Azure performed right up to expectations. Noone could say he hadn't had a chance to speak his peace. Heck, Art had even fed him a cue to apologize and kowtow and thus escape his doom. But, no, again the boy had tried to push things off on Art again.

Art contemplated the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. Posessions were like leaves on a river, moving from one place to another, with only the temporary illusion of staying still. And, generally speaking, rivers didn't flow backward. However, now, it was more important to distinguish himself as the one who was good here. Even a small concession should highlight the brazen ego that tried to accuse him.

He took out the pack and brandished it. "Let's see... all I did was use some harsh words and practice a bit of petty thievery." He tossed the pack back to Raven. "You..." Art started counting on his fingers. "You interrupted us. You pulled weapons. After we both left... I'll point out I left only after you threatened to kill me. After we left, instead of checking on this girl you claimed was the cause of your concern, you immediately ran after me. When you saw I was with a young girl, you still tried to attack me. She was injured by your weapon." He tilted his head. "So who would you say started things?"

He had caught Arion's smile, and in a moment he was torn. He really wanted to see what was coming next, to see a little street justice done. However, he didn't think Arion would like to see things like that. Especially not to see Art be angry and cruel. But, somehow, that look in her eyes told him she wouldn't mind seeing a little.

Also, this was an interesting new side of Sakura he hadn't seen before. She tended to do things to excess; while Art wanted some revenge, he didn't want to see someone seriously hurt, either. He should probably stay here and make sure things went the right way.

He stood, still defiant, across Azure's path of escape. Let Sakura play with him for a bit. Art was sure the school nurse had at least two beds.

Azure had taken care of himself; Art was satisfied for now. He would have to keep an eye on him in the future, but precedent had been set. Sakura, though.... he would have to keep more of an eye on her. She had seemed so sweet last time, but now he didn't know what to think.

" Behave."

Well, wasn't that an ironic thing to say? Well, still, she had a point. If she wasn't going to kill the boy, then he wouldn't either. "Can do!" He piped up, high-pitched and energetic.

But... Arion was bleeding. He went over to her, looking her over quickly. "Arion, you shouldn't have... You shouldn't get involved in things like this." He fussed over her, concerned. He grabbed the first thing on hand, the sleeves of his shirt, tearing them off to make quick bindings. He pressed them to her wrists, tying them quickly. "You'll be OK... wrist wounds are showy. They bleed a lot at first but they heal quick. So don't worry about it, ok?" Her blood was so red; it was hot and accusing as it slipped past his fingers. She shouldn't have been involved in this. It was his fault. Art shouldn't have gotten into a dangerous position, because he had someone to worry about now...

"No, we need to get her to the healer woman now. That was too much time wasted on the knife-wielding idiot. If we don't, the wound will get infected and I know you don't want to risk that pain on this girl."

That sounded like good advice. "Let's all go together..." He helped Arion put his arm over his shoulder, supporting her. "Don't try to move too quickly, keep pressure on. We don't want them to lose too much blood." The quiet accusation of Arion's blood dripped off his wrist to the floor. "Let's go... careful..." He began to pull her away, intent on leading her to the Healer's Place he had found in his earlier wandering.

((OOC: Movin' on over to Healers Place))

Edited by: ArthurWilborn at: 2/1/07 12:44 am