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ataraxionlogs2014-02-02 09:07 pm
last_ofthe_jedi) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-02-02 09:07 pm
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CHARACTERS: Luke Skywalker
LOCATION: Anywhere from his room on level 25 to the medbay.
WARNINGS: Blood, weirdness, insanity?
SUMMARY: Luke's mirror got all warpy on him. He went ahead and put his fist through it. Now he'll be trying to get to the medbay as quickly as possible without getting too much blood on the floor.
NOTES: Feel free to approach him at any point. He'll try not to sound too crazy.
Luke sits on the floor of his room, staring dazedly up at the tiny, barely adequate mirror on the wall. At least, it used to be a mirror until a few seconds ago. Now it's mostly just a few bloody shards of glass barely held in by the frame. The nauseated feeling is gradually fading and as hard as he stares at it, Luke can't see the edges of the mirror warping anymore. It almost seems as if he'd been imagining it the whole time.
Maybe he was. It had seemed real enough at the time but now he's second-guessing himself. It's unsettling to say the least.
Slowly, Luke begins to notice a couple things. There's a slight stinging sensation in his left hand. He lifts it to inspect it and he feels his stomach drop. Almost every square inch of skin on his hand is covered in blood. The lacerations are barely even visible.
Still in a mild daze he picks himself off the floor and absently makes the decision to head to the medbay. Those wounds probably need to be closed up to heal properly.
Then he notices something else. He's mildly uncomfortable in the jacket he'd been wearing to keep warm in his icy room. It's not cold anymore. In fact, it's barely even chilly.
He'll celebrate later, when he's patched up and able to convince himself that he isn't going insane. For now he just pulls off his jacket, flings it onto the bed and heads out of the room.
Luke tries to navigate the corridors and lifts quickly. All this blood will no doubt attract attention and there are a few other passengers on the ship who have given him a less than savory vibe.
When he finally reaches the medbay, he's huffing and puffing a little bit. It was a rather brisk walk. He cups his injured hand with his good one, attempting to catch most of the blood, though at this point it's just kind of running over the edge of his palm and dripping everywhere. He gives any nearby doctors or nurses an apologetic look.
"I, uh, seem to have had an accident."
LOCATION: Anywhere from his room on level 25 to the medbay.
WARNINGS: Blood, weirdness, insanity?
SUMMARY: Luke's mirror got all warpy on him. He went ahead and put his fist through it. Now he'll be trying to get to the medbay as quickly as possible without getting too much blood on the floor.
NOTES: Feel free to approach him at any point. He'll try not to sound too crazy.
Luke sits on the floor of his room, staring dazedly up at the tiny, barely adequate mirror on the wall. At least, it used to be a mirror until a few seconds ago. Now it's mostly just a few bloody shards of glass barely held in by the frame. The nauseated feeling is gradually fading and as hard as he stares at it, Luke can't see the edges of the mirror warping anymore. It almost seems as if he'd been imagining it the whole time.
Maybe he was. It had seemed real enough at the time but now he's second-guessing himself. It's unsettling to say the least.
Slowly, Luke begins to notice a couple things. There's a slight stinging sensation in his left hand. He lifts it to inspect it and he feels his stomach drop. Almost every square inch of skin on his hand is covered in blood. The lacerations are barely even visible.
Still in a mild daze he picks himself off the floor and absently makes the decision to head to the medbay. Those wounds probably need to be closed up to heal properly.
Then he notices something else. He's mildly uncomfortable in the jacket he'd been wearing to keep warm in his icy room. It's not cold anymore. In fact, it's barely even chilly.
He'll celebrate later, when he's patched up and able to convince himself that he isn't going insane. For now he just pulls off his jacket, flings it onto the bed and heads out of the room.
Luke tries to navigate the corridors and lifts quickly. All this blood will no doubt attract attention and there are a few other passengers on the ship who have given him a less than savory vibe.
When he finally reaches the medbay, he's huffing and puffing a little bit. It was a rather brisk walk. He cups his injured hand with his good one, attempting to catch most of the blood, though at this point it's just kind of running over the edge of his palm and dripping everywhere. He gives any nearby doctors or nurses an apologetic look.
"I, uh, seem to have had an accident."
In a random hallway?
At first she doesn't pay much attention to the young man coming towards her in the hallway, but then she catches a glimpse of the blood on his hand. Quite a lot of blood, actually. A quick glance at his face shows he really doesn't look too good.
Her first instinct is not to get involved, but that's an old habit, and things are different here. This isn't some small town where odd people stand out. There are so many odd people here that the so-called normal people are the ones that stand out.
She takes a couple steps in his direction.
"Hey, do you need some help?"
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"Possibly..." Okay, maybe he is actually a bit confused. He's not really sure he wants to try explaining what just happened to a random stranger.
Though now is the first time he's glanced at his hand since leaving his room. Oh, that's just dripping everywhere, isn't it?
"Uhm... I suppose I should get this wrapped up before I walk all the way to the medbay."
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"Yeah, I'd say that would be a good idea."
His vague confusion has her a little worried. How much blood has he lost? Or is it something about this ship that's doing it? She's heard a lot of strange stories since she woke up here.
She bites her lip for a moment before making a decision and holding out her hand to him. Years of hiding her magic from the 'normals' has made her skittish of using it this openly, but no one here seems to care.
"I can heal that for you, if you want?"
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"Well, uh-- these cuts are pretty deep. I'll probably need to get them closed up with some dermal glue or whatever they've got around here. I'm sure the medical team can handle it." He doesn't want to be rude and tell her flat out that he doubts her abilities, but her offer is very, very strange to him.
Without thinking he takes a wary step backwards.
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"It's okay, I'm not going to do anything if you don't want me to. It wouldn't hurt, it's just a quick spell to close up those wounds."
Privately she's a little amused. Usually she's trying to convince someone she's not a witch, so this is kind of backwards. She lowers her hands, but doesn't move any closer.
"Where I come from, magic is a real thing. I guess that might sound pretty crazy, depending on where you come from. But if you'd rather let the doctors handle it, that's fine. I get it."
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Then he's reminded of his own 'magic'. The power that allowed him to pull off the shot that destroyed the Death Star. Without the use of the targeting computer that even his fellow pilots couldn't make the shot with. And even after that, everyone simply called it a lucky shot. They doubted Luke's abilities after they'd seen it with their own eyes, told him there was no mystical force that controlled his actions. That he was just imagining things.
Being reminded of that humiliation makes his blood boil. Well that does it, doesn't it? Maybe there is something to this woman's claim. If anything else, Luke's definitely curious now.
He regains his confidence and takes a step or two forward again, bleeding hand held out to Wendy. "Alright. Show me what you've got."
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Wendy steps forward with a smile and takes his wounded hand gently in one of hers, holding her other hand over his without touching it.
"Okay, here we go. Finis depletura. Sana vulnus."
Normally she wouldn't need to speak the Latin words. All she would have to do is just focus on healing and let the energy go. But things are a little strange on this ship. Her magic is just a little...off. So she speaks the spell this time, letting the act of shaping the words focus the magic.
The cuts glow slightly as the bleeding stops and the wounds close themselves up. Even the blood already spilled fades away. Wendy turns his hand to one side, and then the other, just to check, then releases it with a smile.
"There. Good as new."
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"Luke, what happened?"
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"I-I don't know. I'm not really sure." He's still pale and dazed and seems pretty shaken but he takes a deep breath to steady himself. "I think I was hallucinating."
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He keeps an eye on that hand. Definitely getting the boy to medical.
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"No. It's more like... I was seeing things that weren't actually happening. I think. See, and I'm still not sure. Maybe I was actually seeing it. I don't know."
Luke unzips part of his uniform and pulls out the hem of his undershirt to begin mopping up his hand. He's already left a small puddle of blood on the floor in front of his feet. Whoever cleans the place isn't going to be happy and Luke's realizing that the trail leads directly back to his room.
"My mirror looked like it was warping. On its own. Then, I don't know why, but all of the sudden I felt like I needed to destroy it. So I did." He shrugs as if to say 'that's all'. It's totally natural to just want to put your fist through a mirror, right?
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If Luke had more training, he probably would have commented on it anyway.
"We should get that seen to." Luke's safety has been one of his major concerns for some time now. Whether he was present or not.
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"I was heading towards the medbay." He starts in that direction again, just giving up on the mopping and instead wraps his whole hand in his shirt. A couple of these cuts are pretty deep and don't look like they're going to stop bleeding on their own any time soon. Getting proper medical attention is definitely a good idea.
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