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Post by VAN WEST on Sept 10, 2019 14:24:36 GMT 1
He had to get away. To get outside. Out. Just out. Get out.
Van ran through the halls of Manson, flaming footsteps leaving wisps behind him as he went, he didn't know in which direction he was going, he was oblivious to the people he passed and no voice broke through the sheer panic that seared through him with such intensity. There was no cause for this really, nobody had jumped out at him with a 'boo' or dropped a heavy tray of anything close by him. No loud noises, no sudden surprises, his own mind had just ran away from him whilst he made his way to wherever he was going. He can't quite remember what he'd been doing but for ure whatever medication that they had been giving him wasn't quite strong enough to stop his overactive mind from running away and flooding him with flashback after flashback of memories he can't make sense of..
Fire and blood, the screch of metal paired with the whimpered, agonised sounds of people dying, Van wasn't sure if they were sounds he'd made or whether they were the screams of somebody else. Either way his panicked breath seemed to thunder through his ears, drowning out his hurried footsteps but all too soon he burst through a doorway onto the patio and the fresh air hit him like steam train.
Fire erupted from his back in the shape of giant, yet intangible wings and he fell to his hands and knees to crawl just a few more feet forwards before he just gave into his own mind and let it take over. The dark haired male ended up curled up in a tight ball as fire overtook his entire form and the collar around his neck began to flash red, sending an automatic alarm to the control room to let them know that he'd lost control over his fire, it's already been well established that he has no intentions on burning anything to the ground. He may be considered violent because of his outbursts but apparently counselling has led them to believe that none of it is purposely done. He's remorseful, understanding. He's much more of a peaceful being rather than the monster that some people here are.
However that may not be too evident right now as he burnt like a inferno, the plants near him were smoldering from the sheer amount of heat he was emitting but he hadn't shifted form quite yet, he was still human with the firey manifestation of the inner phoenix shrouded over his body, the wings spread and slowly smouldering the bricks on the building behind him. But, he'd managed to get out and although the patio might be a little worse for wear after this passes at least he got out before he hurt anybody.
Still, he couldn't stop the tormented sounds coming from him as his mind was assaulted with horror after horror and death after death.
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Post by ROBERT MILO MORGAN on Nov 2, 2019 14:31:51 GMT 1
Someone had said something about a fire. Usually that was the sort of thing they deployed the dragon for, but he guessed the man was busy when a call came over the radio that there was a fire-related incident that needed tending to. Normally, he'd ask Fabian, since the man was a hydromancer, but he was available so he said he'd check it out. Rob had nothing on his plate right now, and he could be useful, so it seemed better than leaving it to get entirely out of control.
When Rob arrived at the patio, the first thing he did was make sure the fire couldn't spread away from the resident before he approached the burning man on the ground. "Hey," he said quietly, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder. "You're ok." Ok, so that might not be entirely true, Rob didn't know his history, but right now he just felt at home. The fire was homey, made him a little homesick actually. "What do you need?"
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Post by VAN WEST on Nov 23, 2019 13:02:57 GMT 1
Violence, anger, terror, blood, blood, so much blood and screams. There were other memories that surfaced, momentary flashes of smiling faces lined with wrinkles but any calming effect they may have had were drowned out by the other memories that he couldn't place but they still hounded him. Van was not aware of just how old he is, he can't remember beyond this life cycle, he doesn't know if what his mind throws at him is real or not, neither does he ever get a straight enough version of events to mull over at a time, it all comes at once and it's horribly debillitating. Not to mention confusing. It makes the world around him seemingly disappear. It's how he's burnt down building after building before he'd come here, how he'd hurt people. At least now he was coming to terms with it though, kind of.. He could identify the oncoming symptoms enough to try and get himself someplace he won't hurt others when these episodes hit.
He couldn't account for thoe daft enough to approach him though. The fires that swirled around him intensified at the simple spoken word of 'hey' from the guard and those flaming wings of the metaphysical bird that had yet to full manifest spread out, it's neck extending and the beak parting as he let out another scream that felt like it wrenched the organs within his chest, but it also meant that he wasn't really in control when Rob touched him.
Nothing could ever touch him usually when he was lacking this much control, his mind wasn't working straight, lost to the myriad of unfathomable emotion that surged through him. If there's one thing he is aware of though, it's that he's quite capable of fighting. The man knows that much and so he wasted no time in grabbing the wrist of the man who'd touched him and he'd attempt to flip him in a maneuver that'd have Rob pinned on the ground if done correctly, from there he'd raise his fist, shrouded in flame and bring it down onto the unfamiliar face. It was no different from the others in his mind right now so he can't be blamed.
Anybody else in his position would do the exact same thing, he's sure.
"Not again! Don't touch me!"
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Post by ROBERT MILO MORGAN on Nov 28, 2019 11:52:52 GMT 1
This must be the resident phoenix. It hadn’t been obvious from the blaze that was going on, but the wings kind of made it more obvious. He knew the man didn’t intentionally set fires, he just wanted to try to keep it contained. (Rob had kind of made it a point to know about the fire starters on the grounds because they fascinated him.) He was just trying to help, but he wasn’t entirely offended when the man reacted badly to being touched.
Rob found himself pinned to the ground and managed to move his head to the side so that flaming fist didn’t hit him square in the face. “It’s ok,” he repeated, making no effort to get out of the other man’s hold on him. It had been obvious he wasn’t entirely in control over himself when he’d approached in the first place, so Rob didn’t think he was being attacked out of spite. It seemed like more of a knee-jerk reaction to being touched.
“I’m not here to hurt you, quite the opposite,” he said, trying his best to keep from grinning at the man. He’d be fine in the end, no matter what happened here, as long as he focused on keeping the fire contained at least. “Hit me if you got to, but I’m not fighting you.”
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Post by VAN WEST on Dec 16, 2019 13:53:34 GMT 1
His fist connected with the concrete floor but the pain that lanced through his arm never really registered with him, he was too lost in the moment and his body knits itself of damage rather quickly so pain is a fleeting thing for him. But still, his knuckles bled onto the patio flooring, dripping only a few times before healing over again. His own blood pounded in his ears, the roar of fire both external and internal deafened him to everything else. But Rob did one thing right, he didn't make so much as a move against him. Fear fuelled rage led him as he stared down at the guard, the whites of his eyes seemed bright against the darkness of his iris's, they hadn't turned black but his pupils were dilated almost completely as adrenaline ravaged his system. Rob wasn't attacking, he was just laying there looking up at him and it caused him to hesitate when it came to trying to drive his flame covered fist into his face again.
The phoenix was breathing heavily, Rob's words weren't going through to him in the slightest though but he was aware that his lips were moving. He was speaking, but his mind blocked it all out as vivid images of scenes long forgotten flashed through the forefront of his head. So many names and faces that he couldn't register, it was too much. Too much. He didn't strike Rob again, instead his hands gripped at his own head, the temples and his eyes covered by the roaring heat of his very being as was the rest of him. Not once did he think he may be accidentally searing the man beneath him with his fire, the thought didn't even cross his mind.
A strangled cry came from him and yet the visual wings behind him faltered just a little, not disappearing by any means but neither did they seem to flicker up against the blackening brick wall behind him much anymore, more slowly fanning themselves in the slight breeze that blew around them. The man still hadn't attacked him, he still looked peaceful.. And he wasn't burning. That enough made a sane thought slip through his mindset, a 'what?' of confusion that had the fire ebb just a little more. There was still obvious panic on his face, fear thick upon the air but he was no longer poised to attack.
"Are you real?"
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Post by ROBERT MILO MORGAN on Dec 26, 2019 16:45:38 GMT 1
Rob might not know a whole lot about the phoenix or how he did things, but he did realize that fighting back right now was the last thing he should do. The man clearly wasn’t in his right mind right now and so avoiding a firey fist to the face seemed like the best he could do. He might avoid being burned, but he could still feel his clothes being singed, but he didn’t mind. He needed to help out right now and not worry about his uniform.
Since he couldn’t really do much of anything right now except try to use his words, Rob decided to just keep doing what he was doing. Remain calm, breathe, contain the fire. That seemed more helpful than trying to touch the Phoenix or trying to get out from under him.
“Yes,” he replied calmly. “Figured someone who wouldn’t burn should try to help you out,” he offered, smiling slightly at the man. How much of his uniform was singed or burned off wasn’t really his concern right now, he’d just find something later, he just wanted to make sure he was alright. “Name’s Rob, I grew up around fires, so this just reminds me of home,” he admitted. He really did feel right at home here, but calling Van ‘homey’ might not be the right thing.
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Post by VAN WEST on Jan 1, 2020 19:23:23 GMT 1
Van wasn't really all too aware of the fact that he was ruining the guy's uniform, it didn't register that the so called 'fire proof' uniform was steadily searing away to reveal the skin of the guard. But that skin wasn't blackening like so many in his mind's eye had done. He squeezed his eyes shut, still breathing heavily as he tried to spare himself the mental image of fat bubbling beneath reddening skin, a growl of frustration combined with horror left him as the memories showed skin splitting. Van loves fire, it's essence is quite literally within his blood. That's not to say that he likes what fire can do though, he hates what his element can do to a person. The scorched corpses of his squad haunt him, as do memories of others who had succumbed to the flames before. What's worse is that he can't remember whether or not he'd hurt anybody purposely.
Not knowing who you are at the core of everything is something he's trying to work on, but he realises there is a very real possibility he could have been a monster.. This place could help him if he was. And he'd have to live with that.
The phoenix's eyes opened again, the heat of the flames never dissipated but he stared down at the guard only to notice that his skin wasn't burning. Not that getting away from him had occurred to him, he was a little too frozen in place to be thinking of that. However, perplexed he ended up pressing his palm to Rob's chest, letting fingers sink through the material of his shirt and stab vest (if he's wearing one) to touch the skin of his chest where his hand stopped suddenly. As did the tension in his shoulders. The shape of the phoenix over him disappeared in a wave of flame and so now he just sat atop the guard within a vortex of forever slowing fire.
"Home..?" Was the only word that he managed to get out after the man had spoken. Where did he come from where there were flames such as this around.. and could he go there? A place like that he'd end up being no harm to anybody, "there are others like me there? I'm Van.. I think." This time.. There are other names. Mathew, Brian, Eli, Benjamin, but they aren't who he is now. He's not even entirely sure those other names are who he's ever been, everything feels surreal. Out of control.
"Did anybody burn?"
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Post by ROBERT MILO MORGAN on Feb 1, 2020 11:51:48 GMT 1
Rob didn’t know Van’s history, nor did he need to know it to know that the man was troubled. Not in the way Lottie was maybe, but he had his own thing going on and it seemed best to simply stay calm and let him work it out. And try to contain all this somehow. It didn’t matter if the burning man wasn’t himself, Rob was in no hurry to get anywhere else. When the man seared through his uniform like that, Rob gently placed a hand on top of the one now on his chest. Just to show that he wasn’t afraid. In a way it was comforting to be so close to an inferno again even if it seemed to be dying down.
“Hell,” he clarified. “Maybe not people just like you, but there are other fire creatures there, yes.” He didn’t think he’d ever seen a Phoenix in Hell before, but it was a lot like those fire demons that seemed like walking infernos. Rob gave the hand on his chest a gentle squeeze. “As far as I know, nobody got hurt. I only heard a call on the radio to help contain and stop the fire, nothing about additional personnel being needed to treat burns.” Of course, that could’ve come while he was busy being pinned, but he’d like to imagine he would’ve heard that.
Now that the situation seemed to have calmed down a bit, Rob ran his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry I startled you earlier, but do you think maybe I can sit up now? I mean, you’re a good looking guy and all, and I don’t mind being pinned, but I think people might get the wrong idea,” he said, unable to keep a sheepish grin off of his face. He was trying to lighten the mood the best way he knew how, because until otherwise proven this had all worked out well this time.
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