Shattered Planes Archives (Seasons 4 & 5)
Milky Way Galaxy => {Destroyed} Earth => Terra Solar System => Hiro's Island => Topic started by: Beware Ye Who Enter Here on June 13, 2011, 01:00:47 AM
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Makarov appeared in a small flash of light. He was dressed in his ZPAA, carrying a limp Flora in his arms. Sasha made himself appear as his normal purple form. "She appears to be in a state of semi-consciousness." He said. Makarov carried her into his makeshift house on the island. It was small, made of a prefabricated shell draped in the furnishings of permanent residence. He lay her on his cot.
He had just returned from the damn fair that GOL had posted up. Him, Hiro, Sara and Flora. He didnt know if Hiro or Sara were still there, last he saw, theyd been fighting off evil stuffed animals. He just knew that they told him to watch over Flora and he did. She fell into somesort of cognitive nightmare. He teleported them back both because he cared for her and didnt want her hurt and because that place was fucking insane. He sat on the stool across from the bed and took off his helmet, sweeping back the slightly sweaty hair from his face.
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Konjan rushed up to them, alarmed, as soon as they entered the house.
"Is she okay?" he asked, his hand lighting with a slight white tint of healing magic.
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"Dammit, she doesnt look okay!" Makarov said, slightly snappy. He shook his head. The damn magic was still slightly affecting him. "Sorry, sorry." He apologized. "Shes... in a bad way, but she wasnt hurt physically."
Sasha spoke up again. "She appears to be in a state of semi-consiousness. A cognitive nightmare, if you will. She is in a virtual limbo of emotions. A nightmare."
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As soon as she was away from the influence of the Embodiments, her body visibly relaxed. She was in a much better state, but yet she still wasn't well. She was still in that semiconscious state, seeing her surroundings but not seeing them. Her eyes didn't move, her muscles lay limp; the only sign she had of being awake was her brain activity not being that of unconsciousness. The ordeal had damaged her mind itself, caused glitches and errors within the data that effectively was her. All because she couldn't access those memories which no longer laid within her brain...
...But of course, once one realizes what those deleted memories were, who could tell what havoc would've been wrecked upon her mind if she had recalled?
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Konjan walked up to her, laying his hands upon her stomach. His magic began to glow, bouncing off his body and onto her own.
"Curious.. A plant-like anatomy.. The presence of the Anrufe is very strong within this one."
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Makarov started. "The Anrufe? Those bastards?" He asked, irritated. "Im more worried about her mind, right now. She didnt take a hit. I made sure of that." He said, emphasizing his point by pointing to himself and his rifle, which lay next to him.
Sasha began a scan of her brain patterns, trying to decipher the meaning and the origin of this adverse condition.
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"Yeah," Konjan replied, "Well.. Let me know if there's any change..."