Practice makes Perfect

[Michi]

OC: Short Post is Short

IC:
Immediately before the illusion took hold an inquiry was made of her. "Need any help?"

A hole in her shoulder hemorrhaging scarlet sands and her other obviously fractured she looked at him with a dumbfounded look. There is a miasma of questionable intent rolling off of her former quarry and his sword has an eyeball. "YES!" She exclaimed as her illusions rewrote Homura's reality. "But I need him alive." She added, her last spoken word to the foreign stranger before her mental kombat took over.</COLOR>

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Illusions are powerful reminders that reality is nothing more than perception. As his fingers wrapped around her neck, she could feel the pain of his compressive force. As her airway closed off, her lungs burned for air. She knew it was not real but it felt real. Her broken arm swung limply at her side as her feet parted from the ground. Her other arm, useless still she tried to will it to respond. Even in this false reality her body denied her and was insufficient to pull him away. The world grew dark again but not as it used to be her lungs screamed for air. The sinews of her neck pulled and snapped, her ligaments recoiled as her throat was torn asunder. She was cognizant as it was her illusion, but she still experienced the pains of death that only subsided when she would have died.

Even a fallacy can feel real.

She stood gasping for breath, standing in place, her neck still sore and her lungs still racked with hunger pains as in her mind she just died. Her arm numb with pain and limp hung uselessly at her side. The illusion faded away, like a daydream in the back of one's eyelids. Revelation regarding what or whom he killed finally sunk in, moments too late. "I think I need a medic," Shiori muttered as her knees buckled and she braced herself against the stone building that lined the ally. Sand was pouring from her wounds. "Don't touch the sand," she warned with a racking cough. One identity crisis is enough for the week. She was not dead, but she was barely alive.

And then everything went dark for real.

Spoiler

<COLOR color="darkred">Was it like this...?

.....No

It was more like this

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[Rakujo Yumeko]

As Koji walked up to the woman after asking if she needed any help, Rina would move back to the bar where she would have another drink, before either the man or the woman had really done anything more. Though as the man repeated the name Shiori. As the woman had exclaimed that she needed help, but she needed the man alive. "That shouldn't be much of a problem." He said, smirking and stretching slightly. As he stretched, very audible cracking could be heard as if he hadn't stretched for quite a while.

After a moment, he would soon hear the woman say that she thought she needed a medic, and that he shouldn't touch the sand before she fell down. He couldn't much play the shining knight, but he could help the woman bring the man she was trying to bring in, in. "So, how do you want to do this? It can either be the east way..." He said, as a spike made of bone pointed out of his palm. "Or we can do this the hard way." He continued on, smirking.

He didn't much care for hoe it turned out, but he would wait for the man to charge towards him, considering he didn't know either of the two, and he was mainly just itching to fight at the moment.

 

[Randamu Kyarakuta]

He sat there against the wall, his sword now embedded into the ground. Mumbling, telling Shiori to kill him over and over as he stared at the far wall. His eyes where white, he was pretty much only still conscious out of pure will power. The words around him where only noise, just the voices kids hear in charlie brown.

"Wha wha, whaa wha whaaa"

The sound hit his ears, and the boys less feminine tones then also hit his ears, they sounded threatening and so his body reacted, it standing slowly up and turning to face him, white eyes and all. He reached out to his sword, and before he could wrap his hand around the handle his body gave out and he collapsed, smacking his forehead against the hilt and bounding off, rolling on the ground unconcious. As the air began to lighten up, and the power within him that he had been exuding began to withdraw back into him, a black series of small swirls began to extrude from his left eye, permanently branding him with the mark she had left. It looked as though he had gotten a representative wind tattoo around his eye. He was one with the darkness now, and as his body gave up he went into a dream state, enjoying the rest his body much needed.

[KO Topic Left]

 

[Michi]

OC: ...so the only 'character' conscious in this thread is an NPC ;; This is new.

Take us away oh great foreign NPC!

 

[Rakujo Yumeko]

As Koji had stepped up to fight the man, he would blink as he watched the man pass out almost as soon as he had stepped up to help out the woman. He would sigh slightly before stabbing the bone sword he had made, into the ground. A few moments after Koji had left his weapon in the ground, Rina would step out of the bar and walk back to the man who she had been traveling with. Neither of them said anything, but Koji's face could easily be seen as having been quite disappointed in the lack of being in a fight. He would walk over to the woman who had previously been called Shiori and picked her up, in order to bring her to a place that she could be healed. Before Rina could even say anything, Koji was already dead set in trying to find some sort of medic to heal the woman.

[Topic Left with Shiori, if allowed]

 

[Michi]

There are a number of things that make an excellent bed: downy feathers being one, a rope-hammock being another. What does not make a good bed, however would be the ground of an ally. Face first on a piece of earth that smelled strangely of bubblegum. It would have been the hygienic thing to place the gum in a wrapper before placing it in a trashcan, but not this ne'er do well who spat their chewy bit of rubber on the ground for it to attach to some unfortunate person's shoe or in Shiori's case her red hair. Red sand was pouring from her wounds. She was breathing, despite her pallor she was not near death this time.

She was limp in Koji's arms as he carried her off.

Not much to say - I am unconscious.

[Topic Left]

 

[Sand Council]

Is this the one?

Man... he looks like he is in rough shape.

Whats with all of this red grit?

No idea what he wants with this guy, but pick him up will you?

...Thanks man, I wish you'd talk a bit more. It feels like I am talking to myself.</B><i></i>

SLAP!​

If you are taken from the darkness, a pair of men would be looking down at you. A larger, silent man who through the haze seems to lack any distinctive features besides dark skin and a pair of sunglasses? The second, paler... a stark contrast to the fiery mane on his head. Considering the injuries suffered, there is likely little more you could discern yet but if you could survive the taint that now flows through your veins you would be able to surely overcome any obstacle set before you.

<B>Someone wants to heal you. Are you will to go for a ride Mister Chikara?

 

[Randamu Kyarakuta]

Men where talking, he couldn't hear them but he was busy dreaming, so it was all fine, they were probably just calling a medic to heal the injured. He didn't know shiori was well on her way to an infirmary while he laid there on the floor. He wasn't too badly beaten, his wounds being healed via the cursed mark he had been bestowed, though now that it wasn't active, his wounds remained.

SLAP!

"Dragons exist!" he screamed as he was awoken rather rudely from his not at all dragon related dream. Two people who looked like smudges to his tired eyes looked down on him as he lay there, trying to focus on the shapes, but he couldn't, he was quite out of it. In some way, he was at peace being hit in the head real hard had given him a reprieve from thought, his body was relaxed. If he wasn't such a fast healer, the concussion would have probably killed him.

Someone wants to heal you. Are you will to go for a ride Mister Chikara?

"Carry me senpais?" he said, slightly slurred. He was beaten, slightly drunk, and had a head injury so it would be a miracle if he didn't say something more stupid.

[Topic Left with shady folks]