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| Ulrum | Oct 2 2013, 12:16 AM Post #1 |
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Well, Mai had left him alone here. He wasn't really upset or anything, but it definitely put a damper on his mood. So, rather than sit around doing nothing, he decided to get back to practice. After all, it wasn't as though anyone was really paying any attention. He stood by the fountain, burning his hand then dunking it in the water for immediate relief. It wasn't as ideal as the ice bucket he kept at home, but it was better than simply burning as he had attempted to in the very beginning. It was a beautiful day out, without a cloud in the sky. People were walking by here and there, but for the most part he was alone. The world was his, and he used that world to practice. Practice made perfect, after all. Edited by Ulrum, Oct 2 2013, 09:02 AM.
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| Garaku | Oct 2 2013, 03:48 PM Post #2 |
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It was an odd sight to see someone continually dipping their into the neighbourhood fountain. It was even more odd when that someone was someone that Anya recognized. She wasn't on duty, not officially anyway, it had been rare for her to be on patrol ever since the adults had started questioning the well-being of her mentality. But regardless of peer-opinion and thought, the redhead was insistent on keeping on her toes by whatever mean's necessary. It also kept her from reflecting too much upon recent events, a fact she was reluctantly grateful to accept. Today's job was a simple one, that being the handing out of flyers for a certain club back at the academy. Her job eventually led her to the residential of the Gardens, and coincidentally, to Evan. After watching silently from afar, it was a minute before she broke from her fascination and approached the man. "Does it hurt?" she asked. |
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| Ulrum | Oct 3 2013, 07:36 PM Post #3 |
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Evan jolted a bit at the sound of a familiar voice, completely stopping what he had been doing in favor of turning to see that in fact, Anya was standing there watching him. "Nah...." he lied, trying to come off as at least somewhat collected in how he was holding himself. After all, he couldn't exactly tell an Elite what his plans were, could he? He had to maintain some level of restraint. "How've you been?" Evan asked, obviously trying to change the conversation topic. He really didn't like the idea of telling her anything more than he already had, since the last thing he'd mentioned to her was his disdain for the Elites. |
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| Garaku | Oct 4 2013, 12:19 PM Post #4 |
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"Much better than before, thank you," said Anya, curiously tilting her head forward as she tried to get a better look into Evan's face. Was it her imagination, or did he seem a bit… nervous? He was certainly acting different than he was the other day. Was he ill? The loose bandages around his hands were certainly concerning. "How about yourself, Mr. Evan?" she asked, tucking away a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Have you been doing well?" |
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| Ulrum | Oct 5 2013, 10:44 AM Post #5 |
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"Glad to hear it." Evan responded, legitimately meaning it. Right now he may not have been in the greatest of places, but he could recognize when someone was attempting to be nice. "I've been fine. Just going through the motions." he shrugged, sticking his hands into his pockets rather than allowing them to continue out in the open. "Sometimes this city just seems to get more and more boring by the hour, you know?" |
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| Garaku | Oct 6 2013, 05:46 PM Post #6 |
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"The... motions?" Anya repeated, not familiar with the term. She looked at the flyers in her hand, and then in her thoughts at all the events that had happened recently and wondered just what could be considered boring outside of it all. "I am afraid I do not understand," she said, shaking her head. "Are you bored, Mr. Evan? Is that why you are playing with your ability out in the Gardens? Is that why you are harming yourself? To avoid boredom?" |
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| Ulrum | Oct 8 2013, 01:11 PM Post #7 |
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"I'm just practicing some of the more challenging parts of the power." he grunted out, disappointed that she'd seen him. He had been hoping to avoid people he actually knew for a little while, or at least avoid them seeing the burns. "SIN never really had a good grasp on how the power worked, so when I find something new I need to practice it somehow." He took his hands back out of the pockets, revealing the blackened bandages surrounding charred flesh, which could be seen through the numerous holes. |
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| Garaku | Oct 9 2013, 01:12 AM Post #8 |
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Was SIN really that incompetent? Anya wondered, never having experienced any problems herself. Then again, her powers had peaked quite early on. She visibly grimaced when Evan displayed his hands, now having a proper view of just how torn apart they were. "How does that not hurt?!" Without thinking she dropped the pack of flyers in her hands and snatched up Evan's in her own. Her fingers haphazardly traced over the bandages and burns, along with her eyes assessing just how she was to treat such a thing. "There are ways to practice, Mr. Evan, but this is too much!" |
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| Ulrum | Oct 9 2013, 01:57 PM Post #9 |
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He flinched when her hands touched his, pulling back a bit, but relaxing to try to pretend that it didn't hurt at all. He didn't want to make it seem like he was actually hurting himself. "They're just burns, Anya. I'm fine." he shrugged, trying to think of a way to talk his way out of this, but not having a decent solution. "If I don't practice like this, I'll never understand how it works." He knew he was just making up excuses. This wasn't curiosity and practice anymore. It was a dependence. He needed the pain in his life for everything to make sense. |
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| Garaku | Oct 10 2013, 06:05 AM Post #10 |
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Evan's flinch though brief did not go unnoticed. If nothing else Anya was now even more determined to tend to his injuries. "You may be fine, but that does not excuse yourself from self-mutilation," she said, pulling him over to sit by the fountain. Her iron grip on his hands left no room for question despite their already tender state. She dug through her backpack and pulled out a miniature first-aid kit, something she had begun to bring along more often during her outings. Setting that aside for now, she then turned her focus back on Evan's hands and began to work on unravelling the remains of his old patchwork. "Really..." she sighed, "If you really must insist on practicing your powers, I am certain there must be another way to do it." The charred bandages then removed, she gave his now exposed hands a hard slap for good measure. "What if I help you? In fact, I insist on it!" |
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| Ulrum | Oct 10 2013, 07:55 AM Post #11 |
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"There isn't a better way...." Evan said defensively, standing there like a young child being fussed over by a mother as Anya went over his burns. He yelped almost inaudibly when she slapped his hands, the pain being far more apparent now that the flesh was exposed. "This is a matter of directly drawing energy to myself, and I have no idea if it's working unless it starts to burn." Evan explained as seriously as he could while standing like this. "There's no way to really help with it. It's a power that the academy never had a grasp on, and even now I don't really know the full extents." |
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| Garaku | Oct 11 2013, 09:17 PM Post #12 |
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"Well it has certainly worked," said Anya, squeezing dry a tube of aloe vera onto Evan's hands. "Just how much more until you are satisfied? Will you continue until both of your arms are nothing but ash?" A fresh layer of bandages were then applied, a skill since the incident with Maitho that Anya had made sure to improve upon. "I understand your desire to realize the limits of your ability, believe me I do," she said biting her lower lip. "But you must also realize that there are people who care for the state of you well-being." |
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| Ulrum | Oct 13 2013, 12:45 AM Post #13 |
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"I'll be fine, Anya." Evan said, with a hint of hurt anger in his voice. "I have a handle on this. I'm only singeing the surface of my skin most of the time anyway, so it's not like I'm going to have any permanent damage..." He froze for a moment, unsure of what to do now. The bandages were reapplied, and his hands actually felt a bit better, but in a weird way, he didn't want them to. He wanted to feel the pain. It made him feel as though he was succeeding. If he didn't feel the pain, after all, how did he know he had any sense of control? Edited by Ulrum, Oct 13 2013, 06:26 PM.
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| Garaku | Oct 23 2013, 04:56 PM Post #14 |
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Anya dropped her head, sighing into the ground at the familiarity of the situation. "I know you will be fine. I know that no matter what I say or do you will continue to hurt yourself in spite of my concern." She stared at his hands, questioning just how long it would be before those fresh bandages joined the pile of charred garbage sitting beside them. "Will you at least let them sit for the remainder of the day?" Hesitantly putting away her kit into her bag, she then stood back up to make her leave. All she could and would do if she stayed any longer was fret over what he called practice. "I realize it is selfish of me, but if you will allow me to stop by and treat your hands every now and again, I would be greatly appreciative," she said with a small bow. "It may not be much in helping you realize your abilities, but I rather do something for you than nothing at all." |
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| Ulrum | Oct 24 2013, 02:40 PM Post #15 |
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"You don't have to do any of that Anya..." Evan said quietly, not knowing what else to say. Why the hell did she care? He was just some guy who lived alone in a trashy apartment on the edge of the plaza. He didn't have some likable trait that should have convinced her to help him. He was just himself, and a particularly messed up version of himself at that. "You're always welcome at my place, Anya." he said shakily. What else could he say? She was being kind to him, and he didn't have the heart to tell her that soon he'd be a burnt pile of flesh, no more recognizable than the charred remnants of his previous bandages. "I've gotten plenty done today. I guess I can take the rest of today off..." |
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