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Post by Ace on Jul 18, 2013 2:09:22 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height:566px; background:url(http://i1312.photobucket.com/albums/t538/evkav/Menagerie%20-%20Ace/fulltwocopy_zps78913b80.png) no-repeat;] Things had finally calmed down just a little bit. Throughout the night people had been rushing in, cuts and bruises and some a lot worse off than others. Ace wondered how it had all happened. It was probably some Carna attack or something of that sort. That Ring was notorious for their unforgiving nature. No doubt they were feeling cockier than ever now that Fallen had lost Skye. Last Ace had heard some other guy had taken over the Ring. Thomas was it? Ace was never really up to date on everything. He only knew what he needed to know and that was fine with him. Any more information and he might be dangerous, or in danger depending on who you asked. It was tough enough having to deal with war wounds each and every day; having to deal with Ring secrets was just too much on top of all that.
Ace moved towards a bucket of water sitting on one of the nearby benches. Dipping his hands in, he cleansed them of the blood that had already began to dry and crack. The water slowly turned a bright red colour, tainted by the droplets that now feel from his fingers. Shaking his hands out, he moved back and gathered up some of the gauze that had come off one of the casualties. The body was long gone, but the other medics had left behind a pile of gauze that was also stained with blood. Frowning, Ace walked it over to the bucket and dumped the small squares in, pushing them down further into the water. Leaving them there, he walked to the far end of the room, to where a chair sat solitary in the corner.
Sitting down, Ace closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. How did I even end up here? Thoughts like that tended to roll through the teenager’s mind on a daily basis. All evening he had yelled instructions at the other medics, trying to guide them as they attempted to save each and every person lying before them. It could never be done though, especially in a place like that. They didn’t have the materials or expertise they needed to save lives. Ace was eighteen; he would only have barely been out of school, not yet ready to even think about becoming a doctor. Now here he was, fast tracked through life, already leading other medics through their jobs. But they weren’t really proper medics were they? No. They were facades, fakes and pretend doctors, none of them really cut out for quite a job like that.
“I’m not built to save lives,” he mumbled to himself, fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt. The white material was stained with even more blood than before he had entered the medical room of the complex. “I’ll get a new one maybe.” It was such a lie. To Ace, it added a sort of character that he liked. It freaked out the girls at least; they all thought it was his blood. Of course, there was not a scratch on him. There rarely was nowadays. Most of the time he just healed it right back up, with only a small amount of concentration. Tonight was a little too much though. His whole body ached from having to heal patient after patient. In the end he’d simply run out of juice. He needed to rest before he healed again. Even with just sitting down he could feel a little more energy returning to him.
A small draft blew in from the open door, and Ace thought he heard footsteps moving closer. Stopping to listen, he tried to work out if he was just going crazy. With no conclusion, Ace simply ran a hand through his hair and leaned back in his chair again. If someone did decide to turn up, he only hoped they wouldn’t rip his head off.
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Back from the dead
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Post by Legend on Aug 1, 2013 23:36:31 GMT -5
It had been a long time since Legend had been around other people who weren't Keepers. Years had passed since his time as leader of the Fulsi, but still it felt like no time at all. He had loved being in that position and all the power he had to help others. But life had other plans for him, and his whole Carna ordeal had shook him to the core and there was no way he would be in the right mind to lead for a long time after. Something about Manic had really thrown him off and he never had been able to figure out what. That was part of the reason he had kept to himself around the ring--every time he went anywhere people were always treating him gently with far too much courtesy, as if he were a child. Or they were the opposite, hounding him with questions about Manic and what it all had been like. He could take it, and it certainly wasn't helping his already diminished mental health.
Perhaps that had been why, but the Keepers had also taken quite the interest in Legend after the ordeal, and he had spent almost a majority of his time since stepping down being tested on in the labs to see how it had all affected him. By now he was an old hat and couldn't care less what they did to him. In fact, Legend had started striking up conversations with the Keepers who had been dealing with him. One sided conversations, but conversations nonetheless. He knew it wouldn't affect most of the Keepers, hearing him act like a normal human being and not this animal everyone made the shifters out to be, but he could tell it was getting to some of the newer staff, interns, or whoever who hadn't really had the chance to interact much with the shifters. When they left the room all but twitching from the uncomfortableness of someone trying to strike up a normal conversation with them, but them not able to engage because this someone was supposed to be a monstrous beast, Legend couldn't help but smile a little. Perhaps that little itch of humanity he'd tried to scratch in these interns would one day lead to revolution and they could be set free from this place.
Legend had recently been put back in Fulsi territory from being with the Keepers when he found himself in need of a medic. He had been his usual loner self, taking to the sky for a bit. Landing as he always did, shifting right before hitting the ground, something caught him and he stumbled, catching himself painfully with his left wrist. He had quickly made a wrap from some scrap fabric he scavenged from the theater seats that he tended to frequent and left it be. He had a fairly high pain tolerance at this rate and assumed it to be a sprain. He put it on the back burner, unconsciously using his right hand for just about everything. It wasn't until he shifted that the problem became prevalent. The transition had been excruciating and when he finally finished in eagle form, the tip of his left wing lay limp at his side. If it moved even the slightest a sharp jab of pain ran up his wing. Cringing, he had shifted back, clearly having done more harm to it and also having ignored a broken wrist for nearly a full day. Patching himself carefully with a makeshift sling, Legend trekked his way over from the park where he'd been to the medic building.
He stepped softly through the doorway, noting Ace, the head Medic seated in view. The boy did not look to be in the best shape, clearly it had already been a rough night. Legend knocked his right hand against the doorframe behind him, smiling apologetically toward Ace. "The weak and frail are in need of a Medics care?" Legend said with a bit of a grin. He didn't want to burden the boy-- this could certainly go untreated a bit longer as he had almost grown accustomed to the pain. To him, it wasn't a big deal, and he didn't nt to inconvienence him or stretch their best medic too thin. Legend wasn't much use to the ring anymore and there were far more important members of the ring to be looked after than a former leader turned antisocial outcast.
OOC// Ugh. Tremendous apologies for lateness. My iPad hates the M apparently because it likes to crash Chrome when I'm almost done posting. Also me being spacey. Hope there's not too many weird autocorrects, I think I caught a fair portion.... Hopefully. 
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Post by Ace on Aug 14, 2013 2:15:06 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height:566px; background:url(http://i1312.photobucket.com/albums/t538/evkav/Menagerie%20-%20Ace/fulltwocopy_zps78913b80.png) no-repeat;] Oblivious to the footsteps approaching the room, Ace’s eyes remained closed. The knocking however rang through his ears and the boy sat up quickly, looking over to the door. His heart stopped, having nearly drifted off, wondering if they were under attack. As his eyes fell across the figure of their old alpha, Ace exhaled slowly, a smile beginning to form across his lips. The younger boy hadn’t had a lot of contact with the older Fulsi alpha. He had joined back when Legend had been in command, and that was one of the only times he really associated with the man. They had briefly spoken when Ace had joined but other than a few words after that, they had been quite separate. Of course, Ace was never really clued in to the happenings of the Ring, and he had tried to remain slightly separate from the politics of the leaders. Instead he only concerned himself with them when discussing more medical supplies. Even then, he had not risen to his higher status until after Legend had been dethroned.
The boy didn’t know much about what had happened those years earlier, but he had always held some sort of curiosity. He was loyal; he liked to know that those he trusted were safe and alright. He was still more than willing to follow Charm, but a part of him would always be loyal to Legend. Despite their slight overlap of a few months of both being scouts, Ace had never had a scouting duty with the older man. Then before he knew it Ace was being trained in a different field, his mentor grooming him to be chief medic, since Fulsi’s previous one was no longer around. Now here he was. The sight of Legend certainly did bring a smile to his face. It was good to see that the former alpha was beginning to stretch out and become a little more social. However, Ace soon caught on to the fact that this wasn’t merely a social visit.
A sort of hesitant laugh escaped from Ace’s throat, as he began to stand up. “I wouldn’t exactly call you weak just yet, I’m sure you’ve still got another few years to go.” Grinning, he walked over to the metallic table in the centre of the room, motioning for Legend to follow him over. The slight rest had restored a little of his energy, but he would have to see what the injury was before deciding whether he actually had enough juice to heal it. Legend was still walking though, so obviously it was nothing too major. Whilst Ace was more than accustomed to healing cuts and scrapes on his own body, he still had a little difficulty using his power on others, especially when it was a large wound. But like a muscle, the power had to be trained and stretched in order to make it stronger. As he practiced, he would surely grow better at it.
Fatigue had obviously taken its toll on the young boy, for it took him that whole time to notice the sling holding Legend’s left arm up. Ace held his hands out over the table, trying to act as professional as he could. “Can you just grab it out of the sling so I can have a proper look? Depending on how damaged the bone structure it is, I should be able to heal it right up now. If you don’t mind me asking, how’d you hurt it? And have you used it at all since the injury? And how long ago did it happen? Also sorry if this sounds a little like the Spanish inquisition, it’s just all standard procedure.” Stopping for breath, Ace looked apologetically at the older shifter, hoping that he wasn’t scared off by all the questions. The more Ace knew, the easier it would be to do his job, and it was simply what he had been trained to do. Without all the information, he might not know which bones to heal and how much healing they would need. All he wanted to do was help. That was just the kind of guy he was. He would have plenty of time to sleep tomorrow.
ooc: posts should be a little less infrequent now that trials are over. however, post-exam brain makes posts iffy... sorry.
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Back from the dead
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Post by Legend on Aug 14, 2013 15:31:24 GMT -5
Legend smiled as Ace laughed, taking his joke as it was meant rather than treating him as if he were a piece of china ready to break. He laughed as he followed the motion to follow. "Now, you're not calling me old, are you?" Legend asked with an eyebrow raised inquisitively. He smiled and gave a little laugh--it was good to be able to joke a little. He had been a bit afraid of seeking out help to begin with, but things were going much, much better than his fears. He listened intently to the questions, not worried at all--he'd been to doctors before. He could see the fatigue in the boy and half smiled with a knowing-ness of how he must feel. Legend carefully took the sling off and then undid the bandages he had wrapped around the wrist. He gingerly laid his arm on the table near Ace. "No worries, I'm used to answering questions." He smiled. "Something caught me mid shift as I was landing. I didn't think much of it and bandaged it up. I assumed it was just a sprain that would be fine in a couple days. This was all yesterday. Today, I shifted and the pain shot everywhere, the tip of my wing was limp and I realized it was a bigger problem than I thought. I shifted back and headed here. I probably did some serious damage shifting." Legend sighed lightly, if only he'd not been stubborn about the injury. It was true that he hadn't really felt the break more than just a twinge to begin with. Now, it was quite a bit more painful, although not anything he couldn't handle, or hadn't handled before.
"Don't you worry about healing it all up, I'm sure you've had a long day--if it can just get reset and splinted up, we'll be all god." He didn't want to stress the boy, he didn't have that ability himself, but he could at least imagine the personal energy it took to heal someone else's wounds. He looked over the boy. Ace was young, probably the around the age Legend had been when he was thrown into this place. But he had to remember that the boy had been here for a long time already. He'd come to the ring when Legend had still been Alpha. What a life they lead here. Kids trying to heal everyone that came there way. No one here was trained in this. No one had been prepared for this. They weren't supposed to be animals, so why did people seem to be acting like animals constantly. Fighting pointless wars. They did what they had to do to survive here, but surely, Legend thought, they could do it in a way that didn't quite so obviously perpetuate the lie that they were all animals and barbaric.
"How have things been around here? Anything you need?" No matter how he tried to shake it, Legend still thought like an alpha. How could he best help everyone? He watched Ace carefully as he went about his work, not wanting to inconvenience anyone. He was very serious about not wanting to stretch him too thin. Legend was far from being useful to the ring again. He could patrol, but being around other people was not something he was a huge fan of with all the questions and whispers and being treated like he couldn't care for himself. It was all too frustrating for him.
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Post by Ace on Aug 15, 2013 3:03:47 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height:566px; background:url(http://i1312.photobucket.com/albums/t538/evkav/Menagerie%20-%20Ace/fulltwocopy_zps78913b80.png) no-repeat;] Grinning, Ace shook his head; his hands instinctively going up to further communicate his jest. “Of course not!” Ace defended himself, but it only aided in causing him to laugh louder. This, however, caused him to relax a little more, his usually stiff and upright professionalism melting away. He was the kind of guy that always seemed serious until he was comfortable around a person. Then he was able to just let go and show his youthful, cheerful side. Of course, if there were people he found attractive around Ace’s flirtatious side would reveal itself very quickly. But that’s just the guy he was. His loyalty was his greatest treat though, and that didn’t change depending on who you asked. Despite Legend not having any real power over him anymore, Ace felt the need to show him respect, and do what he was told by the older shifter. It was just a habit he most likely wouldn’t be rid of any time soon.
As Legend answered his questions, Ace listened carefully, his brain taking in all the information. From what he could tell, it had started off as a simple sprain, just like Legend had thought. When Legend mentioned shifting Ace’s expression fell to a frown and he reached forwards, taking the other man’s hand into his own. With exact precision, he moved his fingers over the wrist, making sure to be careful not to press down too hard or move it around too much. Ace then moved his fingers upwards, trying to feel the bone structure beneath the skin. It was next to impossible without an x-ray to tell what the exact problem was, but they would have to do their best. The shifters coped through everything, reverting back to medieval days when they cured things with the simplest methods available to them.
Putting Legend’s hand softly back onto the cold bench, Ace walked over to one of the side tables in the corner of the room. He heard Legend mention him not having to heal it and once again the younger boy felt his lips curl into a frown. “Don’t worry about it; it shouldn’t be too hard to heal. I just need to get a better look.” Bending down, he pulled a pile of things from the bottom shelf of the cupboard. His red converse fell out onto the floor and Ace unfolded his grey hoodie. His thick rimmed, black glasses lay safely within the folded material and Ace grabbed them, shoving everything else back onto the shelf. Walking back towards Legend, Ace pushed the glasses up his nose.
“Sorry, I’ve got hyperopia,” the boy murmured as he reached towards Legend’s arm once more. “Long-sighted, I mean.” He added on, realising that the former term was one not widely used around the community. It was the scientific term that he recalled having learnt in his advanced science class back before he had been turned in to UNIT and brought to the M. Leaning in closer towards the limb, Ace moved his hands along it again, this time pressing down a little hard, seeing if he could feel where the bones separated. “Sorry,” he mumbled, hoping he wasn’t causing the man too much pain. But Legend had always been slightly idolised, pictured to be somewhat immortal to the boy. Despite that, it was now that he realised even Legend wasn’t immune to the pain of the dome.
“Yep. It’s definitely when you shifted. It might have been a sprain before but it’s worse now. When you shift, your bones move around and change too. Wings are quite different from wrists and arms. I think your shift form tried to accommodate for the break in your wrist, but didn’t know where to place the sprain. So instead, the whole wing kind of… snapped. That’s just my hypothesis though; I don’t exactly understand the anatomy of birds. I’m more of a horse guy.” Ace smiled up at Legend, trying to lighten the mood a little. He had spoken enough of pain and death that night, and whilst this was not as extreme, it was still not the brightest of topics.
Ace placed both hands over Legend’s wrist, one on top and one below, applying only a small amount of pressure. He was about to start directing the energy when Legend’s question caught him off guard. Pausing, he looked up at the older man, a puzzled expression crinkling his brow. “Fine I guess. I was taken out by another scout a few days ago to get more supplies. A proper medical kit would be great but I highly doubt the Keepers are going to be that nice. But I mean, you don’t have to worry about that kind of stuff anymore.” Ace quietened, trying to see if he had hit a nerve. He had the habit of speaking without thinking. Slowly, he continued. “I can handle the stuff around here with the other medics and Charm, Dalton and Tarrik are kept up-to-date with the equipment I need. It’s all going alright really. Tonight was just a little crazy. But I’ve still got enough juice to heal you up, it might just take a little longer. The break is a bit more extensive now.”
Looking back down at Legend’s arm, he began to try and focus his energy towards the broken bones. He could feel them shifting beneath his fingertips, gradually moving into place. The wrist was the worst break, but he could sense that higher up Legend’s arm there was a bone or two out of place. Ace was not particularly good at large breaks, but he knew if he focused enough he could manage it. Legend would just have to be a little patient with him. He continued to concentrate, the bones still sliding back into place. He felt a few clicks as the joints fell back to their usual holds. As each bone moved and shifted, Ace slid his hands higher up Legend’s arm, beginning to work on the bones higher up; making sure everything was in place. I can do this, he told himself. Approximate time: 8 minutes for all bones to return to their natural states. Ace calculated within his mind. He felt bad for making Legend wait so long but, he was still new at the healing thing, and he had already exerted himself almost completely. That just meant that the process would be a little slower, but Ace had a feeling Legend wouldn’t mind too much. He had always been a patient alpha, and that trait appeared to have stuck, much like his own loyalty.
ooc: i didn't think it'd turn out this long... ace definitely needs more practice with his healing.
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Post by Legend on Aug 15, 2013 23:46:35 GMT -5
Legend watched while Ace looked over his hand carefully. As a habit he'd acquired, he'd already blocked out the rush of pain he knew was coming when Ace picked up the wrist. When subjected to intense pain for extended periods of time, you find ways of coping with the expected pain. All it was now was an uncomfortable twinge, and that you could try to ignore. He could sense that the comment about not worrying over him had hit some sort of nerve with the boy. He seemed determined to help, and Legend wasn't going to argue over it. He would be glad to have the mobility of his arm back sooner rather than later. He shook his head at when Ace apologized for the pain--it was nothing anymore. The boy was just doing his job, and Legend couldn't even feel it like he should.
He listened intently as the boy explained his diagnosis and nodded every so often. He gave a laugh at the horse comment, his mind picking the fact out from the back of his brain that, yes, Ace's shift was a horse making a articulately good scout shift. Though, Legend was certainly glad he'd been promoted in his absence to the Chief Medic. Legend didn't know what to expect from this whole healing ability that had found its way around. He didn't know how it was going to feel as he watched Ace prepare. Legend's question had apparently caught him off guard a bit, as the man seemed a bit startled by it. It was that point that Legend kicked himself a bit internally. Things had been going so well until he had let his instincts take over. Regardless he listened to Ace's response, wanting to help if he could. When he said that it wasn't anything he really had to worry about anymore, it did hit a small nerve with Legend. The comment brought a brief flash that he wasn't the leader anymore and sharp memories why that was fact. That was what hurt the most for him now, memories. Physical pain he could handle, no problem--the memories of what had happened shook him around inside all over again. He wondered if there were any therapists in this strange place, because he certainly needed some sort of help.
He quickly snapped back at the mention of Charm whom had taken over his rank eventually and he couldn't help but smile. He had always had a soft spot for the girl. She shared many of the same views about the ring that he did, and had things been different, Legend had planned on being a tutor of sorts to her. But, things had worked out in her favor and Legend couldn't help but be happy that the ring was in such good hands. He nodded to Ace as he was reassured that the boy had enough energy to heal the wound, and Legend just looked at Ace with a grateful smile. He could be patient. There was no rush tonight, there was never really any rush with Legend anyhow.
As Ace refocused on the break, Legend kept quiet--he wanted to give the boy full concentration of his gifts. He didn't know what would happen if he tried to engage any conversations with him in this state so he just sat, waiting. Wen he first felt the bones moving, Legend stiffened in shock, but quickly reminded himself to relax, this, in this weird world of theirs, was normal. He did his best not to focus on the strange sensations as the boy healed his broken bones. It was a bit unexpected when Ace started working his way up the arm--Legend hadn't thought anything up there was wrong, but he supposed that with shifting, something had certainly worked its way out of place trying to correct for the breakage as Ace had said before. And after a quiet and strange 8 or so minutes, everything seemed better. Legend wiggled his fingers a bit with a smile. He was sure that he should still take it easy, but everything now was better. He reached out and patted Ace on the shoulder with a smile--and his opposite hand, of course. "That was probably one of the strangest and most beautiful things I have ever felt. What a weird place we live in, hmm?" Legend smiled a big toothy, genuine smile at the medic before checking out his wrist again.
"That really is amazing, how did you learn it, if you don't mind my asking?" Legend looked to Ace, curiously. Legend certainly had advanced skills and senses, mainly sight, from his experiments with the Keepers, but nothing that was, basically magic. Despite the flop he had made earlier in the conversation, Legend was a bit determined to make this visit into something more social. He was trying to come back into his own you might say, after everything that happened, this was his grand reappearance as a useful member of the Fulsi.
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Post by Ace on Sept 3, 2013 2:49:23 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height:566px; background:url(http://i1312.photobucket.com/albums/t538/evkav/Menagerie%20-%20Ace/fulltwocopy_zps78913b80.png) no-repeat;] The young medic kept his eyes glued to the limb before him, concentration evident in his expression. His brows furrowed, eyes narrowing and jaw clenched tight. His energy was almost entirely gone, but he was determined to fix up this one final patient. Each of the bones began to shift and move, Ace feeling each of them under his fingertips. It was such a natural feeling to him, bones sliding into place. So many of his patients squirmed at the strange feeling. It was such a natural thing though and Ace simply couldn’t understand their disgust. Even as a young boy he had been so intrigued by the inner workings of the human body. How did eyes see and ears hear? He’d barely been in school long enough to learn about receptors and rods and cones and everything that went with them. If it hadn’t been for his accelerated science class, he never would have learnt any of it.
His prediction was correct nearly to the minute. Calculating, his brain drew the final conclusion. Time taken: 8 minutes and 17 seconds. Any other day and it would have taken a lot less time but, Ace was just about ready to pass out. His arm finished just below Legend’s shoulder, securing the final bone in place and resetting the fragments that had somehow scraped away. Pulling his hand away slowly, the teenager wiped the sweat from his brow, taking a few deep breaths. He hadn’t realised just how tired he had been until then. Pushing his glasses back up his nose, Ace leaned against the metallic table before him, glad for its steadfast security under his frame.
“I’ve never really heard it described as beautiful before. Most of my patients prefer the term ‘gross,’” he muttered, a small laugh escaping his lips. Nodding in agreement, the younger man rolled his shoulders back a few times, a few cracks emanating from the stiff bones and muscles. “It is indeed. Of course I’ve seen a lot of stranger talents. I know someone who can change your feelings and stuff. It’s super weird and kinda intrusive I think.” Once again Ace mimicked the grin that fell across Legend’s face as he inspected the wrist. The old alpha seemed to be very intrigued by the mysterious healing abilities, and the fact that he could now move his wrist freely. That was what Ace loved most about being a medic; the pure joy that emanated from those he helped. That was why he had always wanted to be a doctor; he simply wanted to help people. Never in a million years had he guessed he would be a shapeshifter helping others in the Menagerie. The dome had always just been a legend or scary story to him. Now that it was real life, Ace’s view of things had become a little more distorted.
At Legend’s next question, Ace’s grin turned into a sort of puzzled expression. “That’s a good question really,” the boy mused, smiling over at the old alpha. “I was taken by the Keepers about a year ago, and when they threw me back out here I had healing. The next year has been kinda difficult though. I mean, it’s not an easy thing to learn.” Ace paused for breath, realising that his energy was dropping further. Frowning, he moved over to the chair in the corner and slowly dragged it over, throwing an apologetic look at Legend. “Sorry,” he murmured to the older man. “It kinda takes a lot out of me. You don’t mind if I sit do you?”
Ace didn’t wait for a reply before sitting down, his legs thanking him for their sweet release. Looking back up at Legend, he began to continue his reply. “Anyway, I’ve spent the last year just kind of trying to perfect it. I’m still not totally great at it of course, but I don’t know if I’ll ever be. It just takes a lot of concentration and energy. It was harder at first though. I couldn’t focus my energy or thoughts on anything. At first I could only heal small cuts, but then as I practiced, I began to expand that to larger, open wounds, and then eventually injuries that weren’t visible such as broken bones.” Pausing, Ace pulled his glasses off, folding them and holding them in his lap. “In all honesty, I think it was just luck that I got this good. Of course most of the time I still rely on my knowledge of healing herbs and such.” Smiling, he looked up at Legend again, much the same way as a child would look up to his father. Because in all truth, that’s almost how Ace saw Legend; he was the father figure that Ace had never really had. His own father had screwed things up beyond forgiveness, but Legend, though still young, had never faltered in Ace’s eyes. In all honesty, Ace would have chosen Legend as a substitute over his own father any day. It didn’t matter that he was no longer alpha, he was still an important part of Fulsi, and Ace was just happy to have the time to talk to such a brave and wonderful man.
ooc: i think ace has just chosen legend as his new favourite person =P
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Post by Legend on Sept 9, 2013 22:08:56 GMT -5
Legend listened intently to the story, everything was just so interesting about it. He had missed hearing stories. It was something about the dome that promoted the humanity of the shifter race--the sharing of stories. He smiled but shook his head at the notion of luck causing his talent. "In my experience, luck has very little to do with it. You are very talented, and you got that way by working for it. Keep working and only good can come of it." Legend smiled warmly at the boy, "Luck may have given you the gift of healing, but you took over from there." Serious for a moment, Legend gave Ace a look as if to make it clear he meant what he was saying--he didn't want the boy short changing himself, there was talent here,and it needed to be recognized, if only by Ace himself.
"I don't know that many people here know this about me, but I am a huge fan of and play myself the trumpet. Particularly Jazz trumpet. Now I spent many years when I was very young playing and working, but not really getting anywhere. I was always just up to par with where I needed to be. That wasn't enough for me. I felt lucky that I was just barely making the marks, I didn't think that if I kept trying it would make any difference. It wasn't until my mother got one of her friends to have a relative who was known in the jazz world to give me a lesson. That changed my outlook on much of what I did. That man saw something in me that I couldn't see yet. It was that spark of creativity and improvisation that kept me moving on the track and suddenly, I found right where I needed to be. Jazz was my talent. Jazz is my talent. If I hadn't stopped believing my school marks in band were just luck, I never would have found Jazz, and lord knows I wouldn't be where I am now, former Leader of the greatest ring in this god-dammed dome. You've got a real talent here, and not just your ability itself, but the gentleness you treat people with--your willingness to help despite your own limits. That's not something to just brush off."
Legend watched Ace, he didn't mean to chastise the man for writing his talents off. He just wanted to give a reason that acknowledgement was important. It was probably the most Legend had spoken in years all at once, and to tell the truth, he felt excellent afterward. Sharing stories of past experiences was something he had missed, perhaps he really was ready. This too--this rejoining the ranks of the ring was something that had to be worked on and nurtured. He had to work to get comfortable again. Sooner or later he would find right where he really belonged in this place, and each step of the way would help him there. Coming to this realization on his own, Legend visibly relaxed into the chair. It felt so good to be at ease. Certainly it wouldn't last forever--he'd still be riddled with nightmares of his capture and time with Manic, but progress was being made, and it wasn't to be written off. Take your own advice,
[/b] Legend reminded himself. Legend looked back to Ace with a grand smile on his face, he was certainly feeling good. It was only then that he realized just how tired the medic really was and a flush of worry washed over. He leaned forward in the chair toward Ace. "I'm so sorry, I should go, shouldn't I? You look exhausted, I'll let you get some rest." Legend moved to stand, but was a bit reluctant, waiting to hear Ace's response first. Ooc.. No need for him to actually go if we want to keep going--which I am totally up for, it's just him feeling bad that he's keeping Ace awake. ;3 [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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