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thebastion2014-07-13 04:47 pm
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[OPEN] We're smiling all the same [Day 207]
Who: Ahime, anyone checking on her in the hospital
Open: Open
When: 207
Where: Hospital
What: The warrior has finally woken.
Format: Any
Warnings: Talk of impaling injuries
Being a Warrior of Atlantis, and the right hand of the Queen at that meant knowing your life was constantly going to be filled with risks. Their life expectancy was a tad higher than the average soldier due to their naturally imbued magic being higher than others due to what was passed on via genetics, but that didn't mean that there weren't those who fell in battle young. Entire Warrior lines had been wiped out in the past, and it was often considered a blessing if one passed on due to natural causes instead of something more violent.
When that house had exploded and Ahime had been impaled, she had thought this was finally her end, in a world away from her own with no Warrior to call kin near her. After all, no one but her had survived past the Calamity. She saw it as going out valiantly if she took herself and her injury to battle with the Ura men that were trying to stop them from getting the cure for their friends. At least then she would have been reunited with her family and friends.
But then she had been grabbed and... that was it. She didn't recall anything beyond that point.
Waking in the hospital had been surprising, and she lay there staring at the ceiling breathing in and out slowly for a long moment before a tired, hoarse laugh escaped her.
"Even now, you're looking out for me, aren't you... ?" she asked to no one in particular, lifting an arm to drape it over her eyes. "What a cruel joke..."
Open: Open
When: 207
Where: Hospital
What: The warrior has finally woken.
Format: Any
Warnings: Talk of impaling injuries
Being a Warrior of Atlantis, and the right hand of the Queen at that meant knowing your life was constantly going to be filled with risks. Their life expectancy was a tad higher than the average soldier due to their naturally imbued magic being higher than others due to what was passed on via genetics, but that didn't mean that there weren't those who fell in battle young. Entire Warrior lines had been wiped out in the past, and it was often considered a blessing if one passed on due to natural causes instead of something more violent.
When that house had exploded and Ahime had been impaled, she had thought this was finally her end, in a world away from her own with no Warrior to call kin near her. After all, no one but her had survived past the Calamity. She saw it as going out valiantly if she took herself and her injury to battle with the Ura men that were trying to stop them from getting the cure for their friends. At least then she would have been reunited with her family and friends.
But then she had been grabbed and... that was it. She didn't recall anything beyond that point.
Waking in the hospital had been surprising, and she lay there staring at the ceiling breathing in and out slowly for a long moment before a tired, hoarse laugh escaped her.
"Even now, you're looking out for me, aren't you... ?" she asked to no one in particular, lifting an arm to drape it over her eyes. "What a cruel joke..."
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"There was nothing peaceful about that. It started off that way, certainly, but what transpired in the end was a frightened group of survivors who thought their only way of protecting themselves was through violence against others."
It sickened her, really, to see that even now there would be those unwilling to work together in order to make it through the end of the world.
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Colin grabs a seat and pulls it up to her bed, sitting next to her. "It's also one of the most common scenarios in any end-of-the-world situation," he continues. "People who've lost everything and are still alive feel like they can't afford to lose anything more. So they take steps to protect what little they've got left. And they don't really care about the outside. What matters is what they've got."
He didn't disagree with her, not in the slightest. But he figures that she was thinking in terms of a stable, functioning world. That was a luxury they no longer had.
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But following that, Ahime just sighs and shakes her head slowly.
"Perhaps if Atlantis had survived in some form and was cut off from the Bastion, my people would have done the same. I really can't speak for anyone but myself in this situation after all."
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She's on to you, Colin.
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Colin wouldn't be Colin if the halls of a hospital didn't have people wanting to scream his name....
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"That's hardly encouragement at all."
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He gives her side a pointed look.
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