Blood Oath (Ozaki)

For a job that was primarily number crunching, there was more fieldwork for Ozaki than one might otherwise suspect. As one of the few people who worked in inventory that had a Mastery in Hunting, they took quite a few opportunities to take advantage of that. Having one of those for a inventory position made him just a tad overqualified.

Ozaki was fine with that though. Sometimes it was nice to have a day out of the office. But he wished he’d been given more warning than this. But apparently someone just neeeeeded to have their elemental newts tomorrow and they couldn’t have been bothered to turn in the form in a timely matter. Normally this would be cause for them to be denied, but this was a teacher who was known for being violate, so they decided to put Ozaki on the case rather than risk their wraith.

The vampire was was wearing his normal shirt and vest combo, as well as a dark brown trench coat with a backpack slung over his shoulder. He’d gotten most of the elemental newts he’d needed when he came across a ruin.

Ozaki had been about to pass it when he saw something purple within. Curiosity getting the better of him, he removed a blood-dart from one of the two small pouches visible on his belt.

As he got closer her saw that it was a pair of draconic wings. Did they need any dragon parts back at the warehouse? Well it couldn’t hurt to grab it either way. Judging on the size of the wings it was either a child or a small breed of dragon. Oh wait… There was the possibility it wasn’t dead, and if it was one of those sentient breeds of dragons that would pose a problem.

Well not a problem per say… It’d just mean he’d have to focus his energies on saving the thing rather than slaying it… Assuming it didn’t try to kill him first. Then it was fair game if it didn’t listen to reason. Still a bit legally dicey… But then again so where some of the things back in the warehouse. All legally acquired by the word of law, but anyone who just walked in randomly might be a little… Horrified.

Ozaki shook his head as he finally arrived at the pile of rubble. Best not to be having those kinds of thoughts if the dragon was alive and sentient. If that were the case he would honestly rather not kill it. He tucked the dart up in his sleeve for easy access should he need it at a second's notice. It'd be best if he at least was not perceived to be carrying a weapon when it saw him. Even if that was distinctly not the case. 

“Hey… I’m going to help you out of there. So don’t freak out.” He said in the best soothing voice he could manage. He internally winced as his teenage voice cracked in the middle of the sentence. Damn the man who had turned him at this age. He then started removing rubble, trying to be careful so that he did not topple the pile and cause even more damage. As he removed piece by piece he eventually came to see that it was not a dragon as he had initially suspected, but a draconian. As a man who had done much research on the world’s many species in his youth to cure his ignorance, he knew from a glance what she was now that he got a proper look at her. Poor thing.

Ozaki held both of his hands up in a gesture of peace. Usually the gesture was also a sign to show that one was not armed as well. “I’m here to help.” He repeated, going with the assumption she had only been properly conscious since she had started screaming.

He took a cautious step forward. “I’m not a doctor. But if you can trust me I can lessen the pain for you and get you to one.” Should she be moved though? Well. He couldn’t get a reception here, so hopefully once the pain was dulled she would be able to. Maybe he could carry her… It’ d be a bit tough given her huge size and his own smaller size, but his vampiric strength would give him a leg up at least. She could at least stand in this state though. So there was a start there.

She looked like she had never seen her own body before. It was a look Ozaki could sympathize with, yet even given that he did not know how to help in this moment. He crouched down so that he wasn’t just standing over her. “I can’t fix what happened to you.” He said softly. He could only assume that however she had turned into this, it had not been willing or knowing on her part.

From the knowledge of what a draconian was alone he could guess that, but the fact she was unwilling to accept that this was reality was the nail in the coffin there. He felt woefully inadequate to comfort her. “I’m so sorry.”

Little vampire. He did his best to stamp out his twinge of annoyance at that. She didn’t need someone getting angry at her right now. It wasn’t her fault he looked like a child. “I’m not a kid. I only look like one because…” He debated what to say next. He’d recently gotten to meet the man who had changed him and actually learned why this had happened. Of course though he didn’t make a policy of sharing his sob story with just anyone. But Cyn was most likely in the same boat as him if his knowledge on draconians was anywhere near on point. Distantly he wondered if becoming a vampire might be able to forestall her inevitable fate. Could The Blight spread if her body was physically frozen in time?

“Reasons.” He ended lamely. “I’m just here because I saw you were in trouble, that’s all.” The fact that he had mistaken her as a full blown dragon at first and had been thinking that if she were dead he could take the body back to the storehouse was something he was obviously choosing to omit. Though draconian parts were even rarer, he wasn’t going to allow her to be chopped up for parts when she was alive.

“And no. I’m not going to suck your blood. For one, black blood’s generally not recommended.” He didn’t know whether this was the right thing to say in this case to comfort her that he wasn’t just looking to drink it. But black blood usually did mean that there was some sort of curse in it. In the case of a draconian that curse was obvious to anyone who had read as much as him what the nature of it was. Drinking it would not turn him into a draconian of course, but there was no telling what method had been used to turn her into this. He’d already had a recent stint with black blood that had been disguised to look normal. Ozaki wasn’t gunning for another. “Besides. I’m set on that front anyways.”

He literally had a blood pack on him right now if he started to get hungry or was wounded some how and lost blood. Given her distrust of his species however, he was hesitant to share that fact. She might be squeamish around blood. Heaven knew he could be sometimes.

“You have no idea.” Ozaki muttered under his breath at her mentioning that he was a picky eater. It was still a bit annoying that she was calling him little vampire. But given her condition he’d let it slide for now.

How likely was it that dragons knew what draconians were, he had to wonder. He only knew because of his obsessive research into this world’s many species, heedless of obscurity. To both have gone and be working at Eldritch Academy, it would almost be foolishness not to put that much effort in. How was one supposed to tell someone they were doomed to die? She had no idea. In seeing that she was coughing up blood he made a mental note to himself to avoid any pain killers that could double as blood thinners. One of his local anesthetics would be better as well, but if he did that he might have to inject at least three points in the wing to get the whole area given its size. “I can’t fix your wing or... or your current condition. But I can at least make it so it doesn’t hurt as much. I can make a pain killer for your wing so movement won’t be so painful. Then we can get you to a doctor who can get a better read of your internal condition as well.” Maybe they’d know how to break it to her... though it was possible he might have to explain to them what a draconian was before they could.

That’d be funny if her inevitable fate wasn’t so tragic. Ozaki was hoping she did not take his offer badly. “I mean... if you don’t trust me with all of that though wouldn’t blame you. Most people don’t take well from strangers in the woods offering to inject them with chemicals when they don’t even know their names... haha.” His laugh was strained as he rubbed the back of his unkempt hair with a hand, which he then extended in the gesture of a handshake. “I guess I should introduce myself. My name’s Yuuki Ozaki.”

Oh yah… What else would she have called him if he hadn’t introduced himself in the first place? Duh. Suddenly it seemed blindingly obvious. He put down the hand that had been offered to shake hers without much bother. He supposed she just may not have recognized the gesture, or was in too much pain to really be focusing on mannerisms that weren't of her own kind's. When Cyn gave her consent Ozaki removed two darts from his pouch. He did a few mental calculations in his head before activating his talent and changing the blood within into a transparent fluid that would have the right concentration needed.

“I’ll be using a local anesthetic so you’ll still be able to walk to where we’re going.” He might be able to carry her, but if she could walk she might as well. Also, knocking out a woman in the woods was all sorts of shady he wasn’t going to do. “I’ll need to use two of them to be sure to get your whole wing. It’ll sting a bit, but after a bit the pain will go away.”

When she said her own name his mind went on a small internal tangent.

Cyn. Like Sin? Ozaki briefly wondered. Or Cynder? Either way he wasn’t going to ask, but he was also now thinking about an old video game. And now even more so considering the purple and gold colors were making him think of a dragon in that game. Shush. Not the time for that.

He was glad she’d used his last name though. 

Would telling her his job title freak her out? If she actually thought about what it meant, maybe. But given the fact that he’d had a complete opportunity to knock her out easily and hadn’t taken it, surely that must merit some about of trust. Unless she’d think that he was only keeping her awake to spare himself the trouble of carrying her some place that could carve her up fresh and sterile.

Oh Selene that was a disgusting thought he had. Just awful. Ozaki would never do that. Even the thought turned him a little green. Or at least it would if he physically could turn that color. He turned from her to give himself a moment to clear his head, pointing in the direction of where they were going. “T-there’s a teleport pad about a mile or so from here that’ll take us into Eldritch Academy.” The school had quite a few set up across the country for easy transportation to various jobs. It cut down on travel time a lot. “From there I’ll know a good doctor nearby who works in the ER. Also as to your previous question, I work with the Academy and was… Collecting things.”

Oh jeez he’d just made himself sound worse with that pause didn’t he? “For a job.” His job. Geez he always made things worse when he got nervous. Why'd he have to go think something like that?