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Post by Avice Locke on Mar 21, 2018 19:35:23 GMT -8
her lips were dry and her body... oh goodness the pain. Her eyes would hardly open and she felt heavy and maybe numb. Trying to move and trying to feel something other than pain while her eyes adjusted. Something was off. She would reach up to rub her eyes but only one hand met her face... she'd peek through blurry eyes and see the condition her body is in. And it took a moment for her to realize her fingers were not moving because there was no hand to move them with she brought her good hand to pass through the air where her arm was supposed to be, where it wasn't. She'd sit up and feel the ache of her body all over and realize a similar sensation to her leg and from where the covers should NOT be sunken in was a missing foot. She was missing not only her dominant hand but her leg from the knee down. She'd lift the nub of her arm her whole body was so tense. She did not feel the weight it should and she hid her quivering lips and turned towards the window just away from the limbs. She couldn't look at them. Just did not want to believe that her body was missing pieces. She was missing pieces...
She couldn't work at the only thing she was good at anymore. Even if she got the extra fake limbs it wouldn't be the same. She'd never be on par with the competition. She'd not make a good soldier now that she'd signed up with Cabal. She'd be dead fucking weight. She'd try to hold back the tears but they just came. Her head pounded in pain and they still came. Her body ached and they still came. It was not for much longer she'd cry herself to sleep again. Her body was just letting go of too much emotion with the shock her body felt. It was as like being in a horrendous car crash. Looking at her mess of curls you'd probably not be able to tell which was in more turmoil, her mind or her body. She'll hear from people "You can do anything you set your mind to!"...Bull shit. It made her sick at the mere thought of it. People looking down on her or pitying her, helping her assuming she needed it like she couldn't live without someone else. She slammed her only fist into one of the bed railings bring her only knee to her chest feeling so off balanced without a pair she was centering herself feeling her bridges crumble and doors slamming in her face. She was mentally collapsing.
She'd blink her eyes open again after an unknown amount of time and realize she wasn't dreaming. She still wasn't actually moving her fingers or toes on her right side. No tears came this time... she hardly knew what to feel; between the anger, fear, grief, and the hopelessness. Literally, she did not have much more than she could carry before... now she couldn't even carry that much. When her mind thought to get emotional about it she strained on that cusp of controlling the tears from coming. She wished she had more painkillers and wondered why no one was getting her something that works.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 21, 2018 19:43:51 GMT -8
He had spent some time after the battle examining the scene. He didn't wish to return to Cabal in the state that he was in until the rest of the group had dispersed. He had his own reasons for that, thankfully his wounds while painful were not overly serious. He had been able to treat them himself, bandaging his arms and chest after applying some healing ointment to his wounds. It would do to keep them from becoming infected, but his body would need to heal on its own. He was in pain, but he was used to it. It was nothing to fret over.
However, his wounds were far from the worst. His partner had been the most severely injured in the battle. A shame, it was a sign that she may not have been on his level. Hardly a surprise, but a disappointment all the same. Still, hope was not lost for her, the wounds while life-changing did not take her life. And that meant that she still had more to give. At least in theory.
He knocked gently on the door to announce his presence before letting himself in. He'd take the silence while he awaited her to acknowledge him to examine her. Missing an arm and a leg. The wounds had been cauterized instantly he assumed considering his own burns. A lucky break or she likely would have been dead before she reached cabal. She may not believe it, but she was quite fortunate to be in the situation she was in.
"So you lived I see."
Charging Jade Dragon Qi use 1/18
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Post by Avice Locke on Mar 21, 2018 20:11:40 GMT -8
She looked up hearing the knocking on the door. Seeing it was Eric she still kept the stoic expression and tried to keep it that way. It was hard to create the willpower to do much else.
"Most of me at least..." She looked at him and his wounds. "You are alright?"
He seemed to be in one piece. She wondered if she did much to help that. Keeping the small fry off his back was something she remembered doing and doing decently well. However, it was not something like this that she would have expected to of happened. Already receiving her wounded soldier award after her first Qi beast. He'd walk away from one unscathed last week... this week he was scathed for sure... her, however, a little more so.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 21, 2018 20:18:37 GMT -8
"My wounds are nothing for concern. I've had worse before you were a gleam in your Father's eye."
He brushed off her concern, reaching up to fix his coat. He'd gone back to his room to change after he eventually made it back to Cabal. Just because he'd been hurt was no reason to go walking around the halls like rustled up garbage. There were standards to meet, and appearances to keep.
"I came by to see if you are quitting our training before we had a chance to start it."
He wasn't sure what he expected her to say. He suspected most people would quit, she was crippled. She can't walk, she can't fight. In her current state there was not a lot she could do.
"If you still think you have what it takes I'll go easy on you and give you a week to recover before we begin."
As opposed to tomorrow.
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Post by David B. on Mar 21, 2018 21:45:37 GMT -8
David entered. Closing the door softly, he wouldn't look over at Eric, instead walking into the room with the his sword still on his hip. His hands were in his jacket and he would proceed to set the folder he held in his left arm down on the table to his left. He'd let out a little hum, and then sigh.
"Well, you're all kinds of fucked up aren't you?"
He tilted his head a little to the side, clearly without bedside manners or reserve when it came to talking to people. He also felt that members of Cabal were not worthy of being treated like glass.
"That's what you get for rushing in, Leroy Jenkins."
He doubted she'd get the reference, but he chuckled at his own joke nonetheless.
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Post by Avice Locke on Mar 22, 2018 4:50:42 GMT -8
She rolled her eyes as he spoke about being an old bad ass but it wasn't against him. She was just, not happy. She'd feel the stump of her arm it was wrapped up good an tight but feeling no arm there just did not feel right to her mind. It was a headache to convince her mind that it was no longer there.
Her gaze narrowed at him. It angered her that she was considering not training. It angered her that he'd be expecting a lot more than she believed she was capable of. "Oi, I'd heal in a week... but..." Still, she felt like her work wasn't done. She wanted truly to keep going. if she had kept one arm or one leg she'd see this being far more realistic. But she couldn't even imagine how she'd be able to use a cane.
It was then that she'd see someone else come in. His words ticked her off, however. Enough that she threw her head back and her nose wrinkles as her lips parted in a snarl before making a reply. Her mouth opened to say all that came to mind but none actually escaped her throat. After a few seconds, a clock ticking in the silence the moment had passed for profanities. She just flopped back on her hospital bed and looked at the two men.
She tossed off the covers and inched to the edge of the bed feeling all the ache of whiplash and bruising coursing her body she felt the one foot touch the cold floor already and she used her one hand holding onto the railing to lift her. She got this far... Letting go of that bar, however... she'd be on the floor. She knew it. Her knuckles turned white gripping the bed rails from frustration and the balance she needed to keep herself upright. She breathed a couple of deep breaths trying not to let her eyes well up, not with them in the room. She felt dizzy realizing this is what she was being reduced to.
"I don't want it... to end like this." The best she'd be able to do is get a wooden set of prosthetics and go through rehabilitation and maybe trek on. Anything better was beyond this gutter rats reach.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 22, 2018 9:06:53 GMT -8
Her frustration was understandable and expected. She'd just gone through intense trauma and in an instant, her whole life had changed. For the worst by most accounts, and worse than that everyone else was walking away from it more or less intact. It had to seem unfair, it had to feel like everything was over and pointless. She seemed about to answer his question when the door opened and David Blaze stepped in which seemed to cut off her words and bring her back on edge.
He hadn't expected command squad to arrive so soon, he had believed they'd let her stew and rest for at least a day before bothering her. It appeared he had misjudged the situation. He'd take a step back, letting David make his stupid jokes, jokes that only he laughed at while he observed the exchange. His left eyebrow lifting as Avice, through sheer force of will, picked herself up and forced herself to stand. She had to use the bed as support, and he doubted she'd last long standing, he could only imagine that she was under an excruciating amount of pain. But she had spirit, he had to grant her that. There was no telling if spirit would be enough, but if his theories were correct. That kind of spirit was required for what he had in mind for her.
"Then don't let it."
Her future was still in her hands.
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Post by David B. on Mar 22, 2018 11:12:11 GMT -8
Those stupid jokes did what he’d hoped they would- got under her skin. Maybe they got under Eric’s skin too- the man was a mystery to him. His mirth would fade almost immediately, dissipating as the woman pulled herself out of bed with a look of determination and words of desire and drive. Eric spoke in kind, and David would offer the smallest of smiles.
“I expected no less.”
He brought his hand over and rested it on the folder, giving it a tap or two in order to draw her attention there.
“We have options for you, should you want to look at them. If you’d rather try your own way with colleagues....that’s an option too. Whatever you choose, you’ll be expected to return to active duty in two weeks time. I have already signed the paperwork.”
He’d push himself to his feet, and turn to start for the door.
“Report to me whatever you decide.”
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Post by Avice Locke on Mar 22, 2018 12:47:52 GMT -8
She exhaled as she sat back on her bed unable to keep herself up any longer it was a chore to pull herself back to the middle of the bed to lean on her pillows. She'd hear the men speak and honestly, she raised her brows with Eric fully interested in what he had to say. Coming to the conclusion that he seemed to be eager already wanting her to return to their intended training because he knew a way that she would be able to. Thinking about it, it does seem ridiculous to make her crawl her way to greater strength on one leg. Hearing David confirm what Eric was saying she'd hone her attention to the folder he left. She would have originally guessed they were her termination papers. Certainly not so.
She'd see him leave when he turned around and hearing that she'd have to go on active duty once again on such short notice. she narrowed her eyes not happy hearing about it. But there was no pity in talk like that. Which made her exhale a bit of relief before getting his attention again. "Oi, Dragon..." if he turned to look at her she'd hold up the only middle finger she had. "Come a fortnight try and stop me from goin' LJ." With a weak and solemn grin for him, she knew she'd be healed then for sure. But whatever these options would be, she'd certainly be concerned with knowing if she'll be used to them by then.
Once he left she'd turn her attention to Eric as well. "Ya came 'ere and wanted to see if I was gonna be willin' to 'elp myself, aye? Ya got to be so cryptic about thin's all the time?" Her voice was low and a little rasp from exhaustion that weak smile remained small as tired and as gloom as she'd be. But she wanted to hear his options while she reached for the folder as well to look through them all. Suppose there was hope after all and it was beginning to bring light back into her eyes. Her answer was simply showing that she'd be willing to try anything if it meant she could get back up and start doing what she loved once again. Her heart was set on adventure and finding out it wasn't over yet... meant the world to her
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Post by David B. on Mar 22, 2018 12:58:56 GMT -8
David turned back at her calling out, eyes sliding over the finger and lips curling into a smirk at her words.
He'd give a little nod.
"I wouldn't dare."
He'd then leave.
/exit
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 22, 2018 13:10:43 GMT -8
He would let Avice and David finish their small little exchange, waiting for David to depart before stepping forward once again. Hands clasped together behind his back, whatever was in the folder seemed to brighten up her mood, and maybe she was feeling like her situation was not as grim as it first appeared. Not quite true, but it was a good place to be in.
"It would hardly say anything about yourself if I came in her with a list of solutions to your problems. My job isn't to fix your problems, nor is it my desire."
Not for its own sake at least. But, fixing this problem could be a byproduct of what he was interested in. Assuming she had what it took for such things. A large assumption, but if she preferred she always had technological options to look into.
"However, I am not willing to discuss such matters here. It's not private."
Maybe he did have to be this cryptic all the time...
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Post by Avice Locke on Mar 22, 2018 13:51:35 GMT -8
She looked up at him from the folder she browsed through and with his suggestion to leave she as not sure exactly how he intended to try something like that. Though she eyed a nearby wheelchair and just cringed at her thoughts. But it was not like anything else could be done if he wanted privacy.
"Then... we might be able to get some air." she pointed to it suggesting they'd be just going for a walk to wherever Eric thought privacy was bountiful
Her cheeks blushed quite red and her brow furrowed. She was asking him to cart her around to grant his request. Unless he had half a mind to carry her she'd assume that would be what needed to be done. To carry her though would be the worst shame in her book but asking him to wheel her about was not any better. She couldn't even look him in the eye she was so mad at the situation she was in.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 22, 2018 13:56:34 GMT -8
"Hmmm?"
He tilted his head ever so slightly. She was an eager little beaver, wasn't she? Well, he couldn't blame her, he'd not want to lay in bed feeling helpless if he could help it. At least this way she would be doing something. He could grant that request.
"I had assumed we would discuss it once you had a chance to rest. But if you wish."
He would wheel the chair over to the edge of the bed, sliding a foot behind one of the wheels to keep it from moving. He'd give her the opportunity to keep her dignity and sit on it without further assistance. Though if that task proved to be too much he'd have no issue picking her up and putting her in the chair. As for if they would be allowed to leave? Well, they could try and stop him.
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Post by Avice Locke on Mar 22, 2018 16:05:39 GMT -8
"I heal quickly... I'm awake which means I'm well rested enough." It wasn't specified how long Avice had been knocked out. Could have been a day or a few since the event. Broken bones of hers usually heal completely in a little more than a day. All she knew was that she still hurt but she wasn't going to die. If he came all the way here to give her what he had and all he knew then she was going to hear him out.
He wheeled the chair over to her the best he could. While in a pair of what might have been a set of lightly colored set of scrubs she was pushing through the ache and pain of her body and pivot with her only foot into it. She was going to have to get used to this. As independent as she was this was going to be apart of her life now. Even if she learned to walk with fake limbs it was not like they'd always be attached. With he toes, she pushed a footrest down and see the way her knee just disappears beneath the cloth of her pants. It still looked so strange and she hated it.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 23, 2018 15:15:49 GMT -8
"I will trust your judgment of your own capabilities then."
He would wait for her to be settled into the chair before he'd begin to wheel her out. He didn't give much thought to the way her clothes fit or didn't fit with the missing leg. The war had taken a lot from people that he'd known and loved. He'd seen countless bodies torn and broken apart. He didn't think much of it anymore, or less of her for it. One couldn't always control what happens to them, but they could control how they dealt with the hands they were dealt. Thus far Avice was playing hers to the best of her ability, and that was something that he could respect.
He had little to say as they walked through the halls and the courtyard, his intention was to wheel her off of Cabal grounds altogether. And if she was content to hold her silence, she would find Eric silent the entire journey off of campus.
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