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Post by Misty on Jul 12, 2016 18:07:26 GMT -7
The girl that Misty had healed had gotten back on her feet, been confused for a moment, and then jumped right back into the fighting from their rubble tower top pit. The dragon's death stroke had struck Misty, Knocking her off her feet. She was up in a matter of moments, totally fine. She beat out her burning cloak, then turned and looked at the dusty, small girl beside her. “It’s dead…...the supers of this city, they killed a dragon.” Azoth Sanduleak
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Post by Azoth on Jul 12, 2016 20:39:52 GMT -7
As soon as the dragon was dead, Azoth shifted her power’s focus onto the dirt and rubble set atop her legs. The aftermath movements of the supers were of little concern to her. Her eyes were on the rubble, so as to make sure she didn’t remove the wrong piece of something and bring the whole pile down on herself. It was best if she wrapped up business here and departed from the scene as soon as possible. This had been her first dragon fight and she had little idea what the supers, converging from all three factions as well as those not affiliated with any, were going to do. She didn’t need anything from them, nor anything else from this area; she didn’t want to risk being caught up in any poor relations that night break out. Or what might happen if the unpowereds dared to arrived too early.
As such, she ignored the woman’s statement of the obvious. The supers of this city had indeed killed a dragon, and the dragon was indeed dead. She could see both of those things clearly. Instead, she removed the last of the dirt that was keeping her from squirming out, and came to stand on her feet. The super covered in a thick layer of dirt verbally addressed the woman for the first time.
“What do I owe you for healing me?”
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Post by Sanduleak on Jul 12, 2016 21:07:53 GMT -7
Sanduleak rested against the makeshift cover that Limen had gotten him, unable to help the tears pouring from his right eye now. There was a flood of reasons for his tears relief, stress, fear, sadness, memories, and trauma all culminating as he lied there. He was trying to be happy, it was dead finally and he had actually helped this time, but what about next time and what about her. He couldn't see her body and he couldn't risk looking around and causing further injury. Who was he kidding, certainly not himself, the main reason was he didn't know what he'd do if he saw a corpse...at least this way he could have some semblance of hope. Taking a breath, he took the moment to be useful and use the remaining light to release a series of bright yellow and red flashes. Even if someone couldn't the SOS in morse code, the varying light should at least some attention. God he was tired, close to passing out even with an open eye blinking, at this point not caring if someone saw his face through the shattered mask.
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Post by Misty on Jul 13, 2016 10:57:58 GMT -7
The morning light lit the view of destruction and supers clawing their way out of the rubble. Many of them broken and battered looking, and dragging their comrades. Misty sent a silent prayer to the goddess that there would be no fighting between the factions until the city had healed as much as it possibly could.
“What do I owe you for healing me?” Asked the girl that Misty had helped earlier. It snapped Misty out of her small world of amazement.
“Owe me?.......Well, let's start with your name.”
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Post by Azoth on Jul 13, 2016 11:32:09 GMT -7
Azoth sighed. This was going to be one of those deals, wasn’t it? Where the lady didn’t actually know what she wanted so she was going to drag this out until she was content. Who knew when that would be? The trouble was, Azoth had to go along with it. If the pain she remembered was correct, this woman may very well have saved her life. If she wanted to cash in this dept Azoth owed her now, she was obligated to agree, and there was very little she could rightfully say no to.
“My name is Azoth. Now please tell me what you want.” Perhaps a suggestion to get her on the right track was in order? “You are a healer, correct? I can make a variety of supplies, medical and mundane.” To prove her statement, she held out both palms. In the left formed a roll of high-quality bandages and in the other a plastic cylinder containing a quart of pure water.
A flashing of bright lights not far from where they stood caught her attention. She turned her head to survey the red and yellow flares, and realized there was a familiar pattern to them. Long and short flashes - was that morse code?
“S - O - S.” She muttered aloud, naming the letters as she saw them.
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Post by Sanduleak on Jul 13, 2016 11:37:12 GMT -7
Save Our Sanduleak. It was the only phrase he knew in morse code, but damn was it annoying at least if he could create one of his dolls he could just send them out to find someone. Close to closing his weakened eye, it shot back open as he thought what could happen. Hell he didn't know if he'd able to wake up if he did fall asleep, gotta stay awake. She'd have his head if he died right then. But this bloody signal wasn't gonna last long considering how much light he had used in the fight, so someone get over and fix his freaking insides.
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Post by Misty on Jul 13, 2016 20:07:07 GMT -7
Oh, Misty was not in the mood for a smart mouth from a small girl that had never seen first hand what happened when the dragon won. But she also understood that this fight had been trying and terrible for everyone involved and that everyone was going to be a little touchy. The light that spazzed out meant nothing more to Misty than a call for help.
“Well Miss Azoth, normally I don’t make people pay me anything for healing them.When this city is back on its feet, maybe you and I can meet again, on purpose this time, and then we can talk about the favor that you owe me.” Misty said with a smile, though that would been hidden by her charred hooded cloak.
Misty strode over to the edge of the crumbled building top and sat on the edge.
“Now that spazzed out light is more likely than not a super in trouble. So hurry up, we’ll need to get over there quickly.” Misty said, then she disappeared over the edge, as she began her inhumanly quick descent down what was left of the building.
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Post by Azoth on Jul 15, 2016 14:10:13 GMT -7
Azoth was left bewildered at the top of the rubble pile. She simply watched the super disappear down the slope, the two items she’d materialized vanishing as quickly as they had came. Another… favor later? She wanted her aid now as well as another point in the future?
Reluctantly, Azoth walked to the edge of the crumbling skyscraper and began searching for the means of getting down least likely to drop her all the way to the ground. It wasn’t like she could say no to the super's request. If she had saved someone’s life, she would be asking for similar, if not greater, returns.
There was a slope of rubble leading from where she was to the ground below. It was steep, but if she went down backwards on her hands and knees, there was less of a chance of her falling. Azoth stepped carefully over the edge and began her slow descent down.
What was she getting herself into?
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Post by Sanduleak on Jul 15, 2016 14:23:08 GMT -7
"In spite of soul crushing pain...this isn't that bad..."
Sanduleak thought to himself before quickly coughing another patch of blood onto the inside of his mask's remains. Fuck there it was, lovely internal damage making itself external ah what a time to be alive.
"Grass is burning, smokes in the air, taste of iron in your mouth, and two supers running right at m- Huh looks like I might live to see another day..."
He let out a sigh to relax himself before letting loose one more bright red flash, it was all his light but it should guarantee that they not lose sight of him. Like hell he was dying here alone.
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Post by Misty on Jul 15, 2016 17:20:39 GMT -7
Misty hit the ground in less that three minutes and turned, putting her hands on her hips as she watched Azoth crawl down a rubble slide. Misty silently thanked the goddess that she was of capable body and skill to move about in a manner that did not make her look like a dusty crab. This girl not of a very sound body. But, Misty reflected, it would be very hard for one that was without her gift to remain sound of body as she did.
Misty's power alone would have kept her in perfect shape, but years of old habit where hard broken and she always kept herself up through her own actions. Why was she thinking about this now? Perhaps because she was not ever truly around others that were gifted. She couldn’t help but compare herself. But at the same time she knew that most of the supers that were active were very young and had not nearly seen anywhere close to the amount of life that she had.
Other frazzled blaze of red light flashed in the same area as before and Misty noted the direction and the location as best as she could. I the injured super could still use their power, even to what appeared to be such a weak degree, it was a good sign that she would be able to pull them through without and issue. She walked out from the spot where her descent had ended and stood waiting for Azoth at the bottom of her rubble ramp.
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Post by Azoth on Jul 17, 2016 0:14:40 GMT -7
“Don’t look at me like that.” Azoth sighed as she neared the bottom of the pile. The last two meters were more of a stumble than a decent, but she landed on the firm ground on her feet and not her back, and that was good enough for her. She didn’t care what this lady thought of her means.
A last flash of red was what finally located the fallen super for Azoth. She paced towards the final light and found, actually, someone she recognized.
“Sanduleak?” She asked, closing the rest of the distance between her and the Pandaemonium. He was laying on the ground, his mask cracked and bloody. She could see why he’d sent out the SOS.
This wasn’t good. Sanduleak still owed her a favor - she couldn’t have him dying here. She wanted him alive. She got to her knees beside him. “You can help him, can’t you?” She asked matter-of-factly to the healer, gazing up at her through the crack in her goggles. Clearly he needed it. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
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Post by Sanduleak on Jul 17, 2016 1:36:55 GMT -7
Sanduleak's eyes weren't working as perfectly as usual but he could recognize that voice and shape at least. It actually surprised him that she was the first to find him. Oh well he wouldn't mind owing the little keeper a few more favors, she was alright. Though she was talking to someone out of his line of sight, he could barely make out her words.
"Heh...didn't know ya cared bout a filthy pandemonium Azoth."
Weird name, he'd have to ask where she came up with it sometime. Like he was one to talk with a name based off a random galaxy. Oh and here came the light headiness, where were painkillers when ya needed them?
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Post by Misty on Jul 18, 2016 12:11:31 GMT -7
The poor man’s costume was very destroyed. It was apparent that this man knew Azoth. Much better than she did. She knelt on the other side of him. She could see one of his eyes through his mashed up mask and it looked as though at any moment that eye would start pouring blood.
“Easy, don’t freak out.” Misty told the man as she lifted a piece of the fragmented mask off his face, fully exposing his cheek. “I work better with skin to skin contact.”
Misty said, more to herself than anything else, laying her hand on his cheek. His body was going into shock from all the beating that this man had received and a fever was slowly creeping in. His eye where very badly damage, and Misty would stake a bet that his eyes where in some way connected to whatever his gift was. His internal organs where like soup. Misty didn’t even want to know what had happened to him.
“Azoth, his eyes need to be cut off from as much light as possible. Would you please see about covering them with something thick?”
She began to heal his insides, beginning to correct the damage to his lungs and airways first. His lungs were full of blood. The healing caused an almost unbearable itch.
“You really took a beating. Try to stay awake for me, and don’t you dare try to itch.” Misty warned the injured man.
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Post by Azoth on Jul 20, 2016 12:00:49 GMT -7
Kaz and Toko had shown up late. One of the people she’d given information to hadn’t shown up at all, and Sanduleak was attempting to become a casualty of the dragon. Everyone else she had employed had failed her in some way; she was not about to let Sanduleak slip away without paying his dues.
“You still owe me a favor, Sanduleak. One that I cannot gain elsewhere because you’ve already spread the information to everyone who would want it and the subject matter is no longer pressing.” She stopped to begin forming the requested object. Her hands out before her, a thick black cloth took shape, growing quickly larger until it hung between her palms. “Your faction is irrelevant.”
As the healer had bid, she placed it over where his eye should be located under the mask (assuming he was anatomically standard), and let it drape into the hole on the other. But not before taking a small shattered and bloodied piece of the helmet for herself and pocketing it. Her payment, if you will.
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Post by Sanduleak on Jul 21, 2016 20:09:05 GMT -7
Sanduleak saw blackness from the ribbon and felt a hand on his cheek before he gave a weak chuckle once again at her reasoning. Of course he was a source of favors not much else, what did he expect from the little keeper.
"Yeah I can...try to stay awake for ya and what itc-OH FU-"
His hand shot out to grab whatever it could, which happened to be the bulwark's right leg, and grip it weakly in an attempt not to go for his insides that were feeling as if he had ingested poison ivy. His teeth and eyes were clenched while sweat coated his forehead, the fever becoming a bit stronger. He was also too distracted to notice the stolen shard of a mask which quickly became light particles when Azoth put it away.
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