(OOC: moved this thread BECAUSE it ends up outside the infirmary and I realized it may have been placed wrong.)
(OOC: If somebody wants to read and reply to this, it's an open thread, but I don't really have direction for it, otherwise it's a one-shot.
Pierce's profile: http://159.65.241.122/index.php?threads/6056
Amaya's profile: http://159.65.241.122/index.php?threads/6145&pid=87832#pid87832
And it was Amaya's first day and first class as a teacher's aide too....)
Some of the teachers from the academy, either high school or college, Pierce didn't know which, they were planning an educational trip into the woods. They'd called up the city, started making arrangements, the rangers had been called by the city, the rangers called the school, they said they'd somebody over to the school to collect some paperwork and talk to a few of the teachers in order to get a general idea of what the trip was for and how the rangers needed to prepare, and to set a day. Then shit happened, and Pierce was the only forest ranger they could send. The rangers called and apologized, saying that Pierce would only be there to collect paperwork, and that the rangers would send over a 'better' representative as soon as they were able.
The teacher who'd met Pierce at the door to guide him to the offices had glared at him when he'd pulled up in the open-bed truck he borrowed when on 'official' business. Pierce was in jeans, hiking boots, and his sleeveless sweater; he wasn't even wearing a shirt underneath his sweater today and his Crescent Scorpion tattoo on his right shoulder was in full display. Not to mention he jangled when he walked because of his dog tags and the piercings in his ear, chin, nose, eyebrow, all on his right side, and the amulets going through his left arm. The snake tattoo around his neck sure didn't help, and the tarantula tattoo he had gotten over the scars on the left side of his face had been viewed with utter disgust.
Pierce had nodded to the teacher's instant disdain of his appearance and flashed his ranger's badge. "Fuck off, I know my job. Name's Wikd Black, call me Pierce. Where's the shit I'm here to fetch?" had been the first words out of his mouth.
It was a very safe to say the teacher did not like him in the slightest, so they motioned him forward and had him follow. They walked in silence for a while, and were about halfway through one of the colleges when Pierce stopped to listen to somebody's voice coming out of one of the classrooms.
"My report was on how Magical Theory and mathematical formulas have previously been used by great magical scientists to create or modify existing spells and have great successes that have changed the face of magic as it was know at the time. Before I begin, does anybody know the name of any great magical scientists who were pioneers in the field of Magical Theory and what their accomplishments might have been?"
Pierce laughed, nearly yelling from his spot three or four feet outside the door. "How 'bout Ragnarok, the Death Witch? That bitch was like a goddamned programmer for rituals and curses, and she even came up with a formula to weaponize the motherfuckin' Black Plague! Fuck, that bitch could do anything so long as it involved killin' somebody!" He cackled and started walking forward again, toward the teacher who was glaring at him from across the break in the hallway. He'd gotten about ten feet forward when the door behind him opened, so he stopped and turned around with a grin to face his accuser.
What he found instead was a shock-faced Chinese-looking Dark Faerie with white streaks in her hair, wearing a lanyard that identified her as a teacher's aide. Hers was a face he'd know anywhere, no matter if five seconds or five hundred years had passed since the last time he'd seen it. His mouth dropped open as hers started moving, saying his old name aloud just before the pause where he said hers.
"Darkness.
"Amaya..."
Before he had a chance to say anything else, she darted out of the room and toward the stairs. He took a step forward, yelling, "Ah, shit!" He paused, then turned to the teacher acting as his guide who was staring at him, shocked. He snapped his fingers at them, barking an order. "Students contained, shit's goin' down." He then turned and chased after the direction Amaya had gone in.
He made it to the stairs and was halfway down them when Amaya swung herself up over the railing, aiming a kick right at him. He managed to block the kick, but then she used his arm as a step to flip in midair and slam a foot into his back, which pretty much sent him slamming into and stumbling down the stairs. She then managed to land on the railing and slid down toward him, jumping and swinging a boot at his face right as he picked himself up.
That kick he caught and swung her around, knocking her into the wall, which earned him a grunt of pain from her. "Kora! How the hell are ya!" He had let go of her boot and aimed a punch at her back when she hit the wall. However, she turned herself around, causing him to punch a hole in the drywall while she ducked beneath his arm, sliding under him and reaching in one of her pockets as she did so. He pulled his arm free of the drywall and caught her arm right as she attempted to stab an active tazer right between his legs; he used the momentum to swing himself behind her and pin her arm behind her back, giving her a very loud and very hard spank on the butt that knocked her forward a little. "Ah! Naughty, naughty!"
She used the momentum from the loud slap on her ass to somersault forward, kicking right between the fork of his legs, very hard, as she flipped him over her and slammed him into the stairs. Scrambling to her feet, she ran down the stairs and into the hallway on the floor below as Pierce groaned and got to his feet, giving pursuit.
He had made it to the first door of the new hallway when Amaya gave a war cry and leaped from behind a ficus, slamming into his side, landing him against the wall on the opposite side of the door. She stepped back and was going to body check him again, but he caught her and spun her around, slamming her into the wall this time, from which she vaulted herself and completed the full-body slam, sending him sprawling backward and knocking against the classroom door, where she had already dropped to her knees and this time charged him from a leap from her knees, which just about knocked the door in as he grabbed the back of her shirt and they landed in the classroom on his back. She tried to stand, but he rolled them onto her back, with the sound of ripping fabric, where her shirt had been ripped in half and then off her body, exposing her black bra. He aimed a punch at her face, which she dodged, then used her body to propel him headfirst into the teacher's podium and off of her, which knocked a hole in the podium where his head crashed through the cheap wood as she jumped to her feet and reached for a yardstick on the whiteboard.
In the time it'd taken her to turn around and reach for the board, he'd launched the podium from him, into a table, where somebody had been seated, then caught her leg and pulled it, causing her to fall forward and smack her nose into the board and then fall to the floor as Pierce cackled, "Damn right, Kora, you know I like it rough." With one motion he pulled her closer to him, letting go at the same time, then sat on her back and grabbed two of the streaks in her hair. She shrieked, sounding like a mixture of extreme pain and like she had just had a minor orgasm, and then she slammed an elbow backward into his solar plexus. He had to stand up and groan for a moment, which she took as an opportunity to do a pelvic thrust backward, slamming her butt into his crotch, which knocked him backward into a couple tables that fell over. As he fell he grabbed the leg of her left pants legs, which ripped, exposing her Crescent Scorpion tattoo. She responded by kicking first to free his leg, then slamming her combat boot heel into her nose, which resulted in a nasty sound as it started bleeding.
She stood up and then grabbed him by the shoulders, slamming her forward into his, then kneed him in the face a couple times before he managed to grab her by the hips and toss her to the side, where she slammed into the wall, and then he grabbed his sweater and unzipped it, taking it off, showing the tattoos on his torso and the one on his back, then using the sweater as a loose to grab Amaya with, wrapping it around her torso and her arms, pinning her back against his torso. "Nngh. Come on, Amaya, play a little hardy. You know feisty just makes me hard."
She yelled, then slammed her head backward into his head, which made him lose his grip on his sweater, which he dropped, and that meant she was free. Using a nearby table as a support for her hand, she knocked him first sideways with a high kick and then used the table to jump-kick him straight into the window, which he proceeded to be slammed into as Amaya body-slammed him again with a glass-shattering crash onto the grass outside the first-floor classroom they had been fighting in.
From there they stood up and started just pummeling each other with their fists and feet, probably for another two minutes, before Pierce finally caught her arm from one of her missed punches and spun her, slamming her back against his chest again. This time he had his arm wrapped around her neck, her legs between hers, forcing them into an awkward position, holding them open and apart and making her use both of them to stand, and he had her other arm pinned against her back, which he was forcing forward a little so she had to arch her own back forward.
"Well, Kora, this sure as hell brings back memories, huh? Come on, stop playing, take it up a notch." Hit me with your best magic, yah?" She grunted, and they struggled a little, not much more than wiggling, both sweating, so Pierce sighed.
"You know, it was fun, but having my naked, sweaty chest pressed up against yours when all you've got on is a bra and some ripped pants is a little disturbing, considering, you know? Might be time to stop messing around, don't you think?" Her response was to groan and struggle some more, which just started to piss Pierce off now.
"Okay, goddamnit Kora, knock it off. It was funny before, but I don't have all fuckin' day. I know you're not that fuckin' weak, so use your goddamn magic and escape or I swear to you I'll strip your ass naked right here and now and paddle you bloody, fuckin' clear?"
Amaya yelled and shrieked and just struggled some more, futilely hitting him with her open hand, but it had no real strength behind it. Finally, Pierce lost his temper. "GODDAMNIT, AMAYA, USE YOUR FUCKING MAGIC!"
"I DO NOT FUCKING HAVE ANY MAGIC ANYMORE!" Her cry was more of a angry wail of despair, accompanied by tears in her eyes, which shocked Pierce so much he completely let go of her and backed up a couple steps and a stunned look plastered all over his face.
"Wait, what?"
Amaya turned to him, her face just about a river of tears, looking at him with a little fury and great wells of despair. "I do not have any magic anymore! It was ripped out of my soul!"
Pierce looked at her with only horror. "Oh my god, Amaya-"
"SOMEBODY RIPPED THE MAGIC OUT OF MY SOUL AND SEALED ME IN A COFFIN OF ICE FOR ALMOST SIX HUNDRED YEARS! WHAT DID YOU THINK HAPPENED TO ME? I HAVE LOST EVERYTHING! I CANNOT EVEN FLY!"She screamed at him, but at the same time, she rushed forward, and after a couple pointless and powerless punches to his chest, she started all-out bawling and hugged him, sobbing loudly.
Pierce was still standing there horrorstruck. "Oh, my god, Amaya, I'm sorry, we all thought you'd just run away, we didn't actually think-"
"Without Ishiki? You thought I would ever leave WITHOUT ISHIKI?"
Pierce shook his head. "But, if somebody tried to kill you- nobody knew where we were or what we were doing, and the last thing any of us remembered was going to bed, all four of us, and that means-" he stopped as realization hit him, as Amaya's sobbing stopped for a moment. She looked up at him with fear in her eyes and backed away a few steps.
"It was a memory spell. One of mine, but I did not cast it. Nobody would remember anything for six days. It could have been anybody. Lorelei. Ishiki. Or-"
"Or me." Pierce finished her sentence, and then saw the fear grow in her eyes. She screamed, then rushed forward and slammed a very strong fist right into his face, enough to make him stagger back a couple steps. She hit him a couple more times, and a couple more times she screamed out, "Baka!" which meant 'idiot' in Japanese, and then, after about seven more punches to his face Pierce didn't guard against, she stopped her last one, and looked at him, through eyes full of tears, sadness, and fear. What she said next was barely a whisper. "I will never see Ishiki again." With that, she screamed, drew back, and hit him hard enough to make him stumble and fall over, the, sobbing again, she turned and began to run the other way. She made it maybe twenty feet before she suddenly stopped and screamed, then fell over, twitching.
In a flash, Pierce was on his feet, and he screamed with concern and the pain of watching a loved one get hurt. He knew the signs of a seizure when he saw one. "Amaya!"" Before anybody else could get there, he ran over, scooped her up into his arms, and rushed to the infirmary, cradling her convulsing body against his.
He didn't even bother to use the doors properly, just bashing his way through them, moving at a speed that was faster than most humans could. As soon as he reached the infirmary, he barreled over a couple of people, tenderly setting her down on the bed, then grabbed the nearest doctor by the shirt, screaming into his face, "THAT IS MY LITTLE BABY GIRL! IF SHE DIES, SO HELP ME TO FUCKING GOD, I WILL FUCKING END YOU AND EVERY GODDAMN BODY IN THIS FUCKING PLACE!" He just about tossed the doctor away from him, then stormed out, just outside the building doors, sitting on the step in the sunlight where he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of is back pocket, and a lighter. It was a small miracle they hadn't been crushed. He could feel pain shooting up his left shoulder; he could already tell he'd either dislocated or broken it in his mad rush to get Amaya medical attention. It crossed his mind he was still shirtless. Still, he needed a smoke, and he needed to calm down. Nothing else would help right now.
(OOC: Amaya IC will be in a coma for about 3 days but will come out of it completely fine. She fell into it because of too much physical exertion from her medical "condition" from having the magic ripped out of her soul. She's a groundskeeper and in-training teacher's aide (it was her first week), in this time period for 5 years. She's essentially out of the thread for now. Amaya is known to be a Crescent Scorpion because of her tattoo, but it hasn't been confirmed/realized she was once Ragnarok the Death Witch.
Oh, and the Crescent Scorpion tattoo was the sigil of an unorganized group of magical creatures who'd abandoned their tribes and became nomadic bandits/assassins/murderers about 600 years ago spread across Europe and Asia. They disappeared about 575 years ago. Their six greatest and well-known, out of almost 400 total members from about 50 years of existence, were Darkness, Ragnarok the Death Witch, Ishiki, Scorpion (all me,bers of one nomadic tribe composed of only them), Liken Moss, a male Dryad, who called himself a Forest Defender, was from Germany, and commanded a band of about thirty-five followers, and Rekku Lyras, an Irish psychic Direwolf, with bright red hair and piercing yellow eyes, who commanded a following of around twenty-seven and was known for being extremely bloodthirsty. PM me if you want to know any more about it.)
(OOC: If somebody wants to read and reply to this, it's an open thread, but I don't really have direction for it, otherwise it's a one-shot.
Pierce's profile: http://159.65.241.122/index.php?threads/6056
Amaya's profile: http://159.65.241.122/index.php?threads/6145&pid=87832#pid87832
And it was Amaya's first day and first class as a teacher's aide too....)
Some of the teachers from the academy, either high school or college, Pierce didn't know which, they were planning an educational trip into the woods. They'd called up the city, started making arrangements, the rangers had been called by the city, the rangers called the school, they said they'd somebody over to the school to collect some paperwork and talk to a few of the teachers in order to get a general idea of what the trip was for and how the rangers needed to prepare, and to set a day. Then shit happened, and Pierce was the only forest ranger they could send. The rangers called and apologized, saying that Pierce would only be there to collect paperwork, and that the rangers would send over a 'better' representative as soon as they were able.
The teacher who'd met Pierce at the door to guide him to the offices had glared at him when he'd pulled up in the open-bed truck he borrowed when on 'official' business. Pierce was in jeans, hiking boots, and his sleeveless sweater; he wasn't even wearing a shirt underneath his sweater today and his Crescent Scorpion tattoo on his right shoulder was in full display. Not to mention he jangled when he walked because of his dog tags and the piercings in his ear, chin, nose, eyebrow, all on his right side, and the amulets going through his left arm. The snake tattoo around his neck sure didn't help, and the tarantula tattoo he had gotten over the scars on the left side of his face had been viewed with utter disgust.
Pierce had nodded to the teacher's instant disdain of his appearance and flashed his ranger's badge. "Fuck off, I know my job. Name's Wikd Black, call me Pierce. Where's the shit I'm here to fetch?" had been the first words out of his mouth.
It was a very safe to say the teacher did not like him in the slightest, so they motioned him forward and had him follow. They walked in silence for a while, and were about halfway through one of the colleges when Pierce stopped to listen to somebody's voice coming out of one of the classrooms.
"My report was on how Magical Theory and mathematical formulas have previously been used by great magical scientists to create or modify existing spells and have great successes that have changed the face of magic as it was know at the time. Before I begin, does anybody know the name of any great magical scientists who were pioneers in the field of Magical Theory and what their accomplishments might have been?"
Pierce laughed, nearly yelling from his spot three or four feet outside the door. "How 'bout Ragnarok, the Death Witch? That bitch was like a goddamned programmer for rituals and curses, and she even came up with a formula to weaponize the motherfuckin' Black Plague! Fuck, that bitch could do anything so long as it involved killin' somebody!" He cackled and started walking forward again, toward the teacher who was glaring at him from across the break in the hallway. He'd gotten about ten feet forward when the door behind him opened, so he stopped and turned around with a grin to face his accuser.
What he found instead was a shock-faced Chinese-looking Dark Faerie with white streaks in her hair, wearing a lanyard that identified her as a teacher's aide. Hers was a face he'd know anywhere, no matter if five seconds or five hundred years had passed since the last time he'd seen it. His mouth dropped open as hers started moving, saying his old name aloud just before the pause where he said hers.
"Darkness.
"Amaya..."
Before he had a chance to say anything else, she darted out of the room and toward the stairs. He took a step forward, yelling, "Ah, shit!" He paused, then turned to the teacher acting as his guide who was staring at him, shocked. He snapped his fingers at them, barking an order. "Students contained, shit's goin' down." He then turned and chased after the direction Amaya had gone in.
He made it to the stairs and was halfway down them when Amaya swung herself up over the railing, aiming a kick right at him. He managed to block the kick, but then she used his arm as a step to flip in midair and slam a foot into his back, which pretty much sent him slamming into and stumbling down the stairs. She then managed to land on the railing and slid down toward him, jumping and swinging a boot at his face right as he picked himself up.
That kick he caught and swung her around, knocking her into the wall, which earned him a grunt of pain from her. "Kora! How the hell are ya!" He had let go of her boot and aimed a punch at her back when she hit the wall. However, she turned herself around, causing him to punch a hole in the drywall while she ducked beneath his arm, sliding under him and reaching in one of her pockets as she did so. He pulled his arm free of the drywall and caught her arm right as she attempted to stab an active tazer right between his legs; he used the momentum to swing himself behind her and pin her arm behind her back, giving her a very loud and very hard spank on the butt that knocked her forward a little. "Ah! Naughty, naughty!"
She used the momentum from the loud slap on her ass to somersault forward, kicking right between the fork of his legs, very hard, as she flipped him over her and slammed him into the stairs. Scrambling to her feet, she ran down the stairs and into the hallway on the floor below as Pierce groaned and got to his feet, giving pursuit.
He had made it to the first door of the new hallway when Amaya gave a war cry and leaped from behind a ficus, slamming into his side, landing him against the wall on the opposite side of the door. She stepped back and was going to body check him again, but he caught her and spun her around, slamming her into the wall this time, from which she vaulted herself and completed the full-body slam, sending him sprawling backward and knocking against the classroom door, where she had already dropped to her knees and this time charged him from a leap from her knees, which just about knocked the door in as he grabbed the back of her shirt and they landed in the classroom on his back. She tried to stand, but he rolled them onto her back, with the sound of ripping fabric, where her shirt had been ripped in half and then off her body, exposing her black bra. He aimed a punch at her face, which she dodged, then used her body to propel him headfirst into the teacher's podium and off of her, which knocked a hole in the podium where his head crashed through the cheap wood as she jumped to her feet and reached for a yardstick on the whiteboard.
In the time it'd taken her to turn around and reach for the board, he'd launched the podium from him, into a table, where somebody had been seated, then caught her leg and pulled it, causing her to fall forward and smack her nose into the board and then fall to the floor as Pierce cackled, "Damn right, Kora, you know I like it rough." With one motion he pulled her closer to him, letting go at the same time, then sat on her back and grabbed two of the streaks in her hair. She shrieked, sounding like a mixture of extreme pain and like she had just had a minor orgasm, and then she slammed an elbow backward into his solar plexus. He had to stand up and groan for a moment, which she took as an opportunity to do a pelvic thrust backward, slamming her butt into his crotch, which knocked him backward into a couple tables that fell over. As he fell he grabbed the leg of her left pants legs, which ripped, exposing her Crescent Scorpion tattoo. She responded by kicking first to free his leg, then slamming her combat boot heel into her nose, which resulted in a nasty sound as it started bleeding.
She stood up and then grabbed him by the shoulders, slamming her forward into his, then kneed him in the face a couple times before he managed to grab her by the hips and toss her to the side, where she slammed into the wall, and then he grabbed his sweater and unzipped it, taking it off, showing the tattoos on his torso and the one on his back, then using the sweater as a loose to grab Amaya with, wrapping it around her torso and her arms, pinning her back against his torso. "Nngh. Come on, Amaya, play a little hardy. You know feisty just makes me hard."
She yelled, then slammed her head backward into his head, which made him lose his grip on his sweater, which he dropped, and that meant she was free. Using a nearby table as a support for her hand, she knocked him first sideways with a high kick and then used the table to jump-kick him straight into the window, which he proceeded to be slammed into as Amaya body-slammed him again with a glass-shattering crash onto the grass outside the first-floor classroom they had been fighting in.
From there they stood up and started just pummeling each other with their fists and feet, probably for another two minutes, before Pierce finally caught her arm from one of her missed punches and spun her, slamming her back against his chest again. This time he had his arm wrapped around her neck, her legs between hers, forcing them into an awkward position, holding them open and apart and making her use both of them to stand, and he had her other arm pinned against her back, which he was forcing forward a little so she had to arch her own back forward.
"Well, Kora, this sure as hell brings back memories, huh? Come on, stop playing, take it up a notch." Hit me with your best magic, yah?" She grunted, and they struggled a little, not much more than wiggling, both sweating, so Pierce sighed.
"You know, it was fun, but having my naked, sweaty chest pressed up against yours when all you've got on is a bra and some ripped pants is a little disturbing, considering, you know? Might be time to stop messing around, don't you think?" Her response was to groan and struggle some more, which just started to piss Pierce off now.
"Okay, goddamnit Kora, knock it off. It was funny before, but I don't have all fuckin' day. I know you're not that fuckin' weak, so use your goddamn magic and escape or I swear to you I'll strip your ass naked right here and now and paddle you bloody, fuckin' clear?"
Amaya yelled and shrieked and just struggled some more, futilely hitting him with her open hand, but it had no real strength behind it. Finally, Pierce lost his temper. "GODDAMNIT, AMAYA, USE YOUR FUCKING MAGIC!"
"I DO NOT FUCKING HAVE ANY MAGIC ANYMORE!" Her cry was more of a angry wail of despair, accompanied by tears in her eyes, which shocked Pierce so much he completely let go of her and backed up a couple steps and a stunned look plastered all over his face.
"Wait, what?"
Amaya turned to him, her face just about a river of tears, looking at him with a little fury and great wells of despair. "I do not have any magic anymore! It was ripped out of my soul!"
Pierce looked at her with only horror. "Oh my god, Amaya-"
"SOMEBODY RIPPED THE MAGIC OUT OF MY SOUL AND SEALED ME IN A COFFIN OF ICE FOR ALMOST SIX HUNDRED YEARS! WHAT DID YOU THINK HAPPENED TO ME? I HAVE LOST EVERYTHING! I CANNOT EVEN FLY!"She screamed at him, but at the same time, she rushed forward, and after a couple pointless and powerless punches to his chest, she started all-out bawling and hugged him, sobbing loudly.
Pierce was still standing there horrorstruck. "Oh, my god, Amaya, I'm sorry, we all thought you'd just run away, we didn't actually think-"
"Without Ishiki? You thought I would ever leave WITHOUT ISHIKI?"
Pierce shook his head. "But, if somebody tried to kill you- nobody knew where we were or what we were doing, and the last thing any of us remembered was going to bed, all four of us, and that means-" he stopped as realization hit him, as Amaya's sobbing stopped for a moment. She looked up at him with fear in her eyes and backed away a few steps.
"It was a memory spell. One of mine, but I did not cast it. Nobody would remember anything for six days. It could have been anybody. Lorelei. Ishiki. Or-"
"Or me." Pierce finished her sentence, and then saw the fear grow in her eyes. She screamed, then rushed forward and slammed a very strong fist right into his face, enough to make him stagger back a couple steps. She hit him a couple more times, and a couple more times she screamed out, "Baka!" which meant 'idiot' in Japanese, and then, after about seven more punches to his face Pierce didn't guard against, she stopped her last one, and looked at him, through eyes full of tears, sadness, and fear. What she said next was barely a whisper. "I will never see Ishiki again." With that, she screamed, drew back, and hit him hard enough to make him stumble and fall over, the, sobbing again, she turned and began to run the other way. She made it maybe twenty feet before she suddenly stopped and screamed, then fell over, twitching.
In a flash, Pierce was on his feet, and he screamed with concern and the pain of watching a loved one get hurt. He knew the signs of a seizure when he saw one. "Amaya!"" Before anybody else could get there, he ran over, scooped her up into his arms, and rushed to the infirmary, cradling her convulsing body against his.
He didn't even bother to use the doors properly, just bashing his way through them, moving at a speed that was faster than most humans could. As soon as he reached the infirmary, he barreled over a couple of people, tenderly setting her down on the bed, then grabbed the nearest doctor by the shirt, screaming into his face, "THAT IS MY LITTLE BABY GIRL! IF SHE DIES, SO HELP ME TO FUCKING GOD, I WILL FUCKING END YOU AND EVERY GODDAMN BODY IN THIS FUCKING PLACE!" He just about tossed the doctor away from him, then stormed out, just outside the building doors, sitting on the step in the sunlight where he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of is back pocket, and a lighter. It was a small miracle they hadn't been crushed. He could feel pain shooting up his left shoulder; he could already tell he'd either dislocated or broken it in his mad rush to get Amaya medical attention. It crossed his mind he was still shirtless. Still, he needed a smoke, and he needed to calm down. Nothing else would help right now.
(OOC: Amaya IC will be in a coma for about 3 days but will come out of it completely fine. She fell into it because of too much physical exertion from her medical "condition" from having the magic ripped out of her soul. She's a groundskeeper and in-training teacher's aide (it was her first week), in this time period for 5 years. She's essentially out of the thread for now. Amaya is known to be a Crescent Scorpion because of her tattoo, but it hasn't been confirmed/realized she was once Ragnarok the Death Witch.
Oh, and the Crescent Scorpion tattoo was the sigil of an unorganized group of magical creatures who'd abandoned their tribes and became nomadic bandits/assassins/murderers about 600 years ago spread across Europe and Asia. They disappeared about 575 years ago. Their six greatest and well-known, out of almost 400 total members from about 50 years of existence, were Darkness, Ragnarok the Death Witch, Ishiki, Scorpion (all me,bers of one nomadic tribe composed of only them), Liken Moss, a male Dryad, who called himself a Forest Defender, was from Germany, and commanded a band of about thirty-five followers, and Rekku Lyras, an Irish psychic Direwolf, with bright red hair and piercing yellow eyes, who commanded a following of around twenty-seven and was known for being extremely bloodthirsty. PM me if you want to know any more about it.)
