even Sarah and Yasmin, nearer to their house's door, can easilly spot the 'tweaker'. Right in the middle of the path between this house and the closest other stands a man with long hair, in his forties, holding a revolver with both hands, and pointing it straight to the front door of the neighbour house. His back is to the trio that came out to see what's going on, so he hasn't seen them yet. While he is pointing the gun to the other house and its open door... there's no one visible there.
Sarah chews on the inside of her cheek, considering the situation infront of her, then speaks in a low voice. "Inigo, stay ahead of us and to the side. Be prepared to attack if need be." she tells Tomas, then gesturing to Yasmin, "You stay behind us. If things go south, draw their attention." she instructs to the woman, then taking small, cautious steps to the back of the man, observing the situation. She puts on a fake smile and straightens her lab coat, looking every bit the doctor, at a first glance.
An entire lumberjack's axe being pulled out of Tomas's van instead of his usual rapier earns him a raised eyebrow from Yasmin, though it's not really the time to be commenting on it when there's a man trying to shoot down Sarah's neighbour's house. "Yes, Miss Wilson," she mumbles back quietly, maybe even too quietly to reach Sarah's ears, and steps back into the shade of the Doctor's - creepy as hell and full of shadows, fortunately for her - house, lingering near the gate though she keeps an eye out on the proceedings. It's an easy enough task, for now.
Eyeing the path ahead with a dash of dubiousness, Tomas eventually nods his acceptance to Sarah. "Alright," he says, "But if he fuckin' tries it, I'm gonna shoot him in the neck, so you better be ready to do your weird fuckin' flesh hoodoo." He walks past Yasmin and the Definitely Good Doctor, circling about the armed figure while trying to draw minimal attention to himself - which is difficult, given his heavy boots and the bulletproof vest.
"Stay back!" the man shouts, his voice a nervous wreck, and, arms shaking slightly, he just fires up another shot towards what might be his own house. BAM! Is he telling Sarah and Tomas to stay back, or hasn't he noticed them at all, and is talking towards whomever he's also shooting at?
"I can't just heal any wound with a touch." Sarah informs Tomas impassively, "Be prepared. Don't allow him to aim that gun." Then as they draw nearer, she speaks up. "Did someone call for a doctor?" Sarah calls in that overly sweet voice of hers, trying to sound as non-threatening as possible. A doctor means safety after all - right? Perhaps not this one. In her pockets, she grabs onto her scalpel as she plasters the most obviously fake smile on her face.
From her spot half-hidden behind the gate of wrought iron that serves as the entrance to Sarah's home, Yasmin flinches at the sound of the next gunshot, her eyes a little wide as she peeks between the bars; the man looks as nervous as he does aggressive, and he hasn't tried to shoot Sarah or Tomas yet, so surely things don't count as having gone south yet, even if there's being shots fired into empty air.
Having made it to his destination without, thankfully, being fired at, Tomas immediately goes about refusing to pay the possibly deranged man the same courtesy. He lifts his bow - made from aged, lacquer-stained blackwood - up and nocks an arrow, drawing it with enough force as to make the bowstaff creak in complaint. Thankfully, he had the power to hold this for quite a while... And apparently very little holding him back from spearing a random man with a potentially deadly arrowhead.
"she won't die... she won't die!" the man first mutters then calls out hystericly in reply to Sarah's question, his words appearing to suggest that what he needs is the opposite of a doctor. He does turn his head slightly, to glance and look at Sarah and see who's asking, but in the end he decides not to take his eyes off the house, and so he barely notices Sarah. Instead, he repeats "she won't die!" Surely he isn't acting like he would be a threat to Yasmin, Sarah or Tomas - but he is a man with a nervous breakdown who's holding up a gun after having shot it twice already so... this probably isn't the safest wednesday morning to them, either. The creaking sound of Tomas's bow is something that might have caught his attention in any other sittuation, but, as it is, the man in panic keeps focused on the threat of 'she who won't die' instead of the quite real danger of getting arrowshot by the Inigo.
"It seems we have a mad one..." Sarah murmurs as she tightens her hold further, taking small steps closer, intent on seeing exactly who 'she' is and why she won't die. She is careful to stay firmly behind him and his gun, yet leaving a line of sight for Tomas to shoot from. There is a discomfort to her - mad ones, after all, are hard to predict. And if he is mad, that will leave her less choices. "Who won't die, good man?" she asks of him, "Perhaps I can help you?" she wonders out loud without really seeming to mean it.
This is, unfortunately, not Yasmin's first rodeo with a woman who won't die in the last few days, and there's an immediate flash of easily-discernible fright that crosses her face at the man's words. Her eyes flick between the long-haired man, the open doorway, and Sarah, and with another breeze of the chill morning air making a shiver go down her spine, Yasmin decides to creep her way closer, just barely, to see if she can make anything out from the distance. It's not technically going against orders if she still stays behind Sarah and Tomas, right?
The crunch of Willow Close's gravelly street crunches a little underfoot as Tomas approaches, his footsteps slowed but even in the face of his drawn weapon. It's as subtle a movement as he can make - but that doesn't make it very subtle, and he glances from the man to Sarah to Yasmin and back with a quiet grumble under his breath. It's clear he'd rather be the one dealing with this. It'd be nice and quick, and direct... Not necessarily without escalation, though.
"I'm not mad, she's there- she really is! She won't die, she won't leave..." the long haired man insists, his voice faltering, his hands shaking slighly. He must not be seeing anyone, however (because at least Sarah doesn't), and... if 'she won't leave' why is he pointing the gun towards the door where 'she' would need to walk out from? Perhaps he is mad, despite the claims. Tomas isn't subtle, and this time the other man turns his face, fear in his eyes as he sees Tomas. But an arrow pointed towards him does not seem to scare him more than whatever he was afraid he'd see, and relaxing a bit he looks back towards the house, and asks, jaw slightly trembling, "she doesn't die with bullets and you think she'll die with arrows?"
Sarah nods to Tomas, "I can use this one. Alive, if possible." she instructs him with a gesture - a gesture to both Yasmin and Tomas. Meanwhile she steps to the other side, preparing to use her scalpel if need be, yet staying out of the aim of Tomas' bow. A predatory glimmer finds its way into her eyes, the sort of hunger that those around her know far too well. Whatever threat the long haired man was worried about, she has no intention to be outdone by it.
Yasmin definitely looks like she had no intentions to unalive the man anytime soon, so Sarah's instruction is probably more useful for Tomas only. She remains at the tail end of the group, an uneasy look on her face despite the Doctor's seeming confidence in taking on the ghost - or whatever else it is waiting for store inside the house.
Okay - apparently Sarah was taking study materials from the wild. Tomas shakes his head with only the vaguest sympathy before he breathes in, holds it, and looses the shot towards the man's waist. A little gutshot shouldn't /kill/ him, hopefully. "Don't run," he calls out, belatedly. Oops. "Doc's the best in town. She'll get you patched right up." Then he's hustling forwards, before he even knows the results of his archery - if the guy's gonna run, then Tomas needs to be there to tackle him down.
The now shot man is completely taken by surprise, he really didn't think for a moment that the arrow was really aimed at him, even less that it would be shot at him. And what a nice shot it is - the arrow stucks itself on the abdomen, and the impact throws the man down, falling backwards and down on the ground, grip on firearm loosening, the gun falling on the gravel beside him. The cry of pain might be caused by the arrow or the fall - probably not even the fallen man really knows.
Sarah gives the gun a good kick away before staring at something above the man's body, taking several steps backwards. "Seems we have a ghost." she informs Tomas and Yasmin, then averting her eyes. "How unpleasant." She speaks to the ground, hesitant to look at to the man's body, "Are you satisfied now that the guy's been hurt, or do we need to get an exorcist involved?" she asks, noticeably discomfited, still avoiding to look at the body, gesturing the others towards it, as if hoping they'll make the problem go away for her.
There's a non-so-subtle widening of Yasmin's eyes and an audible gasp escaping her as the arrow whizzes free of Tomas's bow, the woman taking a step forward as though to move closer to the fallen man, but... since the only person who satisfies both the conditions of knowing first and and not having been the one to shoot the man is there already, along with, presumably, a ghost she's talking to that Yasmin can't see, the Arab woman decides to remain still for now, though there's worried glances down at the shot man now and then, and back up into the empty air as though if she squints hard enough she might be able to see what Sarah is talking to. She shoots Tomas a bit of a non-verbal, pleading look then - clearly, /he/ should be the one cleaning up his messes. Hopefully not by finishing the job, Yasmin's gaze says.
Tomas slings his bow over his shoulder as he drops down to a squat over the apparently less-deranged-than-first-thought man's prone body, reaching down to snap the arrow off close to the wound. He straightens man's legs out, as well, risking internal nicks and punctures where the arrowhead sits in the middle of all that flesh, but he does have an intent in mind other than just pissing off the doctor watching him perform malpractice - he's reducing the flow of blood, pressing down over the wound with a significant amount of force, now that his legs aren't folded under him.
"Yasmin," he calls over his shoulder, not quite looking for the Arab girl, but trusting her to do as he asks. "Give him some of your morphine. Then get bandages from the back of my car. The pain's the bigger issue right now." He barely seems to regard the man himself - he's just a warm body, really. Glancing over to Sarah, he asks, "Why is it always fuckin' corpses and ghosts with you, Doc? God damn."
The fallen man groans in pain as Tomas's hands hold and twist the arrow to snap it. Then, he hisses as pressure is applied to the wound.
"How strange. Doctor runs into dead people." Sarah remarks wryly to Tomas, though still noticeably not looking at the body. She taps her foot on the ground, "If you cause us any problems," Sarah starts to the unseen, "I can assure you you will find a much more difficult time than passing on. Possibly trapped for an eternity." she warns with a sigh. "Our organization is very adept at that sort of thing. I suggest if you're after trouble, you take it elsewhere. I heard the Nymph's Rest is nice this time of the year." she swallows nevertheless, taking a step backwards as she tries to gesture to Yasmin to come closer.
Yasmin does, apparently, carry morphine around, a few capsules in a sealed packet in her pocket that she quickly hands over to Tomas over his shoulder - he can work on feeding those to the man while she rummages through the back of his van for the bandages, a few worried looks shot over while she looks. It doesn't take too long to find them, fortunately, and Yasmin's back with the bandages in due time, a roll being handed over to Tomas as well - he probably has a lot more experience patching up wounds than she does. "I don't think it wants to pass on..." the Arab woman mumbles under her breath, a furrow between her brow as she's being beckoned over to Sarah. There's a wary glance passed her way, kohl-lined eyes flickering between the Doctor and the empty space she's talking to, but she steps closer all the same. A silent moment's hesitation, then another step, until she's almost next to Sarah.
"Swallow these and shut up," Tomas grumbles, regretfully cutting off the major current source of his enjoyment as he pops two white pills out of their blisters and onto the man's chest, not quite looking up at Yasmin's grunt as he tosses the empty packet to the side, picks up the pills in his single free hand - the other busy serving as a makeshift tourniquet, and doing little for however much internal bleeding's going on - to press firmly over the man's mouth. "Just take the fuckin' morphine before this starts to really hurt, man." Bandages, next - also one handed, thank you for the help Yasmin - which he shows no particular skill at other than the fact he knows how to wrap bandages relatively snugly around an arrow shaft without having to pull it out of the injury in the first place. "Okay. You're not gonna bleed out in the next ten minutes. If you /move/, then you will. So stay there while we deal with your fuckin' lady friend."
"Well, thats comforting." Sarah mumbles as she watches the ghost run off, "She's gone," Sarah assures Tomas and Yasmin, "Bring him inside, I'll get him through the next day or so and then take a /closer/ look." she asks of them, "It should be enjoyable." a glance afforded to the victim, "...To one of us, at least." She gives him one last look, a hunger - and a joy at the meal granted, the fear and pain she will be sure to enjoy, and then turns around, hands still in her pocket, back towards her home without waiting for a response. She turns one last time at the end, looking between the two. "Good shot, Inigo. You've both met my expectations today." she offers in brief praise, "We can continue the tour tomorrow, I want to sleep after I take care of our patient's immediate issues."
The fallen mans grunts a bit more, but fevereshly tries to take the drugs and otherwise let himself be at the mercy of Tomas. Even when Sarah says he should be carried into her place, he does not protest... perhaps he wouldn't be able to, in any case. Maybe this is not always the way Sarah has to find guests to her... entertainment rooms, but it seems that, today, she found a guest to her house for the next couple of days. At least.
Her relief is obvious, and Yasmin quickly continues the ping-pong back-and-forth by rushing over to Tomas's side as soon as Sarah begins to wander back off towards her house - hopefully this new ghost didn't decide to join the rest of the her kind in the spooky house too. She helps the man with the drugs now, at least, even if Tomas has got most of the bandaging handled, and she's definitely not strong enough to be helping to lift him inside - that part's all the Inigo's job too. But she lingers closely anyway, for moral support or something. "You will be fine," she tells the man before he's carried in where he will probably certainly not be fine. "Miss Wilson is a doctor. Just trust her, yes? She will fix you."
As the man collapses, Sarah directs Tomas to keep the man alive, suggesting he could be useful to her "organization." While Tomas administers first aid, Sarah converses with an unseen presence — the "woman who won't die" — warning it to leave or face eternal entrapment. The ghost seems to heed her warning and departs. Following this odd encounter, Sarah instructs Tomas to take the injured man into her house for further care, promising a more extensive — and ominously enjoyable — examination later. Despite the uncertainty and fear, Tomas and Yasmin manage to stabilize the man and prepare to move him inside, complying with Sarah's instructions. Sarah expresses satisfaction with their performance, curtly postponing their tour to the following day due to her desire to rest after dealing with the immediate situation.
(Sarah's odd encounter(SREtani):SREtani)
[Wed Nov 15 2023]
In the Drawing Room of an eerie colonial building
The lavish drawing room offers large, plush leather couches underneath massive electronic chandeliers, here hanging from the ceiling. The couches leave enough space to dance between, whilst an electronic coffee table built into the floor can raise itself via remote control, offering a place for snacks and dinner when preferred. The couches give a view over the coffee table on the striking vistas of Haven. The historic district, the trailer park, the harbor, devilwood drive and even the north side lie exposed over the trees.
It is morning, about 47F(8C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
(Your target and their allies stumble upon a haunted house causing havoc in the neighborhood. They must confront the ghost within, uncovering its tragic past in order to put it to rest and restore peace to the community.)
Sarah is in the middle of giving someone and Yasmin a tour through a house, shaking her head at someone, "Oh, it wouldn't be for punishment. It would be for my enjoyment." she stares as she gestures towards the hallway, "If you two will...?"
Sarah is in the middle of giving Tomas and Yasmin a tour through a house, a rather creepy place all in all, though the upstairs floor seems mostly fine. She's shaking her head at Tomas, "Oh, it wouldn't be for punishment. It would be for my enjoyment." she licks her upper teeth as she gestures towards the hallway, "If you two will join me...?"
SREtani says "color m"
Yasmin doesn't seem like she knows who the lesser of two evils is here, eyes flickering between Sarah and Tomas while she strays slightly behind the two during this tour - it's a good thing nobody asked, or seems to care about her opinion anyway. There's a pinched look to her face, if either of them care to look, but she remains quiet - she's let her reservations be known to Tomas.
"Whatever you want, Doc," Tomas replies, bumping his shoulder into Yasmin's briefly on his way past her, moving to stand by Sarah's other side. "Entertainment chamber. Considerin' the stuff you cook up, I'm sure it'll live up to its fuckin' name." He offers the pair a wan smile, then sniffs at the air. "I feel like there's probably enough rats in an Arkwright-ass house like this for a cat to adjust /happily/, to be honest - but it's your cat."
This should be a good neighbourhood, and this is really bad timing for Sarah, if she is showing the place around. For during this tour of the house, or the conversation going on between Sarah and Tomas, more than Yasmin, that the sound of a gunshot is heard, coming from the outside.
Sarah furrows her brow, looking towards the noise of the gunshot. There's an irritated expression on her face. "Who is shooting a gun at this time of day?" she asks, as if there /is/ a time of day for it. "How unpleasant. I am of half a mind to find the owner..."
"I don't think cats like ghosts," Yasmin mumbles back to Tomas. Is it actually a haunted house? Who knows, but she seems certain enough, a shudder crawling down her spine at the very thought, though her attention is quickly snapped away from ghosts and towards the distinct sound of the gunshot in the distance. "I thought you said crime rates are low, Miss Wilson," she points out to Sarah.
For all that he's a big, muscular dude, Tomas does duck down a little bit at that crack of gunfire, swearing in surprise. He's still collected when he straightens himself out, though, and he scowls vaguely in the southeastern direction - towards town. "Downside of livin' in fuckin' Willow Cove. Place of the dead and the people who want to be dead." He lets out a sigh, then glances back to Sarah and Yasmin. "I have weapons in the car, if you wanna go check that out. I don't like guns bein' shot so close to Southside. There's barely a stretch of woods between the fuckin' town hall and here."
For now, there are no more sounds heard - not gunshots, or cats, or ghosts. Still, our group might want to go and check out what was that shot all about... or they can just go ahead to the entertainment chamber, as previously planned...
"They are." Sarah tells Yasmin coolly, then folding her arms, looking at Tomas and giving him a faint nod. "Very well. We will take a look at what is going on. I would prefer to nip this in the bud before I need to get a new window installed." she agrees with a clack of her tongue, then leading the group downstairs, then to the door and out. She seems hesitant there, looking around. "Inigo, get your gun." she murmurs as she takes hesitant steps towards the street, hands in the long pockets of her lab coat.
Yasmin certainly didn't come prepared for a fight - or for a tour, really, but some things just happen - and there's a faint grimace on her face while she follows Sarah down the stairs, sticking close to her for the most part rather than following Tomas out to his car. Her hands find her umbrella eventually while she joins the Wilson in looking around - a very effective weapon in case she needs to thwap someone with it, of course.
Tomas grunts with mild annoyance - not directed at anyone in particular, of course - as he hustles away and downstairs, clearing the stairwell in heavy, thudding footfalls that sound not unlike a broken drum. Down, down and out - past the gates, to his minivan, opening up the spacious interior to pull out some equipment. A vest, a longbow, and a lumberjack's axe. "Hope that poor fuckin' tweaker's not hidin' in the woods," he mutters to himself, swinging the van doors shut as he jogs over to Sarah, pulling his vest on. "See anythin', Doc?"
Tomas does not need to go too far from the house to see who fired the previous shot - right after making his question to Sarah, he spots them. Even Sarah and Yasmin, nearer to their house's door, can easilly spot the 'tweaker'. Right in the middle of the path between this house and the closest other stands a man with long hair, in his forties, holding a revolver with both hands, and pointing it straight to the front door of the neighbour house. His back is to the trio that came out to see what's going on, so he hasn't seen them yet. While he is pointing the gun to the other house and its open door... there's no one visible there.
Sarah chews on the inside of her cheek, considering the situation infront of her, then speaks in a low voice. "Inigo, stay ahead of us and to the side. Be prepared to attack if need be." she tells Tomas, then gesturing to Yasmin, "You stay behind us. If things go south, draw their attention." she instructs to the woman, then taking small, cautious steps to the back of the man, observing the situation. She puts on a fake smile and straightens her lab coat, looking every bit the doctor, at a first glance.
An entire lumberjack's axe being pulled out of Tomas's van instead of his usual rapier earns him a raised eyebrow from Yasmin, though it's not really the time to be commenting on it when there's a man trying to shoot down Sarah's neighbour's house. "Yes, Miss Wilson," she mumbles back quietly, maybe even too quietly to reach Sarah's ears, and steps back into the shade of the Doctor's - creepy as hell and full of shadows, fortunately for her - house, lingering near the gate though she keeps an eye out on the proceedings. It's an easy enough task, for now.
Eyeing the path ahead with a dash of dubiousness, Tomas eventually nods his acceptance to Sarah. "Alright," he says, "But if he fuckin' tries it, I'm gonna shoot him in the neck, so you better be ready to do your weird fuckin' flesh hoodoo." He walks past Yasmin and the Definitely Good Doctor, circling about the armed figure while trying to draw minimal attention to himself - which is difficult, given his heavy boots and the bulletproof vest.
"Stay back!" the man shouts, his voice a nervous wreck, and, arms shaking slightly, he just fires up another shot towards what might be his own house. BAM! Is he telling Sarah and Tomas to stay back, or hasn't he noticed them at all, and is talking towards whomever he's also shooting at?
"I can't just heal any wound with a touch." Sarah informs Tomas impassively, "Be prepared. Don't allow him to aim that gun." Then as they draw nearer, she speaks up. "Did someone call for a doctor?" Sarah calls in that overly sweet voice of hers, trying to sound as non-threatening as possible. A doctor means safety after all - right? Perhaps not this one. In her pockets, she grabs onto her scalpel as she plasters the most obviously fake smile on her face.
From her spot half-hidden behind the gate of wrought iron that serves as the entrance to Sarah's home, Yasmin flinches at the sound of the next gunshot, her eyes a little wide as she peeks between the bars; the man looks as nervous as he does aggressive, and he hasn't tried to shoot Sarah or Tomas yet, so surely things don't count as having gone south yet, even if there's being shots fired into empty air.
Having made it to his destination without, thankfully, being fired at, Tomas immediately goes about refusing to pay the possibly deranged man the same courtesy. He lifts his bow - made from aged, lacquer-stained blackwood - up and nocks an arrow, drawing it with enough force as to make the bowstaff creak in complaint. Thankfully, he had the power to hold this for quite a while... And apparently very little holding him back from spearing a random man with a potentially deadly arrowhead.
"she won't die... she won't die!" the man first mutters then calls out hystericly in reply to Sarah's question, his words appearing to suggest that what he needs is the opposite of a doctor. He does turn his head slightly, to glance and look at Sarah and see who's asking, but in the end he decides not to take his eyes off the house, and so he barely notices Sarah. Instead, he repeats "she won't die!" Surely he isn't acting like he would be a threat to Yasmin, Sarah or Tomas - but he is a man with a nervous breakdown who's holding up a gun after having shot it twice already so... this probably isn't the safest wednesday morning to them, either. The creaking sound of Tomas's bow is something that might have caught his attention in any other sittuation, but, as it is, the man in panic keeps focused on the threat of 'she who won't die' instead of the quite real danger of getting arrowshot by the Inigo.
"It seems we have a mad one..." Sarah murmurs as she tightens her hold further, taking small steps closer, intent on seeing exactly who 'she' is and why she won't die. She is careful to stay firmly behind him and his gun, yet leaving a line of sight for Tomas to shoot from. There is a discomfort to her - mad ones, after all, are hard to predict. And if he is mad, that will leave her less choices. "Who won't die, good man?" she asks of him, "Perhaps I can help you?" she wonders out loud without really seeming to mean it.
This is, unfortunately, not Yasmin's first rodeo with a woman who won't die in the last few days, and there's an immediate flash of easily-discernible fright that crosses her face at the man's words. Her eyes flick between the long-haired man, the open doorway, and Sarah, and with another breeze of the chill morning air making a shiver go down her spine, Yasmin decides to creep her way closer, just barely, to see if she can make anything out from the distance. It's not technically going against orders if she still stays behind Sarah and Tomas, right?
The crunch of Willow Close's gravelly street crunches a little underfoot as Tomas approaches, his footsteps slowed but even in the face of his drawn weapon. It's as subtle a movement as he can make - but that doesn't make it very subtle, and he glances from the man to Sarah to Yasmin and back with a quiet grumble under his breath. It's clear he'd rather be the one dealing with this. It'd be nice and quick, and direct... Not necessarily without escalation, though.
"I'm not mad, she's there- she really is! She won't die, she won't leave..." the long haired man insists, his voice faltering, his hands shaking slighly. He must not be seeing anyone, however (because at least Sarah doesn't), and... if 'she won't leave' why is he pointing the gun towards the door where 'she' would need to walk out from? Perhaps he is mad, despite the claims. Tomas isn't subtle, and this time the other man turns his face, fear in his eyes as he sees Tomas. But an arrow pointed towards him does not seem to scare him more than whatever he was afraid he'd see, and relaxing a bit he looks back towards the house, and asks, jaw slightly trembling, "she doesn't die with bullets and you think she'll die with arrows?"
Sarah nods to Tomas, "I can use this one. Alive, if possible." she instructs him with a gesture - a gesture to both Yasmin and Tomas. Meanwhile she steps to the other side, preparing to use her scalpel if need be, yet staying out of the aim of Tomas' bow. A predatory glimmer finds its way into her eyes, the sort of hunger that those around her know far too well. Whatever threat the long haired man was worried about, she has no intention to be outdone by it.
Yasmin definitely looks like she had no intentions to unalive the man anytime soon, so Sarah's instruction is probably more useful for Tomas only. She remains at the tail end of the group, an uneasy look on her face despite the Doctor's seeming confidence in taking on the ghost - or whatever else it is waiting for store inside the house.
Okay - apparently Sarah was taking study materials from the wild. Tomas shakes his head with only the vaguest sympathy before he breathes in, holds it, and looses the shot towards the man's waist. A little gutshot shouldn't /kill/ him, hopefully. "Don't run," he calls out, belatedly. Oops. "Doc's the best in town. She'll get you patched right up." Then he's hustling forwards, before he even knows the results of his archery - if the guy's gonna run, then Tomas needs to be there to tackle him down.
The now shot man is completely taken by surprise, he really didn't think for a moment that the arrow was really aimed at him, even less that it would be shot at him. And what a nice shot it is - the arrow stucks itself on the abdomen, and the impact throws the man down, falling backwards and down on the ground, grip on firearm loosening, the gun falling on the gravel beside him. The cry of pain might be caused by the arrow or the fall - probably not even the fallen man really knows.
Sarah gives the gun a good kick away before staring at something above the man's body, taking several steps backwards. "Seems we have a ghost." she informs Tomas and Yasmin, then averting her eyes. "How unpleasant." She speaks to the ground, hesitant to look at to the man's body, "Are you satisfied now that the guy's been hurt, or do we need to get an exorcist involved?" she asks, noticeably discomfited, still avoiding to look at the body, gesturing the others towards it, as if hoping they'll make the problem go away for her.
There's a non-so-subtle widening of Yasmin's eyes and an audible gasp escaping her as the arrow whizzes free of Tomas's bow, the woman taking a step forward as though to move closer to the fallen man, but... since the only person who satisfies both the conditions of knowing first and and not having been the one to shoot the man is there already, along with, presumably, a ghost she's talking to that Yasmin can't see, the Arab woman decides to remain still for now, though there's worried glances down at the shot man now and then, and back up into the empty air as though if she squints hard enough she might be able to see what Sarah is talking to. She shoots Tomas a bit of a non-verbal, pleading look then - clearly, /he/ should be the one cleaning up his messes. Hopefully not by finishing the job, Yasmin's gaze says.
Tomas slings his bow over his shoulder as he drops down to a squat over the apparently less-deranged-than-first-thought man's prone body, reaching down to snap the arrow off close to the wound. He straightens man's legs out, as well, risking internal nicks and punctures where the arrowhead sits in the middle of all that flesh, but he does have an intent in mind other than just pissing off the doctor watching him perform malpractice - he's reducing the flow of blood, pressing down over the wound with a significant amount of force, now that his legs aren't folded under him.
"Yasmin," he calls over his shoulder, not quite looking for the Arab girl, but trusting her to do as he asks. "Give him some of your morphine. Then get bandages from the back of my car. The pain's the bigger issue right now." He barely seems to regard the man himself - he's just a warm body, really. Glancing over to Sarah, he asks, "Why is it always fuckin' corpses and ghosts with you, Doc? God damn."
The fallen man groans in pain as Tomas's hands hold and twist the arrow to snap it. Then, he hisses as pressure is applied to the wound.
"How strange. Doctor runs into dead people." Sarah remarks wryly to Tomas, though still noticeably not looking at the body. She taps her foot on the ground, "If you cause us any problems," Sarah starts to the unseen, "I can assure you you will find a much more difficult time than passing on. Possibly trapped for an eternity." she warns with a sigh. "Our organization is very adept at that sort of thing. I suggest if you're after trouble, you take it elsewhere. I heard the Nymph's Rest is nice this time of the year." she swallows nevertheless, taking a step backwards as she tries to gesture to Yasmin to come closer.
Yasmin does, apparently, carry morphine around, a few capsules in a sealed packet in her pocket that she quickly hands over to Tomas over his shoulder - he can work on feeding those to the man while she rummages through the back of his van for the bandages, a few worried looks shot over while she looks. It doesn't take too long to find them, fortunately, and Yasmin's back with the bandages in due time, a roll being handed over to Tomas as well - he probably has a lot more experience patching up wounds than she does. "I don't think it wants to pass on..." the Arab woman mumbles under her breath, a furrow between her brow as she's being beckoned over to Sarah. There's a wary glance passed her way, kohl-lined eyes flickering between the Doctor and the empty space she's talking to, but she steps closer all the same. A silent moment's hesitation, then another step, until she's almost next to Sarah.
"Swallow these and shut up," Tomas grumbles, regretfully cutting off the major current source of his enjoyment as he pops two white pills out of their blisters and onto the man's chest, not quite looking up at Yasmin's grunt as he tosses the empty packet to the side, picks up the pills in his single free hand - the other busy serving as a makeshift tourniquet, and doing little for however much internal bleeding's going on - to press firmly over the man's mouth. "Just take the fuckin' morphine before this starts to really hurt, man." Bandages, next - also one handed, thank you for the help Yasmin - which he shows no particular skill at other than the fact he knows how to wrap bandages relatively snugly around an arrow shaft without having to pull it out of the injury in the first place. "Okay. You're not gonna bleed out in the next ten minutes. If you /move/, then you will. So stay there while we deal with your fuckin' lady friend."
"Well, thats comforting." Sarah mumbles as she watches the ghost run off, "She's gone," Sarah assures Tomas and Yasmin, "Bring him inside, I'll get him through the next day or so and then take a /closer/ look." she asks of them, "It should be enjoyable." a glance afforded to the victim, "...To one of us, at least." She gives him one last look, a hunger - and a joy at the meal granted, the fear and pain she will be sure to enjoy, and then turns around, hands still in her pocket, back towards her home without waiting for a response. She turns one last time at the end, looking between the two. "Good shot, Inigo. You've both met my expectations today." she offers in brief praise, "We can continue the tour tomorrow, I want to sleep after I take care of our patient's immediate issues."
The fallen mans grunts a bit more, but fevereshly tries to take the drugs and otherwise let himself be at the mercy of Tomas. Even when Sarah says he should be carried into her place, he does not protest... perhaps he wouldn't be able to, in any case. Maybe this is not always the way Sarah has to find guests to her... entertainment rooms, but it seems that, today, she found a guest to her house for the next couple of days. At least.
Her relief is obvious, and Yasmin quickly continues the ping-pong back-and-forth by rushing over to Tomas's side as soon as Sarah begins to wander back off towards her house - hopefully this new ghost didn't decide to join the rest of the her kind in the spooky house too. She helps the man with the drugs now, at least, even if Tomas has got most of the bandaging handled, and she's definitely not strong enough to be helping to lift him inside - that part's all the Inigo's job too. But she lingers closely anyway, for moral support or something. "You will be fine," she tells the man before he's carried in where he will probably certainly not be fine. "Miss Wilson is a doctor. Just trust her, yes? She will fix you."