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Post by Lucian Owens on Mar 31, 2011 19:00:08 GMT -5
Even now in the darkness his eyes saw the peace the park still held. This had been his favorite place as a child, his mother always smiling at him. This was one of his few childhood memories he wanted to keep safe. His fathers funeral had been a somber affair for the most part but even then he found himself smiling. The bastard was dead, he wouldn't have to deal with any more of his enhancements.
Fighting as a soldier was all he had left now, and he was going to do it to the best of his abilities. Looking around though Lucian found himself. Wordering yet again what. The point was anymore, they were no match for any of their enemies and he was simply a foot soldier continuing a war that shouldn't have started. Groaning in frustration he just looked out over the horizon waiting for some sign.
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Post by Raphael on Mar 31, 2011 23:33:50 GMT -5
Itwas safe to say that Raphael was beyond hurt would be an understatement. She really didn't remember how she had managed to escape the cells from being imprisoned by her own kind after torture. In fact, she was still fighting that urge to lie down and sleep and to never wake up. Raphie had made it to the ground, tumbling and falling on her wings, which was never a good thing to do. It took her a moment to pull herself up, her right wing slightly bent and painful. She wasn't going to be flying any time soon.
Standing up in the dirt, the wounds were still there, dirt mixing with the blood. Holes on her hands were the reeds used to be, the cross shaped cut on her forehead was still bleeding a bit, and her left eye was blurred, she couldn't see out of it anymore. Her wing was most likely broken, she barely looked like herself anymore. Yet, she was not defeated.
A small weak smile appeared on her face for a moment seeing the old fountain. She knew exactly where she was. Limping slowly, she moved to sit down on the cold concrete of the fountain, not even seeing that anyone was around, let alone a human. She gently pulled her wing to her looking at it, slowly she pulled the bone back into place, with a small cry, and examining it. This was going to be a long night. |
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Post by Lucian Owens on Mar 31, 2011 23:46:06 GMT -5
The sound of a body hitting the ground tore him out of his maze of memories. In an instant he raised his M16 searching the park looking for the intruder. His eyes rested on a woman, gorgeous but badly beaten. Lowering his gun he approached her until he saw the wings. An Angel. He raised the gun again slowly approaching the woman, but she didn't respond to his movements. Looking at her he saw all the injuries, her broken wing. She was in bad shape, and now that she was here she was at risk.
"Excuse me, do you have any idea where you are? What the hell happened to you?" He rushed in with the questions not even thinking about a proper response until his mouth closed. Clenching his jaw he groaned, his mother would have be upset if she knew he had done that, even to an enemy, "Forgive the questions, but would you like some help, that is as long as you don't kill me first?"
His gun remained raised waiting for the attack to come at him, his senses on alert waiting for the trap to be sprung. There is no way this was simply coincidence. She was a decoy in the latest assault, but he would be damned to ignore the obvious injuries she had covering her body.
Lucian don't be an idiot. This is a trap, if you give her any leeway she will trap you and kill you. It is always what they do. They don't think humans can take care of themselves. We are the weaker race and have to be removed so that they can rule. Why risk it to save her, she is just another one of their decoys. Nothing important.
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Post by Raphael on Apr 1, 2011 0:03:30 GMT -5
It was obvious that she was in bad shape, the cut on her forehead was more of a burn on her face than anything. She had lost a bit too much blood, and now she couldn't fly back to her home in the cabin that was located in the middle of the woods. She couldn't walk there, it was way too risky. It was true, with her medical knowledge she will be able to heal most of her wounds over time, but there would still be a cross shaped scar on her head, and she most likely won't be able to see out of her injured eye. Yet, if she didn't get some treatment soon, Raphael would most likely die before any of that happened.
It was then the man who had approached her had spoken. She didn't know he was there, and even his voice startled her. Raphie's head snapped up, and all she saw was the gun. The human had a gun, and the fact that she had just gone through torture, she was still a bit on the edge. Her wings expanded as she whimpered some. Her eyes looked at him a bit with fear, as she tried to take off. Yet, with her broken wing, it only made her tumble backwards into the empty fountain basin. Slowly, her grey eyes peered over the edge, her lavender wings slightly above her.
“Could you not point that thing at me? I really hate guns..” She said softly, her voice still a bit raspy. “You're human right? Hunting my kind.. her eyes searched around. There isn't any more angels around are there...? It took me so long to escape from them, I don't want to go back. Would rather you shoot me with that stick you are holding than go back at the moment..” She rambled, her head still not right. She peeked up from the basin slowly. “They did this to me. Because I stand for coexistence..” |
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Post by Lucian Owens on Apr 1, 2011 0:24:25 GMT -5
His eyes widened at her words, she stood for coexistence and she was tortured by her own kind? She was an angel they fought to kill his kind, hell before they came he was poked and prodded so that the humans could stand a chance against the vampires and werewolves. He was no longer human, not like he was as a child, not like when he was an innocent. Damn his father for all the pain he now had to suffer.
"Sorry, you can't help a soldier for being cautious. I wouldn't exactly classify myself as Human anymore, not for the last thirteen years anyway. My loving father turned me into a monster, I didn't get to chose what I was going to do in the war. " Clenching his jaw again he wanted to just shoot himself in the foot. Why was he acting like a fool in front of this woman.
Maybe you want someone else to know that you hate the life you lead, besides the good parts like knowing how to handle a weapon and first aid. Though the fact that a paper cut could kill you if not taken care of is a bit of a downer.
Shaking his head he replaced the safety on his M16 before swinging it back onto his back. Moving closer to her he removed one of his messenger bags and took out one of his first aid kits. "Do you want some help lass? I know a thing or to about patching up injuries, I have to being what I am.... Not that you really need to know that anyway. The name is Lucian, and you are?"
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Post by Raphael on Apr 4, 2011 15:56:27 GMT -5
The encounter with the angels, had made her a bit on edge, and sort of messed with her personality. Usually in this case she was not fearful at all, and would have moved from the basin of the fountain to shake the mans hand. However, the combination of her pain and injures made her a bit afraid. After all, the man was very tall, way tall for a human, even though he claimed to be one. He was a good foot and four inches taller than her smaller stature. So there she remained, sitting in the fountain with her eyes still peering over the ledge.
Her head slightly tilted as he tried to explain himself. So he was human, but not so human now? Raphael didn't really understand. He looked and smelled human. The only thing she noticed that he was taller. Apparently though, he was made to look like that for the war. Something she was trying to end with little fighting as possible. She wanted peace, and yet here she was talking to one of the soldiers. “You don't look like a monster. A bit tall for a human, but if you would get rid of that stick, then you would look completely human to me. ” Raphie replied, yet made no movement to get up yet.
Raphie only moved from where she was hiding when he had put the gun away. She slightly sat up, although stayed in the same spot, her eyes still watching him. A part of her was still curious on what exactly he was, but knew it would be terribly impolite to ask. However, as he took a step closer with his first aid kit, she tried to move backwards, falling on her behind against the statue of the fountain. She wasn't really expecting him to move, and it took her by surprise, her heart pounding a bit. However, as soon as she saw that he was trying to help, she slowly moved towards him the best she could.
“I might be able to patch up my hand or wing, but there is a substance I need to clean out the powder residue left in the other cuts. Otherwise it will keep eating at my skin and it won't heal.. ” She tried to explain, reaching out for his kit, wanting to take it to tend her own self instead of the other way around. Raphael slightly snatched the kit from his hand, rummaging around to find something to stitch the wounds on her knuckles, but was having trouble with only being able to use one hand. It frustrated her so much that she failed to tell him her own name. |
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Post by Lucian Owens on Apr 5, 2011 0:12:47 GMT -5
When she spoke of a certain substance to remove the powder and residue in her other cuts he was concerned. Was there something that could keep the cuts of anyone in the the same kind of shape she was in or was this something that only affected Angels? Even so it worried him. His kind would do anything to get their hands on it and modify it so that they would gain the upper hand in the war.
Even as he approached her she snatched the kit from his hands in an instant his training caused him to draw a gun on the enemy. Growling at himself he apologized for the habit. Then he watched her try to bandage her injured hand. Sighing a little he slowly approached her after he removed all of his weapons, keeping them close enough to access in a hurry but far enough away to show her he meant her no harm.
"Please let me help you with that." He asked though he didn't wait for an answer as he slowly took the needle and thread away from her and began carefully stitching the wounds, after he gently cleaned them with an alcohol swap, on her knuckles. Making sure they were tiny and close to each other so as not to leave any scars if possible. As he finished he took out some gauze and gently wrapped each knuckle in the material to help avoid infection. Once he was finished he placed a soft kiss over each knuckle.
Then he looked at her wing and then back at her, "Umm... I am good at first aid, but I haven't had to help an angel before... Your kind technically wants to kill me normally. Just tell me what to do and I can finish it up or I can look for the substance you need, if it is close at least." He said softly to her hoping he didn't scare her, though he really wanted to know her name he didn't push for that.
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Post by Raphael on Apr 5, 2011 22:46:45 GMT -5
As if she could tell by the way he was thinking, she knew he was curious about the powder. Her head didn't look up as she continued to try to fix her hand on her own. “It is a solid compound. Concentrated acidic powder that only reacts when in contact with a liquid. In this case, blood. It works on any race, but it is a rare powder that cannot be mass produced, therefore angels can't use it as a war weapon, but something used to torture..” Raphael tried to explain, looking up at nothing for a second, trying to push her mind back to the pain she had went through before looking back down at her head. “A pain in the ass to heal by a medical professional like me..”
Raphie's eye caught the sight of him pulling the gun when she had snatched the first aid kit, causing her to move back away from him, her heart pounding. It wasn't as if she wanted to kill him or anything. She was curious about him but also a bit frightened and cautious about it. Even though she stood for coexistence, she really didn't know who she could trust, especially since she was all on her own out here. Her own kind wanted to kill her, as well as the other races. She was truly an outcast.
She wanted to protest when he wanted to help. After all, she really didn't know him. Did he even know how to patch up wounds? He must have, considering it was a nice first aid kit he was carrying. Her head tilted down to watch what he was doing, before she finally spoke again. “Raphael.. that is my name. Mostly people call me Raphie though..” She finally answered his question, her eyes looking back to study him. Why was someone like him helping her? There had to be motive behind it, didn't it? It confused her even more when he had kissed each of her knuckles, slowly withdrawing her head after that, her gray eyes not leaving his face.
The man known as Lucian was trying to help fix her up, which still made her all the more confused. “Why are you trying to help me? I do not understand. I might stand for coexistence, but you said yourself that you are a soldier. Why didn't you capture me and bring me to your superiors instead? I'm sure that's what anyone would have done. Besides, the powder to help heal me is back at my cabin, which is sort of close by I guess. My wing will be fine, just can't fly for a couple of days... and I'm rambling..” Her cheeks turned a bit pink after she realized that she was talking too much. She bite her lip looking at him. “Sorry.. I guess I'm talking too much because I haven't anyone to talk to in a long while.”
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Post by Lucian Owens on Apr 6, 2011 0:18:03 GMT -5
Lucian looked at her carefully as she told him she had a medical background and about the powdered substance. So it couldn't be weaponized at least not yet. He sighed knowing his father would have loved to prove her wrong. This stuff would have been weaponized if he were still alive.
She was nervous around him and he didn't blame her. He was a soldier, a fighter and killer of her kind. He should be handing her over to his superiors and yet something was telling him no. This wasn't the way she should walk into their midst. A twig snapped and in a flash he was by his weapons turning to face the intruder, his M16 pointed at the ready. A tabby cat walked by and he sighed, hating what he was. Slowly he began to place all his weapons back in their place turning away from her for the moment speaking softly.
"Well then Raphie, I think we should head to your cabin... I can't keep you safe for long here. Even if you say the powder can't be weaponized I know people who would love to try... I was a creation of those people. Some days I wish I were dead and didn't have to see this war."
Why was he willing to risk everything for her? Why did he want to kiss her despite her rambling? Slowly he moved close to her hands raised away from his weapons. He leaned in allowing his breath to graze over her ears as he whispered, "I don't know why I am helping you. As for taking you to my superiors, that wouldn't end this war. It would make it worse. I will not let that happen when I want to know why I am willing to risk everything, and why I want to... no that isn't important. Hurry otherwise I'll carry you, if you will trust me long enough to see you safely home."
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