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 Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 1:16 pm
Fatigue was a heavy weight as Ganymede left the warehouse. She left Valhalla and Auriga to their slower pace and sped ahead to get the car. The prospect of remaining powered up any longer was a tiring thought indeed, but a hospital visit seemed to be in order, and Ganymede knew she had to ignore the desire to collapse long enough to make it.
The scrape on her arm from earlier in the evening burned in the much cooler air to be found outside of the warehouse, and her lungs ached from the gasping breaths of an overused body. Adrenaline had been of little assistance since that odd explosion of golden light she tried not to think about. Instead, she ran primarily on stubbornness and desperation. A scattering of other auras fleeing in the night tickled her senses.
Ganymede didn't want to think right now—not about the light, not about Bischofite or Avalon, not about Buddingtonite or his hostages, and certainly not about Cyllene, whose corruption weighed as heavily on her heart as the fatigue weighed on her body.
Sooner or later she and Val would have to tell the other Jovians, but for now Ganymede would rather focus on the things she could handle with some measure of control.
Her path took her down another street as she strove to follow the quickest route to the car, but another figure, familiar though not well-known, drew her to a momentary stop.
“Themiscyra!” she called. “Themiscyra, are you okay?”
Guilt was an overwhelming companion that night. First Cyllene, then Auriga, and now Themiscyra, too. Ganymede had lost track of the page after the power plant plaza, and she felt ashamed for it now.Kaefaux I'm sorry this took me so long!! QQ <3
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 10:33 pm
He walked away ******** why s**t did that really happen why ******** need to move gotta move can't move how ******** he walked away there's a lot of blood or maybe not that much ******** donno not an expert fashion designer not med student ******** he walked away ******** ******** ******** he walked away--
Red eyes shut tight, a roaring in ears that didn't want to keep hearing the babble swirling in the skull they were latched to. The evening air nipped at exposed--really, overly exposed, raw and bloody--flesh. She'd already seen the spatters of blood across the alley floor where it'd fallen as they'd fought. Across the wall were she'd smeared it. Maybe more. Her toga was torn nearly in half both ways, kept on by the belt and emblem at her shoulder. He'd managed to damage her so-called armor, slice the easy skin along the side of her abdomen. Her arm she could barely move, the motions to bend the limb tedious now that adrenalin had left her with the injury curling somewhat around the inside of her elbow. Dimly, she realized and accepted she likely made the injury worse by actually trying to use her right arm in the fight.
Her right leg was still folded under her, some of her toga pressed against the massive gash on her thigh.
She was terribly unbalanced in her left-to-right-side injury ratio. Was pretty sure she'd officially broken a rib or two.
And Themiscyra wasn't doing to well at keeping her thought processes in a coherent pattern. She knew she had to move, get up. Get help. Maybe try to write to someone for help. Power down? She'd have her back and her cell--but would that make the injuries worse? Nah. Hadn't done that to her wrist....
That there was an energy signature approaching didn't register beyond a basic awareness. It wasn't Chaos. It wasn't him. Not taking the level of it into consideration, she toyed with the thought that maybe it was Ashur. Maybe she'd taken too long getting the hospital or calling him--she didn't even remember what she'd said she'd do. Red smeared lids slowly opened--nothing to do with the blood, plenty to do with the planet she'd been so proud of--and she turned her head slowly towards the voice that called out. Once. Twice. Female. Familiar. Themiscyra smiled on reflex, pushing on that mask. Didn't matter that she was cut open and bleeding and too ******** stupid to get her a** out of there. She was fine. Totally fine. Yeah no issues here. Why so serious?
Kneeling there, Themiscyra gazed towards Ganymede a wreck. The bottom half of her braid had come unwound at some point in the battle--snagged on something, who the hell knows--blood oozing from jagged, torn flesh. The smile that never wavered, even as she felt her eyes p***k. Her uninjured hand lifted--shook, trembled ******** gave a little wave. She laughed. Could be better, probably was what she wanted to say--"He just... walked away," was what came out of her mouth before she had to clamp it shut and bite her tongue before she let the Nega b*****d completely break her walls down and she started crying.
Sunshine Alouette So about that long wait.... >< Sorry!
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 8:00 am
“What are you talking about?” Ganymede asked.
She looked upon the page, horrified. It wasn't that she'd never seen this level of injuries before. She'd been at this for three years. She'd seen her fair share of injuries. Hell, she'd seen people die right in front of her. But that she hadn't been able to do anything to prevent it, that thought sent the sour taste of sickness up her throat. Ganymede swallowed it down with a stubbornness she'd developed long ago. Denial and avoidance were her favorite coping mechanisms. Can't face it? Run from it.
She couldn't run from this, of course. Not literally at least. She'd done nothing to prevent it, but that didn't mean there wasn't anything she could do to help now that she'd found Themiscyra here. But she could ignore the guilt for a time, push it aside and let it stew in the back of her mind until she had a better moment in which to dwell upon it further. She thought of contacting Valhalla, for she knew eventually she would require his help, but he was with Auriga. Ganymede wouldn't want to force the girl to move any quicker than she felt comfortable.
On her own then. That was fine. She could help an ally in need better than she could fight a battle.
“What happened?” she asked as she fell to her knees by Themiscyra's side. She held her hands out as if to touch her and examine her injuries, but her hands never made contact and hovered over her instead. Wary. Cautious.
She looked around to search the area for any other presence and saw no one, felt nothing. Just the tingling of countless fleeing auras.
“Who did this?”Kaefaux omg I am so sorry for how slow this tag was in coming!! crying
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 10:21 am
What was she talking about? Her eyes shut briefly, smile fading as she tried to collect her skittering mind into something semi-coherent. When Ganymede moved beside her, down to her level, Themiscyra shook her head slightly, eyes still shut while she managed to flick the smile back on. Reflex rather than effective. "Jarosite," she responded as her eyes opened again, trying to gauge if there was any form of recognition in the Eternal's face at the name. With so many Negaverse agents though, she wasn't sure if she should be surprised one way or the other. "Captain. Dressed in blue and black." Always made her think of a giant walking bruise. Well. She supposed she had her confirmation of that.
Carefully, her gaze skimmed down to her injuries. Grateful, at least for the moment, that Ganymede wasn't touching them. They hurt enough as it was, and the prospect of someone poking around at them made her stomach quiver dangerously. But someone was going to have to at some point. She didn't think butterfly bandages would do well against these. "I kept... going after him, at the warehouse. He just really.... really pisses me off." Themiscyra gave a small laugh before trying to smother a wince at the effect it'd had on her side. "Then I ran into him out here. And we just... went at it. I didn't realize his knives could really hurt me," she added after a small pause, peering at the edges of torn skin. Enough of a blade and power behind them to injure, enough force to continue the damage. She was willing to bet her own actions and momentum had only encouraged the damage.
"...I have no idea how to explain this to a doctor." She couldn't.... remain powered, could she? At the ER, cops were going to be called. She'd have hell to pay as a knight. As Danika? Her mom would be contacted. For a moment, her scattered brain wasn't sure which was the worse outcome. "What... the ******** do I do?"
Sunshine Alouette I'd like to claim my reward for "Rper Most Often Falling off the Face of Gaia" now plzkthx.
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