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 Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 4:32 am
Greg nodded to myra without a word. He casually turned around and walked off to his next project, not knowing what it was at the moment. He examined all the wreckage throught the town, knowing that each used to be a home. He approached a single story building that had caved in many times. He noticed a small boy was inside, so he made his way through the doorway. "You shouldn't be in here, it isn't safe." he said.
"But I'm looking for mommy..." the small child replied.
Greg felt torn, but kept a straight face. "How about you go on outside, and i'll look okay? I'm stronger and I can move things if needed." The small boy smiled and walked out of his destroyed house. Greg turned around and scanned the room...not much...he leaned on a wooden post, and it collapsed. Within a second, the roof above Greg caved in and collapsed ontop of him before he could say anything to proect himself.
Seeing that the man in black had become trapped inside the house, the little boy ran back to the center of town screaming for help. Through the tears, he explained what happened and then collapsed from the built up emotions.
((greg's fine...just outcold))
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 9:19 am
Cecilie turned when she heard the boy screaming. So Greg had been trapped under a building? *Sigh.* she hurried over to the hysterical little boy, but she wasn't much of a medic so she didn't really know what to do to help. She turned to Pheonix, who had just landed. "Urm, I'm going to take this boy to Vasilika, but Greg is stuck under a house somewhere in that general direction. Could you go help him?" It was a no brainer that someone had to go help Greg, but Ceci asked politely anyway.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 5:25 pm
[[[gee thanks... stare ]]
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 6:31 pm
{RIGHT! I knew that xP....anyways Myra hasn't left yet. I meant like she has to leave in a couple of days.}
Myra snapped her head towards the direction where the screaming erupted. When she heard that Greg was trapped under the rubble, she sighed. "For christ's sake Greg!" She grumbled and ran over to the colapsed wreakage. Myra tried to lift the heavy plank that had fallen on top of Greg. Unfortunatly, she could only get it about two or three feet above the ground. With a frustrated sigh she pulled her wand out of her boot. With a flick of her wrist the plank govered about ten feet in the air. Moving her hand slowly through the air, she put the plank where it was supposed to be and secured it tightly. Standing outside the room cautiously, making sure the plank wouldn't break again, Myra entered the room. She kneeled down tnd pulled Greg'ed eyelid up. "Pupils dilated, he's knocked out cold." She muttered to herself. If a swift move, Myra hauled Greg's unconsious body onto her back. He wasn't that heavy.She hauled his body over to the cots that had been set up for the mildly hurt. "Sorry Greg, someone else will have to help you. You'll wake up soon though. It wasn't that bad." She told him. Myra knew he could here her somewhere in his subconsious. She slashed some water on his face, just to speed up the process of him waking up.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 6:46 pm
Greg's councious mind heard all that was going on outside of his knocked out body....great...i almost got killed...agian!.....He scanned his body for any major injuries, but found very few. All wounds were slowly healed and closed up. If anybody had been standing by him, they could've seen any open wound heal before their eyes......13 cuts, 11 bruises....what's going on with my head?.....He searched his skull, which had taken most of the blow, and found that a new crack had formed at the roof of his skull. But unlike the other wounds, this couldn't be healed easily....wonderful....he wasn't sure what it would do to his mind, nothing major hopefully. He thought of every possibly thing that would check his memory, and a single face kept appearing. She had been wearing a red-coat uniform. Her eyes were soft, and filled with confusion and fear. But the strangest thing about the girl, is that he felt great sadness about her.......who is she?....
[[yeah, memory loss. He forgot Anna]]
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 9:34 pm
Phoenix nodded at Cecilia and ran off in the direction the boy had come from, but when she got there, Myra had already taken care of the situation.
"I'm sorry I haven't been around to help much." She told her Commander right after she saluted. "What can I do to rebuild Snowtown?" She pointed to her dragon who had followed after her. "Vortex is here too and she could lift heavy objects so you don't have to use up so much of your magic."
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 1:59 pm
Cecilie made her way to the hospital, when there, she found Vas right away and explained what happened. "The boy is fine, just scared and stressed. Put him on a cot if you can find one, but dont bother with the beds, they are all full." Vasilika told Ceci. "If you think you could, stay here and help me heal people. Try to fix the worst cases first." Ceci nodded and set the boy down in the corner of a room, not finding any cots.
((So is Greg in the hospital now or some other place they had to start putting the wounded?))
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 3:03 pm
((umm... idk? confused ))
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 8:54 pm
[[just a make-shift thingy]]
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 11:07 am
Vasilika took a trip to see how badly Greg was hurt. She reached the small camp the townspeople had started putting the less badly injured adn found him. His head was cracked open, but otherwise nothing else needed immediate care. She figured this would need more than magic to heal. Or more magic than she could give, at least. He would need stitches, something that had only been covered briefly by her healing teacher but she didnt see any doctors around. She stopped the bleeding with her magic and made sure he wouldnt get a concussion, then cleaned the blood from his hair. She wasn't sure she should be the one to give him the stitches, though. "Commander Myra, do you know how to give someone stitches?" she asked her commander, who was nearby.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 12:42 pm
mmmm idk where i should jump in...
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 8:50 am
Greg's eyes opened quickly and saw Vasilika first. "Uh...hi.'' he muttered. "Don't worry about the stiches, i'll deal with it." he added, finishing the internal healing of his head with magic. The process left nothing but a scar across his scalp which was stained lightly from the blood. "What happened? Where's the little boy who was looking for his mother? is he okay?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 1:24 pm
Vasilika nodded. "He was just scared and a bit stressed. He is resting in the hospital right now, and we'll look for his mother later." she assured. She looked at his head wound "And you take it easy on the town's repairs." she added. Vas stood up "I should get back to the hospital. You sure you're alright now?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 9:50 am
Greg frowned at the thought they would go lookign for the boy's mother. "She's......the boy's mother.....i felt her aura...it was fading the minute the roof caved in..." he paused and thought of the life the child had to live now. A life much like his own. Except that Greg had created a family within the blue army to replace the one he had lost. "Find the body at least...but it is very unlikely she survived.." He sat up and stood up from the cot. "I've got work to do." he muttered before leaving the tent.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 6:03 am
((Sorry I haven't posted in forever. I've been battling a chronic illness of mine, and wasn't up to posting.))
Yume jogged up to Greg who had just exited the medical tents. Her weakened leg gave small pains of protest but Yume allowed none of the pain to show on her face. "Greg! Are you alright!?" she called worriedly as she approached.
Yuki explored the new orphanage with wonder in her eyes. The structure was sound, not to mention beautiful, something that the old orphanage could have never been called. One of the children ran past her laughing without a care in the world, which was something Yuki hadn't seen in a long time. Greg....he wasn't a bad person at all...
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