Post by Jackie on Feb 2, 2022 14:04:53 GMT -5
The last few seconds Jackie even remembers back up there are clouded. The everpresent darkness of her now overwhelmed her sense of memory. Was she... dead? Last she knew, she was begging at that thing's feet. Her pleas were ignored however. Falling on deaf ears while her broken body was unable to save itself. A visceral mix of pain, both physical and emotion, and grief tightened around the sun monk. All gathering and collecting in her neck just when the lights dimmed. Jackie's yells were a pathetic gargle, not too dissimilar to having one's throat slit before she would pass out from the sheer experience of it all. The last thing she saw was Azuki's face.
And then, nothing. Vision, sound, touch, all drowned out as her light was snuffed out.
Just to be faced with a void. The only company kept was a small, dim fire off in the distance. In this state of limbo, she only imagined she was being given a fading vision before death. The embodiment of her consciousness formed to take place as her point of view; A small kid. The very same small kid who was terrified of the outside world after having lost it all. The only thing that was warm was this tiny little flame now. She'd go to it, hold it above her palms, let its warmth sustain her. It was in that comfort that the fire grew brighter and brighter. And for a second she felt like she could hear someone in there...
"Jackie!?"
Someone calling her name. The young child leaned her head to the side and further to the tiny little flame. Trying to better understand the strands of voices she was now getting.
"- You won't be safe if you go out, child! -"
Scion. An older man, and one of the few sun monks also left who taught her. They were some of the last before she left.
"- I remember it vividly, it was very violent... Beings down here, in the mortal world, are often very vile. -"
Tiamat. A soft voice, she could recognize. The shinjin recounted bearing witness to the destruction of her people.
"- Well, looks like beginner's luck is wearin' off already. Now if you're up for it, the trainin' can begin. -"
This one took a moment. Derry? At this point, the quotes were starting to rapid-fire into the woman's subconsciousness and past any semblance of 'proximity' to the fire. Once she realized this she fell back and stared up at her fire as it continued burning with the voices of people she knew.
"- Yeah. I could use a strong constant partner besides my own moms to beat up, heh. -"
"- Being able to punch good is one thing, sure, but learning how to use your strength responsibly and knowing how to handle situations that villainous assholes could put you or others in is another. -"
"- It pisses me off that our society is determined by strength.. It isn't fair! -"
"- You and that Hero. The same fire-based abilities. Along with that human Terryn? -"
"- They're trapped. Their culture, their land, and the other clans keep them trapped in a toxic bubble. -"
"- I just think it was really nice to spend some time with you -"
"- So, Russ! You were sorta new here, right? Climbed the tower yet? -"
"- Jackie... Don't blame Azuki for any of this. -"
And then, the cacophony of voices blended together. Making it hard to distinguish from one another. In the chaos of it all, there was the only word she kept hearing. Berating her with its presence as the flame rose to many new heights the louder and louder it got. The young visage of Jackie just cuddled in place on the dark floor underneath her and held her head. Trying to get them out.
"Miss Jeans!"
Back in the real world, the young sun monk was blinded by the light of consciousness. The color of which was bleeding white, clinical. It beat down on her from above as she opened up and took an exasperated breath. Her heart rate was dangerously high, she was sweating and running another deathly fever, and what was worse was that she was leaving several burns across the small hospital room as flames seemed to appear and vanish around her in that deep, dark sleep.
Taking that first breath, like a sailor having avoided drowning, she can only glance around with her eyes. The body was in bad. The pain still lingering. And just like her usual self, she wanted to badmouth her own injuries. But all she was getting to come out was rasp whines and little whimpers, followed by a painful urge to cough. A couple of doctors and nurses watching over her now after all this were insistent on keeping her wrapped up from toe to neck, with a little cranium wrap on her head, and now they were storming in with the flames she had little control over finally dying down.
"Ma'am, stay with me here, we need you to calm down!"
The panic in the oldest-looking man's voice was matched by what panic was in her eyes. Just... what happened!? She didn't get the time to see it all. It'd take more than doctor's orders for her to be at some faux rest though. She was FREAKING OUT!
Thread PL: 81,000
Current PL: 25, Heavily Wounded
WC: 888
And then, nothing. Vision, sound, touch, all drowned out as her light was snuffed out.
Just to be faced with a void. The only company kept was a small, dim fire off in the distance. In this state of limbo, she only imagined she was being given a fading vision before death. The embodiment of her consciousness formed to take place as her point of view; A small kid. The very same small kid who was terrified of the outside world after having lost it all. The only thing that was warm was this tiny little flame now. She'd go to it, hold it above her palms, let its warmth sustain her. It was in that comfort that the fire grew brighter and brighter. And for a second she felt like she could hear someone in there...
"Jackie!?"
Someone calling her name. The young child leaned her head to the side and further to the tiny little flame. Trying to better understand the strands of voices she was now getting.
"- You won't be safe if you go out, child! -"
Scion. An older man, and one of the few sun monks also left who taught her. They were some of the last before she left.
"- I remember it vividly, it was very violent... Beings down here, in the mortal world, are often very vile. -"
Tiamat. A soft voice, she could recognize. The shinjin recounted bearing witness to the destruction of her people.
"- Well, looks like beginner's luck is wearin' off already. Now if you're up for it, the trainin' can begin. -"
This one took a moment. Derry? At this point, the quotes were starting to rapid-fire into the woman's subconsciousness and past any semblance of 'proximity' to the fire. Once she realized this she fell back and stared up at her fire as it continued burning with the voices of people she knew.
"- Yeah. I could use a strong constant partner besides my own moms to beat up, heh. -"
"- Being able to punch good is one thing, sure, but learning how to use your strength responsibly and knowing how to handle situations that villainous assholes could put you or others in is another. -"
"- It pisses me off that our society is determined by strength.. It isn't fair! -"
"- You and that Hero. The same fire-based abilities. Along with that human Terryn? -"
"- They're trapped. Their culture, their land, and the other clans keep them trapped in a toxic bubble. -"
"- I just think it was really nice to spend some time with you -"
"- So, Russ! You were sorta new here, right? Climbed the tower yet? -"
"- Jackie... Don't blame Azuki for any of this. -"
And then, the cacophony of voices blended together. Making it hard to distinguish from one another. In the chaos of it all, there was the only word she kept hearing. Berating her with its presence as the flame rose to many new heights the louder and louder it got. The young visage of Jackie just cuddled in place on the dark floor underneath her and held her head. Trying to get them out.
"Jackie!"
"Jackie!"
"Jackie!"
"JACKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!"
"Miss Jeans!"
Back in the real world, the young sun monk was blinded by the light of consciousness. The color of which was bleeding white, clinical. It beat down on her from above as she opened up and took an exasperated breath. Her heart rate was dangerously high, she was sweating and running another deathly fever, and what was worse was that she was leaving several burns across the small hospital room as flames seemed to appear and vanish around her in that deep, dark sleep.
Taking that first breath, like a sailor having avoided drowning, she can only glance around with her eyes. The body was in bad. The pain still lingering. And just like her usual self, she wanted to badmouth her own injuries. But all she was getting to come out was rasp whines and little whimpers, followed by a painful urge to cough. A couple of doctors and nurses watching over her now after all this were insistent on keeping her wrapped up from toe to neck, with a little cranium wrap on her head, and now they were storming in with the flames she had little control over finally dying down.
"Ma'am, stay with me here, we need you to calm down!"
The panic in the oldest-looking man's voice was matched by what panic was in her eyes. Just... what happened!? She didn't get the time to see it all. It'd take more than doctor's orders for her to be at some faux rest though. She was FREAKING OUT!
Thread PL: 81,000
Current PL: 25, Heavily Wounded
WC: 888