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 Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 3:34 pm
Niccea smiled. "I'm 57 years old. I have to be stubborn." She preformed a back kick pulled the sword away from her body. She drew her own now.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 3:56 pm
Thaya finally picked up the phone and wasn't surprised to find that the line
was dead. Working payphones were a rarity nowadays. She heaved a
frustrated sigh. "Don't know who I'd call anyway...The ghost of Niccea's
past?"
She glanced at her reflection in the phone booth glass. Was that a
wrinkle? A grey hair? Thaya estimated she was only in her mid twenties,
but what if she was aging faster now that her gift had died? When she met
Ethan the loss of her healing powers had seemed like a blessing. The
chance to grow old with someone...
Now that he was gone the slow march of time mocked her.
She started moping along the street with her hands stuffed in her pockets.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 7:41 pm
Rip sighed. Normal combat techniques wouldn't do it. He had to take his powers to their fullest extent. Niccea was suddenly enveloped in a dark pod. "Niccea, I'm fairly sure you are familiar with iron maidens." He said. "I'm not going to create the spikes, but you get the gist."
A young man bumped into Thaya. "Sorry miss..." Blood covered his body and most of his clothes. All his wounds seemed fresh though they weren't bleeding much. "I... uh... sorry." He said trying to look away, but his eyes were caught in hers/ It was too late, anyway, blood was already seeping through her shirt above her naval.
"I'm so sorry!" He said loudly now panicking. His eyes were wide with fear as he glanced around. people were staring. People always stared. He fell to his knees and looked to Thaya. "Please don't call the agents." He said shaking.
((I'll put up the profile in a moment.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 7:41 am
Her reaction wasn't what it should have been. She glanced down and felt
the pain. It was dull and throbbing like an old wound. Thaya's hand
clasped at her stomach and came away smeared with some of her own
blood. She smiled bitterly.
Then he begged her to not call the agents.
People were looking at them. "Shhh...I won't call anyone." He was still
there on his knees. "Cut that out!" Without really thinking about it she
grabbed his shirt collar and attempted to drag him into an alcove between
the buildings. He was gifted which meant he might know other gifted
people or even have ties to the old gang. She had to get him to stop
making a scene.
((Did I read that right? His gift causes others to get hurt simply by touching
them?))
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 8:20 am
Trenton yanked up Rip by the scruff of his neck. "I think that it is about time that you end your training for today."
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 1:31 pm
((He has a unique mutation of the healing gene. In order to heal, he has to pass his own wounds to others... which is also the best defence imaginable. You hit him, you basically hit yourself.))
The boy slapped her hand away."Don't touch me." He said almost immediately calm as they entered the alley. He got up. "I was trying to get someone to call the agents..." He said almost scolding her. He bit his tongue as he heard his tone. "Sorry... I really didn't mean to hurt you." He said a bit more carefully as he looked over the wound.
He sighed as he pulled a small first aid kit from his pocket. "Here." He said tossing her the roll of gauze to her. "Might want to wrap it up." He said. "I would help, but... you probably wouldn't enjoy it too much." He said with a shrug.
"Now this reminds me of old times." He said as the dark envelope vanished. "You mind putting me down Trent?" He said with a smart smile. It wasn't immediately noticeable, but his shadow was gone. He glanced below him. "Eh... that's not good." He muttered. "Guess I over did it a bit."
((Yay weird character!))
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 4:18 pm
Trenton dropped the boy gently. "Like I said. You had enough."
Niccea landed sloftly on the ground when the envelope disappeared. Her nose twitched slightly as she cleared his smell from it.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 5:51 pm
She took the gauze. Her hands were trembling ever so slightly, so she
covered it by tending to her own wound. "Why...Why would you want to
call the agents?" She kept her tone light, but really her mind was spinning
at the thought. What side was this guy working for? Were there even
'sides' anymore? The lines had been blurry when she'd left this city.
Thaya's movements were quick, sure and confident. She glanced at him
and thought suddenly that it might be best if he not know how well versed
she was with the healing arts, natural or otherwise. "And what did you do
to me?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 6:42 pm
He sighed. "I don't heal like normal... other people have to heal for me... and when I touch someone, they take my wounds. It was a complete accident, really."
He sighed as he though of her questions. "I broke out a while back... a just want a chance to give those bastards a bit of their own medicine. Best way have them think some injured, weak, mentally unstable gifted just hurt someone. Then they come, and I kill them." He said."Just doing my bit for the streets." He grinned.
"Looks like you know your way around a bandage... You a nurse or something?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 7:08 pm
She let go of a breath that she hadn't been aware she was holding. It was
still the dangerous 'us vs. them' set of city streets she'd left behind six
years ago. The rules hadn't changed and this was comforting in an odd
way.
Thaya looked him over with an appraising eye. "Well with the way you
look now they'd be more likely to haul me off. Where'd you find all those
wounds anyway? Someone really did a number on you."
She tied the bandage off smartly and tossed the gauze back to him. "I
used to be. I gave it up...or maybe it gave me up. Not sure." Thaya was
inclined to trust a fellow healer, but for now she'd just let him believe the
nurse story.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 7:52 pm
"You ever hear of the fight club?" He asked "it was started about three years ago by the wolf." He sighed. "We don't go by name there... it keeps us from getting too attached." He chuckled."I guess you can call me Scars."
He sighed. "The fight club is where we train... it's where we train to fight the agents... he rubbed one of his wounds. "It's also where I get my ammo."
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 1:42 pm
"Fight club, eh? Seems like there was a movie by that name a long long
time ago..." Thaya spoke absently as if she were watching that same
movie from very far away. Her mind was working over the information
he'd given her. If there were enough people to form a club that meant
there was still a resistance. If there was still a resistance then Niccea was
likely to be involved in some way.
She can help me heal again. She'll know how I can recover my powers, I
just know it! "Not to mention there'd be plenty of people to practice on
once I do get them back." She spoke that last part aloud to herself
without really noticing.
Shaking her head as if to clear a daze Thaya turned her full attention to
him. "Scars, can you help me? I'm supposed to deliver these to someone
in your fight club." She removed the messenger bag she'd been carrying
and unfolded it. This was actually her knife set. Niccea had given it to her
before she'd left. 'I know you don't have a gift anymore, but I thought
you might like them anyway.' she'd said.
Thaya layed the bag out flat and unfolded. There were dozens of throwing
knives and needles crafted out of human bone. The theory had been that
she'd have more control over things within her realm of understanding.
Bone, human bone, would be more likely to submit to her will than the
metal knives she had been using. Sadly, she'd never had a chance to test
the theory.
"I ummm...I wasn't told who I was supposed to take it to, but maybe you
could show me how to get there?" Thaya was a bad liar...so bad that she
didn't really even see how suspicious she looked by asking to be taken to
an underground gifted movement when she, herself, had no gift.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 1:55 pm
He rose a brow at the woman. "So, you want me to take you to the heart of gifted resistance?" He said with an odd look. "You really think I trust some random lady I bumped into that much?" He smiled.
"Well, you're right."He said as he started walking out of the alley. "I'm assuming your gifted. Judging by the fact you didn't freak out when I hurt you, the fact you seem to know what to do when wounded, and the fact you have those." He said pointing to the bone blades. "Besides if I'm wrong, you'll be dead in a heart beat."
With that he started heading for an old subway that hadn't ran since in was derailed about 30 years ago. He led the woman through the train itself, and to a window that was broken out. he laid his jacket over the jagged edges, and crawled over. "Come on." He said motioning for her to follow.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 2:01 pm
She felt her breath catch a little. She really hoped that someone there
would recognize her, or, as he'd so eloquently put it, she'd be dead in a
heart beat. Thaya refolded the bag and followed him.
Without even hesitating she climbed over the coat. What a simple
gesture. Long long ago men had done that for women and mud puddles.
Now the fact that he did this for her and broken glass would have been
almost comical in another situation.
As they walked in mostly silence she got to thinking about nick names,
and how important it was for someone like her to not get attached. 'She's
practically an angel.' The man had said right before he'd killed her
fiance. "You can call me Angel by the way."
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 3:30 pm
"Angel? Alright... welcome to the fight club." He said as he lead her through what seemed to be a collaped tunnel. he simply walked through the rubble as if it wasn't there. "She's with me scanner."
"She safe?"
"Dunno, check her."
((Thaya should be feeling a bit of a headache right now.))
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