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Post by David B. on Sept 27, 2012 20:55:22 GMT -8
I'm getting weaker.
It's almost imperceptible, but it's there. I haven't had a chance yet to find and meet with the Doctor. He promises some...miracle cure. I hope he's right. What little his letter tells me is that it's something like Kemo therapy...on steroids. Of course, i assume that means the healing effects are drastic. So... I wonder if the side effects will be similar? I know the doc would never try and hurt me- it goes against his nature.
But something in the way he wrote "Possible permanent damage" makes me feel a little...sick. Sicker than I already feel. At least it hasn't reached the point of being outwardly obvious. I hope....I at least have a few more weeks left before that. Enough to put someone else in charge. At least....temporarily. While I recover...
If...if I recover.
I sure as hell hope the Doc gets back to me soon.
Sickness I can deal with. It's the waiting I hate.
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OOC:
Due to Illness, -2 Exp from every physical stat.
-1 exp from all mental stats. Charisma unaffected.
Current physical and mental status:
Strength: 99
Dexterity: 98
Constitution: 98
Intelligence: 99
Wisdom: 99
Charisma:100
Will continue posting here at Random intervals.
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Post by David B. on Oct 18, 2012 19:03:11 GMT -8
He tells me it can heal. But it's painful.
I understand. Pain has never been a deterrent for me. It's merely a side effect of success.
Ive decided to begin training again. I feel my strength returning. There is a stabbing, nervous pain spreading outward from my chest. I'm not really even nervous, or feeling a certain way about it. Still, I know I can't let it hold me down. I've suffered worse- far worse than this for my well being. I'll survive- somehow, I always manage to. I'll have to make sure nobody leaves me behind in the race for physical supremacy. I can't have that.
Of course, I'm at a disadvantage. Everyone else sits and stockpiles tools that add to their strength. Don't they realize this is only a weakness? That it will make them forget their real strength in light of the artificial? But, then again, when has anyone cared about where power comes from so long as they have it.
Whatever. It's still pleasing to me to know that without their gear, I stand on top. Even Leon himself would be hard pressed to fight me. Someday, I'll make him show me the real Leon. The one without those toys. And then- then we will fight as men should.
On to other topics- I yelled at Olesya today. I hurt her. I wonder if she hates me for it, or thinks I betrayed her. God I hope not. I was just so angry....maybe I was too hard on her. She risked so much, and it felt senseless. I just wanted... I dont know. She makes my brain feel thick, and when she touches me my heart pounds in my chest. Its a wonder she didn't feel it when I was carrying her.
The Doctor did well, patching her up. Some idiot with an air-powered pistol shot her. He died, in a rather messy way.
Many have died, it seems, because of him.
But I won't go there tonight. Sleep is calling. Goodnight.
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Post by David B. on Mar 4, 2013 23:38:43 GMT -8
I recieved a letter today.
From my brother.
He went back east, for a short time. Working logistics for a new gang he joined up with. Checking out the situation, managing troops. Hard to imagine him doing that- Damien never was one for theatrics. Strategy. Sure, he was combative. But he never put his head in the game. He didn't really think any of it was worth the effort. Anyway, doesn't really matter. Its the first time i've heard from him in several years. Since before 259, when i was still Captain at my old school. His writing improved. Seemed very...professional.
Made me do some digging- check out where he was. Why he was there.
Turned out, he joined Barker.
Though short, his letter detailed to me one thing. He needs me. Needs my help. He's gotten in thick, using the last name "monsour" to avoid the hazard that comes with my last name. That was the key- that it was a hazard. Barker wouldn't be fooled though- as soon as he saw him, he'd take him. His blood. Start his fucking experiments- so i've been left with a choice. Leave, to help my brother and the only blood relative I have been able to locate on what is left of this earth- or abandon him, in order to keep up to par this resistance I have built with my bare hands. I thought about asking for advice, But in recent weeks, i've been forced into deciding for myself. Luckily, it was made easier by Amtrums eagerness to take on more duty- he helped show me the gang can probably survive under his wing. It'll be different, for them, I know. My hand is firm, but patient. Steady. Unpredictable, yes, but always methodical and keeping to the standard we have come forward with.
Mathew and Leon will be a little more.... Impatient, I think. They both feel that Barker should be and will be nipping at their heels like a rabid dog. They simply don't give enough credit to both the strength and intelligence of a human being who can take over the planet in a week. They feel...invincible, and their strategy will reflect that. I only hope they don't lose everything I have worked so hard to build...
Still, i have to trust them with it. Though sometimes he is....over-eager, Mathew is a good man, despite what he tried to stuff down peoples throats. He uses fear, respect, and intimidation to make out like he doesnt give much of a damn and just wants Barker dead, but if that were the case he wouldn't be trying to hard to take back territory and make the people feel better about life and get taken care of.
Oh well- let him keep his secrets. He'll need all he can now thar he's running the show.
I'm going to help my brother. I have to. He's all i've got and I need to protect him- I can't do that by always worrying about the Dragons. Worrying that they will be safe, win their next battle, or become overrun by Barkerians. I have to...set aside the Elder, and allow them to walk a new path under The Earth Dragons strength.
Come tomorrow, I'll no longer be a Dragon, an Elder of our gang. I'll be packing before tenuring my resignation before the other two Elders. They will lead now.
Sure, i'll still be a named- nobody can take that from me, even in death. The Storm Dragon is who i'll always be. But they will exist outside of me, and I will be alone. I have no choice. I MUST find Damien, and bring him back to safety. Maybe then we can live like our parents would have wanted.
God, I hope he's alright.
Lets hope the other Elders are understanding- i'd hate to kick their asses into seeing my point.
I'm heading to bed- my wrist is starting to hurt. I'll write more tomorrow. Night.
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Post by David B. on Mar 21, 2013 0:23:37 GMT -8
It's been a few weeks since I left. They seem to be doing great. Mathew has really stepped up, just like I knew he would. He had been busy with Bastille so, I understand.
Speaking of which, she came to see me. Said she needed to be mathews slave or something but that she always loved me. Kissed me too. Left shorty after- it's odd. I should feel a sense of loss but I don't. I guess her required slavery of self just made me realize I can't save her from everything, and I wouldn't want her while she thought like she does anyway. Hopefully she will come to expect that her life, all life, is precious and worth saving or living. That in the end it's her life, she should rise up and live it.
Well- news from my brother. Mitsuki has joined up with me, and we picked up a girl too. Kira. Little spot of fire has us on edge. They took her from us, and tomorrow we work to take her back. In the end, I think, we will keep her. Mitsuki thinks of her as her own, even called her by name. Nothing crazy just... Has a need to protect. Not like i'll stop her, i'm just grateful for the company.
Anyway, lets hope we lve through this. I'll write more tomorrow, I should get some rest.
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Post by David B. on Jun 24, 2013 20:43:46 GMT -8
An Ode to the Man Who Was
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
David stared at the clock, at the thin hand that moved second by second by second. Around him, the nursing home flourished with life. Nothing was broken. People were rushing about with the vitality of a living, breathing society. New people came in, some went out. The older in years walked about the place, some in wheelchairs, others using walkers and some canes. An older lady by the front door was balding only a little in the back, and when she spoke with the nurses, she repeated herself several times.
"Who who who who is is here? Who who who who-"
"It's alright Margaret, lets get you back to your room."
David watched her walk, the thin folds of skin on her arms pocket marked with patches of darker brown and sometimes cream colored from age. He folded one leg over the other as he leaned back in the chair, turning his eyes to the roof, to the low-emission bulbs. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. He brought his gaze to the front desk, to the forty year old trying to figure out which room his father was placed in. He was dressed in a thin striped suit, flat leather dress shoes crisply polished and offering the faint scent of smoothing oil. David listened to the man, who spoke of his father with some admiration.
"He loved fishing, and...haha...and candies. Quite the sweet tooth on my old man...."
David chewed his lip before turning his eyes away to picking on the dirt under his fingernail.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Ti-
Silence.
Silence.
David turned his eyes up to the clock on the wall. The hand had stopped. His eyebrows drew down. Standing, he walked toward it. The background was white, with black numbers. He scratched his head, turning in preparation of informing the nurse, when he jumped- there was an old man standing a foot in front of him. He had only wisps of hair left of his head, scattered in disarray. Deep bags were lifted under his eyes, and the ramshackle robe hanging off his bone thin frame reminded him nothing so much as a rug hanging in an Indian fruit market. David took a half step back before the man spoke.
"He lived a good life, son."
His voice was weak and old, but his words seemed to strike a cord. David gave him a confused frown.
The old man gave a sad smile.
"Everyone dies, David. The key is to live the best you can before it happens. And he did- I know it. Learn by example, kid. Everyone dies."
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David jerked awake, sitting up in bed as the blanket slid off his torso and down to his waist. He brought a hand up to his chest, feeling the pounding throom under his breastbone indicating his elevated heartbeat. He brought the hand down to prop himself up in bed a moment before plopping back onto the pillow, eyes on the ceiling.
'What the-?'
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Post by David B. on Oct 2, 2013 16:20:23 GMT -8
I got called on today.
Outside my door was the Sky Force, and several other men, about twenty. They said they were moving in next door, and wanted to help me rebuild the neighborhood. Not that I don't appreciate it, I just hope they can keep up with their work for Les as well.
They are good people...just a little overzealous, I think. I have to wonder if maybe I should have just kept a house in the territory. Might have helped to wean them off the teat, I think.
Ah well. Too late for that.
Spoke to Les, and Kiyr.
More on that later.
Sleep time now.
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