Not As Planned. (Kyrie/Request)

[Your Mom~]

A couple miles south of the border, Olesya was running for her life. Negotiations with a rogue faction went sour, a fight ensued, and just as she was about to get away, a handful of Barker's thugs crashed in to join the party. Her bike was smashed, her pack torn from her back, it's contents scattered across the camp. Her bandana was torn from her head, revealing her stark white hair.

'Experiment. Hey...she's the Renegade! Get'er!'

Olesya, bruised but not broken, took off like a bat out of hell. However, one strong-yet-solitary female against a dozen thugs was not the least bit fair. They caught up with her, tackling her to the ground. A second fight ensued, this one more uncoordinated and reckless. The Voice of the Storm Dragon came out victorious, but not without a concussive wound to the head. Blood stained her bright white hair near her right temple, blurring her vision as she stumbled back to Dragon Territory. The walls had barely come into view before she collapsed.

"RAahm-bae..."

Ramb. Help. The word left her mouth as she fell to her knees, carrying on the wind toward the wall. It was all she could manage before the darkness consumed her, and she fell face first into the scrub grass.

[Kyrie Blaze]

. o O ( Please note the timeline of this thread is set before the events of 'A Mother for Maddie'. <3 )

A relay of sharp whistles cut through the air.

'An S.O.S.' Kyrie's body jerked, her gaze narrowing and veering towards the sounds as she automatically adjusted her course to compensate. The blonde's blue eyes narrowed.

Shouts - unintelligible at this distance - just reached her ears and the blonde lengthened her stride, pushing herself into a sprint when before she had been going at an easy run. Dillon and Chase, her current scouting partners, altered their own course and shot in pursuit, their gazes steeled. She didn't need to tell them to prepare themselves.

These days, they were always prepared, and she was quietly proud of all the Core.

In cutting a straight path for the wall, vaulting one-handed over obstacles and wall-kicking to clear others, it was soon apparent what the shouting was. A small group was scrabbling to get together. But it wasn't them that the S.O.S. was for. As soon as Kyrie came within range, her sharp hearing picked up the words.

"The Storm Dragon's Voice is down and wounded!"

The physical blade she had pulled from the sheathe at her chest was shoved back in, while the blade of pitch-black shadow in the other shrank and balled up at her whim.

"Where!?" If the petite woman had any reservations on Olesya, on saving her, they weren't apparent. A Dragon was a Dragon, and all were kin, even if-- Her voice cut, clear and commanding and strong, and she didn't slow. Fingers pointed beyond the tall wall and the two that were above pointed, as well. Her gaze snapped to the wall and she called back, as most of the Core weren't trained to understand the lingo that was Dragonspeak: "Dillon, Chase, and Brad: staggered from the midway point between the wall and the fallen, now! Get up on the wall, the rest of you, and keep a lookout. Yell if there is anything amiss, anything at all!"

Completely changed from the quiet, observant, seemingly timid girl was the warrior she truly was. She didn't even look to see if they were scrambling to do as she said, she simply expected it, and knew they would. With a burst of qi, she shaped it to a long pole and vaulted in one quick motion over it with a small sound of exertion. Allowing the shadow pole to bend and snap just as a real one would, the blonde pushed herself forward at the apex. Her qi snapped back in and more joined it, folding and forming to stretch between her limbs to save her from injuring herself on the fall. In fact, it allowed her to glide for a short distance, and she released it to free-fall the last six or so feet.

Everything was instinctive, even to and including this point; qi, shadow-wingsuit gliding, parkour: everything became a tool at her disposal so she could get to the fallen woman with minimal exertion. Her feet came together, balls and toes of them contacting the ground first before her body followed into a roll, then another, displacing momentum and force. Kyrie was up and sprinting to the white-haired woman less than a beat after that. Bright crimson was seen as she rapidly closed the distance, and already her mind clicked over causes and what to do.

"Olesya!" Slowing her sprint and doing a double-check of the area as she did, Kyrie flicked the blade she had brought out, earlier, loose for easy access should she need it. Skidding the last foot, she banked on her feet and began to shift Olesya after checking her pulse with two steady and cool fingers against her neck.

"Olesya, it is Kiyr. I am going to roll you to your side and check for other injuries." It didn't matter if Olesya was actually conscious, she still spoke, her tone calm. Then, carefully, the blue-eyed woman stabilized her neck and spine first so she could roll the woman onto her side and into the recovery position.

'Contusions on her body, laceration on her head, likely concussed,' She thought as she worked, running her hands quickly along her limbs and checking for other signs of severe injury. 'Honestly, did she not have an escort? Does she not know the order? Especially for--and what would it put David through if she--'

With a scowl in her eyes, she briefly turned them up to take a quick look around before turning her gaze back to Olesya's prone form. Those same cool hands were brought up and gently began inspecting Olesya's head wound, checking how quickly it was bleeding. She would have to wake the woman if she wasn't already awake. Her words, comforting and low and calming, continued as she explained what she was doing. She had a flask of water, and it would be used if Olesya did not come to in the next few moments. Her expression was neutral, gaze quiet aside from some tension and much concern. Head injuries...needed to be sought and monitored quickly.

'...what were you even doing that you were apparently caught and clobbered, you Pacheeta?' The blonde thought, tone harsh and berating within the confines of her own mind as she couldn't be, outwardly. She was more concerned for Olesya than for chastising her when she was in such a poor state.

[Your Mom~]

Muffled voices floated into her ears as if from underwater. She even felt like she was underwater, floating in a warm sea that ebbed and flowed, but what she was really hearing was the sound of her own hear beating. She felt herself rolling over, as if a wave pushed her about, and more voices...

She opened her eyes a crack, her pupils dialated and unfocused.

"...K-Kitty Kiyr?"

She asked, the name-remembering analogy slipping through her lips, she had no filter in her state of semi-consciousness. More words, some of them sounded like they were in a different language, her addled mind finding it hard to keep up. Slowly, her mind began to feed her the information that Kiyr sought as she addressed Olesya's wounds.

"Nego...tiations...w-w-went wrong...e-escorts...dead..."

It took her a lot of effort to put the words together, she furrowed her brow, trying to push the through her lips, her breathing sharp as her nerves screamed out in agony. Her head was throbbing so much. Everything hurt. Her eyes fluttered as darkness crawled at the edge of her vision, growing and enveloping her again.

"Just need...sleep..."

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kitty Kiyr? That gained a blink and the blonde felt a sharp poke of intrigue even as her gaze zeroed in on Olesya's dilated ones as she struggled to focus. While her primary focus was on her well-being, a small part in the back of her mind mused over it, not at all insulted by the apparent likening of herself to a kitten. With the staggered words, her struggle, her gaze, Kyrie could easily confirm a concussion. Which meant Olesya was going to be sick and out of it. Her mind picked apart the woman's words; had she spoken aloud or could Olesya read her mind? The second notion was absurd, and the blonde attributed it to either that she muttered certain things without knowing, being she was so focused on her task, or Olesya felt the need - a good one at that - to give her information. A knot sank into the pit of her stomach. Sorrow, which was ignored for the moment.

She could do nothing for the dead right now.

Sleep?

"No." Though her voice was soft, knowing that loud sounds were not Olesya's friend at the moment, the crisp underlay of command was prominent. Olesya was not allowed to sleep with such an injury. She continued, giving Olesya no time to pass out. Even though she seemed to know where and who she was, these questions would give her something to focus on to keep her awake. "Give me your name, your gang faction, and rank."

The blonde waited for Olesya to respond, however long it took - and if necessary keeping her awake and repeating if her confusion was that great - before asking another.

"Do you know where you are, Olesya?"

Again, she waited, assessing Olesya's memory and functioning. And as she waited, she deliberated, even though she knew the course she would need to take, regardless. She had two candy tears she had picked up on her recent forays to find seeds, but she also considered dragging her back into the territory on a stretcher of shadow with Dillon and Chase and Brad's aid. But that was costing manpower and resources, and then there was the fact Olesya would need to be monitored for at least twenty four hours, if not longer. There was also the option of calling David--but certainly not. There was no way that Kyrie was going to have David be in such a vulnerable state to fix Olesya when one of the sky-blue drops in the pouch of her Bone Dragon Vest would fix her, even if it was a precious and limited resource. Especially when the blonde tending to David's significant other had already made her mind up on what she had to do, and she was not going to be able to leave David's side if he came and fixed Olesya.

The blue-eyed woman would not be swayed.

"Olesya, how many Dragons were escorting you? Who were you negotiating with, and where?"

Kyrie continued to monitor her, though she did glance up and around once again, wary with caution.

"Steady. Listen to me, Olesya. Breath very slowly, and deeply. I am going to roll you to your back and help you to sit up. Stay with me and listen to the sound of my voice." As she spoke, she moved, gently supporting her neck and spine. Even though she was fairly confident Olesya had not been injured on either location, she acted with all due care and caution. Kindness and care and compassion - love, even, as Olesya was Dragon and not a spy like she had considered; she knew the truth of who was - was paramount. It was not the white-blonde woman's fault she loved David. It was not David's fault for reciprocating that love.

But the petite blonde also had to try and remember she was not at fault for loving the same man. And there was, after all, much capacity in her heart to love others, too. Delilah, Mathew, Levi, and certainly plenty of others.

Gently cradling Olesya's neck with her forearm as she braced the woman's shoulders, Kyrie crooned soothingly in French as she moved Olesya into a sitting position, saying nothing in particular but singing lyrics to a song. Next would come the tear.

Blue eyes looked over, fastening on Chase. With a gesture, she beckoned him to run over, and refocused on Olesya after Chase acknowledged and began to move.

[Your Mom~]

No? But she was sooooooo tired. Olesya's face melted into a bit of a pout, and her addled brain was unable to keep up with her normal stoic appearance. She just wanted to close her eyes for a few minutes...was that too much to ask for? Everything hurt and her eyes were burning, her head felt so heavy...

"Give me your name, your gang faction, and rank."

Her brain felt like a bunch of those refrigerator magnet words all jumbled up and thrown together. Name, name name name...

"Olesya."

Good...what was the next one? Friction? Fraction? FACTION. Her faction.

"Uhh...D-Dragon."

Almost there. Shit what was the third one...was there a third one? The order was already lost on the poor woman, so she didn't finish the trio of questions that Kiyr asked her.

"Olesya, how many Dragons were escorting you? Who were you negotiating with, and where?"

So many questions...they kept turning into refrigerator magnets as they reached Olesya's ears, tumbling down to join the pile in her head.

"...Two. There were two, a-and they're dead. I'm sorry...I-I have t-to tell their fam...ilies..."

A pained cry slipped through her lips, but no tears fell. It was the aching in her heart that she always felt when losing a soldier. Without her filter, she was unable to keep it inside, and instead her fleeting emotions were completely visible on her face. She almost got sucked back into her whirling, pained, mind before Kiyr spoke again, cutting through the madness. Her breaths slowly deepened ever so slightly. One of her lungs was bruised, possibly even broken. It hurt to breathe, but she tried to do as Kiyr told her.

She gritted her teeth as Kiyr sat her up, each miniscule movement sending a shooting pain across her body. It was like torture, and her body screamed for rest. She gasped for air a couple times, trying not to let the pain get the best of her. The soothing singing washed over her like water, taking the edge off the worst of it. If she had been in her right mind, she would ask why Kiyr was being so kind to her, why she was risking her neck. But she wasn't, and could only focus on precious few things at a time with her head throbbing like someone was hitting it with a hammer.

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OOC: THIS THREAD IS REQUEST ONLY. You may not post in this thread unless you have permission from the current players.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Olesya. Dragon. No third, but it was close enough. With her stating there had been two, both deceased, and the emotion that crept into her voice and onto her face... Kyrie could believe she wasn't quite so heartless as she had sounded during David's faux-meeting. Which was pleasantly surprising. It seemed her perception of something being off was more correct than she first thought.

At least she felt better about it.

"Where were your negotiations?" She repeated, but gently.

And with that realization, the blonde had decided to sooth and to sing as she balanced Olesya against her, using the inside of her bent leg to further support her back. Her arm remained wrapped around Olesya's shoulders as she used her other hand to gently fish out one of the candy tears from her pocket.

"Good, good. Just breathe. Nice and slow."

Resuming her singing and making sure Olesya showed no signs of going to throw up...the young blonde stopped singing after a few moments, providing the white-blonde female wasn't looking like she was going to be ill. If she was, well, it would be dealt with - Chase holding her head - before she was sat back up.

"Olesya, I am going to give you something that should take care of everything. Just chew and swallow, okay?"

Slipping the drop into Olesya's mouth, she watched to make sure she didn't - for some unfathomable reason, as it tasted fantastic - spit it out, her hand hovering, palm-up. It would most likely take care of all of Olesya's injuries, as while they seemed to be quite nasty...did not seem to be life-threatening aside from her head injury. But even then, those were just very tricky. Certainly nothing in need of one of the black tears - that apparently tasted like ass - in this situation.

Now it was just a matter of waiting to ensure she would be okay.

In the mean time, she looked to Chase.

"You will stay with her and escort her back into our territory, Chase, once she feels up to the journey."

. o O ( -1 Candy Tear from Inventory. One remaining. )

[Your Mom~]

Olesya screwed up her face as Kiyr asked her another question. Thinking made her head feel like it was going to EXPLODE?! Didn't she understand that all she wanted to do was sleep? She groaned, her brow furrowed as she attempted to gather the words to answer Kiyr's question, but as she fought to catch the words, he question drifted apart into little letters and joined the frat party in her brain. It was useless.

The world around her was slowly spinning and bobbing like she was lost at sea, punctuated by the pain radiating from nearly all of her nerves. her skin, her muscles...they all felt like they were on fire. She tried to concentrate on her breathing, nice and slow. It was like a song, floating daintily through her chaotic mind. Nice and slow...breathe nice and slow...She was starting to drift when Kiyr put the candy tear to her lips, not exactly hearing the instruction but accepting it anyway. It tasted like heaven! A faint 'Mmmm' escaped her lips as the gingerly chewed and swallowed. The warmth spread from her stomach outward. Calming her nerves, cooling her skin, cleansing her mind so that she was thinking completely clearly again. Her head still hurt LIKE HELL, but at least she was in the right state of mind.

"Ow..."

Olesya said flatly, gingerly bringing her hand up to touch her head, and winced. She gaze focused on Kiyr, recognizing her without the pain-induced delusional haze.

"Kiyr?"

There was another person there, but Olesya didn't recognize him. His face was ever so mildly familiar, but she didn't know the names of all the soldiers in the Dragon Army.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Though Chase made disapproving sounds and directed a very displeased stare to the woman that was his scout leader, the blonde seemed to ignore him in favour of tending to the injured woman that just devoured the tear she was gifted with. The blonde, seeing Olesya chew and swallow, flicked her wrist quickly as the white-blonde woman sat on her own. She was looking better, colour returning to her cheeks, no longer bleeding. As the petite blonde moved to the front of the woman she just helped, Olesya would see Kyrie bring her hand that was holding a small, flat tool.

It was held between her fingers, and had a flat, large disk at the end.

Olesya's question earned her a measured blink.

"Indeed. I am going to tip your face towards the sun." So saying, Kyrie flit her fingers beneath Olesya's chin to do just that, the disk lifting to hover over one eye. Rapidly, Kyrie flicked it away to check the constriction of Olesya's pupils, one by one, keeping her fingers beneath the other woman's chin just in case she tried to move away. As she did so, she explained with that same quiet calm: "I am checking your pupillary response, to make sure the Tear cleared your head injury up. How much pain are you in, right now, on a scale of one to ten?"

Being that Kyrie didn't have a pen flashlight, this was the next best thing. Her father taught her well, and she had been learning more with her sister... Regardless, Kyrie seemed to be at ease with basic medical knowledge.

And she tried, a third time, still gentle in her inquiry: "Where were your negotiations taking place?"

Hopefully, it would be the charm like the saying went.

With any luck, now that The Storm's Voice wasn't so dazed, she could say. In which case, Kyrie would gently smile and look up to Chase, then back at Olesya. Chase moved forwards.

"Chase will stay with you, for now, and escort you back as you are ready to make the journey. You...will have to make your report," Kyrie's voice was soft with sympathy. That would not be easy, but it was for Olesya to tell David, not Kiyr. "And I would highly recommend resting and plenty of water, Olesya. I am going to retrace your steps with Dillon and Brad."

And then send them back from some point. So saying, she gestured for both others to come forward as the small tool she had been using faded from view. She stood, gesturing to Chase. "Keep by her side and watch for any confusion or heightened pain. I am counting on you, Chase."

With that, the blonde would slowly draw away now that Brad and Dillon had arrived. She spoke two simple words, then turned to begin a brisk but sustainable run, providing Olesya had not argued. Brad and Dillon fell to step with her. As the trio cleared distance, Kyrie lent her voice to the wind.

"David, Olesya is near our Southern borders; she was injured rather badly, though I gave her a Tear, I still think she needs to be watched over. Chase is with her, waiting to escort her back to Dragon Territory. I am taking Dillon and Brad to retrace her steps, and will send them back at the first opportunity. If you would perhaps contact Levi, if he is not busy, he should join me at your discretion. I am going to collect two of ours from those Olesya had been negotiating with. Otherwise I am comfortable in going alone and sticking to shadow. It is where I am headed, now."

With some time, provided all went well and Olesya had managed a semi-straight line of travel, she would come upon the white-blonde's bike, the Barker Soldiers, and her belongings.

. o O ( Kyrie will contact David, regardless of Olesya's response and actions. <3 )

[Your Mom~]

Olesya allowed Kiyr to tilt her head this way and that, checking her pupils for dilation. Her eyes will have responded well as her head injury was mostly cleared up, leaving Olesya with a simple dull headache. When Kiyr asked how much pain she was in, Olesya tested her arms and legs, rolling her shoulders and flexing her feet.

"Four, maybe five. Completely operational, just sore as hell."

The candy tear had taken care of the vast majority of her injuries; her concussions, skin lesions, mild internal bleeding. Now she only felt like she'd been picked up and wrung out and set back on her ass.

"We were down to the Southwest, about half a klick. Trying to negotiate with the freeholders out there. Seems like Barker got to them first, they didn't want to hear anything we had to say."

She frowned when Kiyr stated that she'd have to make her report. That included sending the news to the fallen soldier's families. In person. Olesya wasn't the greatest at social interaction, but being the bearer of worst news? She'd rather pull her own teeth out with her hands.

Olesya took the canteen that was offered to her taking a careful sip. She'd gotten pretty dehydrated in all of the ruckus, laying out in the California sun with a concussion wasn't exactly the healthiest option out there.

"Be careful. Call if things start to turn sour."

She frowned, worrying about sending Kiyr into clearly dangerous waters. And neither of the possible results looked good in Olesya's favor. Either she gets out safe, and succeeds where Olesya failed miserably, or she doesn't get out safe, and Olesya inadvertently sends her into the lion's den. Even though her pride stung, she'd rather Kiyr got back safe.

"Yc dra tnykuh vmeac, cu tu oui."

She said, clapping her fist over her heart. As the Dragon flies, so do you. As close as Dragon's came to wishing their comrades luck. She took another sip of her water, and would watch as Kiyr left with the two men whose name she'd already forgotten.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Blue eyes seemed almost knowing. This was something Kyrie herself, had to do, before. She nodded at the information for where Olesya had been negotiating and spoke quietly.

"David will support you." She figured he would, at least, though she had been left on her own when she had to deliver the news of Victor's passing. And she had done it on her own. "I will bring them back to us."

Though she blinked at Olesya's words, to call if things turned bad, the blonde's eyes softened. She nodded, confirming she would. The bow from the white-blonde's position gave her further pause, and she stood her ground despite instinct demanding she take a step back.

"Nacd fedr ayca, Olesya. So fehkc femm lynno sa rusa uhla so dycg ec lusbmada." Clasping her hand over her heart, she returned the bow, but deeply in comparison, and then immediately turned and leaped into a run.






After she was through calling out to David, she angled their path towards the South-West, taking the two Dragons over obstacles with no need to go around unless they were impossible to quickly traverse otherwise. She pushed, hard, wanting to waste as little time as possible, but still moved slowly enough that her two companions could keep pace and not be exhausted by the time they arrived at the border of the faction she'd been negotiating with. Still, she could enjoy the pull of muscle, the easy way her body carried her across the distance despite her shorter stature. She'd ran for years and this was no different. However, there was none of her normal joy, but simply cool preparation.

Kyrie's only intent in this, her sole purpose was to retrieve the bodies of her brethren. There was no thought of showing Olesya up. Her only concern was for her fallen family, and the two still alive by her side. And it would only be a matter of time until the trio reached the border.

...and it would be there she would stop, but only temporarily...

. o O ( Officially waiting on David's entry, and if you'd like to GM after, Ally~ )