Painful Feathers

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[Revan Ashkevron]

Revan felt Anya's sharp jolt of fear as her calming powers settled over the flyer. She sighed inwardly. Even my friends are afraid of my abilities. I wish I had a clearer power. Like Anya's flight, or Emmi's phasing. She gave herself a mental shake and returned her focus to the task. When Mr. Sage started the healing process, Revan bit down hard on the inside of her cheek. She could feel the burning pain of accelerated healing, even though Anya could not. When the nurse removed his hand, Revan began to pull her own power back slowly. She knew that if she pulled away too fast, both she and Anya would end up with a severe headache that would last for several hours.

When she was sure that she was no longer projecting, Revan removed her hand and stepped back. Slightly dizzy, she sank into the chair and rubbed her temples. Even pulling back slowly left the young empath with a bit of a headache, but the more she practiced, the less time it lasted, and the less problems it caused. Her emerald slit-pupil eyes fell shut for a few moments, as she banished the last remnants of Anya's pain from her own mind. Once she was centered again, Revan opened her eyes and looked back up at the other two.

[sage]

Sage gave Anya’s skin a once over, just to check to see nothing was wrong. Nothing was. The tampered flesh was as smooth as silk, as it always had been. When he was younger, it was harder to control, and sometimes the areas he would touch mutated or darkened. But he had the reins to himself now, and he could steer his abilities wherever he wanted them to go. Figuratively. He shook his hand out, as if it would evict the lingering pain-filled tingles in his fingers. Anya’s pain had been absorbed by Revan, and though it affected the older girl, Anya was relatively normal. It was all so interesting. Sage jotted down a summary of his ‘healing,’ his spidery handwriting scrawled across the white paper.

“Alright, it should be fine now, though,” He paused. Sage had just thought of something delightful to do. A social experiment that had just popped up into his mind, “You’ll have to rest yourself. No physical activities for three days. That includes dancing, Ms. Petrova.” He let that sink in for a couple of minutes. “No flying for a week.” His tone was final, no nonsense. “I’ll write you a slip, and I’ll email your teachers too.” He gave her a smile and then turned to scoop up her papers and walk into his office. He flung the respective paperwork on his desk and then walked back to where the girls were. Sage wanted to test his theory. He knew Anya was lying about her little ‘tripping and falling scenario.’ It was probably the fault of someone else and she didn’t want to name names. Meaning that this person was someone she didn’t want to blame, someone close to her. How interesting would it be if this little tiff or prank or whatever it might be were to be elongated into something intense. No flying might be enough, but he knew of Anya’s passion for dance from her files and her dance-related wounds. Perhaps this would be enough to heat something up between Anya and whomever it was she was the victim of.

[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 // 349 // outfit // already described in previous posts // tagged // Sage, Revan spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY The feeling of Revan's hand on her shoulder vanished, taking away the floaty feeling with it. She ran a shakey hand through her hair and her eyes remained fixed on the floor. A few short breathes escaped her mouth and she could barely stop herself from letting a shudder run through her body. Anya had just had two powers affecting her at the same time, and she felt a little winded from it. Her gaze broke away from the sanitized floor and instead focused on the nurse, who was standing in front of her. She watched him jot down some quick notes. Curiousity formed in her as she wished to know exactly what it was he had written down. Had it been about her and how her wing was healing up? What if he had made it worse and tore something. She couldn't feel anything at the moment, but there was always the possibility that Revan's power was still lingering and muting any pain. “Alright, it should be fine now, though,” The Russian girl moved her shoulders as if to test if the pain was truly gone, and it was. She let out a sigh of relief and listened to what else he had to say. “You’ll have to rest yourself. No physical activities for three days. That includes dancing, Ms. Petrova.” Anya looked up, her brown eyes wide. How could she not dance? That was what she was raised to do, what she was taught to do, one of the only things she had retained from her early life. Many people in the school seemed to discard all of their hobbies to replace it with their power, but not Anya. “No flying for a week.” Anya couldn't care less about her flying. She flew for only two reasons; one was so that she could do well in her flight and travel class, the other was so she could fly with Danny. But the dancing part had got on her nerves. "I don't understand. I thought you said my wing was fine . . . why can't I dance?" notes // None

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[Revan Ashkevron]

Revan's senses tingled a bit, she was still very open to Anya's emotions. First the uncertainty - that was familiar, nearly everyone felt that when they experienced Revan's power for the first time. Next was curiosity, directed towards what Mr. Sage was writing. Then shock and emotional pain, causing Revan to wince visibly. It would take her some time to restore her shields, time and concentration. Not to mention a place of solitude for her to work in. A part of her want to flee and run to her room where she could be alone to meditate, but her volunteering time wasn't up yet.

Revan was rather curious herself as to why Mr. Sage was forbidding Anya to dance. It could have something to do with the way the muscles in her body had been healed, but Revan knew that the nurse's healing skills were good enough that he should have been able to heal Anya to the point where the injury might never have existed in the first place. Perhaps he just wants to be sure that Anya does not undo his work, the empath mused. Something about that didn't seem quite right, but Revan brushed it off as a reaction to the extensive amount of pain-sharing she had been doing lately. Revan frowned inwardly, trying to gauge her own emotional strength and state. She did not look forward to eating dinner with all the other students. In fact, she wasn't really hungry at all. She rarely was after pain-sharing sessions. Most of the time, as soon as her shift was over, she would go back to her room and crash for a couple of hours. Then she would spend the next forty minutes or so rebuilding her shields. Shaking off those thoughts, Revan returned her attention to the present.

[sage]

Sage watched frustration and shame flicker past Anya’s expressions. That would definitely be interesting, Sage thought, studying her longer before leaning against a cot and folding his arms. He listened to her with a serious expression on his face. It almost amused him when people thought his expressions meant he was concerned. He sighed, nodding at her words.

“I did say that, but my power doesn’t always completely fix everything.” This was all complete bullshit, and he knew it. Of course her muscle was just fine, better than fine; it was probably stronger than before. He might have overdone himself a bit. But he just couldn’t miss out on an ample opportunity to test his lovely little students. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he almost forgot that he was supposed to have a serious, doctor-like face on. “If you hurt yourself dancing or flying again, this time it won’t be some easy little strain. Most likely you’ll completely rip something completely through. Then the recovery time will be longer. Just be glad you don’t go to some normal school and have three weeks to recover, as you would if I couldn’t do anything for you.” He paused, and then smiled kindly at her. “It’s just three days. Just don’t be so clumsy the next time.” The last part was meant to jab at something. He watched her face carefully for a couple seconds, and then glanced at Revan, who seemed to be preoccupied with being concerned for her friend. He wasn’t going to be looking forward to having their little ‘volunteer time’ together. It was hard on him, having to put on his ‘nice face’ so thickly for a long period of time. Maybe he could just say that it wouldn’t be a busy day and get her out of there. That would be nice.

“Oh!” He said, as if he had forgotten it, and then turned and took a slip from a pile of pinkish papers. He filled out the necessary information, and then signed his slanted, cursive signature. Sage reached out and placed the pink paper next to her leg and pulled back his lips in that signature smile. “Just show this to any teachers who try to make you do strenuous activities.”

[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 // 413 // outfit // already described in previous posts // tagged // Sage, Revan spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY “I did say that, but my power doesn’t always completely fix everything.” Anya couldn't help but wonder why they didn't have an actual healer instead. Surely a healer would have a more affective result. And he was a muscle manipulator, and she had strained a muscle not broken a bone. Perhaps he needed to get a little more practice with his power before treating others. The Russian girl looked up at Sage's face just in time to see the corners of his mouth twitch. She raised an eyebrow, a bit of suspicion raising within. “If you hurt yourself dancing or flying again, this time it won’t be some easy little strain. Most likely you’ll completely rip something completely through. Then the recovery time will be longer. Just be glad you don’t go to some normal school and have three weeks to recover, as you would if I couldn’t do anything for you.” Anya let out a sigh, knowing that he had a point. There was no way she was going to be happy about it though. “It’s just three days. Just don’t be so clumsy the next time.” Her hands gripped the edge of the cot again. The worst thing you could say to an experienced dancer was to call her clumsy, and Sage had done just that. Anya wasn't one to get angry so quickly, but considering that she had hurt her wing, was seen in distress by Revan, and was now just called clumsy she wasn't exactly ready to put on a happy face. She wanted so badly to just scream at him that it was her stupid roommate's fault and not her own, but if she did that Maddie would surely get back at her. "I won't." Her voice was sharp, and Anya made no effort to hide it. The sixteen year old sat up from the cot and was about to walk out of the door when the nurse spoke again. “Oh!” What now!? Am I not allowed to walk either!? She looked back at the nurse to see him filling out a little pink slip of paper before placing it on the bed. Anya picked it up, trying hard to not just stuff it in her pocket as though it was as useless as the piece of paper found in a fortune cookie. “Just show this to any teachers who try to make you do strenuous activities.” Letting out another sigh, Anya responded before walking out the door. "Will do sir." notes // None

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[Revan Ashkevron]

Anya's anger struck Revan like a blow, nearly knocking the young empath to the ground. She felt a flash of her own anger in response, and bit her lip. They don't realize how much power they have in their rage, she told herself. And if anything, it's my fault for letting it affect me so. I've been here for three years, I should be able to shield myself. She watched Anya storm out of the infirmary and held back a sigh. There was no way that she would be able to do another pain-sharing today. She got to her feet somewhat unsteadily and turned to face Mr. Sage. "I'm sorry, Mr. Sage," she said quietly, gathering the remnants of her shields and pulling them tight around her. "I've reached my limits. I won't be able to do any more pain-sharing today." She might have been mistaken, but she could have sworn that she felt a flash of relief from the nurse. Mr. Sage nodded and smiled pleasantly at her. "That's alright, Revan," he replied. "We'll continue working on your limits next time."

Revan nodded once, a grateful smile on her face. She walked quickly out of the infirmary, aware of Mr. Sage's gaze on her until she closed the door. Pain-sharing was surprisingly taxing in the physical aspects, as well as the mental ones for Revan, and she was very tired as she approached the door to her room. Closing and locking it behind her, she collapsed on her bed, completely exhausted, and fell into a dreamless sleep.

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