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Post by Saasha on Nov 4, 2012 11:18:33 GMT -6
Confusion. Fear. Wonder. Mysticism... Dizziness. The rushing of the people made her eyes swim inside of her skull. Something flew right past her. What was that! She ducked to the side, but lost her balance and fell against the cold side of a building harshly. It was nothing. Just her colors. Why was everyone glowing? Why did her head ache so much. What was happening to her? What was going on?
Her thoughts were so scrambled and choppy that if you were to write them down, they would be nothing but a mess of chicken stretch and run-ons. That was not her. Something was very wrong.
A flash of pinkish beige. She looked mentally. A man staring at her panting form with detached interest. She pushed from the wall and ignored him only to be met with flashes of lighter red, whites, and greens. Dots of blue ran floated about her vision slowly as if nothing was the matter in the least. Why was this happening? This had never happened before. Never had her colors done this. And what had happened with Ted? Had she done that?
~“Your winner by Total Knockout; Nick Williams!” The announcer bellowed to the crowds as they cheered and whooped. And while her thoughts had been idle, she only could wait in shock at what had just occurred. Had she done that?
It was then that it hit her. A cacophony of color flashed into her vision, blinding her sight even through her blind eyes. They clouded her brain and pushed all thoughts out of the way to make room for the sounds that suddenly flooded her senses. Disorienting her and confusing her.
Before long she had been led out of the ring by one of the aids and brought back to the dressing room. A hand clapped on her shoulder and she jumped at it. ready to launch her fist at it- no. Frost. It was Frost. His concern echoed in her still filled ears as the roar of the crowds still deafened her. She shook her head and she felt another hand on her other shoulder firmly but she could barely make out the string of indistinguishable words that followed it. she shook her head.
"Go. You're up. I'll be fine." She said quickly, Blending what would have been longer statements into three short ones. She could feel his grip tighten a bit. Her eyes burned. Her head pounded. But still she tried to smile and tell him to go. Finally he did. She could take care of herself.
She would wait until his fight was over, but it would be painful. It was painful. Her ears, eyes, and mind were clouded- even after she had tried to wash out the acid. But she waited. She waited until she could barely make out his aura leaving the ring before she bolted from her seat at the ring back to the safety of the dressing rooms. He was safe.
But even the darkness of the rooms couldn't soften her pain. It had only built and built and built as she sat at the edge of the ring. And now... now she wanted nothing more than to go insane. It hurt, she couldn't get her bearings, but she needed to leave. And so she managed to grab her back pack and hoodie on her fairly mad dash out of the building to the outside world, ignoring the cat calls she got as she went.~
She tried her best to not let her agony show, but it was all she could do to barely hold her self up against the cold wall. What was going on? Why wouldn't the blurring stop? And on top of that, the residual acid still blinded her. She couldn't stop the panting. She couldn't stop the rushing thoughts.
She was not in the right town to be found like this.
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Post by Garrus Vakarian on Nov 5, 2012 13:34:20 GMT -6
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Are you all right, miss? Nick would be fortunate. The first person to find her was someone who wouldn't capitalize on her current state to take advantage of her as some less gentlemanly folk here in Isafaro, military and civilian alike, would have done. The Rebel Turian showed concern in his eyes for the woman as he looked her over, wondering what was wrong. Garrus Vakarian
Do you need medical treatment? He naturally couldn't take her to a hospital, Vulture would arrest him on sight. He did have a medi-gel on him that could help and if needed he knew Genius had more medical training than most doctors he knew. Though it'd be quite the case to explain why a child was seeing her. |
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Post by Saasha on Nov 5, 2012 21:55:37 GMT -6
Green. Why was there green? Another person. No, another being. Was it speaking? He. He was speaking. Was she alright he asked. Was she? Was she? Her head punded and throbebd as he got closer. His aura was chokingly strong. No that was just him. He was a strong being- and a kindly one from what she could tell. At least she hoped. In all honesty she couldn't tell up from down at the moment let alone the internal auras of a stranger.
Another lurch and spin of her mind and another vicsious throb of her eyes caused her to grunt lowly- and his presence was not helping either, but it was bearable enough. She had no choice did she?
"No.. no. No. No I don't... Yes... My eyes."
Right on cue, another wave of burning.
"I can't... I can't c-clear t-them. They.." The next part was utterered with a low almost growling tone of frustation and anger. "They fucking burn. I can't... see. To much noise. To much- to many people."
Suddenly she dropped against the wall a bit harder and nearly didn't catch herself as she fell. She grit her teeth as the throbbing continued. If she didn't get this acid out soon, she would likely be permaently blinded. Why wouldn't it wash out? What was it?
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Post by Ira on Nov 5, 2012 22:48:59 GMT -6
Back to this lovely place again. Vacation was over though, now was the time to get back to work. And this time, to do it better. The Force user let her aura roll out before her, allowing it to announce her arrival moments before she actually approached. Like a dense fog, it rolled across the ground, slowly rising slightly after a moment or so. However, it was so heavy and dense that it mainly clung to the ground. It was cool on the skin to most people as it attempted to feed on the warmth of others to sustain itself, much like how Ira herself feed off the emotions of others.
It rolled down through the streets of Isafaro, the silent growl of a hunger pitted deep within it. However, it broke its form as it began to tingle with excitement. It seemingly shook with the excitement which filled it suddenly. Something was in pain. Something was fearful. And it called to the Sith. Another potential apprentice? Or one to release from this?
Slowly, Ira made her way through the winding ways to find that which had drawn her. Yellow-orange eyes looked over Garrus' back for but a few seconds before focusing onto the girl who had originally gained the Sith Lord's, more than likely unwanted, attention.
"Oh my, what seems to be the issue here? The togruta cooed softly.
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Post by Garrus Vakarian on Nov 7, 2012 12:32:45 GMT -6
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Your eyes? The Rebel Turian tried to get a closer look at her eyes. It was hard to see in the dark and before he could observe much she fell. His arms reached out to grab her but it turned out she didn't need his help on that front. Still he held, getting a good look at her eyes. Acid. This was going to take a bit more care than a medi-gel could provide. Garrus Vakarian
Hold on. I'll get you to a doctor. Of course just as he was turning around another person appeared. Alien. So he wasn't the only alien in this city anymore. This was bad though. Could have been a Vulture spy or worse, a third party from another world who caused trouble for a different set of reasons. On the other hand she could be innocent and get the wrong idea if he was secretive. You just couldn't win. Garrus Vakarian
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Post by Saasha on Nov 7, 2012 14:31:09 GMT -6
The deep greenish black the swirled about the illuminated figuresent Nick's head further into confusion and disorientation. One may have been fooled by the soft words, the gentle tone, and the concerned words but such was not so with Nick. Even through her dizzying state, she could tell that this woman was not one she needed to have hanging around. But it was all she could do at this point to stand, even with the first figure helping her.
The moment his aura bent into hers, her blue swirls latched onto it. Nothing would be felt or seen, but it was evident that her aura knew more than she did. It gravitated to him- but perhaps that was because she knew in the back of her mind that for the moment, she could trust him. She knew nothing about him- but a person's energy told much more than words.... Hence why her voice now echoed deep within the recesses of Garrus's mind.
Her telepathy worked for emotions back in her world... so why not try it with words?
"She... She is not pure... She is not what she seems." Another small wince from the young woman. "Her presence hurts- badly." To be specific, it was overwhelmingly strong with darkness. Almost chokingly so. Not physically to the human, but her energy seemed to tighten the closer she came.
Nick brought her hands up to rest upon Garrus's forearms- a bit taken back by the texture, but not so distracted by it to forget the waves upon waves of energy that were crashing upon her from all sides.
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Post by Ira on Nov 7, 2012 18:39:35 GMT -6
There was a twitch of a smirk in the corner of Ira's lips at Nick's reaction to her presence. She could easily feel the recoil the girl seemed to suffer at her approach. Her eyes drifted from looking at Garrus at all and focused on the girl. Such a reaction was pure and delightful. Still her own aura seemed to rattle with excitement.
"Ah, perhaps I can help. I am versed in some healing arts," Ira offered taking another step forward. Why not have a little fun potentially?
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Post by Garrus Vakarian on Nov 7, 2012 19:59:09 GMT -6
Garrus blinked as he heard the woman's voice speak in his mind. He had heard about telepathy before but never truly experienced it until this moment. The Rebel Turian looked back over to the other alien, standing at Nick's side helping her to walk as he kept his expressions from changing to hint anything was wrong. Little did he know this alien had ways to tell something was wrong without the other person showing it. Garrus Vakarian
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Post by Saasha on Nov 8, 2012 12:59:27 GMT -6
That won't be necessary. I have things under control.
She allowed herself a small relaxation of her body. He had heard her. It had worked.. It... had worked... What was it with this world?
She allowed herself to be lead away from the woman rather painfully, but not physical pain. She hated relying on others to assist her but what choice did she have at the moment. Besides, she may have been young, but she wasn't stupid. This was one thing she couldn't do alone.
From the side, she felt the woman take another step towards her and the dizziness increase. Out of sheer desperation and now growing frustration at the interruption, she forced her mind to slow itself so as to not lash out. She bit her tongue and simply let the one guiding her take the reigns. But it would be known to Ira that she was not wanted there by a slight tightening of the aura that floated about her, seemingly wanting to press her away.
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Post by Ira on Nov 8, 2012 14:22:38 GMT -6
"It certainly seems you have it under control," the Sith Lord mocked with a rolling of her eyes. Something was up, but no matter, she was having a bit of fun with this. The girl obviously did not enjoy being around her, but it was that suffering which made Ira want to continue poking at the girl and keep them here.
"My help is only a touch away. And how long will she have to wait to see medical treatment elsewhere? Far too long, I imagine. Eyes are a sensitive thing. Easy to toy with, easy to ruin forever." Oh yes, she could see the pain when gazing through the Force. A brilliant network of faint lines over that which she stared at with her eyes and not the Force. A swelling of the lines across the girl's face though.
"Where I'm from, we had various...surgeries that could fix it. But here, I doubt you do. Delay too much longer, and perhaps you'll leave the poor girl blind, no matter what you do. Allow me but a moment and I shall have them fixed. I may not be the most practiced at these healing techniques, but they do run in my family."
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Post by Garrus Vakarian on Nov 10, 2012 12:52:52 GMT -6
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I'm sure you mean well but she asked for a doctor and I intend to give her one. Garrus began to walk around Ira, staying close to Nick but ready in case the other woman tried anything more than just rolling her eyes and insisting on touching Nick's. He wasn't sure what her plan was but he didn't like the vibe he got from her. And obviously neither did Nick. |
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Post by Saasha on Nov 11, 2012 19:15:57 GMT -6
The closer the woman got, the more prominent her features became behind Nick's eyes and what she saw made her stop for a moment. Suddenly, she understood what this woman was... She was a Togruta. Was... was that possible? The worlds were merging but... She turned her attention to the one holding her up...
No. Freaking. Way.
But the sudden rush of information was rewarded with a stabbing pain within the confines of her skull. She grit her teeth and gripped Garrus's arm a bit tighter as she stumbled. Enough was enough. She didn't care how much pain she was in, she was done playing the damsel in distress... for a moment. A low growl later and her naturally booming voice came out in full.
"He said we don't need help, you sorry excuse for a side show freak. Why don't you just go back to your fake ass Disney run Stars Wars bullshit universe. I am sure there is some poor planet somewhere that needs raping. Fake fucking ass darkside bitch."
Fuck her mind was scrambled... she couldn't even get a good insult out. But she kept letting Garrus leading her. At least now she knew she could trust him... Of course she wouldn't let HIM know that she knew who he was.
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Post by Ira on Nov 11, 2012 23:48:17 GMT -6
"Well..." She trailed off for a moment and opened her mouth to speak only for Nick to open her mouth. Annoying little brat. That was a second reference to this Star Wars thing she had heard now. Made sense to call it that; how many wars did they have over various systems and whatnot? Yeah. Made sense. But her word choice was poor. Ira rubbed the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes for a moment, sighing softly. She needed to demonstrate to this girl that mouthing off to her was potentially a poor idea. She clasped her hands together and laced her fingers together.
Ira cleared her throat as the girl would feel the Force pushing down on her again, as if pushing into her, focusing onto her eyes.
I do believe you underestimate me, dear child. Allow me to demonstrate, and rather against your will. Should he take you to a place, further from here, you will more than likely not last. Well, your eyes won't. At first, while the Sith Lord spoke, she attempted to irritate the pain with the pressure she applied through the Force. "Be thankful though, arrogant child, for my kindness."
At her words, the pressure relaxed though slowly pushed outwards, and pulling along with it the various pains with it as that which plagued the girl's eyes was forced out. A cool and gentle, a clean feeling left behind as tiny orbs floated in the air at Ira's command. As the pressure of the Force pressed upon the girl relented, the knitting and repairing through the Force finished.
"I would think that at least from this you would learn to mind your tongue, girl."
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Post by Garrus Vakarian on Nov 12, 2012 7:12:49 GMT -6
Garrus couldn't make any sense out of that insult and didn't plan to. He contributed it to her current condition and went on his way, or at least, he tried to go on his way with Nick but Ira continued to block their path. The Rebel Turian watched the stranger clasp her hands together and lace her fingers before clearing her throat. Unsure what she was doing or planning to do. His only sign that anything was amiss would come from Nick's reaction and the orbs that now floated in the air in front of him. Garrus Vakarian
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Post by Saasha on Nov 12, 2012 12:05:59 GMT -6
"Be thankful though, arrogant child, for my kindness."
With a start deep brown eyes snapped open and fixed themselves upon Ira with a strange indescribable glint within their depths. A look that read a couple of things. First and foremost of quiet anger; second, of a brand of gratitude; third, of curiosity. But the one gaze that didn't bubble to the surface was the excitement that was forming inside of her. So that was the Force? And the orbs...
"What are you doing!?"
Although her body didn't move, her arm shot out and clapped upon his chest to hopefully and encouragingly stamp out any movement he would have made towards the Togruta... Not that a simple human hand would have done much. Her eyes remained trained upon the other woman with practiced, unintentional, and reflexive hints of warning. Nick's habits as a fighter had kicked in though she made no move for the woman herself.
That was about when she realized what she had done. Oh right like a hand was gonna stop him if he wanted to get to Ira...
"I would think that at least from this you would learn to mind your tongue, girl."
She smirked a bit. A cocky smirk that lit up her whole face though it oddly could not be read as fully meaningful. "I guess I do have to thank you." She removed her hand from Garrus and, no longer in any pain, straightened to her full height, rolling her shoulders a bit and letting her head circle around to crack the shifted bones loudly. "But on that note. I am not keen on staying near someone that just admitted to their alliances." With that, her eyes shifted to Garrus's face. Yup, it was him. Another suppressed look of surprise.
If he shifted his gaze to the young female, he would see that she was silently asking him to help her leave this woman's presence. Now that the acid was gone and she could see with her eyes open, it was much easier to cope with the colors that swirled within her vision and mind. They were still disorienting, hence why her free hand still held his arm lightly, but at least she could see. Making sense of what was wall and what was person... Prolly not just yet. But if there was one thing Nick was good at, it was faking not having an injury... though she would have to add lizard spit to the short list of things she couldn't handle well... Fucking Ted.
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