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ring_around (ring_around) wrote in the_nexus_rpg,
@ 2012-01-22 22:35:00

Current music:	Border of Death- iOSYS
Entry tags:	hand_of_sorrow, nightstallion, ring_around

We all fall down...
It was a fairly nice day in the Nexus. The weather was mild, for winter, and there was plenty of hustle and bustle around as people went about their daily lives. The ever obtrusive sign remained, flashing obnoxiously, when a portal close to it opened. For a moment, it looked like it was snowing in that area, and nothing more, when something fell out of it. Landing with a whump, the body of a young woman lies amongst the pile of, upon closer inspection appears to be, ash. There are no visible wounds on the body, save a large burn scar over her right eye, which, while clearly was painful, has healed. Anyone with a nose can smell the stench of burned bodies on her.

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	nightstallion 2012-01-23 10:30 pm UTC (link)
	Iktomi's hanging around another Convenient Nexus Water Cooler, waiting for a question, when a girl smelling of ash and fire falls out of a portal. He immediately rushes over to help and asks her "Are you all right?!" He gives her a once-over look for burn marks, without touching her. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	ring_around 2012-01-24 03:45 am UTC (link)
	What's going on? Sound? What's happening? I taste air. Air air air. Alive? No, can't be. Another dream then. No, not a dream. Voice new. What's going on? Mokou's arm shifts slightly from side to side, her eyes fluttering, but still shut as she starts to moan, her body receiving and using oxygen for the first time in who knows how long. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	nightstallion 2012-01-24 03:53 am UTC (link)
	Iktomi looks at all this and props her up, a small ball of light forming in his palm as he gives some of his spirit power to help her heal. This'll make him tired eventually, but he thinks it's worth it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ring_around
2012-01-24 04:00 am UTC (link)

Movement, someones there, burnthemthey'recontaminatedburnthemall No, not sick, not real, still a dream, right? No, pain, gotta be real, how?

The energy helps accelerate the healing, and soon her breathing is stable, but the scar over her eye refuses to vanish like it should. Her eyes begin to flutter open just slightly, and her muttering starts to sound more like an attempt to speak, then just sounds.

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	nightstallion 2012-01-24 04:04 am UTC (link)
	Iktomi's tired but he tries to get her to talk. He's stopped healing her as soon as it seems she'll be ok. His energy is depleted though. "Who are you? What happened? Can you speak? Hello?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ring_around 2012-01-24 04:17 am UTC (link)
	Sight, I can see. Face unfamiliar. Dream? No, not a person I know. Male, black hair, who? Why is he concerned? Killithe'splaguedburnit* No, go away.* Mokou lifts her hand weakly, reaching out towards almost nothing, as she finally manages to form the word, "H.elp.." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	nightstallion 2012-01-24 04:27 am UTC (link)
	Iktomi asks, "Help? Help with what? Who are you?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ring_around 2012-01-24 04:35 am UTC (link)
	Itneedstobepurged No, don't wanna hurt anymore. Why, why? Mokou's eye shifts, starting to focus, and her gaze finally falls upon you, looking up as if not even believing you were there. "Ru.n...run...burn..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	nightstallion 2012-01-24 04:45 am UTC (link)
	"What?" Iktomi asks. "Run? Burn? Wait, did someone burn you?" Iktomi isn't too afraid of physical fire. He doesn't have a real, physical body. Spirit fire, on the other hand... could hurt him. Iktomi frowns. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ring_around 2012-01-24 04:51 am UTC (link)
	he needs to run, don't get it, don't get it. Why's he still here? Is he real? Mokou reaches up, and touches her face, the scar lining up nearly perfectly with her own hand, as she stares. "R..real? Awake now? Why?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	nightstallion 2012-01-24 04:54 am UTC (link)
	"I'm very real," Iktomi frowns. "I believe someone mentioned a clinic. I think I need to find this clinic, stat. Stay here." Iktomi is done healing her so he uses a little more of his power to put a shield around her and runs off to find the clinic. (Reply to this) (Parent)

	hand_of_sorrow 2012-01-24 03:59 am UTC (link)
	Roy was just innocently walking to work. That's all. He stopped when the woman dropped out, and stepped over to ascertain that she was okay, when the scent of burned bodies reached him and he stopped dead in his tracks and turned and retched. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	ring_around 2012-01-24 04:13 am UTC (link)
	What? Somethings going on? Why is there sensations? Mokou coughs once, as air enters her lungs, and her body begins to try to regenerate itself. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hand_of_sorrow 2012-01-24 04:17 am UTC (link)
	Hearing signs of life from the girl pulled Roy back into the present and away from the nightmare that was Ishbal and he turned, stepped over and crouched beside the girl. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ring_around 2012-01-24 04:31 am UTC (link)
	Voice? From the past again, no not familiar. Who? How is who here? he'ssickburnhimcleansetheworld She shifts slightly, her eyes trying to open, as her body continues to restore itself. She murmurs slightly, but it's little more then a quiet groan. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hand_of_sorrow 2012-01-24 04:39 am UTC (link)
	Roy started inspecting her for injuries in preparation of taking her to the clinic if he had to. Greed would understand if he was a tiny bit late, but with PINs, even that wasn't likely. "You okay?" he repeated. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ring_around 2012-01-24 04:44 am UTC (link)
	He's concerned, don't know him, who who? A villager? So unfamiliar. no, you need to run.. letmeoutletmesavehimburnhim She groans, her uninjured eye opening, unfocused and staring at nothing. she shifts, reaching weakly towards nothing, as her murmurs become slightly clearer, but still stubbornly refuse coherency, until finally she manages, "r...run." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hand_of_sorrow 2012-01-24 04:50 am UTC (link)
	"Not a chance in hell, young lady," Roy said. "Come on, you should get checked out at the hospital. You'll be fine once Simon and Winry get their hands on you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ring_around 2012-01-24 04:56 am UTC (link)
	no, no people. burnthemallpurgethesicksavethem* can't, no strength, why am I awake?* Mokou lifts her hand further, finally managing to grab his shirt, staring at him. "r...real?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hand_of_sorrow 2012-01-24 04:58 am UTC (link)
	"Yes, this is real," Roy assured her. "Come on, let's get you to the hospital." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ring_around 2012-01-26 04:29 am UTC (link)
	Hospital, hospital, clinic? clinicsickpeopleplaguethere* clinic? Who's clinic? Everyone's dead? How is this real?* Mokou's eye grows wider, focusing on Roy. "no, sick no no no.." She tightens her grip, clearly frightened. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hand_of_sorrow 2012-01-26 04:31 am UTC (link)
	"I don't know if you're sick, Miss," Roy said. "But you should be looked at by a doctor. You look like you've been in bad shape." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ring_around 2012-01-26 04:36 am UTC (link)
	Doctor, doctor? Eirin? No, not Eirin, KILLEDHERKILLEDTHEBITCHTHEBITCHISDEAD* No, no, spreading, please not spread!* Mokou shakes her head, looking more panicked. "No, no, doctor no..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hand_of_sorrow 2012-01-26 04:40 am UTC (link)
	"Doctor Rockbell is the best," Roy assured her, picking her up. "I don't know what experiences you've had with doctors before, but Winry will not hurt you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ring_around 2012-01-26 04:46 am UTC (link)
	goodgoodkillthemallsavethemfrompain No, not gonna hurt, not gonna burn anymore Mokou continues muttering incoherently about not wanting to go, but clings tighter to Roy. (Reply to this) (Parent)