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| [F] Honoring The Fallen | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 30 2010, 12:59 AM (175 Views) | |
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Jan 30 2010, 12:59 AM Post #1 |
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Richard walked down the Main Street of the Eastern Breakwaters carring a black Steel rose towards a local graveyard. This was one of Richard's amendment oath's he would carry an unbreakable rose to the grave site of Johann. Once he arrived at the tomb, he placed the flower amoung the other, 30 or so flowers. These flowers symbolized a blade Richard had given to a thief. as Richard got up he ran his hand too close to the petals, and cut his hand. "Ouch, I really ought to see these things as weapons", thought Richard aloud. The idea not sticking, but the petals were incredibly sharp, and next to unbreakable. He began walking back through the city, towards his shop, when he ran into someone, "Sorry about that" as he looked towards them... |
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Jan 30 2010, 08:45 PM Post #2 |
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[[[Love how you create the confrontation, makes GMing so much easier =D]]] The voice that replied was definitely human, late adolescence. Probably sixteen. He had a sheepish voice, but hidden behind it, something fought to get out. Probably anger. "You should watch where you're going, dude," he said, grinning. He was a joker, a kidder, a fun guy. It took a lot to irk him. What was hidden was actually a laugh, which he let loose widely. "Y'know, it's not that often that people run into each other here. Most people are used to the hustle and bustle. You even from around here, Mr.... Lion?" He giggled a bit. |
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Jan 31 2010, 04:12 AM Post #3 |
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[Thanks Fission] Richard looked at the teenager, stuck out his unhurt hand, and said, "The name's Richard, and yes I'm from around here, but I haven't been out of my forge in a while." His other hand was starting to drip blood, Richard could feel the warm liquid going from his lower hand up to the tips of his claws. |
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Jan 31 2010, 07:12 AM Post #4 |
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The kid shook his hand lightly, but he saw the blood fall to the ground. "Woah, man, what'd you do to your hand?" he asked, dropping Richard's hand and grabbing his injured one. The cut hadn't appeared deep at first, but in reality several inch-long gashes were spewing blood. "I'm surprised you haven't gone into shock yet!" he said, taking out a rage from his back pocket--his "you never know when you'll need one" rag--and wrapped it around Richard's hand. "Holy crap, man, you probably need stitches. You good to walk? Don't need you going into shock in the middle of the street and getting run over." |
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Jan 31 2010, 07:36 AM Post #5 |
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Richard looked at the teenager, and took another rag from his own pocket, it was roughly 3 ft long, and made of nylon. He then said "Calm down before you go into shock, I'm a blacksmith, this sort of stuff happens to me, all the time", as he then wrapped the rag tightly around his cut, and tied it. "I'll have to go to my shop to get this fixed, you can come with me if you want to." he said as he started to walk down the street towards his Forge. He kept a fully stocked med-kit, in his kitchen cabnet just incase something like this happened. |
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Jan 31 2010, 07:50 AM Post #6 |
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He followed, running alongside him. It was summer, and school would start in a few weeks. Of course, he had decided to drop out that year (his junior year in high school) after getting his GED. Enough to get a job but not waste his time, he would say, choosing to focus on his part in a local band. A death metal band, of all things, with Ike, Mira, and that ungodly awesome guitarist and vocalist, Isaac Jameson. Most everyone else called him Spike, of course, but that didn't matter to him. He looked up to him. "You should really go to a hospital... that really looks like you need stitches." He had been going somewhere, but it could wait. |
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Jan 31 2010, 08:41 AM Post #7 |
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Richard turned his head towards the teenager, and said, "I have all the stuff I need to stitch this at my Forge, and besides, I don't want to have to pay 300 rings a stitch." Richard then thought, It'll already take all year for me to pay for the new forge I got last week. He had already went through the front door of the forge, and made it to the Med- kit in his cabnet. He then said to the teenager, "Come in, I'll need some help with this". |
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Jan 31 2010, 03:43 PM Post #8 |
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He hurried along. "I guess... and my name's Manny, by the way. You done this before? Stitches, I mean," he asked, moving inside a few feet behind Richard, Manny admired the various smithing tools, especially the large forge that he supposed would be hot enough to burn a few bodies or two. He stifled a laugh; he always enjoyed such macabre thoughts, though he put no seriousness into them. "What do you need me to do?" |
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Jan 31 2010, 06:37 PM Post #9 |
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Ricard said, "Yes I've done this several times before, My mother taught me because I was always nicking myself with these knives." Richard then opened his med-kit, and pulled out a bottle of pure alcohol, a suture, a tourniquet, and several rags. He pointed towards his stove handed Manny a few sutures, and then said, "I'll need you to help sterilize these, with boiling water, while I clean my wound." Richard then began tying the tourniquet around his wrist to slow blood flow. He removed the rags from his hand and laid them aside. a small slow stream flowed out, but not nearly as bad as it used to be. He then cleaned the wound with the rubbing alcohol, making sure that his cut was well saturated in it. The wound burned, and had nearly stopped bleeding, all he had to do now was sow the wound shut... |
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Jan 31 2010, 08:48 PM Post #10 |
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Richard's comment about nicking himself--accidental or otherwise--made him think about his bandmates. Spike was a cutter, for sure, but he tried to keep it hidden. Ike... well, he had stopped a few years ago, but he still had two massive scars on each wrist, hidden beneath his fur. He was the only one of them who wasn't some slum kid, and the only one who was completely happy. Sighing, he boiled up some water quickly, tossing them in and taking it off the stove. After they cooled enough, he grabbed them quickly out of the pan and handed them to the lion. "Useful skill, I guess. I'd probably be too chicken shit to do it by myself." |
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