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Jomen Sury
Location: Oakridge City
"Stop it Right there, buddy. Not anot'er step from you. We know you ain't no heala. Guardians don't get implants! Now tellus whatcha really after and maybe we kill ya quick?"
Jomen's gaze flitted from man to man examining each, his augmented eyes zooming in on their weapons as he mentally catalogued and sorted the extremists. None among them seemed to be their leader which meant that she or he was somewhere still inside the building. However, there were still six angry, nervous extremists who were already doubting him and ready to pull their triggers given any wrong action. Slowly, Jomen raised his had to his mouth, each motion deliberate, as he made eye contact with the extremist who had spoken. He opened his mouth and sunk his teeth into the thenar eminence, the grouping of muscles between the base of his thumb and wrist, of his right hand. The fierce burn of the wound almost made him pull away, but he resisted the urge, focusing on the task before him. He held the position till blood began to well up and then removed his hand for the extremists to see. Blood dripped down from his hand and settled into the newly cluttered carpet below as the taste of iron registered on his senses.
Ignoring the pain as well as the taste in his mouth, he raised his other hand above his wound. Inside himself, he called out to the spirits who resided within him for their aid. A drop of crystal clear water no larger than a green pea formed at the tip of his left index finger. It would have been difficult to see if Jomen had not added a slight glowing effect to the magic with some slight help of the fire spirits within him. The drop fell from his finger and landed upon his wound spreading outward to cover its entire surface. From where it landed, the flesh upon his hand rippled like that of a stone thrown upon still waters. There was a deep sensation of itching at the site of the wound, but also of relief. When Jomen next raised his hand, the only unmarked skin was upon his right hand.
There were murmurs in the room at this as the extremists glanced among themselves in confusion. Jomen could see it the question in their eyes, if he truly were Guardian Healer, what was he doing here of all places? There was still one more issue to resolve before he would speak on that. He touched the side of his temple were the release mechanism for his left eye was located. There was a small click and half of his vision went dark. When Jomen raised up his augmented eyes for the group to see, the room went silent. Intense gazes around the room looked from the eye to the figure before them. Satisfied that they were no longer doubting that he was who he said he was, Jomen replaced his eye and felt some small sense of relief as his full spectrum of vision was reasserted.
"Aright les say you is who you say you is after all, Heala. What is it you be wantin?" The same one spoke up as before, this time, however, a new man entered from one of the nearby doors. The most distinguishing feature of the man was his massive sword that hung from the man's back as well as the air of authority that hung over him. Jomen altered his focus to the new man picking up visual cues from the mans demeanor. His muscles spoke of the ability to use the weapon effectively, but there were several interesting clues to the man's current state of mind. His clothes were wrinkled and very well worn, in addition bags under the mans eyes spoke of several sleepless nights, and the obvious tension in the man's shoulder muscles all told out of an exhausted man at the end of his mental rope. It was possible that what this man really wanted right now was an escape from this situation.
He turned to face the man stared slightly above the man's spiked up hair, avoiding direct eye contact. "I would like for everyone to leave this building alive and safely. Everyone in this building." There were disbelieving mutters from around the room, except for who Jomen assumed was the leader who just watched silently. Jomen's face did not change from its calm neutral expression, he simply waited for the room to calm down once again.
"I have a proposition for you all that I hope you will consider with utmost seriousness. One that will not only save not only the lives of the innocent civilians you have stored above, but also your own lives while simultaneously helping to change public perception of your cause to a more positive light." At that the leader's eyes rose in surprise and it seemed a light of hope began to show in the faces of his men. "The offer is this. Release the hostages, come with my unit to fight against the Stigma directly at the Battle of Ledale. I know your fight is with the UDF and Field Marshall Angelos and as far as I am concerned, you may have some valid points. I have not yet examined or heard enough of your doctrine to say one way or another. My responsibilities are to the civilians and the spirits in this land threatened by the Stigma, not to dispose of potential fellow human allies. I can call another vehicle and travel with you to Ledale to ensure that you will not be harmed. If you help save your fellow humans then you will improve your reputation in the citizens eyes. Especially if they hear that a Guardian reached out to you for assistance to turn the tides of the battle."
At this moment, his eyes at last made contact with the leaders eyes. "You are in Oakridge, a city filled with police and Guardians, this is your only opportunity to get out of this situation with your lives and your honor. Come with me, fight the Stigma, and further your own goals." Jomen settled back as the men in the room began to talk among themselves some excitedly, some more cautiously, but the obviously the only one whose opinion mattered in the room was now the leaders. Jomen hoped internally that he had offered the correct argument to sway the man, otherwise it would become much more difficult to save the hostages. If they did accept, there may be some political consequences to allowing them to join the fight, but the lives of the citizenry were more important as well as doing everything possible to obtain victory at Ledale.
The leader spoke at last. "What happened to your eyes?" The question threw Jomen from his train of thought and he blinked in surprise and discomfort. Memories came back to him that he would have rather never have remembered. He hesitated, before answering.
""I had an accident when I was young."
"Did you truly?"
"...No."
"What then?"
"...I burnt them out of my skull." Jomen closed his mouth and took a slow, deep breath, his nostrils flared out as he waited for the leader's decision. Would he accept or deny him?
Post delayed roommate sent to ICU following a motorcycle incident, hopefully will have time tomorrow
My next post should be up sometime tomorrow! :)
@Raining@Conscripts@vn2202 Its been a couple days since @IronWill has been online or posted anything hopefully he is doing alright- everyone cool with waiting a couple more days to see if he shows up?
Further upstairs the hostages were moved to another room by a single gunman. His entire forearm had been replaced with the Gatling gun of a weapon, he sucked down on a short, fat cigar with his left hand. "Move it, Move it, don't do nothing stupid, yeah?" He said gesturing with his gun arm for the people to move quickly.
Wonderful @Mr Rage, just wonderful
Got the first half of my post up- just wanted those who were waiting on me to be able to go ahead and get started without anymore needless waiting, working on a watery grave half now
Done!
Done!
Jomen Sury
Location: Oakridge City
Jomen sat in the transport vehicle eyes closed, stirring only as he felt Celise's hand upon his arm. No doubt this was meant to be a calming gesture after his interaction with the Warfare division member, however Jomen was uncertain whether he required such a gesture. Still it would be wise to seem ungrateful. He opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Celise's eyes, nothing more just a simple acknowledgement of touch and comfort received. Manners satisfied, he closed his eyes once more and plunged down deep within himself. He lost himself in a blend of meditation and near lucid-dreaming entering the realm inside himself that either his spirits resided in or he imagined them too. As his eyes closed, his eyes opened once more. Rather than the vehicle and his fellow guardians cramped inside with him, he found himself of a large water lily on still waters. His face became sore as his mouth stretched upward at first slowly then more surely, pleased at the surroundings.
Since his last visit the pool of water inside of him had stretched further with more vegetation and lift. In the shallow parts of the water he could see kelp stretching upwards from a vast acre of posidonia, or sea grass as it was commonly called. Both indicative of healthy water life, though his inner pool did not seem to follow the traditional rules of a body of water. Jomen reached out and pressed his hand flat out against the surface of the water and pressed down against it. Large, circular ripples of water came from the furthest edges of the pool and rippled inward toward his hand at the center calling his spirits to him. He briefly attempted to push further into the water, but felt a gentle force push back matching his own effort. Despite his efforts, he still could not penetrate the surface of the water, something pushed him away. He pulled his hand back not particularly surprised, but felt some of the sore muscles in his face relax.
Three forms in the water moving toward him took his attention away as his spirits arrived. The first to manifest and by far the largest was a large amount of spirits in the form of black and blue Manta Ray that had been with him in one form or another since he had begun to collect spirits within himself. The second formed in his opening days of the academy into the shape of a mandarinfish, well known for its beauty but also poisonous to the the touch. His third and final spirit manifested itself into the form of axolotl as his healing abilities reached their current peak. It was much smaller than the other two, given how recently the spirits had formed into its shape, but would no doubt grow larger as he absorbed more spirits into himself. He talked to them briefly about the upcoming mission before he felt his physical body call him back to reality as they had arrived at Oakridge City.
Jomen's augmented green eyes opened like the doors of a forge fire as he saw the others exiting the vehicle. He followed them out taking a moment to allow his eyes light sensors to adjust to the sunlight. Celise looked them over and explained the mission rules that Jomen had already memorized. He made no comment to this effect however as such briefings tended to be beneficial to those teammates that were not particular apt in the art of information retention. As Celise left, Jomen made as if to follow her, having little interest in seeing the city itself, but stopped as he heard the sound of sirens echoing from a few blocks away. The sounds cause Jomen's foot to stop and turn in midair as he decided to investigate the event in case his skills were needed. He paused by Ajax and muttered by his ear, "If you would be so kind as to come with me Ajax, some civilians may be in need of our services."
With that he set forth, easily locating the scene from the sound of the sirens and crowd spectating the event. With Ajax's size and both of their prominently displayed Academy badges on their chest it was not difficult to get the crowd to part around them without a word. A number of conflicting looks were aimed at his eyes some angry, some fearful, and some even with respect as they glanced down at their own lost limbs. Several UDF soldiers were pushing back members of the crowd from the road ways as a Guardian approched both himself and Ajax. The guardian wore armor that did not completely cover the extensive scarring that seemed to have occurred all over her body. The women seemed mildly familiar to Jomen though he could not place where he had seen her image before.
"Final Year Academy Students Ma'am. I am Jomen Sury of the Research Division and this is Ajax Armstong of the Warfare Divsion. We are passing by on our way to the Battle of Ledale and thought our services might be needed." Jomen was going to ask more before spotting a police officer standing by the blockade in front of what appeared to be an office complex. He strode away from Guardian Sicario leaving Ajax to speak more to the more experienced guardian as he briefly flashed his badge, made direct eye contact with his unsettling gaze, and asked the officer in an authoritative tone, "Officer... Sator, What is the current situation?
The young policeman, clearly inexperienced at his job, nearly saluted Jomen in his haste to answer. "A number of augmented extremists have overtake this building sir. We are having trouble securing the situation especially with Marshall Angelos in town riling up the opposition."
Jomen nodded as he looked around and back over to Ajax, waving his hand at the man to indicate that he had found a way through. "I will be heading in." With that the officer removed the barricade and called ahead to indicate the groups arrival. There was an open square between the police and the entrance to the office complex, Jomen walked through it not hesitating. At it's center, he stopped and placed his staff open the ground, roots spread out from the bottom of the staff easily penetrating through the ground below to dirt keeping the staff upright. Jomen removed his holster containing his sidearm and hung it from the top of his staff before placing his hands above his head. He approached the building, aware that Ajax would soon follow and called out to the guns trained on his approach.
"I am a healer and I wish to speak to your leader." He kept his voice calm and steady as a gentle rain, hands remaining atop his head nonthreateningly as he entered through the doorway.
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The water lapped fruitlessly attempting to enter into Jomen's waterproofed boots as he walked through the streets of Wolfwater surveying the damage the creature that had been dispatched to deal with had caused. The rally point they had designated was not too much further and the data that he collected here with the methods the Research Division had taught him could mean the difference between victory and failure in their hunt. The mission details had included a note that he had found difficult to stop thinking about "ability to bend water to its will." At first, he had dismissed it as an untrained eye observing a powerful water ability but now looking at the town and the devastation leveled at the town from the flooding. Now his mind was sorting through the possibilities of what could create such an ability and what its implications where. If one could attain such mastery over water and its own healing abilities, would it be possible to even cure the Stigma?
Jomen shook himself and returned his thoughts to the mission at hand. Something was causing the creature to attack now of all times, whether if this was just the first group of humans that it had come across or some other reason in particular. As a place to start, Jomen had requested the mayor have ready maps and records of its current whaling operations as well as all locations the creature had attacked. It was possible that the whaling had disturbed something that it ought not have and could possibly lead them the location of the creature that they were hunting.
Jomen reached the rally point and looked around for Celise who had apparently already arrived before him and the rest of the team members. A flickering of light from a nearby alley gave him the answer, he approached quietly and observed Celise kneeling in front of a makeshift shrine. He watched the candles slowly dim as some of the spirits found shelter inside their newest visitor. As he observed the scene, a light rain began to fall from the sky sprinking against the wooden sides of the shrine, threatening the dimly lit candles. Jomen quietly moved the staff in one, slow flowing motion as next to the shrine a plant began to sprout next to the shrine. It grew at and accelerated pace till coiled around it then grew several thick large leaves, covering the shrine and protecting it from the elements. One large leaf extended out to cover Celise's head as well despite her poncho. A small protection he could give to the shrine at least for the moment. Jomen then turned to depart allowing Celise to pray in peace, as he waited for the remaining member of their team to arrive for their meeting with the mayor.
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