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Post by Crush on Sept 24, 2011 18:07:02 GMT -5
Well. This is what he got for deciding to deliver a message on foot in the outskirts. If Rico was here, this wouldn't be a problem. He could run away. Instead, he was stuck and it was eight against one. Those odds were just ridiculous.
And what had he done to be cornered by a mob of people, you ask?
Well, it seemed the message he had delivered - a letter - had carried bad news. And, contrary to the popular cliche, they had decided it was, in fact, appropriate to blame the messenger.
He'd managed to take one of them out; something that had startled them at first, and then enraged them. Now he was stuck in a corner with no way out, crouching, allowing the blows to hit him but protecting his head, the most important part. Finally, though, he found the opening. He snaked a hand out, ripped the barriers down and grabbed the man's ankle, sending a rush of emotion through him so strong that the man wavered and stumbled, fell and hit his head. One more down.
Then another and another and yet one more, but taking on that much emotion from others at the same time, it had left him woozy since the beginning and there was still three left. He would no longer have the balance to fight back, but too much more empathy work and he knew he'd be in no better position than the guys he was fighting. True, he'd taken on more than them already, but that was a matter of practice they didn't have. He wasn't an endless fountain and, although he had compartmentalized their emotions and didn't feel them, it only push his own emotions and memories closer to the surface.
Perhaps it hadn't been such a good idea after all.
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Post by flame on Sept 24, 2011 18:50:51 GMT -5
  Tia and Sha were on rounds. Their information on her father hadn’t been enough. They were still looking, but Tia was bored. Or close to it. On the outskirts, was where she lived. Her job was here, her house was near the inner edge. Ok her apartment, which wasn’t small, more medium large, and she was safe! Well semi-safe. She wore the Guardian uniform, and the badge, and the gun. She smiled a bit as she felt the gray mare under her turn down a street.
Then she heard the shouts. She smiled a bit more. Her job was calling. The mare picked up speed, her strides going from walk to canter entirely to quickly. When they turned into the ally, the smile disappeared. It was Gray. ”I’d advise you to leave him alone, but I doubt you’d listen.” she swung off Shaman as she pulled the gun out. One of the men turned towards her, and she pointed the gun at him. His hands went up, and was kicked from the side by two dark hooves. He went down easily, and Tia moved forward. ”Stop, in the Name of the Law.” Sha snorted. ”Always the same. Well here we go.”
She ducked a kick to her face, this time she let a bit of the fire slap out at him, he was firey. She bairly heard the loud whinny that all Guardian steeds were trained for to call other guardian’s for back up. The fire was to loud in her ears. She controlled it as she moved on the other man and using her pistol hit him in the back of the head. Three down, and plenty of others. ”Gray! You ok?” she asked as she holstered her gun and crouched next to him, touching his shoulder, and getting a great deal of emotion. She blinked.
Shaman turned as she saw the last man fall. One was burnt on the ground. He’d attacked Tia, and that’s what happens. She snorted as she saw her rider touch the boy. And her posture turned stiff. ”Dammit. Control Gray, control.” she snarled as she picked her way past all the humans and came to look at them. She touched her’s carefully, trying to put a block on things.
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Post by Crush on Sept 24, 2011 19:19:22 GMT -5
He had frozen at the sight of the gun, and it certainly didn't help control, especially when his focus was still on it as she came closer. The moment her hand rested on his shoulder, though, it snapped him back to reality and he jerked away before she got more than the fear from the gun. She couldn't touch him, not now, not with all of him out on the fringes of his mind, easily transferred out. The pain radiated out from the bruises and the probable cracked ribs, but he ignored them at least for now.
Unfortunately, Shaman really didn't help matters.
You try keeping the thoughts and emotions of four others in your head, horse!
He growled, and he probably would have kept telling her off if it wasn't for the stabbing pain making him stop talking, when it was easier to bear. He tried to work on sorting out the new emotions now that he had time, though he still held up a hand to hope that would be enough to keep Tia away.
I'm fine, just... stay away. For now.
The last two word were added as an afterthought, more so that he didn't sound as if he truly want to up and leave. It wasn't personal, but no one needed to see his memories. Especially not her. He wasn't sure why she had to be the special one, but she was. Unfortunately, he wasn't even sure he'd be able to dissipate this on his own, at least, not fast enough. He needed an outlet. Rico would do it, he had many times before, but Rico wasn't here and he wasn't about to use her or Shaman. Not a chance.
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Post by flame on Sept 25, 2011 3:56:58 GMT -5
Shaman snorted as she blocked her rider just as he pulled away. ”Done it.” she grunted with annoyance as she pulled the woman back.
Tia, in the mean while got a huge flood of fear from the gun. Which of course paralyzed her. She had no natural fear of the gun. It was her friend. She’d saved a lot to get the gun, and the horse… not to mention taken from her mother’s money what was rightfully hers. But this was different. To much fear. As soon as he pulled away, yelling at her she was able to figure out who feared it and who didn’t.
Woh. She blinked as she felt Shaman touch her, and suddenly it was as if it hadn’t happened. She looked up at the horse for a second, before his words again came to her mind. Dark brown eyes were hurt for a second, then they were business like. ”I don’t think so Messanger. Guardian outranks you.” she muttered as she moved forward and put a hand on his shoulder.
This time a flash of… a funeral. That was something Tia could understand. She’d been through to many. This was… not unusual for her. The emotions were strong. Pain, there was anger in there, mainly pain. She pushed past it. She’d lived through her mother’s funeral enough times that she could get past this. She did feel her own heart answering his pain, with her own, but her’s was tinged with more anger, the kind that blinds. She wrapped her arms around him. ”It’s alright. Shaman, down. My place isn’t too far away, and no one will attack a fire guardian.” her voice was soothing. Shaman did as ordered., making sure she was as close to Gray as possible. ”If you can, I’ll help you get on Shaman, and we’ll get you somewhere safe. Then you can explain why I just had to save you.” her voice was a tad chiding, but not much. She waited for him to respond, keeping her ‘filter’ going. Continuing to keep herself relaxed, pain was easy to deal with, fear? Not so much.
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Post by Crush on Sept 25, 2011 14:51:44 GMT -5
He flinched as she touched him again, seeing the emotions play across her face a moment before she managed to focus on her own, albeit barely. But then her face was out of view, and he couldn't tell. He could, he knew, if he reached out and tried to feel it, but he didn't want to. Not with so much going on in his head right now. He pulled himself up to his feet, breaking free from her arms a moment. For the most part, it was just a bunch of bumps and bruises. He was worried about his ribs, and he knew those would be better if he walked and not rode, because getting off would jar them. He shook his head.
Walking'll be better. And someone decided to blame the messenger. Happens. On occasion. They just don't normally outnumber me by quite that many.
He replied, managing to smile a bit. Physical pain had always been far easier to deal with; physical pain couldn't transfer between people like emotions could. In fact, now that he was on his feet, it wasn't so bad. His body had straightened up, easing up the pressure on his ribs which would be, at the very least, very well bruised. His legs themselves hadn't really taken any sort of beating, since he'd made himself a small target quickly - by choice, of course. Smaller target meant less hits at once and more of a chance they'd miss because they weren't exactly trying to aim. His lips quirked into a proper smile, albeit his classic crooked one.
At least I'm not unconscious from blood loss or riddled with holes. Good enough for me.
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Post by flame on Sept 25, 2011 16:12:20 GMT -5
center] [/center] Shaman snorted. ”As if I’d let you actually get hurt. I have a smooth gate, AND getting you down would have been easy. Laying down again? Simple.” came the annoyed voice from Shaman as she stood up, shaking her self off, and followed. Her head just behind Tia’s back. Like a dog. Then again, Guardian horses were trained for that.
”Did you even try to run? There are plenty of places that have a bunch of people, and Guardian’s. We tend to notice if someone’s running away from a large group of people.” she said as she continued to keep her arm around him.
”But broken ribs will keep you out of the job for a while.” she said simply, glancing around, and spotting the brown forms of two horses. The whinny from the mare behind her told her that it was her back up. She lifted a hand in recognition. It took another minute or so for the two guardians to come up. ”So what do you have here, Oh Firey one?” she rolled her eyes. The man who’d spoken grinned at her, amusment dancing in his eyes.
”Eight guys in that ally. One has major burns, the rest are down, though not for long. This one was the victim. I’m taking him to get him patched up.” she said with ease. The woman gave her a knowing look, and she didn’t respond. [colo9f70ac]”Come on, Gray. We need to get you patched up.”
[/color][/b] she said leading the way to her apartment. She was a ground floor (safty reasons, anything above that floor was dangerously unstable) apartment. It was mid-large, and clean. She knew that if it was clean things would be a hell of a lot easier. She opened the door, glancing at the mare, who’d stopped outside, and wasn’t coming in. ”And here’s my home. Couch there. I’ve got some stuff that’ll help. Make yourself at home.” she said finally letting him go once she closed the door, and quickly opened the blinds. Then she went to her bathroom looking for stuff.[/size][/justify][/blockquote] WORDS: what ever. TAG: Gray NOTES: She’s… enjoying herself WEARING: Look at Image TEMPLATE CREDITS: MISS MAGGIE of Caution 2.0 BANNER CREDITS: Google Images of GOOGLE
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Post by Crush on Sept 25, 2011 17:31:34 GMT -5
That would be why I'm in an alley and not by a door. They yanked me off the wall just as I was almost out of their reach.
He grumbled, not angry at her at all but sounding like it. He was rather grateful he didn't know either of the guardians, nor did they know him. It would have been far more embarrassing if they had recognized him as a soldier. At least this way, he was just some poor unfortunate soul, and nothing more. He simply followed Tia silently, noting as they moved more towards the slightly better area.
The apartment wasn't large enough for his likes, but it wasn't too cramped either, so he forced himself to deal with it and not shift around like a nervous wreck. The open blinds, and the light, helped, made it seem bigger. He eased himself down onto the couch, slowly shifting so he was laying down, eyes closing for a moment as the pain settled and disappeared for the most part now that his upper body wasn't supporting him and his muscles were relaxed. Finally, he opened his eyes up, tilting his head so he could see and unbuttoning his shirt, peering at the bruises. There was one on his left side that was particularly colorful. Yep, definitely one of them fractured. He had little doubt now.
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Post by flame on Sept 26, 2011 4:12:22 GMT -5
Tia ignored him. His anger was easy to ignore. Of course once they got back she grabbed ice, and a towel. ”Shaman, get Troy. She’ll help.” she said out the open window. The pretty mare snorted and trotted off. She was gonna find Rico to. It wasn’t fair for the horse to worry.
Tia sighed at him. ”I ain’t a doctor, So I don’t dare set you’re your rib there. But Troy can. She’s a healer. Though she’s only good enough to set the bone, not enough to fully heal it.” she murmured, dark eyes worried as she crouched next to him. Her smile was a little worried.
”Can I get you water or somethin’?” her voice was falling into the pattern that she’d picked up in the stables. She’d fixed that right after she’d been picked up to be a Guardian. But in times of stress? Well the things from your happiest times just come flooding back. ”Who died?” she asked softly.
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Post by Crush on Sept 28, 2011 18:24:27 GMT -5
That's fine. Setting is better than nothing, at least it'll heal right. And anyway, I've got tricks up my sleeve for that.
He offered her a slightly strained smile. He had been intending to become a doctor, after all. He may not be a healer by nature, but he sure as hell know some spells that would speed the process up - and he knew which ones were stupid to try too. Most people ignored the consequences that would come with them, but he was all too aware of those sorts of things.
He shook his head at the offer for water, he didn't need anything right now. Just a painkiller or something. But, he knew better than to numb the pain before a doctor showed up. Otherwise, something could be missed.
He froze for a moment at her next question. Theoretically, he knew it could have been another funeral, but he knew in his heart it wasn't, it never would be. The ones that were less emotional were the less likely to surface, after all. at least, with regards to his power. Empathy relied on emotion.
My brother. I was fourteen, he was eighteen.
He stopped at that point, half because he could and half because talking still hurt a bit and he could feel a cough coming on, his attention focused much more on keeping it down. He managed, luckily, though not without clenching his hands a bit as it tried to surface.
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Post by flame on Oct 3, 2011 9:50:47 GMT -5
Tia shook her head. ”I don’t think she’ll want you doing stuff like trying to self heal. Some people can’t stop themselves.” She said softly, her dark eyes were worried. His next words made her sad. ”Not gonna say I’m sorry. It won’t make it better… But I will say that holding onto him can only be detrimental.. though what do I know about that…” she said touching his hand lightly.
The sound of hooves and a woman coming through her door was enough to make her pull her hand away. ”Troy. This is Gray, Gray Troy. He got himself hurt. I figured…” The small redhead walked up to her, hugged her and crouched next to the couch. ”I could heal him. Easy. Though as you know, I won’t heal him all the way. Enough to keep the pain away. Don’t you go gettin’ hurt Mr Gray.” she said softly as she reached out and touched his ribs lightly. She closed her eyes, and as always (for tia) she felt the power from the ‘weak’ healer. The woman had a talent, but she didn’t want anything better than a job with the Guardians. Nothing better. Her green eyes were half opened half of the way as she finished, and sat back. ”Oookay. Do you have food?” Tia headed off to get some food.
”Feelin’ better Gray?”
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Post by Crush on Oct 3, 2011 10:17:20 GMT -5
Oh, I know my limits. Some would say I know them too well.
He grumbled back. Telling him not to wouldn't stop him, mostly because he knew he could stop. He knew exactly how much to do to be right at the edge of his limit, but not put so much as a hair across that line. He knew all too well what could happen if he did, and that fear set him on that straight and narrow path of sticking just within his limits and never, not once, pushing them, unless the consequences would be worse if he didn't.
He said nothing as she spoke regarding his brother. He'd stopped holding on - but that didn't mean the memories were just going to disappear. Memories were always there, a networking of the brain. He couldn't stop that. He just learned from it. Some might consider that holding on as well, but it was more like avoiding ended up in the same situation. Learning from someone else's mistakes. The topic was a vaguely touchy one, but more so because it could lead to what he didn't want anyone to know, not so much because of the actual topic itself.
He was used to the initial sting of the healing process, gritted his teeth without a sound through it, forcing himself to breath so that he didn't tense and make it worse. It was over with quickly, and he let out a sigh of relief. The injury still hurt, of course, but the bruise that it had caused was half that battle.
Then a familiar black head stuck his nose through the doorway and peered in with a snort.
I swear, I leave you alone for an hour, Graydon...
Gray didn't even bother giving the stallion a retort, particularly since the annoyance he'd started with wasn't true annoyance at all. Forcing himself through the door - whether Tia liked it or not - he made his way to Gray, nose hovering just above Gray's forehead.
Empty it, Gray. Before you give yourself a migraine stopping it from seeping through to the others.
Words of care accented with a soft snuffle and lips playing with his hair for a moment before Rico simply closed his eyes and pressed his muzzle to Gray's forehead. He hated the rushes of emotion, but he'd take them. His brain wasn't like Gray's, it wasn't built to hold emotions or memories that weren't his own, so it didn't do much to him, not like it did to Gray. Having not looked any better after the healing - discounting the better breathing of course - he definitely looked a lot better now that he only had him in his head. With a wordless whicker, Rico moved back to the door, outside to where he belonged. This apartment was not meant to hold a horse, after all, and it made it rather uncomfortable.
Yeah. Just tired...
He mumbled, most of his energy having been spent on keeping the emotions from exploding more so than the actual fight itself. By this point, it wouldn't matter if they wanted him awake for something like a possible concussion or not. His eyes just slid shut and that was it; he was lost to the world of dreams.
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