& log 001

Mar. 17th, 2009 04:17 am
igotsdakka: (...needs more stuff exploding.)
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Characters: Meria, Kylier, Milanor, Nessiah (though he won't be posting--he's asleep)
Setting: The infirmary, and the halls outside it
Content: After this interesting meeting, Meria is suspicious and worried about Nessiah, and is having Kylier (who still doesn't even know her name!) take her to Milanor and thus to Nessiah.
Warnings: Drama, profanity? idk.

Toting her sword, Meria followed the dark-skinned girl down the halls, her heels clacking on the tile. She was still tired and not in the mood for any crap, but if there was something going on with Nessiah, she had a right to know. They'd known each other since they were little kids, for the gods' sake; he was her friend, and if his problems were something she could help with...

Well, she could use a good excuse to chop something up; her classes'd had a distinct lack of that thus far.

Date: 2009-03-17 09:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] independentwing.livejournal.com
Kylier kept her expression level as she lead the tall (tall tall) stranger towards the infirmary. Kylier had already got a rather blunt vibe from her, with an edge of violent intent, but she clearly cared for Nessiah. That was good enough for her.

They arrived by the time she finished that thought. She knocked on the door before speaking.

"Give it a moment, I'm not even sure anyone's up."

Date: 2009-03-17 10:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igotsdakka.livejournal.com
Still unimpressed, Meria planted her sword tip-down and rested her other fist on her shoulder, trying not to tap her foot impatiently. As long as she found out what was going on with Nessiah, maybe she'd be able to get some shuteye somewhere and be able to think it over.

Date: 2009-03-17 10:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lonecresent.livejournal.com
You never have to think about it again, Ursula had said. But how was Milanor supposed to do that when those horrible few moments kept creeping into his mind?

Worse, how was he supposed to stop it when he slept?

He'd asked Ursula for more dreamless sleep potion, but she'd refused to give him the same powerful mix, telling him it was addictive. Weaker treatments barely seemed to help, only managing to further blur the line between horror and reality. More than once he'd woken screaming.

A knock at the door drew Milanor back to the real world. He slowly sat up and then stood, glancing only briefly at Nessiah's sleeping form before wandering over and opening the door.

Date: 2009-03-17 10:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igotsdakka.livejournal.com
Meria stared suspiciously at the scruffy kid who'd answered, her brow furrowing. She supposed she had no right to judge, but she'd never have imagined Nessiah running around with somebody like this.

Whatever. What company the kid kept wasn't her problem or her business. She glowered; if the girl who'd brought her here didn't have anything to say, she'd have to get this conversation started.

Date: 2009-03-17 10:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] independentwing.livejournal.com
Milanor looked like absolute crap, if Kylier was honest. Still, better just to get to the point of things.

"Milanor, is Nessiah here?"

Date: 2009-03-17 10:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lonecresent.livejournal.com
"Yeah, but he's asleep right now."

It was kind of a good thing Kylier hadn't asked how he was doing. He still wasn't sure he had an answer. And this new woman, whoever she was, didn't look the type to put up with small talk anyhow.

Date: 2009-03-17 10:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igotsdakka.livejournal.com
Meria kept right on scowling.

"...I want to see him," she said adamantly.

Date: 2009-03-17 10:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lonecresent.livejournal.com
Intimidating, yes, but Milanor wasn't about to back down from some stranger where Nessiah's wellbeing was concerned.

"I'd really rather ya don't wake him," he said, trying to put some assertiveness in his tone. "He's sleepin' soundly for the first time in ages."

Date: 2009-03-17 10:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igotsdakka.livejournal.com
"See. Not wake up." Gods, this was annoying. "I wanna talk to him, but that can wait 'til he's at least conscious. But I wanna see him before I go anywhere, especially seeing your friend here doesn't want to tell me what the fuck is wrong."

Date: 2009-03-17 10:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lonecresent.livejournal.com
Milanor took a step back that was mostly a flinch. He glanced at Kylier, but he knew anyway - it was always a balancing act, what somebody needed to know versus what had to be kept secret.

Date: 2009-03-17 11:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igotsdakka.livejournal.com
Meria took advantage of that step back to give the kid--Milanor--a light push back, enough for her to sweep into the room.

She glanced around; this looked like any other ordinary infirmary wing. It seemed fairly empty; one of the beds had its sheets thrown back, and there was someone in the other, but--

It took her a moment to recognize him as Nessiah. He looked nothing like she remembered him, and once she knew him for who she was, all she could do was stare.

Date: 2009-03-17 11:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] independentwing.livejournal.com
Kylier stepped forward to rest a hand on Milanor's shoulder. He was doing a little better with every day that want past, but the mental wounds from his vision still hadn't quite closed over enough for him to maintain his strong front for long.

As to the stranger, though... she didn't know what to say. It was clear she'd known a very different Nessiah, once.

Date: 2009-03-17 11:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igotsdakka.livejournal.com
"...good gods."

Nessiah's wings were gone. Her free hand went to her chest, where she kept the white feather he'd given her so long ago on a leather thong. And those chains--and what the fuck was with that mask?

And why was he in the infirmary now, when none of those changes seemed recent enough to warrant hospitalization?

Date: 2009-03-17 11:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lonecresent.livejournal.com
Milanor wanted to say something, let this woman know what had happened, but words failed him. There were so many things to tell, but really, Nessiah was the only one qualified to tell them.

Date: 2009-03-17 11:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igotsdakka.livejournal.com
"...His wings. What the... what the hell..."

Meria just shook her head. The very concept hurt to try to wrap her mind around.

Date: 2009-03-17 11:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] independentwing.livejournal.com
"Look, just step outside so we won;t wake him and we'll bring you up to speed."

Kylier wasn't sure what she was comitting to tell, but the shock on this woman's face made it clear she'd probably believe them.

Date: 2009-03-17 11:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igotsdakka.livejournal.com

Meria stepped back into the hallway, and leaned her back to the wall, fixing Milanor and the girl with an intense stare.

Date: 2009-03-17 11:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] independentwing.livejournal.com
Kylier decided to simply be honest with everything she could... that wouldn't involve a risk of suddenly having a hugh broadsword potruding from her abdomen.

"I've told you why he has the chains," she began. "What's put him down like this is different - not long ago he mniscast a Phantasmagoria. It was... pretty horrific, even for a nightmare."

She would ask. Kylier didn't doubt that. And she would answer. But she'd wait to be asked first.

Date: 2009-03-17 11:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igotsdakka.livejournal.com
Meria glared.

"I thought we cleared that whatever fine details there are about this, Nessiah'll have to tell me himself," she said flatly. "So I'd rather hear it from him than get it garbled out of you.

"His wings. His face. I want answers, and I want them fucking now."

Date: 2009-03-17 11:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lonecresent.livejournal.com
She could be as pissed as she liked, but Milanor was not about to sit back as this stranger abused Kylier from trying to help when she didn't know the half of it.

She wanted answers? Fine.

"He lost control of his magic 'n destroyed his wings and eyes himself," Milanor said plainly. "Blast killed everyone nearby. Goin' by what he told me that was pretty much his entire old school. He uses magic to see now 'n those chains are t' stop it happenin' again."

Date: 2009-03-17 11:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igotsdakka.livejournal.com
First there was a sense of dizziness. And then, for the first time in her life, Meria's knees gave, her legs folding and sending her down hard.

Nessiah wouldn't, he couldn't--

"You're fucking shitting me," she managed thinly.

Date: 2009-03-17 11:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lonecresent.livejournal.com
"I wish I was," Milanor admitted. "Ness still blames himself for killin' everyone, but that's the way it happened."

Date: 2009-03-17 11:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igotsdakka.livejournal.com
"But it makes no fucking sense. Beyond being the sweetest kid I've known... he was as good as his teachers the last time I saw him. How the hell could he have lost control like that?"

Her teeth gritted. There had to be someone behind this, and by the gods, when she found out who--

Date: 2009-03-17 11:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lonecresent.livejournal.com
"I don't know. He doesn't like talkin' about and frankly I don't blame him, but I never got the details either." Milanor paused and swallowed. "You can ask when he wakes up. I won't stop ya and I'd like to know myself."

Date: 2009-03-17 12:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igotsdakka.livejournal.com
Meria shook her head and stood.

"...Fine. I'll come back when I can, and check on him." There was too much shock and rage in her now to argue. "If he wakes up before I get back here... tell him Meria is here, and that I want to talk." She paused, eyed Milanor. "If he's discharged from here, I can find him...?"

Date: 2009-03-17 12:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lonecresent.livejournal.com
"My room. Boy's dorms, second floor, third corridor, fifth on the right."

Date: 2009-03-17 12:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] igotsdakka.livejournal.com
She nodded, made to head down the hall, and stopped.

"......you'd better take good care of him, and treat him right," she said in a low tone. "You had fucking better get him through this safe, Mr. Nessiah's boyfriend."

She doubted she needed to add the or I'll kill you to the end of that sentence. And knew she needed an outlet for the rage, before she put conspicuous holes in the infirmary walls. So she walked down the hall and away.

Date: 2009-03-17 12:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lonecresent.livejournal.com
Milanor stared after her for a moment, then looked at Kylier, who shrugged apologetically. He looked back down the hall, watching the woman turn and leave his sight.

"Come hell, high water, or Hector himself," he promised under his breath.


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