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Psychofish

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PostPosted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 4:06 pm


Everything had blown up. And still stood. And people were dissippearing, and appearing. Some magically, others not. It was all confusing, overwhelming. Owle was.... first screaming, now... something was terribly wrong with her. This wasn't her. Maybe maddened by something, he'd seen nice people go berserk in a battle and suddenly be something that wouldn't normally be called human. But it wasn't her, she wasn't right.

But she had Flare, and was healthy. This other man, he'd just tried to blow the whole place to bits, but Kalis wasn't going to just watch him bleed to death for immeasurable stupidty. He'd been trying to be helpful- well... at least, that'd been the initial impression. He could kill him, but wouldn't.

But despite all these unworldly powers moving, twisting, changing things, he seemed to be injured yet. That, Kalis went to fix it.

No Kalis had a better idea. He could hit this guy in the face a few times later if he survived.

He moved quickly around the mess of obstructions, out to the unconcious man. Which he checked, kneeling down next to him. He would have enjoyed giving him a good blow to the face to put him out for what he was about to do if he hadn't been.
Kalis did something not usually advisable, grabbing bits of shrapnel and odd things sticking out, ripping them from the man's body with his hands, taking care enough that he shouldn't rupture any major veins, vessels, or organs that weren't already. Pullling anything out by hand risked making it worse, but reaching into bloody holes or grabbing things sticking out and removing them, was about all at Kalis disposal. Hands covered in bloody, he bent over the man, mind wrapped determindly in the task, focusing enough to drive out the rest of the world in order to keep on task.

Hands slick with dark blood, he tossed the last foriegn object aside, and wiped sweat from somewhere between local heat and tensing up off his brow, streaking blood inadvertently across his forehead.

Then came the saving grace. Kalis was no doctor, no real field medic. He had the 'magic' that was him attempting to tame the energy provided by the Chaos, assisted only by the time and amount of use he'd had of it. And of course, the deep, natural bond between him and the malevolent force.

That's right, malevolent. Not benevolent. It couldn't heal.

Focusing harder, Kalis brought forth just heat, leaving off the rest, extreme heat coming from his hand drying the blood on it, burning his own skin, and making the air shimmer and glow ever so slightly. He put his nearly-flame wreathed hand on the man, and scorched Jack, cauterizing the wounds. It wasn't a pleasant type business. Cauterizing was, put simply, ******** somebody up worse to keep them alive. And Jack was pretty much FUBAR already. In anycase, it'd be a long time 'til he woke up naturally, and that'd be with stiff little holes and injuries that he risked cracking open if he moved too much, feeling overwhelmingly shitty despite how a good half of the wounds would be lucky enough to have nerves killed so the burns wouldn't scream bloody murder through his brain as soon as he awoke. Lucky, as going into shock when half dead, when the injury was long enough ago that medical help might not be waiting on you or on its way, was not a good way to keep alive.

That done as well, Kalis hands would be wrapped in gritty, ugly black of dried blood and his own burnt skin, which was actually flaming red underneath, not black at all, but covered rather well.

-THWACK!-

Jack would wake up with a headache on top of it all, and three black lines and a black dot on the middle of his forehead, overtop all the bloodiness.

If none of these extradimensional forces held Jack in place, he'd be dragged in doors and laid out on a table, then left be. If he was held in place, Kalis would leave it alone.

After those burns, a tan wouldn't hurt him.

Which left Owle.

"Owle..." no, probably not the best place to direct the question. He turned his eyes at Flare. "...has this happened before? She's going to be alright eventually, right?" calm, he wasn't freaking out anymore. Shakey, but calm. He was still holding up tension before he could let out all the stress in one deep breath and go nap on a couch somewhere.
PostPosted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 4:17 pm


Flare growled in frustration as the girl started laughing.

"Thank you," she said to Paul anyway, standing up abruptly and staring down at the girl as she dusted off her jeans. "What are we going to do with her?"

Crimson eyes watched as Kalis dragged the moron who'd nearly destroyed them all back inside. "I suppose you would object to me killing him," she asked out of hand. It wasn't really a question as she already knew the answer.

"No, she's never been like this. I don't know..."

Flare sighed, in both frustration and dejection. For all she knew, the girl would be like this for the rest of her life.

"I just don't know. Dammit, Owle!"

And one leg would draw back, her leather boot delivering a swift kick to Owle's side.

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-_- Kichiro Oda -_-

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PostPosted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 4:29 pm


Jack's steel blue orbs opened. Pain, just more pain. It was all relevant now. Pain, what was he?

A ******** up.

Jack had one friend, he almost killed that friend. He had no past, but he knew how to talk. He didn't know where he was, except that he almost blew it up.

"Wh-"

Pain choked him, or was that blood in his lungs? Jack couldn't tell, he really didn't care. He tried to talk, almost forced it out. He wasn't even sure of his name now. He wanted to ask someone. The man with no name and an ugly sight too boot.

A cough.

More pain.

Blood spilt out of his mouth.


He'd try again later, staring upwards at something undeterminable. He had no concept of where he was, those burns frying nerve endings that should have given him an idea of where he was. Even with the meta-human magic of making his physicals at a level where no one could imagine, he'd felt implosion and burning of the soul moments before his body was just cooked.

Pain. That's all there was.

Pain.
PostPosted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 4:35 pm


Owle seemed to glare at Paul as he approached, but she didn't back away or start yelling at him this time. She had a more violent reaction when Kalis stepped towards her, shouting nonsense words and rolling away from him, crouching behind Flare to peek out at him wide-eyed.

And something about Flare seemed to be immensely funny. Owle just couldn't stop laughing about it.

Until Flare kicked her.

"Ow!" she shouted, clutching the offended area. "Zat hurt...whaddjou do tha for..."

She sounded woozy, sounded out of it, but at least she was talking in Gaian now.

Kalis would, at first, meet resistance on dragging Jack inside. Then, grudgingly, the resistance would part, letting Kalis drag him...mostly inside? Jack's right hand seemed to be stuck outside the building...Kalis could move it up and down but he couldn't seem to force it through the hole in the wall. Maybe he ought to drag a table over to the opening, then drape Jack on top of that.

Owle Isohos


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PostPosted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:58 pm


Relief flooded through her. Owle would be alright.

"You were acting like a-!"

Like a what?

"Ergh," Flare growled. "There are people in need of healing and you're playing some stupid game! Get to it!"

And that was that. Flare turned to face Kalis. "Are you injured? I saw Athan take a bullet and a few chairs, but it looks like Jack needs tending to, first. I honestly think it would be more a favor to him to end his misery, but...in present company, I suppose that's not a viable suggestion, is it?"

She raised one eyebrow at him, as if inviting him to contradict her on the fact.

Whatever Jack had done had somehow, however indirectly, harmed the girl greatly. They were fortunate it hadn't killed them all outright. Flare had no idea if he were friend or foe at this point, whatever Owle thought of him, and had a feeling it would be wiser to stick a rapier in his throat. Then, if he were a foe, he would at least be a dead one.
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PostPosted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 7:25 pm


"No. I don't think so. But I can hit him again for you if he goes for a grenade. Or just moves. You can't be too careful with the suicidal types." he answered the more urgent seeming question first. He shot a glance back at the man he'd left most of the way into the doorway, entryway propped open by his wrist, letting in a nice breeze, and making a good warning if that arm decided 'not to be'.

He stepped back away from Owle and Flare with a sigh, shoulders slumping with the forementioned release of pressure, calming down. He watched Owle a moment, not thinking to hide a slightly hurt look, as she crouched hid, and moved on to less unusual behavior.

"Got real lucky. I'm practically untouched."

He shrugged to his own statement, shaking off the milder variety of the survivor's guilt, which he was certainly familiar with by now. "How's everyone else?" he shouted around the bar, to everyone, trying to get a census as he pulled out his cell-phone and dialed quickly.

The phone worked rather well, practically without static even, and within a moment he was alerting local authorities of the tally of injuries anyone interested in shouting out "I want this bullet removed" or such.

Psychofish

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Owle Isohos

PostPosted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 7:34 pm


"Don't be upset," Owle said, standing and wobbling toward Kalis, throwing an arm around him for support. Or maybe it was a hug, it was hard to tell. Either way, she definitely felt like she'd fall down if he shrugged out of her grip. "We're...buddies, right? So don't be upset. Here, have a..."

She held her hand out for a minute, staring at it. Within moments, a five foot long wooden staff had appeared there. Owle kept staring at it, like she couldn't quite figure out what it was.

"A stick!" she declared at last, handing it over to Kalis or leaning it up against him if he refused to take it. "Have a stick!"

She reeled around when Flare started yelling at her, and Jack was discussed. It didn't take too long to find him in the room. "Whass he doing here? Didn' he go boom boom dead splat?"

She went stumbling over to him, and, if no one stopped her, would just plain fall over next to him and start poking to him. "Hey...e's alive...ow'd he do tat?"
PostPosted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 7:45 pm


"I'll hit him myself," Flare answered, watching the girl's odd behaviour out of the corner of her eyes. "I'm fine as well...but I think that drunk at the bar is dead."

Alerting the local authorities...damn, they'd be bound to ask questions. But Flare was fairly certain they could chalk the dead man up to self defense.

Or she could take the body out back and burn it.

"I'll see to his funeral..."

And the girl was still acting strange. But at least showing signs of recovery. Flare sighed. "Make sure the girl doesn't do anything stupid. I'd just rather take care of that man before anyone asks awkward questions. I don't know who killed him but I don't want anyone here being arrested for it."

She would head behind the bar, and begin dragging the fat dead trucker outside.

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-_- Kichiro Oda -_-

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PostPosted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 7:46 pm


Blood spilling from his mouth, and Jack not really feeling much from the burns, except that same constant flow of pain, he really didn't notice someone was talking to him. Wait.. was he Jack? There was that name again, floating around in his thoughts like it were someone else.

Pain.

The man's head turned towards a blurred figure, something close. Was it close, that noise was familiar.

"AAHHHHHH!!!"

His back arched and he screamed in another fit of pain, internal and out. It was the price of regaining some conciencness. Unfortunatly for him, Owle's mere presence and voice would remind him of what he had done and bring him slightly concious even in the worse of pain.
PostPosted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 7:58 pm


Kalis should have thought to say, from the soldier's view point, that a dead man should at least have his family informed of the accident. But his mind wasn't much caring just now. And if he'd really stopped to think about it, being called to say "your shiftless son pulled a gun in a bar fight and had three private soldiers blow holes in him. Sorry" probably wasn't the same of recieving a visit to apologize for sacrifice in line of duty.

No, he was concerned with calling in an ambulance, leaving off the death and just mentioning several injuries in a very unlucky bar-fight, keeping an eye on Owle, and quizically examining the staff in one hand with the other.

Then the man screamed, hurting one ear, which led to shouts from the phone, and soon he was wincing from pain in both ears.

"Someone shut him up before I do." he growled between clenched teeth, more directed at Flare and Athan than Owle, carefully away from the phone. "No mam'. Yes'm. No, he's just coming too it seems, nothing more's going on. Yeah, he's stable, unless he moves too much. Yes it was all an accident, soldiers on break brought arms, everyday fight, a little too much to drink- yes, series of accidents, we don't need the police. Thank you mam'. Alright. We'll wait." and hung up before the man returned to letting them know how unpleasant grenades are, or Owle shouted some gibberish at him.

He stuffed the phone in a pocket, turned the staff about trying to figure out how he was meant to hold the thing, and tucked it under one arm like a newspaper roll and walked over to make sure Owle and their kamikaze were alright.

Psychofish

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Owle Isohos

PostPosted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 8:01 pm


Owle looked up at Kalis as he walked over, a huge grin on her face. "He makes funny noises!" she exclaimed in delight, then poked Jack again.

"You're all dirty," she told Jack, and grabbed a napkin that had spilled onto the floor during a fight to wipe the blood away from his mouth. "We should get you a bath. Say, do you do any tricks? I can fold a piece of paper into a box! Wanna see?"
PostPosted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 8:06 pm


"Owle...."


He'd say with a horse voice as he looked at her, and then his eyes closed. He didn't become unconcious, his meta-human body just started to adapt to the pain. It'd been long enough, now pain was becoming a part of the enchancements that it'd take on.

Any oppenant, whether abstract or physical, his own mucles and organs would adapt too.

However, his body had never to deal with exploding and then imploding back into existence. Nor had it the feel of a soul burning or, skin burning.

Blood stopped leaking from his mouth, and something strange started happening to his body if one looked closely. Weird contractions here and there, small and unoticable to any but a medical type or a soldier trained in such things.

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PostPosted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 8:06 pm


Flare would contact his family. That was why she was going through his wallet for identification, shoving it into her pouch for now to keep it intact. She would send his ashes in a nice little urn to his family with a nice little letter about how he had suddenly had a heart attack in their bar and died, their condolences. She just didn't want to be detained to answer questions about it.

"I'll gag him when I'm done burning this one," Flare answered Kalis's complaint.

In a few moments she was having a nice little bonfire on the beach.
PostPosted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 8:08 pm


Owle clapped her hands, applauding. "He said my name!" she looked up at Kalis again, as if this were some huge accomplishment on Jack's part. "Did you hear that, he said my name! Do you think he'll say something else if I poke him again?"

Owle Isohos


Psychofish

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PostPosted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 8:19 pm


Kalis, a touch grim about it all, looked at Owle quite seriously, as if honestly pondering through her question, then looked at Jack for a long moment. And then he couldn't resist himself.

"Maybe." he responded.

And took the staff out from under his arm with an absolutely straight face, nudging Jack firmly in the ribs with one end.

He was generally a nice guy, but it'd be a lie to say he couldn't be a bit vindictive.
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