The nature of his injuries...

[Sadist]

The Nature of his Injuries...

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He hardly paid attention to what was giong on around him as the nurse brought him into the emergency room. He was too busy trying to figure out what he was going to tell the police, since there was no way in Hell any cop would take him as a credible anything if he started talking about magic spells and injuries that didn't seem to have any tangible cause. Fey only snapped out of his revere when the doctor moved his right arm. <"That hurts! Right...you don't speak English, do you..."> He sighed and shook his head, wishing, not for the first time, or even the hundredth, that he hadn't said anything to that cabbie. He might be in trouble for not paying the fare, but at least he'd be at the hotel. Uninjured, still in possession of his luggage and ID, and without an insane story to tell the police.

It was a strangely familiar situation to Fey, sitting in a hospital bed, trying to explain away injuries and his headaches. The difference, this time, was that even he didn't believe the truth. In the past, he'd had to explain that no, his sister wasn't beating him. That he was learning mixed martial arts. It had annoyed the Hell out of Amber and scared him how quickly the doctors and police tried to dismiss his protestations. That they had been all too happy to tear their life apart. As if Amber were the one who was a danger to him, after everything he'd been through.

A flash of blood in his mind's eye, searing pain coursing through him that started right between his eyes. NO! Fey shook himself out of his memories. He did not need to think about that place right now. Not ever, unless his therapist could walk him safely through the pain. Looking around, he was surprised to note that he was alone. Probably waiting on equipment to be available for one test or another.

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You cannot break those who are already Shattered

The familiarity of the hospital was sickening sometimes, that she could walk these halls not be question. Either because she was here regularly because of work. Or that she spent much of her childhood in and out of these rooms herself due to her own genetic illness. But more so, because some of the reasons she gets called here to this hospital had to do more with her...


Other job than that of being a detective for the city.


When the call came in from the Miracle Hospital had been flagged by the individual that had called it in by the hospital staff. Jeniou were good for spotting unit caused trouble, which is why the city ran with the Aristocrat family keeping battle cause injury a secret.


And if one could believe their so call nature, took care of them as charity work.



A slight nod here or there and Keiko walked passed the main desk with simple pointed hand of the nurse at the desk who was busy on the phone. Her badge secure on her waist exposed to show anyone who doubted what she was. The gun on the other hand, hidden underneath her jacket slung around her torso tucked away. Not that she was one to use it, not the most deadliest weapon at her hands, but without either her adoptive brother or twin sister at hand it was just as well.



”Doctor Gen.” the polite voice of hers, in smooth tones called the attention of one younger doctor that was looking paperwork with a nurse. He was normally the few on the emergency floor that dealt with injuries flagged to be caused by unit battle. The man looked up at her as he motioned for the nurse to take something and be on her way.



“Foreign. Not to worse for wear but it will be a few days before the worst of the effects wear off. Doesn’t speak a bit of Japanese. Hope you English isn’t too rusty. The young man just went right into it. No pleasureties, that was just the way this one ways. Some others would small talk her about her brother, the soon to be Chief of Police, or about her other things. He held out the clipboard for her to look at. Which she did, slightly, she seen enough hashed notes that this paperwork was true enough but would be burned or hidden.


Again, how much does one believe in the good faith of the Jeniou Charity work.



It’s not He took it back from her as he pointed to one of the closed doors.



”And he doesn’t have a clue what happened to him. So have fun with that. My job is to patch people up. Explain stuff is the Academy job.”

“ Or a hound. She bowed, sweet smile on her lips as she parted from him to walk up to the closed door. Might as well get her work done. Regardless if it was Hound or Police. She knocked lightly on the door. “ (Fey-san, May I enter?) ”

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Uniform appearance. Keiko is all business   and hair style

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The Nature of his Injuries...

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His head snapped to the door at the sound of a light knock and a voice saying his name...sort of.<"Holy sh*t! You speak English?"> Fey cringed at how dumb that sounded and sighed. Bad enough he was stuck in the hospital, but did he have to keep looking stupid in front of people, too? <"Ah, yeah, come in.">

He stared at the woman who entered the room then, trying to figure out just what type of person this was. A translator? Rhys had said there were translators here who could help him talk to people. But...no, she didn't have that bookish feel he associated with that type of job. She held herself more like the cops he'd talked to in the past. Again, though, that didn't quite seem to fit her. Fey frowned as he realized that whatever it was about her, she just felt...wrong to him. As a result of this realization, his next words were spoken in a harsher tone than he would normally use. <"Who are you, exactly?">

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She left the door slightly open as she stepped in. Not letting anything really show on her face, other then that sweet simple smile on her lips. Something that kept her from coming off as a harsh officer then her brother. Most people didn’t immediately shut her out like Kamijo, who came of harsh and abrasive. The talent that Keiko seemed to copy off of Leia; since her twin could talk the pants off about anyone it seemed.


Straight or not.


The ring....



It was what she was preparing to deal with.


Individual's who didn't know what they were, the moment her ring touched their mind it reacted to defended itself. 


But there was just silences.


Odd, untrained minds just blasted, made this irrating and the first thing she always had to do was teach someone how to make their sound to be quieter. And it went better when Leia was there to shield her from any side effects. But the good Doctor paper work listed him as a possible sacrifices. Never ask how a Jeniou would know that but,. Doctor Gen was most likely right, the kid must not even know. Was probably afraid if he spoke about it he’d be put in an asylum because any doctor would think he was off his rocker. How lucky he was in Kibo or perhaps a Jenoiu hospital.


Probably the latter.


“(I’m a Private Detective of the Kibo Police department, Nakahara” Keiko unclipped her badge from her belt to show the young man as she stepped away from the door. She held it out to him to look at it. Some people found some odd comfort in holding an Officer’s badge like it made it more real after such an incident. “ (The hospital staff called about a mugging with some interesting injuries and had request that I come out. Are you feeling up to talking about what happened Fey-san?)” She took a seat by the bed he was sitting on.

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Fey glanced at the badge, sighed in resignation and looked away from her. The answer to her question about if he wanted to talk about it, of course, was a resounding no, so he did the only thing he could think of. He deflected. <"A torn rotator cuff, bruises and lacerations, a possible broken rib? Those injuries are pretty standard for any beating, in my experience. Why are you lying to me about why they called you?">

Biting his bottom lip, he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. <"Don't answer that. All I want to know right now is how long you think it will take to get my things back from the freaks who did this to me."> He plucked at the jacket Rhys had told him to toss, which he wouldn't until he was absolutely certain he couldn't get the blood out. <"If you can't answer that, then I don't really have any incentive to talk to you.">

As he spoke, he kept trying to figure out why she seemed wrong to him. Why he was itching to get out of the room, find the nearest security officer, and ask that she be kept away from him. His breath hitched, fear starting to build. He looked at the bed to find the call button. Which is when he finally noticed that the doctor had placed it too far for him to reach without getting up and walking past the woman. Just as he was about to panic, his vision exploded in flashes of light, and he fell back against the bed with an incoherent cry of pain. He clawed at his eyes with his good hand as the headache seemed to last so much longer than they ever had before.

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Things always happen fast, faster than people think they should sometimes. She increased her ring a little by little as she walked across the room and sat down. If his ring wasn’t going to sound, then she was just going to force it to. His attitude portrayed a sacrifice to a ‘T’. Defensive, disjunctive, if he was a fighter the reaction to her presence would have been different. What she hadn't been expecting?



The sudden turn from talking.



To trying to dig his eye out.



Her ring caused many things, but a sacrifice’s ring should try to counter her’s back not fall on itself.


Keiko was up off the chair only seconds after the young man fell back on the bed. Concealing her ring away so that the damage was done but would not continue, and grab his good hand a pinning it above his head. Using her body weight to pin him from moving anymore as he wiggled about in back, and shifted his head as it was pinned looking at the wall furthest away from them.


“ (Focus Fey, and take control. Breath and push the pain out towards the Wall. Picture the pain as a bullet, and shoot it out.)” THe sweet smile was gone, all the left was the cool, commanding tone she used with fighters. Not the first time she had someone wreathed in pain, but this wasn’t her ring’s different effect. This normally happened AFTER the others ring tried to attack her. Who’s ring inverts on itself when its assaulted. He shut her out and went to facts. So fact him back through it. “ ( I am here because who attacked you used just words. Simple complex words that did things. Things that looked like Magic. I can explain what that is. Why your head is exploding. But first you must BREATH and TAKE control. Breath and direct the pain to the wall.)”

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In the midst of his pain, something happened that froze him. Someone was pinning him down. Someone strong, commanding. Someone he didn't trust. His head wasn't hurting anymore. The fear was still there, but it was changing to something more dangerous. His voice was low, controlled and angry. <"Let me go.">

Fey focused on her words and the feel of her pinning him. Only it wasn't pain he was feeling now, it was anger, bordering on fury. <"Let me go. NOW."> And his brain felt like it was on fire again, only it didn't hurt. He didn't know why, but he didn't particularly care. He just wanted this b*tch off him. Now. And he put all of his anger and the burning in his mind into his words that he spat at the feel, the sound, the very presence of her.

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Ill timed revert, the sudden change made her own breath catch in her throat. Him pushing back on her was what she was hopping he would not do. Why doesn’t anyone ever follow the police officer’s directions? This was probably why Leia always wanted to be with her when she did things like this. Because if could make things go wrong for her just as fast. A heart flutter, just enough of a skip because she wasn’t appeared for the backlash could make her have another heart attack. Stupid simple things like that could cause it.


But Keiko was more experienced then the young man trying to turn his will against her.



And she had something he didn’t have a thought of yet.


Keiko had hold of her true self.



“ <[ You can not break that which is already Shattered ] > “ It was Leia start to their namesake spell. It it was always enough to focus her will. To break apart his directed ring against her so the effect just fell apart and shield herself from the effect. She loosed her grip enough so he could turn his head and look at her. If he wanted to focus on her, then it would just fall apart around him now. “ (I am just trying to help you control your namesake, Fey-san. Either do as I have asked or I am going to use the sedative that Doctor Gen has kindly left me under that pillow and put you to sleep until your ring stops on its own. Now Breath and focus on the wall. Please?)”

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Fey went utterly still at her words before opening his eyes. <"You're not my f*cking therapist, lady. Now get the f*ck off of me."> The thought of his therapist had her voice echo in his mind. Use your words, Ravyn. Most people don't understand PTSD. You have to be able to talk them through how to help you. He glared up at her, head buzzing with the aftershocks of what had just happened. He wasn't interested in the damned wall. <"You're making it worse. Let go. Back off. Leave."> That's a start, but it isn't very helpful. The remembered advice made him growl softly in frustration. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. <"I need you to back off, or I won't be able to calm down. Please.">

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Even if he didn’t realize it, the effect was waning, the last out was strongest against her. If he was able to talk without that “commanding” tone that happened when an unknowing sacrifice tries to enforce the unknown. Dark brownish eyes just studied his face for a moment longer before she let go of his good arm and stood up off the bed. Loose strands of her hair fell over her eyes as Keiko found herself taking slow breaths to keep from “huffing”. Last thing she needed was to make herself overworked and cause herself something else. A few steps back, her heels echoed against the floor but her feet set uneased that she didn’t bother to take another step.


If she did, she just fall to the floor from shaking knees.


Instead she closed her own eyes, and focused inward together her center back. Her ring was no sounding, it was just the implication of the stronger end of her will that took alot out of her. Sweat had build up on the back of her neck after those fast few minutes of struggle. Taking her own advice, Keiko took in steady breaths to recenter her uneased mind.



A lingering emotional effect?



It seemed that was what his ring was trying to push for.



She felt a bit more irritated with his episode than she normally is when does this. The young officer was more forgiving than the other hounds. Satoshi would not have been, depending on which personality took hold at that point.



Leia would have just stuck him with the needle without so much of a word.




Kamijo....



No her brother would have just taking a police report and went “you can find some answer to that question you're not talking about because you think I’d think you're crazy” and handed him the schools card.




And Kyros....



No that dumb blonde would just make shit worse, just to test the young man's limits.



“ Breathe Keiko, Center, Breathe” She repeated to herself in Japanese. Seeing no point if the young man seemed to think he didn’t need her help. The chair would be a good idea in a few minutes if her legs could get her that far back. It was just a few more step but at the moment it felt like a mile.

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The moment her weight was off him, Fey breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his now-shaking left hand in front of his face and breathed slowly. As he concentrated on steadying his hand, the buzzing in his mind eased and finally went quiet. When he was as calm as he was going to get, he dropped his hand to his chest and looked over at her. <"So...A) I'm not losing my mind, they did attack me with words. B) You're just like them. C) You seem to think I'm like them as well. That about sum it up?">

He carefully pushed himself back up to a sitting position and slid his hand under the pillow to get a firm grip around the syringe there. No way in Hell was anyone using that sh*t on him. <"I'm not going to ask you the questions you want me to ask. I really only care about getting my possessions back from the two who attacked me."> As he spoke, he pulled the syringe out from under the pillow and looked at it before pointing it away from them both and depressing the plunger to empty it.

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She didn’t answer him right away, to confirm what he state in a factical voice as he assessed the situation. Her heart was lumping a too fast in her chest, nails digging into the palms of her hands, it took a lot of her personal control not to bit down on her lip. Anger, it pulsed in her now. Annoyance turned into hot white anger. This was the lasting after shock of his ring, were her’s should have broken it until it was just empty. Brown eyes forced on the wall away from him, look at him not at him. Her body was rigid, shoulder held up square, the itch instinct to grab for her gun.



Breathe.. Breathe and pushing it out



Except she was holding her breath and locking her teeth shut.


Hot, white fury to the bones that would make anyone lash out and scream at the young man’s stupidness for not realizing the situation he had been in; was still in. THe feeling to wrap her hands around his neck and throttled him.


Hands.


*CLAP*



She slapped her hands together in front of her, finding a means to focus to undesire emotions out and to the wall. The whooshing release of her unstable will slammed against the wall making the chart and cabinets shutter at the unseen force.


A gasp for air as she fell back the last few steps into the chair she had been sitting in, as the drained emotion left her uncomfortable weak. Her head fell against the back of the chair as her breathed like she had just ran a marathon.


This should not have been attempted without a canceler.




Wasn’t that what Kyros kept tell her?



Everytime she did this without a fighter she ran this risk, and everytime she would tell herself it wasn’t necessary. She didn’t need the Doll or her fighter, because most people didn’t attack her they follow instructions. Because the unknowns didn’t have as much practice with their own wills. He must have an unknowing understanding of it, or he was just a natural.


Shaking hands covered over her face.



This was emotion drain, she had to hope that it was not causing a Atrial Flutter.


“ (It......It would depend on... how much.. information you can give me about them)”

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Fey stared at her, arching an eyebrow at what happened when she clapped her hands together. Her behaviour was interesting, in that way that a scorpion's behaviour would be interesting. Now that she wasn't doing anything to trigger his memories, he was able to see her clearly. <"I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that you being angry has something to do with me? I've noticed that from time to time...usually goes along with my headaches."> His voice was cold, detatched, so completely unlike him that he frowned and looked away from her, trying to figure out why he sounded that way.

<"I feel numb..."> Shaking his head, he placed the syringe on the bed beside him and pulled out his cell. Opening the camera roll, he opened the most recent picture. <"I didn't get much...just a picture of this weird tattoo they both had on their shoulders...">

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“ (It seems to be an effect of your “self” to inflect the strongest emotion you have on others.... The emptiness you are feeling is one of several mine can do. I am what you will come to find is called a Breaker.) Keiko replied after several moments of controlled breathing to find a center again.


She was going to have to get someone to collect her, there was no way she was going to be able to drive herself anywhere after this..



And there was no way in hell she was going to check herself in.



There was a half laugh that escaped her lips at him stating he saw a “strange” tattoo. Well that was stupid easy. Next time she just do it Kamijo way and let Kyros explain stuff to people.



That was about anything he was good at.



Keiko pulled out her phone from her pocket and held down 1. Then bump the speakerphone on as it rang.

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Dialing • • •

...bzzt.. Line connection secure. Please state inquiry,

amlin of WW

O the wonderful empty tone in Shivani voice was ever so welcoming.



“ Rogue Unit, attack in public on solo sacrifices. Inquiry of unit possible location for apperienction. ” Should have just let with that. “ (What is the word that was tattoo ?) “

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<"A simple yes would have sufficed."> Her explaination didn't quite ring true to him as he considered how people in the past had behaved immediately after one of his headaches, but he didn't really feel the need or desire to correct her. After all, he wanted no part of whatever this was. He just wanted a nice, pleasant vacation trip around the world before heading back home to his almost-ordinary life. Sure, he was off to a start rocky enough to rival the northern Washington shoreline, but that didn't mean the rest of his trip couldn't be easy-going fun.

When she asked him what word the tattoo was, he stared at her in confusion for a long moment before holding out his phone. <"If it is a word, it isn't in any language I read. See for yourself.">

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