First Feather [Accidental video]
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everydayimsuffering[The Pcd flickers on, though all there is to see is blood dripping from somewhere and concrete. The sound hasn’t quite picked up yet, the video itself a little rough before suddenly the feed is thick with heavy breathing and a pained moan trapped behind grit teeth. This is followed by shoes sliding against gravel, and another soft sound of pain before a teenage boy comes into view of the video, slumped against the wall of a building.
His hands are gripping his left leg where, now that video is coming more into focus, an arrow has gone straight through and lodged itself in his thigh. His clothes look a little worse for wear, his cheek is bleeding, skin is red and raw.]
M-mokona? Where did you take me? I...Where is the princess?
[All in all the building seems to fit the setting he had been in before, but it isn’t the same, its different, and also devoid of strangers. Gritting his teeth again, he pushes himself to stand slowly, ignoring the pain in his leg as he limps. He moves further away from the camera but despite the slow movements he looks frantic, yelling at the top of his lungs in search of someone important to him.]
Princess? Princess!?
His hands are gripping his left leg where, now that video is coming more into focus, an arrow has gone straight through and lodged itself in his thigh. His clothes look a little worse for wear, his cheek is bleeding, skin is red and raw.]
M-mokona? Where did you take me? I...Where is the princess?
[All in all the building seems to fit the setting he had been in before, but it isn’t the same, its different, and also devoid of strangers. Gritting his teeth again, he pushes himself to stand slowly, ignoring the pain in his leg as he limps. He moves further away from the camera but despite the slow movements he looks frantic, yelling at the top of his lungs in search of someone important to him.]
Princess? Princess!?
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Date: 2012-01-17 07:34 am (UTC)[And he does, the movement quick and sharp, the long, thin piece of wood coming out in, thankfully, one piece. Picking up the guaze he pressed it against the wounds, fully ready for more blood to come spilling fourth, knowing it was best to get it under control instead of wasting his powers trying to heal through it.]
Where else are you burned?
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Date: 2012-01-17 07:38 am (UTC)W-where ever the rain touched me. It isn't so bad...just stings a little.
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Date: 2012-01-17 07:40 am (UTC)Until they get infected.
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Date: 2012-01-17 07:45 am (UTC)You shouldn't waste your medicine on a stranger, Riku. I can manage, really. You've already done enough.
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Date: 2012-01-17 07:50 am (UTC)[He lifted the gauze a moment later, lifting the bottle of water and pouring more of the cold liquid over the wound, washing it clean once more.
Replacing the cap and setting it aside he set to work, palm pressing into torn flesh, just enough for the touch to be felt, but not hard enough for the touch to hurt. His eyes slipped closed, the spell whispered under his breath, a bright green glow beginning to emit from his palm a moment later.]
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Date: 2012-01-17 08:01 am (UTC)That's quite a skill, Riku...
[He spoke soft, staring with curious amazement.]
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Date: 2012-01-17 08:04 am (UTC)[Considering half of the people he knew had some sort of healing ability, or were leaning how to use them. The glow faded slowly, and when he removed his hand it was so show freshly mended skin, with little sign of the previous injury. Moving on to the other, he repeated the process, focusing on the spell for a moment before speaking.]
Anyone tell you about this place yet?
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Date: 2012-01-17 08:12 am (UTC)[He watches carefully, wishing he had his own magic as the other boy continues on to heal his burns.]
Not yet. Though apparently it is impossible to leave.
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Date: 2012-01-17 08:19 am (UTC)[Finished with the wounds made from the arrow, he moved on to some of the more visible burns, pausing to cast the spell before continuing on.]
The world is called Adstringendum.
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Date: 2012-01-17 02:46 pm (UTC)[He touches the spot on his leg where the wound had been, pain gone and he smiles, thankful for the treatment.]
Adstringendum...Is there a strong power here? Something that goes against nature?
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Date: 2012-01-17 07:30 pm (UTC)[He moved on to another burn, finger pressing against it, the same spell seeping outwards from his palm and into the damages flesh.]
Most of what happens here is controlled by the Animus. [At least when people weren't doing stupid stuff like summoning them and using them to rain fire down on the city.] They bring us here and they decide when we go home. They also like to use us as lab rats for their own amusement.
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Date: 2012-01-17 08:31 pm (UTC)[It still is fascinating to him, how he's healing his wounds so effortlessly. It felt warm too, comforting and he was definitely going to pay Riku back of it, in any way he can.]
And what kind of experiments do they conduct?
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Date: 2012-01-17 08:36 pm (UTC)[He heals the last burn, hand finally removing it's self from the other's skin, even though his eyes continued to search for other injuries.]
We call them events. They happen every other week. Sometimes they're harmless and sometimes... most times, they're far from it.
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Date: 2012-01-17 08:39 pm (UTC)[When the last burn is healed, Syaoran takes the other boy's hand before he can pull away, giving it a squeeze as he catches his eyes.]
Thank you, sincerely. I appreciate it.
[Though at that he frowns, glancing around and letting go of his hand.]
Is that what happened here recently then?
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Date: 2012-01-17 08:48 pm (UTC)[He's a little surprised as the other takes his hand and squeezes it, thanking him again.]
You're wel....come.
[He is so not used to being thanked so much for helping someone. Awkward times are go.]
And you can stop thanking me anytime. It was nothing, really.
[Oh good, you let go of his hand. Time to go back to explaining.]
Not quite. Even this is a little extreme for them. [Most of the city was in ruins. Even more so than normal.]
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Date: 2012-01-17 09:02 pm (UTC)[Syaoran looks a little embarrassed by his reaction. It was just out of habit.]
I'm sorry. I was taught to never forget to say thank you. Its a..well, not a bad habit, but I'm told I shouldn't be quite so serious about it.
But I guess that it was better for me to show up now rather than earlier.
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Date: 2012-01-17 09:08 pm (UTC)[All the awkward.]
I think I agree with them. [Thanking him the first time was enough, really.]
Probably. Especially with those burns. [BRB, CHECKING YOUR HANDS... and yep. Found another small burn. Excuse him while he just heals that for you.] Maybe I should give you a list of healers. Just in case.
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Date: 2012-01-17 09:16 pm (UTC)I...I'll work on it then. He's fine, Riku.]
You don't need to...I don't get injured all the time, I just came from somewhere dangerous is all. I can take care of myse-...
[And that's when he realizes that hey, his sword isn't here.]
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Date: 2012-01-17 09:19 pm (UTC)[You have acid burns, Syaoran. You are not fine.]
Fine. Just make sure you remember my name then, just in case.
[And hope that he can always come save your butt if you get hurt.
... And don't think he didn't notice that.] Something wrong?
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Date: 2012-01-17 09:26 pm (UTC)[Yeah, he's kinda crazy.]
My sword, Hien...It's back at home. Mokona was holding it for me...
[Though he can still fight without it, but something tells him that he'll be missing his sword in this world.]
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Date: 2012-01-17 09:30 pm (UTC)[Yeah. He's getting that feeling. Luckily for you he's stubborn.]<.small>
Let me guess, you're screwed without it, right?
[Yep. This is exactly what they all need. Totally.]
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Date: 2012-01-18 07:51 am (UTC)[Yup. Crazy. See, he's an archaeologist, Riku. He likes learning about different worlds.]
Not exactly, I can fight just fine with out it. But truly defending myself against someone who is armed would be easier with it. Is there a blacksmith in the area?
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Date: 2012-01-18 08:06 am (UTC)I'll see what I can find.
[Or an island boy who dreamed of escaping with his friends on a hand made raft. Either one.]
I know someone who might able to help you.
[Maybe. And that was a big maybe. Because he wasn't sure how much Sango was going to be able to function in her day to day life without the use of her eye. He wasn't sure if making weapons was going to be in the cards any time soon.]
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Date: 2012-01-18 07:49 pm (UTC)Thank you, I really would appreciate it.
[And that is even better. He's going to be so indebted to you Riku. You'll never get rid of him.]
I don't know what the currency is here, but I would be able to work for it if they needed anything done. Would you mind pointing me in their direction then?
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Date: 2012-01-19 01:49 am (UTC)First thing you need to know is there is no currency. Everything is done by trade or barter. Second... it's gonna be a while before I'm gonna be able to do that.
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