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| Cicero | Jan 14 2007, 05:18 PM Post #31 |
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(( Yes, I've noticed something of the sort.)) Aerial nodded, but as soon as he left, she propped herself up against a wall, carefull not to let the ingured section of her wing touch. She slowly thought through all that had happened to her in the last few hours. It seemed that Rags acted much slower when Dak was inactive. It seemed he controlled part of his mental functions, so when he slowed down, so would Rags. She gave that a moments though before she came to a conclusion. Dak wanted her to die. All he would have to di to keep her alive would be to talk, to allow Rags to think things through. Which ment that that - that thing - on the end of his tail, by hindering him, was slowly... killing... her. |
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| Chesha | Jan 14 2007, 05:41 PM Post #32 |
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(Although Air has it backwards. He is supporting her. He wants her to die, because she's a problem,a nd he know that there's not definate way for Rags to save her, but he's helping in a wya by being immobile. If he was doing crap, Rags would be passed out or have gone mad by now. Whee._ Rags disappeared further into the building through a crumbling doorway whose door had fallen off of rusted hinges long ago and now lay being eaten through by insects. He came back after a loud harsh shriek of metal with a large ten gallon steel pot. "Mm, thes epeople were... wasteful. They left a lot of... a lot of useful things behind." rags murmured, seeming to have a problem with the weight of the pot, evne though it weighed hunreds of pounds less than the harness and equipment. He was becoming frustrated with this difficulty, growlign in anger as he kneed it before hefting it up onto the metal stove. The next task was welcome with its simplicity. He added a few of the quartered logs tot he belly of the stove, now searching in the prvisions for matches mostlikely. Once the fire had been sucessfully lit and fed to heat the stove and pot he sat back, cupping his head in chilled hands, using one foot to close the grate of the stove. Resting his elbows on his knees he rested before strugglign up, shufflign back to Aerial, offering her a hand. "It's warmer near the stove... And I don't know if it'll help or not, but..." |
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| Cicero | Jan 14 2007, 05:53 PM Post #33 |
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(( Oh, aye. Aerial is Nikolai's brother. She's usually ass-backwards. It's a dangerous thing, to be a half blood. And poor Alia is, like, a third blood. Vampire and human and dove. :0 )) Aerial took Rags'hand, moaning softly as he pulled her up. "Thanks," she murmured. "You didn't have to do all this. She tried to smile, but it turned into a grimace as the pain in her wing overtook her. All she could do was mutter a woefully inadequate "Ow." She limped to the fire, and sat down, noticing her swollen ankle for the first time. "Must've twisted it trying to land." She gave a faint smile, now that the pain had ebbed, slightly. |
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| Chesha | Jan 14 2007, 06:14 PM Post #34 |
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Rags followed her, sitting down with some difficulty beside her. "God!" Dak gasped. At that moment Rags gave a wild, confused glance around before slumping to the ground towards Aerial, passed out. "That was painfully difficult, Trouble. You had better thank me." Dak growled at Aerial as he spat the note out in the general direction of Rags' slightly twitchy finger hands. Resting himself upon Rags' waist he opted to follow her movments with his eyes. "So. A busted ankle, screwed up wing. How do you propose to get the hell out of here?" Dak asked with a bitingly venomous tone, face implying a deep, deep hate for her. "Aye, Trouble?" |
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| Cicero | Jan 14 2007, 06:30 PM Post #35 |
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"What did you do to him?" demanded Aerial angrily. Her hand flew to her side, and in a second she had a gun up, and aimed between his eyes. "What.Did.You.Do." She glanced down at her gun. It was loaded, as always. She'd never be caught without a loaded pistol. "This thing's primed. So 'fess." She glared at him, angry he had somehow dispatched Rags, and fearfull he might try the same trick on her. |
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| Chesha | Jan 14 2007, 06:34 PM Post #36 |
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"He's not dead. he's asleep. He's fairly autistic in these conditions,a dn if you kill me, he's dead. Big Wolf will kill him. Now, lower the gun and I'd love to discuss what exactly happened to Rags here with you." Dak replied in a rather bored voice, staring at the hand holding the gun. "And I won't kill you. Rags is morelikely to do that if I hadn't let him go to sleep. He'd have abandoned you out here on your own, or something of the sort. Big Wolf has such a wonderous deactivation device as me, that I tried to help you. Both." |
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| Cicero | Jan 14 2007, 06:38 PM Post #37 |
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"I'd have had, and will, live." she grunted through locked teeth. "I've seen worse." She lowered the gun slowly, but kept it trained in between his eyes. "You know whats worse than a bastard?" she asked, gesturing at Rags. "A sadistic, sarcastic, worthless bastard who has far to high and idea of his own suffering. Now, what's wrong with him?" |
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| Chesha | Jan 14 2007, 06:56 PM Post #38 |
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"Are you calling the boy who has saved you from bleeding to death a bastard? Or yourself?" He asked with mild amusment before shaking himself and deciding to go on. "Rags already told you, he was a part of Big Wolf. He was a soilder. He thinks I was a mutation, but that's an implied memory. He was due for destructon after mistaking his fellows for the enemy in training, and accually shooting and killing several of them. Lucky him, he was saved by his creator's daughter, Eri, who pleaded with them until they gave and attached me. I was a new device. Biotechnology. If you were to shoot me, you'd see that I'm mostly steel. Light, porous steel, but steel all the same." He paused, clearing his throat. "Seeing as how I was created by a child, I'm amazed I worked. As I was saying. I was attached, and he was sentanced to exile. The only reason Big Wolf will ever interact with him is to kill him and collect his body if he dies. Unless you want to see some pissed off alien guys with big guns anytime soon, I suggest you put your gun away." Dak advised again, fixing ehr with a sharp glare. "And be happy that I let him even help you. Wonder why I went out like a light for a while? To let him save you. He'd never forgive himself if I hadn't. I'm the reason he has a from of autism, that was my purpose, to make him avoid stressful conditions that may make him a threat on his current location to civilans, and reawaken his old memories that were supposed to be forgotten. He'll wake up in a little while, but rght now he needs to escape the stress of the situation for a while, ken? If you want, I can get him up when the water starts to boil. Sound good? But it means you'll have to put up with me. Otherwise, I can doze off too, and let him stay asleep until his body's satisfied, adnI warn you, he hasn't slept in a while, so that could be a long time." |
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| Cicero | Jan 15 2007, 12:35 PM Post #39 |
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Alia nodded silently, and put her gun back in it's place, though keeping a hand over it. "As, I said, I've been through worse, ye ken," she said, falling easily into the Scottish accent. "He may be kind, but I know enough bush-med to see that this is bullshit." She untied his makeshift bandage, and rewrapped it herself, adding in some sort of greenish paste from yet another pouch on her belt. The blood dripping out slowed, then stopped. "That should hold it for awhile." |
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| Chesha | Jan 15 2007, 11:54 PM Post #40 |
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"You wen't out for a few minutes on us." Dak replied haughtily. Seeing the blood stop he sank his teeth into Rags' thigh. rags awoke with a start, shrieking murder at Dak and holding his unmarked leg with a quiet whimper. "Bastard." "As I said, Trouble. You went out." Rags on impulse of seeing the note picked it up, Dak having spit it out in the general direction of his hands. About to unfold it, he decided instead to tuck it into the front right pocket. Yawning he looked drowsily at Aerial and waved, having released his leg after makigns ure it wasn't beelding through the black jeans and probably unheard of here rock band pyjama bottoms. "Hi Air... Doing better? Sorry bout the... Erm. Nap. It just kinda happens sometimes." He glanced up, gaze searching as he looked the building over. "Mmm... Must nota been out long... Water's not boiling." Rags announced after standing up to peer over the scratched rim. He did seem better for the nap. Better for Dak letting him pass out a few minutes. "He jsut needed a reset." Dak smugly told Aerial before contently settling again into being the limp deadweight, mouthy ball at the end of Rags' tail. "Tea?" Rags asked, now digging through the provisions, not seeming too bad off for the loss of his shirt, and foucused more on matters of hospitality. |
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| Cicero | Jan 20 2007, 07:55 PM Post #41 |
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Alia nodded silently, and pulled at her belt. Out fell a couple of painkillers, adn a mild tranquilizer, not enough to knock her out, but it would fuzz her mind. Enough to make her numb. She swallowed the two pills and the tranquilizer, and leanied back against a wall. She could feel their combined efffects, like a fire, burning where it touched, but quickly fading to a warm glow. Down her arms and legs, to her fingers and toes. "Yes..." she said slowly. "Tea would be... nice." She knew, or at least, she had known, how dangerous it would be to be put into a disabled state with people she did not know well. Alia was a military mind. She never went in a room, where she could not watch all enterances at the same time. Never rode in an elevator. She could easily be picked off by fire, and with one door, there was no escape. And never let herself become injured in the presence of others. But she had made a mistake. And, as she knew would happen, the pain in her wing overcame her. She might as well have prostrated herself in front of an enemy, if she had been concious to make that sort of metaphor. But she wasn't. The pain in her wing had been to much. |
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| Chesha | Jan 21 2007, 06:50 PM Post #42 |
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Rags nodded, finding finally what he was after: a well worn, yet very clean cup and sharp knife, and a small, oddly shaped ginger root. Scooping some of the boiling water out of the pot with the cup he then fumbled the cup down near Aerial, sliceing a few thin discs of the root into the water before standing up again and returning to the box beside the stove. He brought out two small hand towels, wrapping teh knife in one adn takign the other for Aerial, if she was awake enough by now (He'd noticed she seemed a little bit out of it, if not more comfortable witht he wound while he worked to get her the drink) to use to sheild herself from the heat of the cup. "I don't have any sugar... Sorry. It normally makes it taste much better." |
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| Cicero | Jan 22 2007, 06:46 PM Post #43 |
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Aerial gave sort of a sleepy half-nodd, noting how the world seemed to spin in lazy circles long after her head had stopped moving. As it spun, Aerial became more and more dizzy, the color seemed to fade, leaving the world in black and white. She heard a child laughing, and then here world faded into a deep black. She managed to bark out before she fell, "Maybe I did take to much," and the world went black for the second time in so many minutes. Black as pitch. She felt like she was falling... and falling... and falling... And then she was gone. And maybe for good. (Oops, she probably better hang on. She's my only chaste character, I think.) |
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| Chesha | Jan 22 2007, 07:37 PM Post #44 |
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(Xd rags will be a tad bit upset. Rags: TAD!?! WTF? SHE"D DEAAAADDDD!-wails- Oh, Shut up..-smacks-) "Uhoh... Kid?" Dak nodded ot Aerial anging before falling limp. Rags blinked, confused for a minute before becoming deeply alarmed. "Aerial?" He asked in a quiet broken voice. He knelt next to her, examining ehr face carefully before touching ehr wrist, calling ehr name again. He was confuse.d She didn't seem hurt... She jsut seemed... Gone. Aerial was gone again... Oops... Dak thought as he felt a different part of Rags click on thouhg he had tried to subdue it. Not helpless, but angry. Angry and determined to make a difference. Crap. If he wasn't dead already, this boys stupidity just may do it. Rags stood, looking mildly hurt, if not more or less out of it. He had not thought over his plan, and the clsoest thing he could think of, was a docter. But he didn't know the layout of this land well enough to find the next city. He neede dher help for that... But she was gone. Defeated, Rags sat next to her, thinking of any way to tempt her back. He wasn't quite sure. Soemthign about reviving the dead during surgery blinked into his thoughts which had begun to cloud. Sensitive area... Wrists were considered sensitive areas, right? Worth a try. Grabbing one of ehr hands he gently ran his nail along the underside of ehr arm and wrist, still thinking. And, it's gone. Not a very good reaction for this girl... Dak thought bitterly. He could not contribute an idea wihtout dropping rags off asleep also, like Aerial except witht eh definate possibility of waking up again. What do you know, Trouble... Keep both of us sane, and help him help you. |
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| Cicero | Jan 22 2007, 08:10 PM Post #45 |
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In her sleep, her wing had stopped bleeding, though if that was good or bad, she was unsure. She seemed concious, felt councious, except she couldn't contact her body. Try as she might, she couldn't fell Rgas' hand on her arm, the hard floor beneath her. 'Maybe I am dead,' she tought. Air seemed to be looking down a herself from above, a sort of demented mirror... Her face was pale from bloodloss, and her clothes torn and bloodstained.One wing dangled limply, feathers matted with dried blood. A thin trickle of bright red blood dripped from her mouth. All in all, not a pretty sight. And there was Rags' fighting a battle of his own while struggling to bring her back. Though she had no substance, she bent down to touch her own wrist. It was cold, and sticky from blood. But there was a pulse. Her heart yet beat. She smiled, and suddenly Aerial opened her eyes with a gasp. And then she screamed. A high pitched wail, really. And then she fell back asleep. But a normal, semi-consioius sleep. She would live yet. And her heart still beat. |
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