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RP: Neshaten [Kingdom Fall] - The Fight Begins

RaWolfe

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The whole show was a way of showing strength, like throwing a bone in an animals cage preying out the weak. Del didn't react, even if he wanted to...he was already injured and was still not fully recovered from the showdown that had happened before in the dorms. Yet the whole show came quickly to an end, even though Eliana got pushed around also for standing ready to help out. Del sighs and walks slowly to Misha "Be careful instructor..." He rose his hands as he kneels down to Misha "Not to be a smart ass but she is already on edge by the whole ordeal of the dorm, being overloaded with food and the action of that douchebag" He eyed Roman and smirks "I believe we have a fragile one here willing to do whatever is needed to survive"

Del tried to get closer towards Misha and sighs slightly at seeing the beaten fox. He wanted to touch Misha's shoulder but stopped in his own action giving Eliana a quick glance remembering what happened and looking back at Misha. He pulled his hand back and tried to check Misha for any injuries.
 

Jabonicus

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The adrenaline passed, as did the need to act, but the fury of her gut was the kind that would keep her awake for days. Either way, the sinking feeling came next, the one where the incoming effects of one's terrible actions came back to haunt them. Never hurrying, never rushing, it would come all the same, whether she ran or laid there, whether she fled or stayed. The threat meant little to her, she had heard similar, and she had heard worse. She'd screamed and cried enough from them, and knew that the best response was to say nothing at all. Her arms raised to defend herself, trying to stand and step back, but she wasn't fast enough, and she had barely found her feet before her face was numb and she found herself laying on the floor, gasping for the breath that vanished as her back slammed against the hard floor.

The ceiling was familiar, it was the cafeteria's that no one really looked at, a simple, vaguely pretty pattern that some construction worker hand-picked, or perhaps had requested such a pattern from the original owners. The tiles of it almost seemed to glow among the dim lighting. It was also the treeline she often saw in the wilderness, the crown shyness of the trees keeping mere inches of space between the touch of differing branches. It was also the dirty ceiling of her home, and the dirty apartments she had hidden within, it was the inside and the outside, it was the before and after.

She slowly sat up, her head woozy. She must have hit it, but it was too cloudy to remember. She didn't remember hitting the ground, why was everything so sluggish? She barely had her hands underneath her before a foot collided with her gut, and whatever air she had gathered vanished, and she cradled herself into a small ball. Her hands covered her head, bent inward to protect both her gut and her head from further damage. She knew what the position exposed, but she also knew what to protect. Something inside hurt, something deep. She knew the pain, and she would be surprised if she didn't find something inside bruised to a fault.

A hand touched her, gentle on her shoulder. It was her mothers, her fathers, and gentle words accompanied the gentle hand.

But Misha knew better.

There are no gentle hands, and gentle words were purged from this world with exceptional hurry. Any kindness left, any kind of sympathy that really mattered died all the same, just without the same prejudice.

She was stiff to the touch, she did not move, shuddering at the motion and the words. "F-Fine..." She practically whispered through impossibly stiff lips. Even her tail tucked between her legs, folded up to her stomach to prevent it from being grabbed.
 

Aria

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"Coward," Eliana spat as the Laibe held her back, but she didn't resist. "Why would you even enjoy beating up a defenseless opponent? There's no adrenaline, no thrill, no challenge. Like seriously, what's the point? You're just picking a fight you know you can win to boost your ego. At least I kept one of you guys away from Misha though, so that's something." Eliana watched calmly as Felonia flew in to subdue the other opponent and let out a light whistle as her kick connected with his skull. Well, that should deescalate the situation at least. Man, what if Felonia was Nadia, that'd be wild, she randomly thought for no real reason.

Eliana tilted her head back to look at the Laibe holding her and smiled despite the situation. "Now come on, we both like to fight, we should become sparring buddies! Let the stress out on each other after a long day, get a nice drink afterwards, maybe another fight after that. We're stuck with each other, let's make the best of it, okay?"
 

club24

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Felonia nodded at Del, they had suspected Misha might have been at risk with any strong-headed members around her but this had gone on long enough. "Delfino wasn't it? I want you to carry her and follow me to the infirmary." The dorm leader looked over at Galdin and scowled, the Laibe flinched and let go of Eliana with a gulp.

"Fuck off, I ain't gonna go lowering my standards to sparring with Daur." He spat as he turned away and moved off with the glare of their leader boring a hole in the back of his skull.

Felonia switched her gaze to Roman who was finally getting up from his spot on the floor with a groan before he had the barrel of a plasma pistol shoved in his mouth. The other Daur at the table gasped as their leader pulled out a lethal weapon. "You, there is no room here for people who don't value their comrades." With that she withdrew the barrel from his trembling face and promptly shot him in the leg eliciting a loud scream of pain, holstering the gun she grabbed the screaming Laibe and tossed him over her shoulder. "Eliana you come too, everyone else in Red dorm go with Green dorm and find your actual dorm room and get settled in, you'll have training later today when I'm finished with these ones."

Infirmary

When they arrived at the infirmary Felonia tossed Roman onto a bed and he was taken into a room to be treated, "Bring Misha in here Del." The leader spoke softly, the poor girl had been through enough for today and for now they just needed to get her away from the crowd for a while. "You two stay with her for now, I need to talk to some of the other leaders before we get started on training today, Make sure she doesn't hurt herself."
 

Jabonicus

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Misha had been beaten before, the stunning feelings of hands and feet colliding with her body was not an unfamiliar one, but of course, it never was a pleasant one either. Misha was no fighter, though in the past she had certainly tried. Such resistant attempts usually only worsened the wounds she would receive, and lengthen the time she would wake up early and find trouble finding that coma of sleep that came during the day because of the dull pain that clung to injuries like a parasite. The worst of it all was when bandages were involved when that creeping fear of disgust came when they must be replaced and switched. She could recall vividly the disgusting feeling that rose in her gut, stirring bile, when she had to change the bandages of her hand when she lost her fingers. She needed to make sure the open wounds did not grow infected, but could barely stand to look at what became of her body. She couldn't, however, remember when it happened.

The same guttural miasma of feelings would come when she lifted up her shirt in the bathroom later, to see what kind of imprint was left by the crude kick, though it would be lessened by the nature of it. For now though, little of that mattered, and those thoughts vanished and scattered messily in much the same way that the inner workings of Roman's thigh did.

All thought stopped, and all sound did as well as the harsh ringing deafened her as she was picked up. She did not resist, though she would have normally. Instead, all she could do was watch with morbid fascination at the events that unfurled before her glossy eyes. The sudden appearance of a gun, the blinding flash of a muzzle, the explosion that rocked forth a signal shard of death that little for Roman or what it would do to him. All the shrapnel knew was that it belonged in the ground beneath him, and his leg was in the way. It did not take a detour, and the sprouting crimson flower of deep red sported his trousers, and she saw his outcry of pain.

His consequence.

Misha had no idea who Roman was, his history, the source of his intense dislike for her, or even particularly why he had qualms with her actions. She did not know him, and she had nothing directly against him until he saw fit to exercise his ability to harm her. Regardless of the reason Felonia saw fit to shoot him, undoubtedly a sense of example more than any actual care for Misha, but all at once a single bullet had rendered everything about the man unimportant and punished him for a mere minute of transgression.

Like the shrapnel of bombs had cleared the board of her past, the single bullet of this small weapon had cleared him from her path. There was a grim pattern and a flutter of recognition. She had been taught to loathe destruction, that arson was unforgivable and bombings a crime, then why, by any sense, did it seem so effective?

The right seeds. Those fogged eyes moved from Roman to Felonia, and though they hid any deeper intent behind their almost unreflective stare, there was something else that stared out from the abyss. In those eyes was a pit, an emptiness that craved to be filled. It was something seen in many who had been broken or lost, and in that pit was a hidden fear for all those that came close. The wrong place.

Such a hole could not always be filled, but it would never cease crying for a stop.

Infirmary

The room was disturbingly sterile, and that's perhaps what offended her senses the most. How others with more peculiar noses could stand it was beyond her, but then again, she had grown numb to the smell of decay that lingered in the festering corners of more urban environments. Perhaps this was more of the same, though on the opposite side. The smell of artificial and synthetic cleaners was strong, but more than they erased, they mingled with the smells they attempted to purify. The slight stench of something organic, as if it tried to hide some specific splotch of blood or vomit that lingered ever so faintly on the air.

She wouldn't have noticed it, but she had smelt it before.

Paired with the artificial hum of lights that seemed to be on the verge of being too bright, the temporary treatment bed she sat on was rough and leathery, obviously not meant for any long term care. She did not speak, even as others moved and spoke around her. She didn't know what to say, but something rumbled silently as she saw that Eliana had come along. Though her gut throbbed with the pain of impact, it hardly felt right to lay down with her in the room. Before long, they were left alone, and that terrible silence lingered, and her foggy eyes found it easier to look at the impeccably clean tiles of the floor than at Eliana.
 

RaWolfe

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Infirmary

Del looked at their leader when she gave him the order to put Misha down, and simply nodded as he placed her onto a bed and looked at her "Everything will be fine..." Del said without placing a hand onto Misha. He was not scared of her, he was careful with her. The girl had spent great endurance in her lifetime and it was only then that Misha's weakness and the fragile sight made his heart skip a beat. Del looked away as he noticed their dorm leader walking out to discuss something and looked back at Misha surrounding, there were no sharp objects, but it wouldn't surprise him if she found a way to get something sharp and hurt herself "There....is nothing to be ashamed off, you protected yourself and I don't know what has happened to you...but I won't let you get hurt again" Del blinks at his own words and quickly added "... neither will Eliana allow anything to happen to you"

He placed his hands behind his head and looked at Eliana "What will she be talking about with the other dorm leaders?"
 
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