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Post by Avice Locke on Mar 30, 2019 16:25:49 GMT -8
She fell sleep on the floor and woke when she was certain and aware of herself eyes were fully healed empty sockets they still hurt and her lids hardly knew what to do with themselves. She could senses things if she tried but everything else was numb she felt no torrent within her and no chill to knaw at her fingertips. She was in her own black void except... There were things here that she kept banging her knees on.
She ventured to the bathroom and would turn on the water and undress she was covered in blood and gods know what... She would sit in the tub as the shower poured. It felt easier too feel around for things this way. She fought to figure out little things like how much soap she was pouring into her hands how to keep water from her empty eyes, how to tell if she was actually clean or not. It was difficult and she second guessed so much. As she lathered her body she felt her new scars. Her healing factor wasn't regeneration... Just healing. So even as she could use her mythic diamond to close her wounds and get her moving once more. She was covered in the scars of her own making. She tried to find what she was able to use. She felt energies in tritail's crystal and she could sense a few Qi's drawing near her quarters. Some seemed uncertain as to what to do. She couldn't muster any Qi to move quicker, stronger, harder, all she could feel was the prota and barker abilities she gained... The artificial Qi's were all she had left... Every thing else was taken to what felt like the otherside of the world.
However, she was alive which was more than she could ask for. More than she might deserve as some might have said. So much did not make sense in that horrible trip. She was also back to square one on helping Leon escape. With no way to contact him she was disappointed in herself and those were his eyes she destroyed. Oh what a waste. Surely he'll regret giving them to her. Surely... She would sense people coming close and she would feel her way to her clothes and throw on what she might grab first. To be at least half way decent when they came to check up on her.
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Post by Drake on Mar 30, 2019 16:54:52 GMT -8
Drakes eyes snapped open suddenly. He would shoot straight up and leap out of the bed. Eck would be confused and eck at him.
"Somethings... I don't know. Something happened. I can feel it."
He wound rush to get dressed.
"Stay here. I'll be back."
With that Drake would rush over to the source of the strange feeling. Recognizing these living quarters as being Avice's. Drake didn't like the possible implications as he banged on the door.
"Hey! Smurfette! You in there?! Are you ok?!"
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Post by Drake on Mar 30, 2019 17:16:56 GMT -8
The silence pit Drake in red alert as he kicked in the door. His eyes would turn yellow as he bit his thumb bringing forth a blood and bone spear. He would charge through the opening... only to see Avice sitting there, no longer blue, instead she looked pale, almost dead even... A leg going through a hole in her Jean legs, those Jean's were officially ruined, and her top... was not only backwards but was completely transparent which was only bad when combined with the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. This didn't matter to Drake at all. What did though was the attempt she had made to cover her eyes, and the almost completely defeated look she had about her. Drake turned off his battle ready mode and instead approached Avice slowly.
"Hey... are... are you ok? Avice?"
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Post by Avice Locke on Mar 30, 2019 17:23:19 GMT -8
She froze when she felt him near and it was like a deer in headlights but she wasn't looking at him. How could she have? With his steps make her ear followed him where he might be.
"I've made yet... another mistake." her voice was probably even more dead than she looked. It was hardened and monotoned. "You... you told me so. I figure that might save you breath."
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Post by Drake on Mar 30, 2019 17:35:28 GMT -8
Drake didn't like that response. He would promptly turn around and go back to the door. Fixing it back in place. Then he would turn around and walk back to Avice.
"Come with me."
He would say insistently but not forcefully. It was soft and gentle but still determined. Then he would gently grab her hand, and if she allowed, he would guide her back to her room. He would then lead her to take a seat on her bed and start rummaging through her clothes. He would proceed to pull out an entire outfit for her, it was definitely her style, too bad she wouldn't be able to see it.
"I've placed some clothes on your bed, including some underwear, because going commando isn't sexy it's just bad hygiene. Everything on your bed is face down, meaning all you have to do is face the clothes and put then on and nothing will be put on backwards or inside out. I'll give you some privacy to change. We can talk after."
With that Drake would step out of the room and close the door behind him. He would however stand at the door like a bouncer. Right now, Avice was someone else that was in a fragile state and needed to be protected. He had seen many of the girls at the brothel deal with depression, and many other debilitating mental conditions after... bad experiences. Avice looked to be in just such a state and Drake refused to turn his back on someone dealing with such negativity.
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Post by Avice Locke on Mar 30, 2019 17:44:01 GMT -8
She took his hand and was a bit confused with his gesture. She was hardly unsure if this was Drake that was helping her. She felt relieved he didn't start anything... she was prepared for a lot, but not this new side of drake. She hardly could make sense of it.
However, she stood and felt around for the clothes he told her about. she then undressed and let those clothes fall where they would. She did her best trying to dress a bit slower and pay more attention to the clothes she was holding. When that was all said and done there was more feeling around for the door so that she would exit and try to figure out what happens next.
She was able to feel what he picked out somewhat. they were warmer and more whole. They smelled the least worn, some of her nicer garments no doubt. Feeling the sleeves and the fit on the jeans she would make sense of which articles of clothes she owned. she felt more secure and modest no doubt.
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Post by Drake on Mar 30, 2019 17:57:51 GMT -8
When the door open behind he turned around and reached out to take her hand and guide her back to the couch. Letting her sit back down. He too would find another chair and sit. In his search for a chair however he saw what looked like the scene if a massacre. Blood and flesh were all over the floor of her kitchen area. That combined with the numerous scars on her... he would take a seat facing Avice.
"What happened?"
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Post by Avice Locke on Mar 30, 2019 18:20:29 GMT -8
"I know you don't believe me... but your Father and I are... were..." She was having issues finding what to say maybe she wasn't ready to talk about it. A realistic explanation was hard to make. Explaining herself seemed to be the best thing she could think of. She was working through the emotions as best as she could but she felt like Blaze still had her in pieces, Asiv still had her brains scattered across the floor, and her insides were still rolling within her body.
"I am not bright, nor have I grown up proper, I've had to deal with shit on my own and if I came out alive that means something was done right... lately, I realize that is not the case. Just because you come out alive does not mean you did not step over others to save your own skin. More so, I have grown to realize that as I take risks and put trust in others... It has come to the point it is costing me more... and more... I was ready to tell myself since I no longer have just myself to think about, I would think about Derik and what I wanted for him. Well, I wanted to protect him first and foremost and if I can't leave this place without having the confidence to do just that... then it's not enough. Now... Raikotsu requested something for me and I have no idea what became of it nor what it was supposed to do... but it just tore me through a blender and I was being attacked by my own mind, body, and eyes. I made a choice to come out of there alive, I made yet another choice to break a promise and crush the eyes I was given so that I could wake up and be here. I have no Qi and no sight, but I did not die in a pool of drugs leaving Derik alone without me to be used, fooled, or neglected."
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Post by Drake on Mar 30, 2019 18:48:49 GMT -8
Drake remained silent, choosing not to make any snarky remarks. When Avice finished speaking he would ponder a moment before speaking himself.
"You never should've listened to Raikotsu. No matter what he was to you... However, that being said. I think you made the right choice and I applaud you for it. Dying for the sake of keeping your word is beyond foolish. Especially when it would mean abandoning your child. You were put in a shit situation. But you came out alive. Now, learn from this experience and grow stronger. Trust no one, no matter who they are. Take everything with a grain of salt. Look out for you and your own first and foremost. Then if you have anything more you wish to give up for someone else, that's on you."
Drake would get up and find a bin for trash and a mop and bucket and begin cleaning the gore.
"I won't say I told you so... but I do hope you now understand me a bit more when I say I will not forgive the Dragons."
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Post by Avice Locke on Mar 30, 2019 19:04:42 GMT -8
"I am trying Drake, I really am... but now I am weaker for it... physically without anything. and I've broken not yet another promise. I hate that I keep doing that. I've always been one to pay debts and keep my promises. and yet..." she shrugged her shoulders. "Its failed... I am back where I started."
She shook her head. "I always understood, I've just not seen them as Dragons in a while, I've been seeing them as men who occasionally act like Dragons..." she heard the noises and him walk away. "What are you doing?"
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Post by Drake on Mar 30, 2019 20:37:39 GMT -8
"PAH!"
Drake would exclaim.
"You're only weak if you consider yourself to be weak! I don't care what you've lost, if it was that important to you then find away to get it back, and if it was only a means to an end then find a new way to gain strength. The only time you fail in life is when you don't get back up after life has knocked you down. I understand that you're in a dark place right now, and that you will want to wallow in self misery, I will not stop you from doing so. But know this. If you plan on protecting that child of yours, you better find your way out of that slump and work yourself back into shape. If not for you, then do if for Derik. It would be even more foolish to make the sacrifice you did for the sake of taking care of him only to drop the ball now."
Drake would be picking up the torn flesh off the ground putting it in the waste bin and he would then begin scrubbing and wiping up the blood.
"As for what I'm doing, I'm taking care of mine."
Avice may not be one of his companions, or even a friend, after tonight, or even before tonight. But right now, in this moment, he considered her to be just as important as any one of the girls he grew up with. So he was taking care of her as he would any one of them.
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Post by Avice Locke on Mar 30, 2019 20:58:42 GMT -8
His exclamation startled her to sit up a bit more. But she relaxed and leaned over to scratch her forehead feeling a strange scar there she had missed while showering. which she made a face wincing at the memory.
"I hardly say that I am in a slump... down on my luck but my plans have not changed." She really kept fiddling with her new face scar. "Yes I am self-wallowing... but for fuck sakes, I went through some shit. Erik, Asiv, The Punk, Blaze... my faceless father!" she brought both of her hands to her chest and started rotating them as she made her list of faces. "They were just fucking tearing into me, until I was tearing into me. How can I come out of that without feeling like shit? Now I am just here trying to make sense of it all and trying to decide not to make sense of it at all because what is done is done. I think I am taking a step forward... and yet... I am not moving."
She remembered it was like that when Leon entered her mindscape how they were walking and walking but not going anywhere.
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Post by Drake on Mar 30, 2019 21:07:08 GMT -8
"Like I said, feeling like shit in this moment is completely acceptable. But if you ask me. You aren't taking a step forward. You're sitting there wondering, and asking yourself, how to take a step forward. Stop thinking so damn much. Just take the fucking step, and figure out where you going while moving. If you sit and ask yourself where you should go all day, you'll end up going no where. There is a reason babies learn to move before they learn to speak. Because it is more important to explore and learn than it is to sit and ask questions."
He would say as he started scrubbing away at a particularly hard stain.
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Post by Avice Locke on Mar 30, 2019 21:24:07 GMT -8
"You are telling me I am over thinking, Erik was telling me I was hardly thinking at all." Referring to the delusion she had witnessed. "It really just feels like I am damned if I do or damned if I don't. Maybe I've been doing it wrong this whole time... fucking short cuts or whatever."
Hearing the scrubbing she felt a bit of guilt, she would stand and feel her way closer to where the sound would come from and sit back on the floor fairly without trouble. "Would you like some help?"
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Post by Drake on Mar 30, 2019 21:34:04 GMT -8
Drake paused to think a moment.
"Maybe I should change my wording then. It's not that you are thinking to much, and more like... you doubt your actions or possible actions to the point of inaction, and then you rush to find the quickest way to get something done because you feel rushed to finish a task that has taken forever to complete because you didn't do anything about it at first because you were to busy thinking of all the ways you couldn't do it, instead of actually trying to do."
Drake shrugged.
"There is nothing inherently bad about short cuts, but how do you know the path you're taking is a short cut if you've never actually traveled on the road."
Then he would turn to her as came closer, shaking his head.
"If I wanted you to help clean, I wouldn't be cleaning at all. Now, go. Sit."
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