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 Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 6:05 am
It takes time
To heal the wounds I've made along the way
If I'm blind
Open my eyes 'cause I need to see again Ҝμӧηɨ Kuoni woke up after a few minutes laying on the ground in extreme pain and exhaustion. He was so tired after the work out today, but he wanted to do more still so he could maybe compete in the tournament and have a chance. He didn't know who would be competing so he never knew how strong he had to be. Still, he wanted to be the best.
Slowly and unsurely, he started getting up on his feet again feeling weaker the more he moved before he sunk back to the ground almost passing out again. He was so torn up and so tired. "Just shoot me," he growled angrily. ☽═━┈┈━═☽ ☾═━┈┈━═☾
㊋ If I can feel again,
Will you tell me now,
Or wait til I'm broken down again,
Save me now,
I'm broken. . .
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 2:27 pm
 ׺°”˜`”°º×
Яɨϵɱ
"Just because you say you are good,
doesn't mean I trust you." "Its okay, it took me a while," he said softly to his sister before he looked back in the direction feeling it drop completely off of his senses before it kind of barely was there like a small breeze of energy that was barely felt unless you focussed your complete attention on. He wiped the blood from his lip before he looked back at his sister and said quietly, "Get the couch ready for someone to lay on. I'll be back." He didn't say anything more before he blasted off the ground slowly at first but then took off like a bullet once he was up a little ways.
It took him only a few minutes to find what he was looking for and what had been bothering him. He landed softly next to the younger saiyan looking at his torn up and burned body realizing that he'd been fighting right away; who was he fight was the real question. He looked down at him seeing him still breathing and back unconscious again before he grabbed him by his leather coat and held him up to his face as he looked him over holding him away from his body seeing the gashes, cuts, bruises, and burns on his body that would probably be needed to taken care of. He didn't like it, but Lyra and his sister would kill him if he didn't take him home to be treated properly.
Nervously, he put him up on his shoulder and launched back up into the air trusting him to stay asleep as he flew rapidly back to them just hoping that he wouldn't break out of control or something. That never happened before, but then again, he'd never taken someone home to be treated for injuries. Riem landed hard on the ground a good distance between the two girls before he walked quietly back to them with the boy over his shoulder still out like a rock and just hanging there as if he was dead. ׺°”˜`”°º× ׺°”˜`”°º×
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 11:07 pm
 ׺°”˜`”°º×ℓץяα׺°”˜`”°º×
☽☼ ϚҔə șəəș ϦΦʈҔ ʈҔə ʅῐɠҔț ᾃɳʠ ʈҔə ʠᾃӷӄɳəșș Φӻ ʈҔə șΦμʅ ʅῐӄə ʈҔΦșə ωҔΦ șəə ɳῐɠҔț ᾃɳʠ ʠᾃӌ☾☼ Lyra sighs gently as he gives into her question, ruining her plans of keeping Namika safe from merely being out of the loop. "I have been feeling a strong soul near-by, which is why I've been losing focus," she explains gently to Namika. When she smells the metalic, salty tang that identifies blood, she frowns gently, worried about Riem. "Please, go to the soul. It is slowly being shrowed in darkness, if there is no intervention, the small light left will be put out," she whispers gently, grasping his arm gently. When he says to get the couch ready, she sighs gently. "Be careful, Riem," she states gently as she feels his bright and wary soul take off. She remains outside to greet him when he gets back, feeling Namika walk back to the house to get the couch ready. She feels him return as Namika walks back out calmly, something clanging about as she rushes over to Riem. She smells even more blood, causing her to shiver gently. She was never good at handling another person being hurt, even if she does enjoy sparing and training her senses.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 11:15 pm
 ☆иαмιкα☆
"Ƞəѵəɍ ɱəșș ϢɨʈҔ ɱӯ ӻȧɱɨʅӯ!" She nods, knowing it takes practice, she is still determined to fix her deficiencies. She watches the emotions pass over his face, sighing gently when he wipes the blood off of his lip. Yeah, he is going to go check up on the energy and soul that they are sensing. "Alright," she replies when she is given the order to prepare the couch to be laid on. She walks back to the house, taking the jacket and nice things off the couch, fluffing up the pillow that could be used to support a head or something. She nods at her handiwork, it being easy enough to do. When finished with that, she grabs the first aid kit from the bathroom and walks back outside to wait for Riem. She doesn't have to wait for long as Riem lands a bit away, holding a boy on his back that was hanging out as if dead. But, she knows better than that, that her brother wouldn't lug back a person who was dead so as to not traumatize her. So, she rushes over, looking over their new guest. "What can I do?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 3:35 am
׺°”˜`”°º×
Яɨϵɱ
"Just because you say you are good,
doesn't mean I trust you." Riem looked over at his sister when she approached him and shrugged slightly. "I don't know, I'm not a doctor," he said softly before he added, "I don't want you talking to him or messing with him though until I know who he is. I don't think he's completely a good guy." He shivered slightly at his own words with them tasting like dirt in his mouth after just saying that. He brought someone back to the house that was potentially dangerous. Lyra told him to though to save what little was good in him still. He looked at the unconscious boy noticing that he looked more like a rebel than a fighter since he wore no martial arts markings like he did when he wore his uniform he normally trained in.
"I know what you and I know what we are getting ourselves into," he said to Lyra quietly. He didn't really like this saiyan already, but what was he going to do about it. He walked inside without another word before he laid the guy down on the couch easily supporting his body so he didn't get hurt worse later. He sighed and straitened back up looking at the boy before he knelt down next to him and pulled his ruined coat off and laying it on the coffee table being slightly careless before he removed his scuffed black boots. He felt his face softly before he sighed and said, "You want to do something, Namika? Get be a basin of cold water and a washcloth." ׺°”˜`”°º× ׺°”˜`”°º×
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 10:14 pm
☆иαмιкα☆
"Ƞəѵəɍ ɱəșș ϢɨʈҔ ɱӯ ӻȧɱɨʅӯ!" She sighs softly, thinking that he would have the answers since he patched her up so many times. Besides, he is the one who works at the pharmaceuticals company. When he says to not mess with him since he doesn't know if he's good or bad, she nods despite wanting to say she can handle herself. Besides, she can fight on equal ground with her brother....mostly. She nearly one once, a week ago so that means she's getting really good!
She follows behind, not catching what her brother tells Lyra. She really hates staying out of the loop, has she mentioned that yet? She continues on silently though since she isn't a doctor either. Sure, she can tell you all about micro orginisms and how they tick, but she can't say how to fix a person or even patch them up beyond bruises and minor cuts. She places her hands behind her head, her tail holding the first aid kit tightly as she follows into the house. She can't help but flinch at the injuries the guy has, especially since he is as old as Lyra is and only five years her senior...she thinks anyways. It's hard to tell with Saiyans until they hit their growth spurt/puberty in the middle of their sixteenth year of life and keeps going until their 18th year. When given the order to get the water basin and a washcloth, she nods eagerly. She runs into the bathroom, grabbing said basin and a little washcloth they use on her when she had that really weird fever when she was five. She then comes back into the living room after filling the basin and puts it next to his feet. "Here."
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 10:17 pm
׺°”˜`”°º×ℓץяα׺°”˜`”°º×
☽☼ ϚҔə șəəș ϦΦʈҔ ʈҔə ʅῐɠҔț ᾃɳʠ ʈҔə ʠᾃӷӄɳəșș Φӻ ʈҔə șΦμʅ ʅῐӄə ʈҔΦșə ωҔΦ șəə ɳῐɠҔț ᾃɳʠ ʠᾃӌ☾☼ She listens to the footsteps, the mumbled words that were too far off to be heard clearly. When he walks over though, she hears every word, nodding gently. "I know..thank you," she states gently, knowing how big of a risk they are taking to save the soul of their kinsman. Even before they knew what he was, she couldn't leave the soul to be fully corrupted. She follows behind silently, listening to the duo hurrying about carrying for the young Saiyan(that's her guess anyways, she can't know unless told). "Is there anything that I may do?" she asks, wanting to help the saiyan boy that is clinging to life on their couch.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 4:01 am
׺°”˜`”°º×
Яɨϵɱ
"Just because you say you are good,
doesn't mean I trust you." He took the first aid kit from her and then the basin thankfully. He soaked the washcloth before he rung it out and put it on the kid's forehead--at least kid in his mind. He opened the box finding a second washcloth and used it to clean out his wounds as he bandaged him up quietly. He wasn't sure how he was truly doing other than he was probably in some serious pain and exhausted. He looked up at Lyra before he shrugged. "I don't know, he's in pretty bad shape. I'm just trying to get what I can tell get taken care of," he looked up at her before back down at him figuring he might as well explain the saiyan to her.
"He's a saiyan guy probably no more than five years older than Namika, so he's probably about sixteen. He's maybe three or four inches shorter than me wearing all black, ruined gloves, and a ruined leather jacket. He's covered in gashes, bruises, abrasions, burns. What ever he was doing it seems like intensive training," he described to her hoping that would give her an idea of something to do or at least who their new guest in the house was. ׺°”˜`”°º× ׺°”˜`”°º× [
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 6:28 pm
☆иαмιкα☆
"Ƞəѵəɍ ɱəșș ϢɨʈҔ ɱӯ ӻȧɱɨʅӯ!" Namika sits by patiently watching, tail twitching back and forth every once in a while after it is relieved from the box, showing her slight annoyance. She wasn't very useful here, and it upsets her since she can't learn how to help instantly. She listens to the description of the saiyan boy, nodding at how accurate he is. She watches as she walks over, running her hands gently over the boy, looking for anything she can do. Well, that's her guess at least since she can't really read everything about her friend and future sister.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 6:35 pm
׺°”˜`”°º×ℓץяα׺°”˜`”°º×
☽☼ ϚҔə șəəș ϦΦʈҔ ʈҔə ʅῐɠҔț ᾃɳʠ ʈҔə ʠᾃӷӄɳəșș Φӻ ʈҔə șΦμʅ ʅῐӄə ʈҔΦșə ωҔΦ șəə ɳῐɠҔț ᾃɳʠ ʠᾃӌ☾☼ She listens to the description of the boy, picturing the details in her mind. When he finishes with the description, she walks closer to the boy, thinking of him as such despite knowing he was most likely around her own age. She takes away his shirt, feeling his ribs for any breaks. During the times where they were away, either at work or school respectively, she trained herself in ways of healing and how to tend to wounds. She feels for any breaks in bones as her hands carefully scour the boy's body.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 1:11 pm
It takes time
To heal the wounds I've made along the way
If I'm blind
Open my eyes 'cause I need to see againҜμӧηɨ Kuoni started sturring slightly and moaned loudly trying to turn away from her as he felt her hands against his badly broken ribs and cuts on his body. He opened one eye slowly noticing the blind woman, Riem's sister and then Riem where he narrowed his eyes angrily before he snarled and put his face against the back of the couch before his body relaxed again and he was unconcious completely again. ☽═━┈┈━═☽ ☾═━┈┈━═☾
㊋ If I can feel again,
Will you tell me now,
Or wait til I'm broken down again,
Save me now,
I'm broken. . .
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 1:24 pm
׺°”˜`”°º×
Яɨϵɱ
"Just because you say you are good,
doesn't mean I trust you." Riem looked up at Lyrax as she felt his injured body before he flinched hearing him moan loudly. He narrowed his eyes tensing up incase he was to attack, but he relaxed again when he passed back out. "He's got broken ribs alright," he grumbled before he looked over at his sister. "Here, dab his forehead with this, he's got a terrible fever," he said calmly before he got up and walked into the kitchen getting nervous about him. He didn't like him really, he had the eyes of a cold fighter. He didn't really want his siter around him or his future wife for that matter. ׺°”˜`”°º× ׺°”˜`”°º×
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 5:52 pm
☆иαмιкα☆
"Ƞəѵəɍ ɱəșș ϢɨʈҔ ɱӯ ӻȧɱɨʅӯ!" She watches the boy's reaction to the probing fingers of Lyra, tensing when he awoke. But, she relaxes once he is again unconscious thanks to pain, most likely. When told to dab his forhead with the washrag, she nods gently, taking the damp cloth. She walks over closer to the couch, crouching as she dips the rag into the cool water before gently dabbing his head with it. Her brother is right, he is really cool! (Saiyan's run a 'high' temperature unless sick, so their fevers make them luke warm instead of the natural furnaces they are).
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 5:56 pm
׺°”˜`”°º×ℓץяα׺°”˜`”°º×
☽☼ ϚҔə șəəș ϦΦʈҔ ʈҔə ʅῐɠҔț ᾃɳʠ ʈҔə ʠᾃӷӄɳəșș Φӻ ʈҔə șΦμʅ ʅῐӄə ʈҔΦșə ωҔΦ șəə ɳῐɠҔț ᾃɳʠ ʠᾃӌ☾☼ Lyra listens and feels his various reactions to her probbing fingers, shushing him soothingly as he begins to react in a hostile nature. When he passes out once again, she takes in a calming breath, summoning her aura to her hands. She places her hands onto his ribcage carefully, her soothing aura seeping into his body and begins to meld the ribs back together in their proper places.
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