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Alexander Rendon 🇨🇴

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Zasha Hope was humming in a peaceful manner as she was trimming the hedges of her topiary to make sure it kept its carbuncle shape.

Farrson Odim came walking up and through the arch to the manse. His coats was dripping wet and it looked like his left pant leg was soaked in blood, "Hey, Zasha."

Zasha Hope glanced over, holding a trimming sheer in hand with a small smile. That smile faultered though. "Ah... you okay there?"

Lerran Nemas walked up the path a bit trying to get the water out of his hair with a small cough. "Hmh?" He paused, glancing over at Zasha when he heard Farrson greet her.

Alexander Rendon was about to stride into the homestead, right through the front door before his eyes widened upon the sight of Zasha. He looked down at himself, looking like he just came out of a slaughterhouse - covered in blood, drippings, and entrails of the Amalj'aa he had slaughtered as he stepped right on the cobble leading to the main door. "Shite...I'm covered in blood..." He murmured, having heard stories of Zasha's wrath. "Wait... I KNOW!"

Alexander Rendon experiences a brief moment of enlightenment.

Farrson Odim: "Hmmm? Or. Its fine. Just gutted a toad in the shroud and rubbed it on my leg. Sort of a fetus."

Zasha Hope grimmaced. "Well make sure you wash off before going inside." she said before going to put the scissors on her tool belt. "I'll get the ho---" she paused as she heard Alex shout his 'I know!' and glanced over with a clueless expression.

Lerran Nemas: "I have a bad feeling about this."

Lerran Nemas: "Nothing good happens when he has ideas."

Farrson Odim: "He has ideas?"

Lerran Nemas: "Not ones that are actually worth calling that. . ." Lerran muttered under his breath.

Alexander Rendon with a grin and a look of accomplishment and actual self-respect, he confidently /strut/ over to the hot tub, stripping off pieces of armour on the way as he disappeared behind a screen, which was soon followed by a splash. Alex, the blood-covered Midlander, the former Demon Wolf of Carteneau, was now stripped down to his skivvies, revealing his scarred, chiseled physique and eight-pack abs which glistened with perspiration from the exertions of battle...as he hopped into the hot springs +

Alexander Rendon: with a relieved sigh.

Lerran Nemas: ". . ."

Zasha Hope stared. "D....Did he...Did he just go...blood covered in there..."

Lerran Nemas: "Yup. . ."

Farrson Odim: "Uhhhh... I'm sure Frisk will stop him?"

Zasha Hope: "That's... incredbily unsanity for the others that go in after right?"

Lerran Nemas: "Yup. . ."

Farrson Odim: "Oh. speaking on that. We'll be having a few geusts tonight... they are not as blood covered as Alex, of course."

Zasha Hope: let out a small noise before pulling out her bush trimming sheers and stomping over to the hot tub.

Mathye Bishop comes out, quickly wrapping a bandage around his left hand again.

Lerran Nemas: "I don't think she can hear you right now. The rage is to strong."

Alexander Rendon: "Oh man, this was a great idea!" Alex's voice floated over the walls of the springs, "I should've done this sooner! Now I won't track blood all over the inside of the Homestead and make Zasha mad at me!"

Zasha Hope: "What. THe. Actual. Fuck. Rendon."

Mathye Bishop: "Wait what's this about...blood and rage?"

Mathye Bishop: "...Why is she using profanity?"

Mathye Bishop: "And hasn't slumped into a faint?"

Farrson Odim: "Oh... But she's so cute when she is angry. Her voice goes up a few octives."

Lerran Nemas: "Alexander Rendon is why."

Mathye Bishop: "...GODDAMN IT ALEX CAN'T YOU KEEP OUT OF SHITE FOR LIKE TWENTY FOUR FUCKING BELLS."

Farrson Odim: "He went into the hot tub covered in blood... So somebody is going to need to clean it."

Alexander Rendon: "...She gave me moko brownies, I should be considerate of her - " His head snapped so hard it almost gave him whiplash, "Wait, what do you mean what the actual fu - wait, what the fuck you just swore, Zasha. Uh...I'm making sure I don't track blood all over the homestead?" He grinned weakly.

Mathye Bishop: "...The hot tub that Amber uses for her medical treatments?"

Lerran Nemas: "It's more of a general tub, but Amber does use it more then anyone else. Hot springs are meant for relaxing, not actual bathing."

Farrson Odim: "You are ment to clean yourself before you go in."

Zasha Hope held up the trimming sheers. He couldn't see her face from the rim of her hat hiding casting a shadow. "Do you know... that blood leaves pathogens that can be very harmful to the sick or pregnant thus why I tell people to -hose- off before going in the HOmestead...?"

Mathye Bishop facepalms. "Goddamn it. Though if he dies, I call dibs on all his belongings."

Farrson Odim: "Alex... Well... He had all sorts of blood and other boddily fluid on him."

Alexander Rendon 's hands immediately went to cover his groin after spying the shears in Zasha's hands. "...Isn't...this a way of hosing off?"

Mathye Bishop: "..."

Mathye Bishop: "Yeah I'm not touching that shite with a ten yalm pole."

Zasha Hope: "That is a place people go to rest and relax. Not bathe. -Amber- who is -6- moons along uses it to sooth cramps. And you're putting -blood- in it?"

Alexander Rendon: "...Am I not supposed to?" Alex blinked twice.

Mathye Bishop makes to finish tying off the bandage around his left hand. "Zasha if you murder him, I want the body for science."

Farrson Odim: "I'm more worried about Zasha. She's holding sheers and is clumsy as can be." he paused, "Though... I've never seen her fall down stairs and such while angry..."

Lerran Nemas: "Bless his idiot soul. . . he tried." Lerran said dryly.

Mathye Bishop: "...WHY ARE YOU LETTING HER HOLD SHARP THINGS?!"

Zasha Hope leaned out. Were here eyes glowing red like a demon's. "Shut the fuck up Mathye." she said before leaning back slowly to the hot tub, pointing the sheers at Alex.

Zasha Hope: "No."

Farrson Odim: "Because you think I could tell her what to do?"

Alexander Rendon backed away from Zasha as she pointed the shears at Alex, squeaking as he backed up against the wall. "I thought I was doing a good by bathing before going in...I'm...not doing a good?"

Mathye Bishop: "...Woman, if you fucking faceplant and stab yourself, your ass ending up in my infirmary, and we're both going to be unhappy."

Lucerna Sainahs is dropped off along with Zayaat and ten captives of various ages and races. She had an arrow sized for an Amal'jaa sticking out of her abdomen, but she has since snapped most of the shaft off so she could move around easier. "Um.. is everything alright?"

Lerran Nemas: "Zasha. . . we have guests from a traumatic experience walking up the path to the homestead. Can you pause the threats for a moment?"

Mathye Bishop: "...WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Zasha Hope: "No. You get the hose and spray off. That's why we have the hose." Zasha said. "You've contaimented a medical area and did you what that I am have the full training of castration of pigs?"

Farrson Odim looked over his shoulder, "Oh... alex is making Zasha want to murder him. The normal things."

Alexander Rendon: "...."

Mathye Bishop: "WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE AN ARROW STICKING OUT OF YOU AND WHO THE FUCK ARE ALL THE PEOPLE?!"

Alexander Rendon: "I should run now, shouldn't I."

Mathye Bishop rushes over to inspect Lucerna!

Zayaat Malqir: "Oy, language."

Zasha Hope glared, he could see the look of pure rage on her face. "I will put that knowledge on YOU if you don't empty out the hotsprings and sanatize it up to Lerran's expectations."

Lerran Nemas: "Alex had an idea and tried to do a good thing, but did a bad thing inseat. Theusual."

Alexander Rendon: "..."

Mathye Bishop: "No.  If Zasha curses, I get to curse. Period."

Alexander Rendon: "................"

Zayaat Malqir: "Two, I was going to have it removed before we left, but everyone else left before I could start removing the arrow."

Mathye Bishop pins Lucerna with the Medical Look of Doom. "You."

Alexander Rendon: "I'mgonnapaysomeprofessionalcleanerstodothisforyouinsteadcauseI'mnotgoodatthissortofthinganywaythanksforlettingmetakeabathBYE!"

Zasha Hope grabs Alex's aether suddenly, holding him still from a distance.

Lucerna Sainahs: A tiny black-haired blue-eyed lalafel child, not older than twelve summers, is standing by Zayaat's legs. "We get to curse here? Fuck yeah!"

Lerran Nemas: "I was going to take care of it when we got here. . . I didn't feel like dealing with her not wanting treated on site."

Zasha Hope: "No. You're FUCKING doing it. RIGHT GODSDAMNED NOW!"

Alexander Rendon was stopped in mid-air, and the wind aether was cut off abruptly. To add injury to his misfortune, Alex immediately began to fall down the cliff, tumbling and smacking into the cliff-face as he fell down the rocks.

Zasha Hope used her aether manipulation on his aetherial signature, yanking ALex backwards and reversing his movements to make him splash back in the bloody hotsprings.

Alexander Rendon was yoted back into the hot springs, bruised, bloodied, and with several rocks and twigs sticking out of his muscular body as he fell into the hot springs, face-first, despaired gurgling the only indicators of life.

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