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Post by cyansky on Sept 4, 2009 6:36:32 GMT -5
Syl remained where it was, watching and analyzing everything with detail. Much like Mazrin (as far as it could tell) Syl did have some analytic capabilities. This new man was not only rough but insensitive - he was still smoking even after Veronica told him to stop. Then again, Veronica was smoking too, which made Syl's opinion of her plumment further. Was it really just a toy to her? It would have to confront her later - Syl was too hopeful to end their relationship just now. It would give her another chance, but it better be worth it.
What it was struggling to hide was that the cigarette smoke had gotten into its lungs, and was beginning to burn them. It cause Syl imense pain, pain that was carefully kept concealed beneath a concerned expression for Karashi.
"Miss Karashi," it whispered, with obvious strain on its voice, "everything... will... be... alright."
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Post by Lain on Sept 4, 2009 9:20:30 GMT -5
Lain watched silently as Rosa taunted Bruce with flames. It was a beautiful sight really, especially such a big man getting scared over something so natural. She never really understood why most humans were so afraid of 'Supernatural' things, such as Rosa's ability. All humans had the capability, it had just been long forgotten or hidden, She never really was quite sure. Staying in her calm composure, she approached Syl. There was something wrong with the way he was speaking like it was hurting him to speak. "Hey, Are you okay?" She asked, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.
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Post by childofthehunt on Sept 4, 2009 11:20:06 GMT -5
Fleur's head was filled with thoughts about the Red General. She thought spending at least a few minutes with the residents would take him off her mind, but it didnt.
She sighed.
As the group walked into the street outlined with machine shops, Fleur remembered something. She needed to get parts for her "project."
"Excuse me." She mumbled softly to Veronica. "It just crossed my mind. I had to get some stuff for my apartment. I'm sorry I wouldn't be able to go to the hospital with the group."
She smiled at Veronica and called out to the young girl, "I hope you'd feel a lot better the next time I see you."
Her eyes traveled to the siblings, with a sweet smile plastered on her face, "It was nice meeting you again. I'll be seeing you around."
Fleur started walking away from the group and into the street outlined with machine shops.
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Post by Tig on Sept 4, 2009 12:29:22 GMT -5
Anya observed the others, standing quietly. she'd only nodded to veronica briefly, when the woman had said thanks for what she did. Walking with them, her gaze settled on the injured one, everything in her cried out to her, urging her to heal her. But she needed to feed before she offered.
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Post by ayami on Sept 4, 2009 15:00:15 GMT -5
Karashi frowned, hearing Syl's voice. It sounded as if he was in pain, and she realized that it was the man's cigarette. She put out her hand and the cigarette went flying from his mouth. She smiled triumphantly, then looked back at Syl and frowned again.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Sept 4, 2009 15:49:55 GMT -5
" Fuck you, I ain't confused 'cause there ain't nuthin' to be confused about you dizzy twat. Ooh you have a little fire trick? I've already fuckin' seen that one you really need to grow up love and don't you force religion on to me either you crazy bitch."
I was wondering if I would even be able to last so short a time as going to a hospital with these religious fanatics. Then my cigarette went flying from my mouth and I saw that small little girl just staring at me. So i pulled out another one lit it up and exaggerated my smoking, 'smooching' it.
I then realised that I wouldn't be able to put up with there constant habit with forcing their belifs down my throat. I can handle alot but this kind of thing was near impossible. "Fuck it," As I pull the ciggarette to its end and drop the ash stick to the ground "I'm outta here"
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Post by Trace on Sept 4, 2009 18:08:56 GMT -5
Rosa had certainly had enough of this idiot's talking. Her temper was firing up, and in turn so was her powers. Rosa stuck out her hand and before Maz could even act to stop her doing something rash she stuck out her hand, flames shooting out of them. The flames shot out towards Bruce before splitting off around him, forming a wall that trapped him from leaving. With another hand movement another wall formed behind him, trapping Bruce from moving.
"One movement and you will certainly be burnt to a cinders. Now I'll drop the fire if you'd care to apologize to those that you have offended, which is near enough everyone here. So what's it going to be? Apologize or..."
With that Rosa clicked her fingers and the fire became even hotter. By now even if Bruce was standing in the center, the further point from the flames, he would still be sweating at a horrible level.
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Post by cyansky on Sept 4, 2009 18:42:59 GMT -5
While Syl appreciated Veronica's little lecture on the truth about Animus earlier, it didn't quite appreciate the cigarette she still held, and whose smoke still lazily drifted over to Syl. Animus's history was very fascinating; cigarette smoke was not. As the smoke continued to drifted to Syl, the pain became too much. Syl was forced to set Karashi down and turn away.
It had put a hand on its throat, and moments later, became to cough out a black substance, resembling tar. This wasn't something Syl had drank - it was straight from its burning lungs. Unlike humans, Syl had little defense against the myriads of toxic chemicals that cigarette smoke contained. While it could deal with them individually, having them all together at once was like drinking a deadly cocktail.
The sound of Syl coughing was nothing pleasant - it sounded rough and pained, having an in human tone to it, making its state only more obvious.
Syl muttered various curses in its native language - all incomprehensible and unpleasant - sounding more like groans than actual curses, as the black substance was coughed up onto the asphalt. Its vocal chords and lungs were barely functional, and still crying out in pain, burning from the inside out.
It turned to Ayami and Lain, trying to mouth a few words, but nothing came out, only another coughing fit.
Syl glared at Veronica's cigarette, wishing for the wind to carry it away, but was too busy with its pain to do anything. Why now? There was only a limited amount amount of cigarette smoke that it could take, and normally it could stand Veronica's cigarettes for long enough. That was why it suspected Bruce's cigarettes for being the culprit for its pained reaction - they were even worse than Veronica for some reason. Veronica's cigarettes weren't the reason whyit was coughing so hard so soon, but they were only making it worse.
Had Syl been in a darker mood, literally speaking, it might have destroyed those cigarettes for threatening it with them. Now, the thought of hurting him or resentment didn't even cross Syl's mind, but it decided to keep his disrespectful and insensitive behaviour in its memory. No one had disrespected Syl before like that... they often reacted positively to its innocence, resulting in Syl having friends and support... what it wanted most here.
While Syl didn't understand his action, it did understand one thing more than anything else - it HATED cigarettes.
"I... don't... like... cigarettes," rasped Syl weakly, "Not... at... all..."
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Post by ayami on Sept 4, 2009 19:15:06 GMT -5
Karashi could see Syl suffering, and she frowned. She liked him a lot and she didn't want him to suffer through pain. She looked at him, then stood in front of him. Her eyes were glowing black, and she was creating a solid invisible wall around Syl that would block the smoke. She looked back at Syl and smiled, glad that she was helping him.
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Post by cyansky on Sept 4, 2009 19:22:01 GMT -5
Syl nodded at Karashi, smiling at her warmly, as it felt the smoke stop creeping into its lungs.
"Thank... you," it rasped, "but... the... damage..."
It was interrupted by another coughing fit, this one worse than the last.
"... it... has been... done..." Syl's voice was weak and raspy, to the point where even Karashi could barely hear it. "You... stopped... the progression... but... it will... take... *gack!* time to heal..."
Syl fell into another coughing fit, the black liquid still splattering on the asphalt. The pain in its chest was less than before, but still enough for Syl to be in a vulnerable position. Drat, it hated cigarettes...
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Post by Lain on Sept 4, 2009 19:29:05 GMT -5
Lain bit her lip in concentration as she wrapped her hand around Karashi's hoping that she could help Syl in a way of her own. As her breathing shallowed a soft pink light radiated around them. It was her healing energy, hopefully it would bring Syl some kind of relief.
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Post by ayami on Sept 4, 2009 19:29:44 GMT -5
Karashi smiled, then frowned as he coughed again. She then felt Lain and smiled at her, nodding. She knew her healing would double if she used it with Lain's on Syl. She put one hand behind her and closed her eyes. She lifted the damage from the cigarette and put it into her own body. She started coughing, collapsing to the ground, coughing hard.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Sept 4, 2009 21:15:23 GMT -5
The ground started to shake violently, the sound of hysterical laughter filled the air, and then a hand burst out of the ground. It started to claw and drag itself out of its dirt coffin, and then a head popped out. Mr. Psycho. His smile sharper than razors, he giggles like a madman, his beady pupils scan the area, much like a submarine. He notices a lot of familiar faces, and a lot of brand new ones. “Oh, what’s this? My family has extended! While I was having a dirt nap everyone got busy!” He laughs hysterically. “Would anyone like a dirt nap?” He then looks at everyone sadistically. “I’m joking!” He roars in more laughter. Then his sickly long muscular arms slowly pull him out of the ground, yet there is not a spot of dirt on him, looking like the gentleman that he is. “So whoever doesn’t know me, I’m Mr. Psycho, if you would like to know more about me, just leave a message after the beep” he smiled, then let silence fill the air, he waited patiently, rolling his eyes and pretending to check his watch. Then out of nowhere. “BEEP” He screeched. Followed by a long haunting laughter.
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Post by cyansky on Sept 4, 2009 22:11:54 GMT -5
Syl smiled at Ayami and Lain as they did what they could to heal it. Miraculously, its pain and its coughing became reduced to just some itchiness in its throat.
"Thank you," said Syl softly, "I appreciate it so much, miss Lain, miss Karashi..."
It was then Syl sat up and hugged them both at the the same time, as tightly as it could. Words failed to express its gratitude to them. Apparently both Karashi and Rosa some some interesting abilities. Rosa could control fire. Karashi has this strange power that allowed her to take its pain into herself and block out the cigarette smoke.
"Thank you so much," it said, smiling, "words fail to express my gratitude."
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Sept 5, 2009 1:48:25 GMT -5
The flames around me were heating up fast, there must be some sort of booby trap here or something. "I ain't apologising for shit, and if you think this thing scares me think again. You obviously have no idea who the fuck I am. And before you go trying to be a masculine feminist all 'high and mighty' you might wanna check up on your 'friends' you're fighting for first" Pointing over to Syl coughing it's lungs out. And with that I turned around focusing hard on the heat of the fire, judging it and how thick it is in width I brace myself and barrel roll through it ending up on the other side. Fuck that was hot!..
On my way out I hear a deep booming voice introduce itself while cracking a few jokes ending with fanatical laughter. Out on the other side, I think to myself I'll go find somewhere else that might hold a map I know one thing's for sure I ain't staying around that group of nut jobs.
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