Painful Feathers

[kiipcha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 564 // outfit // too lazy to describe // tagged // Sage spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY All was chaos in room 37. The carpet was wet, papers littered the floor, and a muscle was strained in the wing of student Anya. Such a mess wouldn't have occured had Anya's roommate not decided to balance a bucket of water on the door and wait for her unsuspecting roommate. Anya couldn't figure out exactly what she had done wrong. She had barely even talked to her roommate let alone upset her. With any normal person such a prank might have been harmless. However Anya wasn't normal, and unlike most people she didn't have to take in consideration of the extra limbs her body had. When the bucket of cold water tipped onto her the water startled her, and her wings shot out of her shoulder blades. Her wings were incredibly long and added up to a fourteen foot wingspan. So when her wings extended out of her they ended up hitting the walls, and caught up in the moment the Russian girl had tripped over the bucket and landed in the corner of the room. This caused one of her wings to stretch painfully upwards towards the ceiling while the other blocked the door. She had spent a few minutes in her dorm after that drying off and changing clothes which was incredibly difficult as her wing still hurt like hell. But the pain had not subsided so she figured that now the best thing she could do was to visit the nurse. In order to keep from knocking over things in the hallway she decided to let her wings slide back into her body, as painful as it was for the injured wing. As she walked down the hallway thoughts of pain and anger filled her mind. She was incredibly angry at her roommate for the strained muscle but her wing hurt so much that it was hard to even think about getting back at her mischevious roommate. She wasn't even the type to want to get back at people as most of the time it didn't lead to anything that one would consider satisfactory. And her roommate had quite the reputation for getting revenge, and that was the last thing that Anya wanted to initiate from Maddie. The sixteen year old finally reached the infirmary, after the very painful walk down the corridors. She pushed open the door, not sure as to whether or not she had to knock in order to enter. All around were various medical supplies, some that she recognized and others that were strange to her. In the back she could see the nurse, a male nurse suprisingly but a nurse none the less. "Hello? Umm, I'm Anya. I have a strained muscle in my wing . . . at least I think that it's strained. Could you take a look at it?" She realized that he might not believe consider that she her wings hidden at the moment. So slowly and carefully she allowed the injured wing to slide out through one of the slits over her shoulder blade , barely keeping her face looking as though she weren't in a bunch of pain. She had to make these slits in all over her clothing so that if she let her wings shoot out that they wouldn't rip her shirt. It was a bit of an inconvenience but Maddie's prank was an even bigger inconvenience. notes // No notes

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[sage]

Nurse Nicolai Sage sat in his office, staring at a vile of blood. There were lines of mild frustration on his face, but more than that he wore and expression of intelligence. Calculating eyes inspected the vial, then catalogued the tools scattered around his desk, taking into account anything and everything. But it was to no avail. Whatever it was that he thought the blood was going to do seemed to have failed him. He gave a strained sigh, and then stood, a tiny buzz of anger eating at his apparently calm façade. He pulled on his coat; traditionally white with long sleeves and a professional feel, with the nametag ripped off. Sage himself had done that; he hated instant introductions. It gave him a smaller amount of time to assess the other person’s demeanor. They would know his name instant, and then he would miss the opportunity for them to ask and reveal a fraction of their personality. To him, it was a pleasure to observe.

Sage migrated from his office, to the main room, where there were cots, sectioned off examination tables, and on the farthest end doors to private rooms that were meant for people needing to be quarantined. It had happened once or twice before, though Sage had never actually seen it; a boy which a destructive power, a girl who was sick with some sort of highly contagious, foreign disease. Things like that could destroy a live-in boarding school. Of course, he could also preform surgeries in those rooms, if it so pleased him. Or experiments. Sage ran a finger through his hair, and closed the door to his private office. There were things in that room that were most definitely off limits to students; sharp things. Poisonous things. Addictive things. Of course, there were objects and secrets stowed away that even Lillian Palmer could not know.


Lillian Palmer. The name brought bile up in his throat. He grimaced, a look of hatred molding his attractive face into something demented. If he could, he would kill her. But Sage wouldn’t dare; he would jump just at the mention of her name. Sage was sure that she must have had an inkling of his true self when she hired him. His intentions were too thick to be completely concealed, especially against a power like that. He could only assume that the reason she did not hesitate in hiring him was because of his credentials, his power, and that she thought she could maintain him. Sage clenched his fist, feeling the urge to break something. And then he heard the creak of the main doors opening, and something changed. In that instant, he completely dissolved his anger, and put a placid, friendly smile on his face. His distorting rage became suave complacency, and he turned, giving the ‘intruder’ a smile. The girl was Anya Petrova, a student he had seen before. He had memorized almost every student file, especially the interesting cases, and this girl’s wings had intrigued him for a small amount of time. But soon he saw that studying her could not benefit him, so he had let his curiosity go. Still, as she released her beautiful grey wings, he could help wanting to study them.

“A muscle strain? Your name is Anya, isn’t it? We’ll have to see what’s the matter.” He gave her a comforting smile, and then gestured to one of the cots nearest to him in the back. “Why don’t you sit, and we’ll check your lovely wings. How did this happen?” The last bit was both his subjective curiosity and his amiable character’s influence. He pulled out an Instance Filling Sheet from a shelf near buy, and stuck it unto a clipboard, scribbling her name on the top.

This is what I am jammin’ to right now. Also, This is what he is wearing.

[kiipcha]

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[sage]

She had hesitated for more than a couple seconds, so Sage could assume she was lying. Which was fine by him; that excuse worked well in any circumstance. Sage didn’t care at all really, since he felt no moral obligation to help the students of Silas Academy in any way. Of course, if Anya could have possibly been of use to him, then he would probably have been a lot more calculating. But she wasn’t; so he really didn’t care. Still, there was a bit of lingering curiosity that would always be there when a question of his went unanswered. Sage gave her a little smile, and then started to inspect the wings more thoroughly. They were large, probably to sustain her body weight. He wondered how it was physically possible to fly. Sage surveyed the possibilities inwardly; perhaps she had thin, hollow bones as birds do. With large wings alone, there was no possible way to carry even her slender body. Hollow bones were definitely an option; he tilted his head, examining her feathers with interest. They seemed more durable than the average bird’s feathers. Of course, maybe her body enabled her to suck in enormous amounts of air, so it would be easier to float. The possibilities were endless, and for several minutes his mind raced. He jotted something down, and then placed the clipboard on the table next to them.

Then he recognized that her sentence had become a question, and tuned in. "If you don't mind me asking sir, what's your name?" Ah, the lovely name question. Mrs. Anya was obviously respectful of her superiors, and seemed like a serious young lady. Sage turned his smile to her. ”You can call me Mr. Sage, if you want. Or just ‘you,’ if you can’t remember that.” He grinned further, to let her know that it was a joke, then let his expression turn serious as he turned to the problem at hand. ”So you think you sprained you wing. Can you tell me where it hurts? May I?” He glanced at her to see if it was okay to touch her, then as gently as possible, he started to inspect the area in question.

This is what I was listening to while typing this.

[kiipcha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 422 // outfit // grey tank top and dark blue denim shorts // tagged // Sage spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY "You can call me Mr. Sage, if you want. Or just ‘you,’ if you can’t remember that.” She smiled and let out a small laugh, "Okay Mr. Sage." The man before her was kind, as far as she could tell and it caused her to relax a little more. But being in an infirmary, she could only relax so much as the memories of her childhood were always present, always taunting. She had discovered her power of flight when she was thirteen and still living in Russia, and it didn't take long for her father to find a way to make money out of exploiting her power. He allowed various doctors and scientists to study his daughter, provided that they pay him in return. Neither Anya or her mother seemed to have a say as her father's greed grew and grew. Once the doctors had thoroughly examined the outside of her and had taken xrays, they started to get curious as to what lay inside her wings and the rest of her body. They started to propose taking Anya into surgery, but the surgery was risky and there was only a 30% chance that she would even survive. But much to her mother's protest her father was starting to consider the surgery. Anya and her mother escaped to America the next day and eventually enrolled her in Silas, her sanctuary. Since then she had never been in a hospital or even a basic doctors office. Anya knew that she would never feel the same around doctors again. ”So you think you sprained you wing. Can you tell me where it hurts?" She nodded, "I think I hurt it somewhere close to where the wing comes out of my shoulder blade, where it gets narrow." That question she was happy to answer, it was the second question that caused her to pause once again, as the memories began to swallow her up. ”May I?" He gestured to her wing and instantly her muscles tensed and she could feel her wings fold a little. Mr. Sage seemd nice enough, yet the hesitation was still there. The hesitation would always be there. But not wanting to leave with her wing still hurting, she reluctantly agreed. "Yeah . . . you can." She allowed her muscles to relax and let her wings unfold. The sixteen year old stared at her knees, and tried not to think of her childhood as it circled her like a hungry shark. Just waiting to pull her back into the water. notes // None

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[sage]

She seemed tense, which was very common in his infirmary. Not that the general area gave off vibes or anything, but being a mutant school, the majority of the population of the kids that went there had been subjugated to medical treatments. Whether out of curiosity or concern for the child’s wellbeing, when your three year old starts breathing fire, one becomes desperate. Even the shadiest of medical facilities seem like a safe haven. Of course, there were those who would abduct these special kinds of children to run tests upon them. Sage could recall nothing of the sort listed in her file. He could only assume the worst. Of course, he generally didn’t give half of a rat’s ass about what could be making her tense, but he realized that it might be a setback in the examination. When it came to his job, he was proud to be called thorough and capable. Sage touched her shoulder in a comforting way, his grip in the perfect balance of ‘soft-yet-firm,’ and smiled at her so she could see.

”It’s alright, I won’t hurt you. You don’t have to be so on edge; I’m your friend.” He said softly, and then went back to examining her wing. He used his fingers to brush back the downy fur that became softer at the point where her wings met her shoulder blades. There was no bruising, though the flesh was slightly red. Sage massaged the muscle gently under the wing and felt it pulsating. He bent down and brushed the feathers away to see it was redder down there and tighter though the skin should have been loser in the joint, for flexibility. “Could you slowly open and close your wings a little, and tell me if you feel that this one is a bit weak?” He asked patiently, though inside he was feeling brisk.

This was what I’m listening to. Cause I like portal. And it’s scientifically, like Sage.

[kiipcha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 354 // outfit // already described in previous posts // tagged // Sage spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY She could feel his hand on her shoulder, soft yet strong. The girl could feel the strength hidden underneath. ”It’s alright, I won’t hurt you. You don’t have to be so on edge; I’m your friend.” She nodded, "Okay," She let out a breath, hoping to loosen up some of her muscles and her mind in general. Anya could feel his hand touch her wing, and much to her surprise she didn't jump or even really tense for that matter. The man really was good at making her feel comfortable, and she almost forgot that she was in the infirmary. At least she was comfortable, until he started pressing down on the muscle. She let a sharp breath, but she wouldn't tell him to stop and that she was in pain. It didn't hurt terribly, it was more of a soreness and it was the surprise that had mostly made her exhale so fast. She was a dancer and had hurt numerous muscles and joints, whether it be an ankle, hip, or wrist, and she was normally quite good when it came to pain. But perhaps it was the fact that her wings had never been hurt before, thus making them fairly sensitive. But Anya didn't want to let him know that it hurt, at least she tried not to, however the sharp breath probably gave him hints. “Could you slowly open and close your wings a little, and tell me if you feel that this one is a bit weak?” Anya glanced back at his voice, "Okay." She stretched out her wings, careful not to hit anything, before slowly bending them closer to her body. Her left wing was easy to move, as flexible and strong as always, but the right wing took more strength and she could feel resistance in the wing's muscles. The soreness had also not gotten any better from having to move the wing, but she continued at least three more times before letting the wings sink back down, the right wing falling a little faster than the left one as though it had tired out from the simple excercise. notes // None

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[Revan Ashkevron]

Revan Ashkevron sat in the library, reading a book. She wasn't really paying much attention to the words, however, her mind was occupied by the upcoming activity that she had volunteered for this afternoon. At 2:00, she was due to report to the infirmary to practice a technique that she had discovered by accident one day. When a fellow student had fallen and fractured her ankle, Revan had somehow dulled the pain to almost nothing, allowing the bone to be set without any painkilling medication. The technique was useful, so Revan volunteered in the infirmary three times a week, and was often called at other times if there was a problem.

Revan looked down at her watch. 1:55, she thought. Guess I'd better go. Closing the book, Revan put it away and headed towards the infirmary. As she approached the doors, negative emotions from a familiar source slammed into her. Pain, anger and embarrassment were the three most palpable ones, and Revan quickened her pace. With worry in her face and mind, she opened the doors and scanned the room for a familiar face."Mr. Sage?" she called, wondering where the nurse was. When she did find him, she was startled at who he was working on. "Anya?" she asked somewhat startled that the gentle flyer would be the souce of such anger. She did not ask, are you alright? because she already know that Anya wasn't.

[sage]

Sage could evidently see that her one wing was lacking in strength after such an easy task. Muscle strains were nasty, uninteresting things that he had no time for. But this was an obvious one. Being a profound dancer, she must have already known that she had strained something. He sighed inwardly, and was about to tell her in his usual nice-guy voice that she had hurt herself, when Revan walked in. He glance dup at the hanging wall clock and realized that it was time for her lesson already. To be honest, he disliked Revan. Her power was something that, if he didn’t control himself around her, could expose him for everything he was. Though she made him a bit angry, he was confident in his abilities. He didn’t hate her like he did Lillian Palmer, not enough to want her killed. But that was also probably because her power had interesting possibilities; pain numbing was just one of the perks he had unlocked. Out of pure interest he had offered her a volunteer spot with him, and she accepted, which was fine. But with her lurking about every couple of weeks, he had to be on edge. She could be an asset, but if she ever got a whiff of his true demeanor then she could become an enemy.

Of course, he was fully aware of the fact that he somehow was able to thwart Empathy techniques. They couldn’t get past his void like inner emotions. He had an empathy acquaintance in medical school, who figured out he had some sort of power from her inability to read him. Ironically, it wasn’t from his power at all, but she had been useful until the end. Sage gave Revan a quick smile, and then turned back to Anya, feeling the strain of her wing again, just to be sure. With his power, he would feel the flesh warming and weakening, the muscles slack from being pulled.

“Ah, Revan. I almost forgot about you. It seems you two know each other?” He didn’t wait for a reply. “If you could just sit down over there and wait, I’m almost done.” Sage dropped his hand from the wing and turned to jot something down on the paper. ”Anya, if you could retract your wings for me?”

[kiipcha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 290 // outfit // already described in previous posts // tagged // Sage, Revan spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY The opening and closing of a door brought Anya's attention from her knees to the entrance. A familiar face walked in, her empath friend Revan. Anya frowned, knowing that the last thing she needed right now was someone to read her emotions. Such painful moments she thought should be kept only to herself and the nurse. She hated when others saw her fail, and having others seeing her in such a vulnerable state didn't suit her fancy either. Revan had already seen her crash to the ground before, and she didn't want to be thought of as some clutz who injured herself all the time. "Anya?" The Russian girl bit her lip and looked off to the side, not extending any sort of greeting. “Ah, Revan. I almost forgot about you. It seems you two know each other?” Anya remained looking off to the side, knowing that nothing really needed to be said. “If you could just sit down over there and wait, I’m almost done.” The sixteen year old listened to the sound of pen on paper and looked back at the nurse, curious as to what he had decided. Anya, if you could retract your wings for me?” The winged girl let out a breath, knowing that cramming her wings back inside her body wouldn't feel very good at all. After a moment of hesitation she forced herself to retract her wings, withholding a yelp as she did so. With her injured wing inside her body, the muscle went from feeling strained to feeling bunched and pinched. The only other option would be for her to leave the wing out, and she had no plans on walking around with a seven foot wing sticking out and wacking people. notes // None

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[Revan Ashkevron]

Revan shivered a little as Mr. Sage's gaze passed over her. He was one of the few people that she couldn't read all that well, and, in a way, that made her more comfortable around him. When it was just the two of them in the infirmary, Revan didn't have to have her shields at full strength, and that also allowed her to focus more on her current task. It still made her feel rather odd though, not being able to read someone. She nodded once at his instructions, and sat down in the chair that he indicated. Her eyes drifted to Anya, and she realized that her entrance had embarrassed the younger teen even further. Great, she thought, sighing inwardly. I just can't win, can I?

Revan inhaled sharply at the pain that flashed out from Anya as the flyer retracted her wings. She sent a questioning glance toward Mr. Sage, wondering if helping Anya would be part of her lesson today. She hoped so. Even if she couldn't take away her friend's emotional pain - well, she could, but if she did, she knew Anya would hate her for violating her trust - Revan could help with the physical pain, at least. She could help Anya's muscles relax while Mr. Sage mended them, if that was how the nurse would choose to act.

[sage]

Sage could see Anya cringe, which wasn’t as aesthetically pleasing as he thought it might be, but in any case it only solidified his straining theory. He pressed his hand to her back and with his power, rooted around in her muscles. Of course, she couldn’t feel it, but he could. To him, it was like he was conjoining himself to her very flesh and becoming one with her nerves. He could feel the pinched muscle and realized something so interesting it made him raise him eyebrows with surprise; the main pull seemed to have transferred itself into another muscle of her body. Her teres minor, a muscle that was right beneath her shoulder blade, pulled across her spine and made it easy for her to stretch. He was fascinated with the idea that her wing could slide so easily into her body. How odd it was, how things worked like that. He wanted to root himself into her body more, but he knew that if he touched her for very much longer, it would become too much. He let go, and then turned to write his newfound knowledge down on his paper. Sage turned and walked back to her front.

“Well, you are correct. You have a muscle. Unfortunately, not just in your right wing, but in your right shoulder as well. You pulled a muscle that is apparently connected with your arms at well. I can heal it quickly, but it might hurt.” He paused, then glanced at Revan, and smiled. “Ah, but it wouldn’t hurt if you allowed Revan to practice her skills. Amazingly enough, we have discovered that along with her empathy, she can also dilute pain. This would make this much easier. How about it?” He looked back at Revan, and gestured for her to come, provided Anya was willing. It would make a lot of things easier. If he could feel excitement easily, then he would probably get something out of Revan’s volunteer work. It was fascinating. But Sage didn’t feel emotions like regular people did. Revan seemed eager enough, though, and it wasn’t much of a burden, as long as she didn’t touch anything his office. He hoped he had made that clear through his muddling personality the first day she started.

(LOL. Get it? Teehee! Because he has a bunch of FREAKING INSANE EXPERIMENTS IN HIS OFFICE. Just reminding everyone.)

[kiipcha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 272 // outfit // already described in previous posts // tagged // Sage, Revan spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY She could feel his hand press against her back, yet again feeling the strength hidden underneath. Anya was wondering exactly what it was he was doing but let him proceed anyway. His hand left her back and he walked around so that she was facing him. “Well, you are correct. You have a muscle strain. Unfortunately, not just in your right wing, but in your right shoulder as well. You pulled a muscle that is apparently connected with your arms at well. I can heal it quickly, but it might hurt.” Anya frowned, closing her eyes for a moment as she started to wonder if it really would be so bad to have a sprained wing for a while. “Ah, but it wouldn’t hurt if you allowed Revan to practice her skills. Amazingly enough, we have discovered that along with her empathy, she can also dilute pain. This would make this much easier. How about it?” Anya looked over at her friend and bit her lip. Not only was she being forced to allow Revan to watch her when she was in pain but now she had to make a decision on whether she wanted Revan to watch her in even more pain or let her empath friend assist her. Many would quickly accept the empath's help in such a situation, but the Russian girl was hesitating. She didn't want to accept help, she looked weak enough as it was. Anya didn't even want to go down to the nurse's office at first. But for the sake of making the nurse's job easier she agreed. "Fine . . . she can help." notes // None

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[Revan Ashkevron]

Revan got to her feet and gave Anya a soft smile. This part of her abilities worked far better if he was in physical contact with the subject, so she walked over and placed her hands on Anya's uninjured shoulder. A sharp intake of breath was Revan's only outward response as the agony that the flyer was in washed over her. Revan's brows creased and she centered herself. She took a deep breath and uncoiled a tendril of power, draping it over Anya's shoulders, and wrapping it around the injured area. Then she slid her awareness along it, and pinpointed the source of the pain. She carefully pulled the pain back along the coil, taking it into her own body. There, the pain was a phantom and could be removed with a thought. Now that the process was started, all Revan had to do was keep it up while Mr. Sage repaired the damage.

"Go ahead," she said through clenched teeth, face scrunched up in concentration. This wasn't anywhere near the hardest pain-sharing she'd ever done, but it still took a lot of focus. Underneath the pain-sharing itself, Revan also caught some more of Anya's feelings. I don't think you're weak, she 'said', though it wasn't in words. Everyone needs help sometimes. That's what friends are for. Revan couldn't be sure if her message got through, because most of her focus was being used to keep Anya's pain at bay, and she hoped that, if it had, that Anya would take her thoughts as pity. That was the last thing she felt.

[sage]

Sage watched, smiling as Anya consented quite reluctantly and Revan moved forward. It was odd how two supposed friends could be so stiff around one another. He knew next to nothing of other people’s pride, but in that situation there seemed to be a heavy case of it. He could tell with one glance how Anya was feeling, and Revan was easier to read than anybody he knew. Probably because she herself was so filed with other people’s emotions she had no ability to conceal her own. To Sage, anyway. Of course, Sage was lacking in the ‘feelings’ area , so he wasn’t one to talk. As Revan worked her magic, Sage slowly walked up to Anya’s back, which was apparently relieved of pain, and Held his hand up to her shoulder blade. He glanced up at Revan, who was close enough to see, but seemed to be concentrating on her own work.

”I’ll heal you now.”It was true that when he moved things around in other people’s bodies, it hurt. And it was true that Revan made it easier. But Sage hated the fact that she was close enough to expose him. He continued to smile, even though vindictive thoughts crossed his mind. He placed his hand to Anya’s skin in the slits of her shirt, and felt pain sear through his arm. A trivial matter; it was the bonding of their flesh that made a burning sensation through his skin. Though Revan couldn’t see, he knew that Anya’s body and his own here connected by a very thin layer. If he pressed down upon her, it would fully absorb his own flesh, and the two girls would likely be horrified. His grin faded as he concentrated, and below her skin he was reinforcing her muscles, making them stronger, the strength they were before. If Revan had not been doing her thing, Anya would likely feel a steady pain in the flesh he was manipulating. When he was done, he paused, and then released their bond, her skin returning to what it was before, and his too. He pulled back and then let out the breath he had been holding the whole time.

(I know, icky, right? Blech.)

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