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 Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 10:53 am
Dylon, as a trainee, got the less experience driven jobs. Jobs like guard duty. Standing around duty. Stare at wall duty. Today was standing in golems room duty.
He was bored out of his skull.
He took to whistling a tune over and over again, trying to keep himself awake. Nothing ever happened on duty! Such a bore...
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 10:59 am
There was a sudden, unholy groan - shortly followed by a loud, raucous bout of maniacal laughter. The sound held little amusement, and was swiftly muffled.
A long-haired, bedraggled, barefoot creature drifted out from between two golem pods. Decidedly female, waif-like with cascades of dark, filthy hair.
It giggled.
"We're going to die, you know."
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 11:04 am
"Hmmm~hmm~hm----" His humming of a likely annoying Nikki Mannaj song was cut short by a groan. Like the beginning of any horror movie, this was likely to end in tears. Dylon's grin dropped, as he looked between the pods. The laughter felt emotionless and dry. Things that were never allowed to associate themselves with such a wonderful human response.
As the vision of thin terror crept closer, it's voice familiar yet far away, Dylon let out a yelp. "Jesus Christ!" He stared in terror, wondering if maybe a Halloween denizen had crept pas the defences. Should he be on guard? Alert someone?
Dylon summoned Vahn, twin katars glinting with cold steel in the bright lights of the room. "Stay right where you are!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 11:07 am
There was a pause. Sasha's arms slowly lowered to form fists before she reached up to push back the knotted strands of hair that framed her face like some sort of twisted halo.
She was quiet for a brief moment, head tilted slightly to the side as she peered at Dylon. Her voice, when next she spoke, was more cultured and defined.
"Dylon?"
Her lips felt dry, her feet sore. The body she wore was still so unfamiliar, too tight here, too loose there, too wispy too weak too not her own.
"Is that you?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 11:11 am
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The young man softened as she lifted the hair from her face. His weapon was dismissed, a smile brightening his face. "Sasha... Sasha!" His grin was brighter now.
"Good grief! I thought maybe you'd died! It's been so long! Where have yo.... holy moly your HAIR! It's so long!" Dylon approached her now, careful not to touch her just yet. "Are you okay? You look awful. N-NOT awful ugly, you're still gorgeous! Just yanno... Do you need me to help you to the infirmary?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 11:18 am
It's been so long!
Sasha's eyes widened briefly, her lips parting in the slightest frown. It'd been four, maybe five days - surely not much could have changed on the island.
"How did you get back?" The madness was there, sour on her tongue, eager to break her down into a heap of shrieks and giggles. It was not something she could force herself to simply get over - the things she'd seen, what she'd endured - her thoughts felt disjointed and awkward.
Her expression slipped into something a little more wary, a little more cautious.
"And what do you mean when you say it's been so long?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 11:24 am
Dylon frowned. "Well..... The helicopter. Remember?" Dylon felt worried now. She'd been gone so long, he had to wonder if maybe something had gone terribly wrong in finding her weapon. "You saw me and Jerry off, saying you wanted to stay behind to find your weapon."
Dylon tilted his head a bit before trying to put his words as gently as he could. "Sasha... it's been about five months.."
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 11:31 am
Sasha made an odd sound, something that was half laughter and half disbelief and entirely pathetic. He looked as though he was telling the truth, and Sasha had no reason not to believe him. Dylon had been an agreeable sort, eager to follow orders when he'd been issued them.
"And ev --" her voice broke, and she cleared her throat, "everyone else? They're home safe?"
She pointedly ignored his question - not because she didn't know how to answer it, but because she didn't know if she could really, truly trust him. After all she'd been through since becoming a trainee, trust was not something that came easily to Sasha.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 11:37 am
"As far as I know? To be honest I rarely see the others. Jerry has been active on Twitter, so I assume he is well." But the other men who'd been on the trip, he'd not met outside that mission.
"Um.. I'm sure they're fine? I mean.. it's a big island. Do you need my cell phone? You could call them... or even just ask a higher ranking officer." He babbled a lot, hoping something of use was spewing from his lips for her. It didn't help he'd kind of focused most of his social attention on the ladies. Hmm... maybe that was a problem...
He looked down to her feet again, then back up to her face. She really needed to get herself looked at. "Come on.. I'll answer all I can, but let's get you to see a doctor, okay?" Or nurse.... Maybe a sexy nur---NO focus!
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 11:42 am
Sasha's entire body seemed to shrink as she slouched and merely nodded in acquiesce, though she immediately straightened before shooting Dylon a look. Yes, he was right.
"I need to see the Doctor."
The bitter-bile taste of madness surged forth, and she was unable to stop the babbles that broke free from her lips.
"Too many secrets, Dylon, locked up nice and tidy, hidden from view. The door is opening now, Dylon. The door is opening now, no more secrets, no more hiding."
She paused and drew her hair over her shoulder, looking slightly horrified as she did so.
"Take me to his office, won't you?" Her voice was a mere whisper, a little broken and jagged. "He'll have the answers."
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 11:47 am
Dylon tensed. Sasha was off her rocker. Barely contained madness spewed from the edges of her mangled appearance. "Will do, ladyface." He said with a nervous smile. Gently, he offered a hand to guide her. If she didn't take it, he'd simply lead the way. The way to the office of Dr. H.
He'd know what to do.. he hoped. He sure didn't know what was wrong. Trapped, apparently. Held captive, maybe. It was hard to believe this was the Sasha he'd met. She'd seemed so refined, tidy and well posed when he'd known her.
What changed?
Rather than press her with any more questions, he simply escorted her, politely silent.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 12:58 pm
Sasha did reach out to take the hand that Dylon offered - that small bit of human contact forced a giggle from her as she shambled along beside him.
"Five months, Dylon?"
Five months since she'd taken a small troupe to Scotland. Five months. To her, it'd been nothing more than four or five days. Everything was wrong, wrong, wrong. Off-center, disjointed, off-kilter.
Broken.
She giggled again, soft and faint, a distant look in her eyes as she watched the floor pass by beneath her bare feet.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 1:03 pm
"Yep. Five months. It's February, now." He offered with a faint smile, occasionally looking down at the woman as they walked. Fragile, frail, yet slightly mad. Her giggles and glazed over eyes made him feel nervous. But above that nervous uncertainty was the need to help. To care for. To protect. Big brother mode won over any discomfort he felt in her presence.
Maybe if he kept her thinking outside her own mind, kept her here in this world. Then she might be able to cope with this. Recover herself. Feel at ease again.
"The basement flooded. There was a huge storm outside. Like a hurricane! It's crazy!" He laughed, keeping a firm but gentle hold on the lady's hand.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 1:49 pm
"My birthday was last month."
Sasha paused, falling silent. Back in Scotland, she'd never really had a chance to acclimatize herself to a body that wasn't hers. Her thoughts had been filled with nothing but Nona - who was still silent, as she'd been ever since Sasha had reclaimed her.
As they walked, Sasha fussed with her the long mop of hair that trailed down her back. It felt disgusting and dirty, and when she lifted it to her nose, it smelled of damp earth with a hint of mold.
"I should shower before I see the Doctor. He's a very important man. Je suis couvert de crasse. I am so dirty, you see?" She grabbed a handful of the simple gown she wore and glanced at Dylon. "Perhaps to the showers, first, then."
Sasha began to hum an odd little tune, her grip on Dylon's hand growing a little tighter.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 1:55 pm
"What?" He looked to the woman with dismay. She missed her birthday! The one special day a year that was all about her. "Gosh, Sasha... I'm gunna treat you to something special in the cafeteria after everything is sorted out! A late Birthday meal is better than none!" He grinned widely, trying to bring up her spirits by projecting his own. He had a lot of spirit to give. "Portals opened back up, so there's more than just powdered stuff you heat up in microwave!" As if that was super cool.
He stopped a moment, taking in her appearence. Dylon felt like she should see a doctor first before worrying about her looks. But.. this was important to her, after all. "Well, okay. We'll get you cleaned up first. Do you need some clothes?" He was very much willing to run around half the island to find her something. "I can drop you off at the shower room and grab you something."
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