Mortim

My swimming instructors a dragon. [Mortim / Siaya Dragalorn]

Finally got the post out! Hope my character didn't come on too strong there lol

And you're correct, my past partners were rather... strenuous at times. Even if either of us were to overstep our bounds or get something totally wrong I feel we could both easily communicate about it and modify our posts accordingly. It's refreshing to say the least. I can certainly appreciate you being experienced in helping ot carry things along, I'm used to pushing the story along totally on my own so feel free to let me know if you're wanting me to step back a bit or let you take more control for whatever you have in mind. Either way, I hardly doubt we'll have let each-other know when we're doing something of the sort.

Thanks for the understanding! I feel the same way, I'd just like to actually keep you informed from now on if I miss a day or two of posting. I'd like to keep my posts at around one every day or two.

I appreciate you understanding why I let the curses slip lol. Generally, they are entirely unnecessary so I completely understand where you're coming from. Nothing wrong with being unique in disliking that, living life how you want and without apologies is what I'd like ot believe is most anyone's goal.

Also, if something looks really bad I'll apologize ahead of time. I haven't written a word aside from some poetry for about ten months now so I'm having to ease back in. Not that you need to point them out now, but if there's any over-arching grammatical flaws aside from my horrible use of commas feel free to point them out.

Hope you've had a blessed day! :D

My swimming instructors a dragon. [Mortim / Siaya Dragalorn]

*Thud!* Our ambulance door slams shut after Anora’s entrance, she’s now locked into a chain of events she'd surely have trouble escaping should she suddenly find the urge to do so.Yet, aside from all ill-omens, our young man had been moved easily enough onto a pasty white surface now to be worked over by those skilled in healing the critically wounded.

“How’s he-....?” The younger emt muttered under his breath, cutting words short before uttering the foreboding statement ’How’s he still alive..?’, as it would only distract from what needs to be done for someone still clinging to life.

Tension and experienced instincts fill the air, all unnecessary emotion drains away as both technicians move to address what is before them. The younger, focused gentlemen had nearly finished attaching several wires and small devices to said patient’s right arm to gather vital signs. The older, whiskered man slid his left hand under our injured lad’s shirt-cuff whilst his right went to work splitting crimson-stained fabric down the middle with a pair of angled scissors. The bare chest revealed is coated in large, jagged scars and half-visible tribal tattoos now caked in dark crimson. Small white cloths dabb and slide where necessary in attempting to find any visible cuts or gaping wounds, yet, none were found. In fact, ever since being moved to the ambulance, the patient had looked to cease all profound bleeding that had been witnessed earlier. One would also notice that his breathing had regulated itself whilst tremors and incessant shaking gradually came to an end. His vitals, which, when first hooked into the machine appeared as critical, were now moving into the only moderately-dangerous areas of slight stability.

“Uhm…-” The whiskered emt hesitated for only a moment, instincts screaming that injury’s could still be found anywhere other than what had looked to be the central point of impact. “-Phill, Jeans.” His hurried voice would order the younger technician to go to work cutting away at the patients pants whilst our more aged pair of hands chopped away at denim jacket with expert precision.

Phill takes a sharp breath in before continuing to work as he spots his seasoned partner gingerly withdrawing one compact revolver from an inner pocket of our patients jacket. The wet pistol is placed inside an empty container off to the side and out of Anora’s possible reach. They both continue on as they had before.

Underneath sleeves and pant-legs it’d be revealed most all limbs were, in fact, quite out of sorts. The lack of cuts was astounding, though, it didn’t stop either worker from checking as the process of splinting the head, neck, and all but the right leg is initiated.

By this time they’d nearly arrived at the hospital, small verbalities denoting someone talking into a radio for preparation of a room having been heard from the front cabin of the vehicle throughout their short trip.

*Click* The ambulance door swings open to reveal several nurses and a hospital bed ready for patient transit. One nurse, a stern-faced woman with vibrant red hair, spoke to Anora in calm words filled with quiet authority.

“You need to step from the vehicle ma’am.” Her deep-brown eyes focused into the ambulance then back towards the sheet-covered bed behind them, likely showing Anora without too much body language that to move our injured man she’d first need to get out of the way.

People eventually moved to and fro towards the hospital, another injured body now en-route to an operating room capable of fully examining whatever harm may have caused such intense injurious responses. Anora would be allowed to follow up until entering such a room, outside which there would be a small waiting area full of old wooden chairs and manila wallpaper that peeled at the edges after it’s long soak in this buildings sterilized air.

Seconds would turn into minutes, minutes would turn to hours, and time would likely pass as painfully as it ever had when turmoil of this degree presents its ebon gaze. Two hours, thirty six minutes and forty seven seconds later one tired-looking doctor had exited the ER into the small exterior foyer Anora had likely occupied, assuming she hadn’t left for food or other such callings at the time. If she had, an announcement would chime on the PA describing her physical appearance and requesting her presence in the ER lobby. His green eyes held suitcases beneath them, jagged strings of hair entangling themselves with each other just above chalky features. His gaze would alight ever-so-slightly upon spotting Anora, words beginning to paint chapped lips in chalky overtures.

“So, uhm, he’s fine. Well, as fine as I can say after being informed of his insurance situation. He’ll be discharged soon, but, until then, he’s been asking for you. He’ll be in room 8 until requested to leave in about two hours.” His pace had initiated before he’d finished speaking, lithe feet in cozy, worn shoes carried this tired physician towards his next patient without regard for the presently uninjured Anora.

Should Anora head to room 8 she’d find a perturbed man awaiting her. His scarred features were young and mildly feminine in their narrow construction. Cheekbones pressed harshly against thin skin beneath furrowed eyebrows. Messy hair which somehow maintained a hint of vogue style sprouted as sharp waves into oneself. Either average ear was visible due to the faded cut on the sides of his head. His chin speared into the air below chapped and cracked lips, one thin nose of moderate size flaring just before speech.

“What do they call you?”His words were immediate and sharp, having split the air between them with blatantly flustered overtones before Anora could fully enter the room. His unexpectedly hearty voice courses through the air as a raging sea of deeply-seeded confidence. Either lithe arm can be found as crossed over one lean, apron-coated chest.

What is most striking about him, and perhaps what was noticed last simply due to their oddly overwhelming aura, were his eyes. Two ferocious, nearly luminescent, pinkish spheres jabbed their spear-like oppression into the girl, cutting into every part of her whether she chose to fully reveal herself or not. Their half-closed position shown either an intense focus not to be underestimated, or an exhausted rage resting in all general directions just above small dark bags beneath roseate iris’s.

My swimming instructors a dragon. [Mortim / Siaya Dragalorn]

I'll give you a proper IC and OOC response tomorrow. I'm nearly finished with the post but I just don't want to compromise on quality in forcing myself to write more, I honestly question the quality of what I've already written with how tired my brain presently is.

My swimming instructors a dragon. [Mortim / Siaya Dragalorn]

I hope I didn't go too far in controlling Anora there, putting her on the road in her car like that. Also, that last sentence isn't meant to keep her from attempting to help him, it's just that you never said she took first-aid training or anything. If she has or just so happens to possess good instincts, feel free to prove that sentence wrong lol. Feel free to have her ride with him to the hospital, he technically requested to keep her around before losing consciousness so I believe she's in her rights to come with.

Remember to keep her human in all this. She's probably not adjusted to stuff like this and doesn't have to be in our modern generally-peaceful society. Seeing someone get hurt like this can easily cause PTSD in the average person, feel free to keep her in a natural mindset. I'm not saying make her freak out, obviously if she's not going to she's not going to. It's just that, feeling calm in the moment and melting down afterwords or screaming at the first sight of a bloody body or freezing up in the car are all normal reactions. She doesn't have to take any of them, but I'd like to see her react to things in the way a real Anora would, not monitord or dumbed down because things are probably gonna get mythical and crazy later lol. I hope all that makes sense and I'm not overstepping anything by saying all that.

It'd be cool to make things happen kind of somewhat-normally for a little while anyways, like if if she gets a call form her mom later today because her daughters on the news for an automobile incident (assuming they even have that kind of relationship). Or if a worried friend comes to her apartment wondering where she was at work assuming she hardly misses. You know, just kind of in the ways that life likes to push itself into our activities if that makes sense. I know I'm making you carry a bit of the reigns, and I can help if you need me to and give me a little backstory to work with, but I just want the introduction into her life to actually be an introduction so we can all feel the full effects when shit hits the fan or begins to transition into craziness. I mean, we need to have at least a little normality for things to feel crazy when they get there.

Also, I tried to tone down and bleep out the cursing in the first post. I'll do my best to keep away from it, my apologies for earlier. I am quite literally surrounded by people who swear like sailors day in and day out nowadays xD
Feel free to correct me if I slip up again.

My swimming instructors a dragon. [Mortim / Siaya Dragalorn]

*Beep!...Beep!...Beep!...-* Our young vagabond had been wandering in a daze for many a moment before being pulled into waking reality by several shrill beeps emanating from his left pocket. ‘Ah yes, the mission..’ He’d ponder between swaying tides of reluctance whilst neglecting the muffled alarm. Both hands come to slowly rub his face of the malaise that’s plagued it since coming to this ruinous rock, blocking his sight for several moments whilst doing so.

*Beep!. Beep!. Beep!* He’s been in a kind of fugue state for roughly a year now, “-occupying his time-” as his master would bid has hardly done a thing to ease an aching soul such as this. Groans and moans follow his drunken pace as the ambiance of pedestrians and passing vehicles draw ever closer, either hand having yet to be released from blatantly exhausted features.

*Beep!Beep!BEEP!BEEP!* The incessant chiming of one pulsating rectangular tablet reverberates from the man’s left pocket, growing ever louder and faster in pace. For one brief moment he removes his hands from that sunken expression to shout aloud whilst reaching for said device, continuing his gate forward whilst yelling despite the suddenly alarmed words of those near him. He’d regrettably realize what those nearby were belting in less than a breath of exasperated speech towards himself and his situation.

“Fine! Seriously, fine! I get that the targets clo-*THWAM!!” Little did the lad know, he’d walked right into traffic, earth’s roads and many vehicles appeared as something rather foreign to him for many moons now. The car which had collided with him, a well-used BMW, had been driven by Anora Rose Feldington. She’d been going around forty five miles per hour down a busy city street before some aimless sap stepped right out into the middle of the street with less than a second of time for her or anyone else to react.

*CRUNCH!-CRACK!* His body is propelled from the earth, spinning into pavement with immense force to continue with a short tumble into one rusted lamp-post. The sounds of cracking bones and shifted innards likened to meat being thrown harshly upon a grill with the sizzle to be replaced by flesh against stone bursts into the air to many a bystander’s dismay. A limp form is all that’s left after just three short blinks of motion, the overall injury having been dealt in one clean second.

His motionless corpse rested there for several moments, roughly five to ten seconds, as cars near Anora’s panicked vehicle react with surprising promptness to not collide with her automobile. There’s several rear endings and countless horns blared down the line but it’s certainly less damage than one would expect from severe swerving on a populated multi-lane city road. The bloodied body and it’s unnaturally twisted limbs twitches for several moments before laying still again, the crimson now staining his clothes grows into many large shades of mixed red. A variable puddle begins to form underneath his left flank.

The man was caucasian, of moderate height, had blond hair, was of a lean build and adorned simple clothing. Though much of it was now stained in fluids and dirt, one could make out that he had been wearing a brown denim jacket, a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and worn-out sneakers. It was a rather pitiful sight, the small splattered marks and skids of brownish-red leading to an overly twisted body which still quivered by faint reminiscence of healthy-life. Whether Anora had thought to do it or not, it’s certain someone had already called an emergency contact number. Everyone present could practically hear the sirens less than half a minute after the event, this particular spot being somewhat close to a general hospital making things move rather quickly.

Should Anora stay in her vehicle, she’ll likely be questioned by authorities as to what exactly happened several minutes from now. They would be here soon and would certainly respond promptly. She had, after all, been going ten miles above the speed limit as everyone else had been in the afternoon rush.

Should Anora exit her vehicle and come to the young man's side she’d firstly see his right shoulder moved towards the heavens as his contorted chest had been left in such a position after skidding against the ground and slamming ribs-first into aforementioned light-pole. Though his face is half-planted into the earth below, and his breath can hardly be made out between sporadic spits and gurgles, several hoarse words could eventually be interpreted.

“..g-*Cough!*..-garrl..B-B-3-P...Carr*COUGH!Hack!*-...D-dom’t..d-dom’t go*wheeze-wheeze*..” He’d exert one breath before vomiting a small fount of bright-red fluids and continuing to attempt speech. His constant stutters and spasms stem from resisting an overwhelming flood of shock. “..s-s-stay...D-dom’t*BLEGH!*-” He vomits another bout of liquid “-..Stay-y...s-stay with m-m-me-me pleeashe...Pleashe, Resgunnd-d-..-” His voice of urgency fades into a wheeze and gurgle before his eyes begin to flutter and roll into a bruised skull. His words and still beating heart are miraculous, continuing to survive in such a condition is a feat in itself.

Before his gaze had faded, there was something intense about those eyes. They seemed to look right through Anora, an energy the likes of which she’d only felt in her vivid dreams pouring into her body for the briefest of moments. Powerful emotions denoting an intense longing to be with another, the innocence of simply existing in close understanding with a specific sentient being tear into every fiber of her very soul for two short heart beats before shooting back into the oblivion from whence they came. Should she think on what had just happened, and how his eyes had really looked, it would have been obvious that he wasn’t ever looking at her. He had been looking at the memory of another person leering over him, the shock having contorted Anora’s form into whatever else he’d been calling out to.

’I’d open my eyes if you weren’t around..’ Somber words holding androgynous tones of nostalgic affection slip into the back of Anora’s mind before finding their way out of her thoughts as quickly as they’d arrived. This last telepathic event would occur regardless as to whether or not Anora had left the car. Though, by this point, I’m sure it’s true that the man’s body is rather crowded by people wishing to help and other such less-noble civilians only wanting a glance at the horrific scene before them. Likely, Anora is just as powerless as they to help.

My swimming instructors a dragon. [Mortim / Siaya Dragalorn]

Feel free to repost your first IC post from the old RP if you want. Either way, I thought I'd give you the opportunity to reintroduce yourself to Anora in this setting. I'd appreciate it if my character could be the one to first spot yours as I haven't entirely finished feeling out this new guy, and, he'll definitely be able to find her. Don't feel pressured to make Anora respond in a positive way or stick around if my character acts weird or in a way she doesn't like in their first meeting, they'll end up needing to stick together regardless so don't worry on that front.

Hope to hear from ya soon! :D

My swimming instructors a dragon. [Mortim / Siaya Dragalorn]

*Crunch... Crunch... Crunch...-* 'What an annoying sound.'- One would likely find themselves thinking, their world firstly enveloped by darkness before the company of ominous ambiance consumes their peaceful pondering. Telling's of forward momentum fill the gut as clarity begins growth. This wouldn't have been the first of Anora's familiar dreams, though it is most certainly more vivid than any previous trance. Of course, one must question whether they knew this to be a dream or not in the first place once beginning the immersion to soon be named.

*-Crunch... Crunch... Crunch...-* There was no time for frivolous query, sounds liken to gravel being trod upon once more populate immediate space. Cloth raiment lightly clasping either leg can be faintly recollected between what feel as trained steps inside complete shadow. 'I've been traveling awhile, haven't I?' This question somehow settles inwardly as relevant, yet one could hardly tell how. Strange enough, this wasn't troubling, when on common days it may indicate soreness or lack of rest.

Light suddenly splits surrounding gloom, ebony blankets giving way to vast arrays of profound and mythical hues of red and white. Clearer than ever before would be something of vibrant queerness. Yet, what's strangest of all is the clarity of it. Anora could likely say that this vision was of a deeper reality than her waking life, all five senses feeling stronger than ever observed; perhaps it was some drug to enhance one’s perception?

Before her now extends an endless field of white. Speckled pockets of black show her to be ambling across small ivory objects, this indicates her gravel-born steps. Said landscape was flat, it's crumbling surface hardly the first of many remarkable details. Several miles in every direction our landscape would end in spherical fashion, much like a cliff, as if one found themselves standing atop a massive disk-like platform. Of course, this wasn’t the most remarkable of things.

Far away and surrounding Anora from all angles would be massive, perfectly circular pillars larger than any man-made structure. This wasn't to say these pillars were shrunken by great distance, in fact, they could be tens-of-hundreds of miles away and yet they would appear to swallow entire flanks with their immeasurable girth. All pillars were of the same bleached shade as her current landscape and would each end somewhere far in the sky above. Some were facing straight upwards, others would be skewed and leaning as if somehow pushed partially over. They continued endlessly in number, a sea of these objects being shown to continue on as an ocean. There was no ground beneath them, we appeared to be far too elevated to observe any such thing as Earth. Perhaps we're at the relative peak of this place?

Regardless, another oddity would be the sky above. It was red, a deep and cloudless red. This didn't at all change the way other colors were perceived, the light above reflecting off objects as our natural Sun's light would. Looking down, Anora might also notice what she was walking upon wasn't gravel at all, but rather small fragments of assorted bone. Joints, cracked limbs, spinal disks, even small human skulls could be spotted in several choice locations. Yet, for some unknown reason, Anora's own body could not be perceived as if it were somehow out of focus with the rest of reality. Her limbs were all unable to be commanded aside from their constant aforementioned pace, continuing against all struggle of will.

*Grooooooom-rumble!* 'He's here.' Anora would find herself thinking as a distant quaking is registered against faint winds and relative silence. Such a thought felt only natural in response to said event.

*BOOM!* A massive human hand nearly dwarfing some of the surrounding pillars would suddenly shoot into the air before Anora's current place of standing several miles in the distance, it's titanic shadow consumes her, an open palm indicating action to soon grasp for any available ledge by slow and labored motion. It's skin ripples during slow descent, small humanoid mouths spewing crimson fluid crack open all across it's exterior surface. This is easily perceived, yet the rest of our gargantuan being remains hidden somewhere below. Danger is felt, flight or fight kicking in as waves of assorted human screams blast Anora backwards with one unstoppable shockwave. 'Shit! If I don't make the first move he'll-...

Her eyes would now open in real life, all visions ending completely as if they'd never occurred. Well, perhaps one should say 'as if they weren't currently occurring'. Either way, another day is to begin. Though, it's likely this day wouldn't be the same as most…

((I just reposted this from the first RP with a few minor edits as it still certainly applies to Anora.))
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‘I’d open my eyes if you weren’t around...’ The words of an ambiguous lover plague one young man’s thoughts, his tired gaze awakened to view the swirling Earth about him. His left hand raises to place two fingers upon an aching cranium, both ligaments press and spin against either temple. Being roused from a park bench nap by regrettable memories is never on the pleasurable side of an agenda.

“S***..” He quietly utters aloud, distaste plain by tone of retired torment. He was bid to be here against all protest and complaint. ‘Earth, what a backwater planet..’ He finds himself thinking. Though his appearance certainly didn’t denote it, he had been to many a world besides our circular terra. One could argue that they were overly qualified to be on the errand this locale demands, that is, of course, if their superiors hadn’t violently rejected all arguments as this boy’s did.

His left hand finally falls from above overly pained eyes, their incessant blinks denoting an individual still adjusting to the early light of day. This same hand reaches deep into the pocket of his jeans whilst his hips twist in allowing an aching upper body to sit rightfully upwards. Eventually, and after much digging, one rectangular object similar to our modern-day smartphone is retrieved. This miniscule slab is held gingerly beneath our lads hunched form, it’s smooth surface reading several listed statements in shimmering white letters:

CANDIDATE DARSBY PROVISIONAL LOG
OBJECTIVE THREAT: KNIGHT2 - POTENTIAL THREAT: KAIZER9
CURRENT WORLD ROTARY CYCLE # 46
DUKE LIMITER - 4TH DEGREE (FULL CAMO)- 1:A 2:A 3:A 4:A
---Current Cycle Objective{s}---
-Suspected carrier B-3-P to appear in local area.
-Precise Coordinates TBD.
-Move towards Sherman Ave.

“S***..” He’d say again, sighing louder than necessary whilst standing upright from his seated position now to move away from what he’d have said to be ”One d*** lumpy bench.”.’Crack-pop-crack’ an out-of-sorts spine quakes in protest to sudden movement. Clumsy steps likened to an intoxicated individual fall to the earth beneath dilapidated sneakers. This boy’s left hand returns aforementioned slab to its respective pocket whilst he heads towards Sherman Ave., near the center of this city’s infrastructure. He’s in the process of tracking ‘Carrier B-3-P’, or as she’d be known on Earth, one Anora Rose Feldington.

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Thats totally understandeable. You were out of town? Hope youre having fun wherever you are! Im glad it all worked out, I didnt mean to put this so far to the wayside for so long.

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Sorry for that ridiculous wait, some work/family stuff took the wheel and I ended up being busy longer than expected.

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Anora wouldn't have noticed initially, such being due to slow acclimation, but, a rush of energy would flow into her body. This would feel as if water had flowed through her skin into the core of her entire body, followed by the unstoppable yet slowly fading sensation of a limb waking up. Said nigh-uncomfortable feeling would spread from head to toes until she eventually overcome with an intense impression of being refreshed. It's as if blood had finally begun flowing to some vital organ she had been entirely unaware of.

Alongside all described feelings would come an outward surge of magical energy. The waves of power swirling over her hands by threatening motion would more closely resemble small torrential twisters. Sparks and tendrils spin just centimeters from her body as they lightly collide with the walls and the floor. These waves of power would expand five times over in just several short seconds, twirling into curtains and couches alike with uncontrolled shocks and bursts of smoke. Anora's power had apparently greatly increased, some outward force fueling her inner energies. Though, before things could escalate too far, Pahn's eye's would intensify their glow alongside an odd effect. Anora's powers would be instantly snuffed out with Pahn's intensified stare, dissipating entirely in less than a second. He wouldn't exude any special aura aside from this neutralizing force he'd propelled in the girls direction. Their would only be very slight collateral damages in Anora's wake, her expanding powers having been more of a quickly rising wind than a rippling explosion.

Pahn now sighs by the girls question, his eyes closing for a brief moment as he looks forward by intense contemplation. "I've already told you, I've been hiding my powers away. These are the aftereffects. Those that are unprepared are submerged in a world of magics they don't understand. The result is a blinded human hardly capable of controlling a newfound strength. I'm sorry for this, but, I've done nothing other than exist in my natural state." His tone carries a faint hint of mourning alongside it's typical surplus of ego and confidence.

Outside the sky grows ever darker, a deep navy blue sinking what was day into night. Stars and many other celestial body's can be seen in a far greater clarity than they ever could before. Several seconds further and the sky becomes no different than one found in the antarctic despite time of day. Sirens can still be heard ringing alongside the occasional scream or shout. People must think of this as the end of the world. Regrettably, they wouldn't be far off from the truth.

"We should be off soon, if you feel you're ready that is." Pahn would say after another seconds pause, his deliberate lack of movement and pacing of speech being that of royal origin.

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One powerful wizard makes Earth landfall. He is apprenticed to a distant government of expansive power and resource. They'd detected magical swells of energy near one of their more distant sections of territory, thus sending a trusted agent to assess the situation. They've only but heard the legends of Pahn and Greed, the closest thing of that age being an ancient weapon recovered from an old deserted merchant world. This weapon, and the history recovered alongside it, was plenty enough to make them cautious. Our agent's not the only to be ordered to mother Terra, though he's certainly the first to arrive.

"This rock smells." Our mysterious mans first words of disgust upon entering Anora's current city. He'd arrived via Astral-Warp, a brief flash of purple light being the only thing left in his wake when finally stepping foot on dry ground. None but Pahn detected his arrival, the silver celestial having discarded any thoughts of threat by this seemingly lesser wizard. Of course, this wouldn't always remain true as this being's eyes peered towards a star-riddled afternoon sky. He and his coming band of compatriots would certainly have a part to play in coming events.