<span style='color:orange'>Ooc:Tychicus and his jacket</span> 23 Dyo (Spring), 81381 almost midnight <span style='color:orange'>"Thank anyone that this is all over."</span> Ty'cus had finally finished his first lot of evaluations and could relax in the moonlight. It's lovely and quiet now that the students are in their dorms. Ty'cus leaned against a large tree staring at the moon, he had left the clip-board back at the dorm with Fey. Still these new rules and obligations are a little unnerving
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Character: Turmoil Wearing: Nuthin'</td></tr></table> Leaned against a tree in the courtyard, a darker shadow in the sea of black, sat a young pendragon, sleeping lightly. His rest was troubled, clearly visible from the creature's periodic twitching and mumbling. Turmoil was dreaming, and he wasn't pleased about it. A particularly violent mental image caused him to jerk heavily to the side and utter a frightened yelp into the cool night air. Unable to wake up fully in time to regain his equilibrium, Turmoil crashed to the ground, right side first. The first sensation he became aware of was a sudden pain in head and right wing, the latter having partially broken his fall. Rolling over on all fours, he groaned as he flexed the aching muscles of the leathery appendage. The night was dark and clear, the stars where out and the scenery was altogether pleasant. Turmoil was actually enjoying it for a few brief moments, until he realised that there were no other pendragons around him. "Thes," he muttered. "Board's gonna have my head if I'm caught out here."
Ty'cus's moment of peace was quickly broken by a loud yelp followed by the sounds of falling on the opposite side of the tree. <span style='color:orange'>"Damn someone breaking curfew, better tell him of and take him to his dorm."</span> He grumbled as he slowly advanced round the tree. Seeing that it was a pupil and not some random creature. <span style='color:orange'>"Well ain't this my luck a student out of curfew, I have a writ of detention for pupils who do this you know."</span> Unfortunatly for this pupil he was not in a good mood at all. Ty'cus's eyes blazed deep red in anger barely checked.
Turmoil looked indignantly up at the older male, sizing him up. The unfamiliar arden wasn't really all that big, but the fact that Turmoil was on all fours while the stranger was standing on his hind legs made it seem like there was a significant difference in their stature. Sojnyel didn't much care for being looked down upon, but he was quite unable to stand upright without his leg bracers, and so had to forfeit the advantage of height. He sat down, raising his head to look the teacher in the face indignantly. As he did so, he picked up on the enraged expression on the ginger-and-black runner's face. Oh, great, he thought to himself. It's the Campus Crusader. "Come on, give me a break," <span style='color:red'>asshole</span>. "I fell asleep. It's not like I did it on purpose," <span style='color:red'>you self-righteous son of a bitch.</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Well if thats the case then I could escort you back to your dorm, I was going to go that way too and get on with some marking."</span> His anger was lessened somewhat. He hada fair amount of work to get on with, but he wasn't in a mood to to argue much. <span style='color:orange'>"Eh might as well."</span>
Turmoil stared at the other 'dragon with a puzzled look playing along his face. It was that easy? A few seconds ago, this teacher had looked like he had wanted to tear Turmoil's guts out with his eyes. What brough on such a sudden change in state of mind? <span style='color:red'>Something's wrong,</span> a quiet voice whispered in his ear. <span style='color:red'>Maybe he's not a teacher at all? There are all sorts of predators prowling the school grounds. Physical, magical, sexual... He looks pretty strong, too. He'd devour you in the blink of an eye.</span> Turmoil's breath increased its pace, and so did his heartbeat. The young pendragon's body started twisting in a nervous fashion, clearly giving away the fact that the student was suddenly on the edge. "Uhm, uh..." he stuttered. "I think I'd, uh, I'd rather go there myself, but, uh... I mean, I live off campus." The second those words exited his mouth, Turmoil regretted ever having said them. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure if the Janardan Academy had any off-campus residents. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
There was something wrong with this one for sure, shifty maybe but anyway might as well get him off campus or wherever he belongs. <span style='color:orange'>"Well in that case then I might as well escort you to the teleporter or gate."</span> His anger was simmering back his eyes where gradually getting brighter, the sooner he had this one out of his hands the better. He had noticed the body language but tried to ignore it. <span style='color:orange'>"So whats your name then I'm not going to report this though as I have not time." </span>
No! Leave me alone, you son of a bitch! I don't want this to be happening. Leave me alone! Turmoil had started shaking and working the ground nervously with his front paws. He was treading along the fine line between fear and panic, teetering on the edge. In the past, withstanding mental duress had been the youngster's forte, but these days, it seemed he was always at edge. Sometimes, it felt like his mind was a cracked vase, ready to break open. "No, I, I, ooh..." he whined. His face coiled together in a pained grimace, a single thought racing furoisly through his mind What will I do, what will I do, what will I do? <span style='color:red'>Fly.</span> Huh? <span style='color:red'>He could outrun you for sure, and kick your ass in a fight, but he has no wings. Take no chances. Fly. Go</span>. Without a second thought, Turmoil spun around and set off at running pace, away from the well-meaning teacher. He spread his wings, and felt an ever so slight burst of panic as he felt an ache in the right one. Nevertheless, he flapped his wings with great force, and took to the skies. The cold winds where a relief, and he felt safe in the knowledge that his would-be assailant could no longer get to him.
Ty'cus watched curiously as Turmoil shook nervously as if he was having a battle in his head.Ty' had seen this before while evaluating a Daemon and darkness lore class earlier this afternoon. But just when he thought the student was about to reply he took off. <span style='color:orange'>"For Gniorun's sake I'm not having you ruin my evening"</span> He shouted while grunting off the pain of taking his wings out to go after the soon to be detention ed pupil. Tychicus run at full speed after him beating his wings as he went. After a few minutes he had caught up with Turmoil who was directly above him Ty'cus looked up. <span style='color:orange'>"Get down here damn it and explain yourself!"</span> This had really ticked him off.
The supposed teacher was shouting something at Turmoil, but he didn't care. That freak wouldn't be able to get at him up here, that was for sure. Turmoil flew in towards the dormitories, hoping to get back to his own apartment without being noticed. If he was lucky, he might even avoid detention. That didn't seem like a big deal at the moment, however. <span style='color:orange'>"Get down here damn it and explain yourself!"</span> Turmoil looked back in shock. The stranger was right behind him, flying on black, feathered wings. TUrmoil was sure he hadn't had those when they were talking. But how? <span style='color:red'>No time! He's closing in. Hurry, don't let him get you.</span> The black 'dragon started flapping his wings frantically, trying to gather speed so as to get away from the devil tormenting him. He swooped low, keeping a watchful eye on the one hunting him. Maybe if he could wake someone up, they'd see what was going on and come out to help him. Maybe, if he could just- All of a sudden, the world disappeared into a flash of white and black. Turmoil couldn't figure out what was going on. None of his senses where working right. All he could see was black spots dancing around his eyes. All he could hear was a strange ringing noise. Wha..? There was a sensation of falling, and a dull awareness that something wasn't right. Then came a feeling as if someone had brained him across the back with a huge rock, and all of a sudden, he couldn't breathe. As he laid there on the ground, trying desperately not to panic, the air slowly returned to his lungs, and the shock parted from his mind. No sooner than that did he notice that the back of his head was wet and sticky with blood. But worse than that was the agonizing pain in his right wing, far from dull throbbing he had been experiencing moments before. He let out a frightened and miserable howl, oblivious to the fact that his pursuer would surely find. A lone bloodstain around the second floor of one of the dormitory building bore witness to the fact that a young pendragon had crashed into it and dropped to the ground below, breaking one of his wings in the fall.
Ty’cus chased the fleeing student furiously pushing his wings to the limit, his claws dug huge gouges out of the lawn near the dorms. But he lost sight of his prey, annoyed that he could just give ty’ the slip. <span style='color:orange'> “How could he vanish like that I was right on him."</span> It was then that he heard a wail that chilled his bones but he thought the student might be hurt or in trouble. Ty’ wasn’t that far from Turmoil’s crash sight. Oh hell this is bad! The wing looked bad but the head wound was worse. Ty’cus kneeled next to the fallen student and ripped a strip of red material from the inner liner of his coat to bandage up Turmoil’s head. He tried to calm him down while bringing out his cell phone to ring the first aid department Ty’ hoped they were still awake. This reminded him too much of the training accident. <span style='color:orange'>“Why did you fly everyone knows not to fly at such speeds around the dorms there are blind corners, try to stay calm help is on the way."</span>
Apart from the pain, everything was still fuzzy. There was some semblance of vision, and a sensation that might be hearing, but Turmoil wasn't too sure. All he knew was that his wing felt like it had been set on fire, and his head like there was a tiny heavyweight champion pounding away at his brain. From some faraway place came the sound of beating wings, and suddenly, something was within Turmoil's range of vision. A blurred shape, nearly melding with the black of the night sky. A slurred string of noise, maybe words, maybe curses, maybe just nonsense, swept over Turmoil, entering his ears but not quite reaching his mind. He groaned softly, and weakly tried to shove the assailant away. The effort caused new spots to appear in front of his eyes. Giving that up, he tried speaking instead. It was marginally more successful. "Ifyah... Hrt me," he moaned. "Ill kill yah. Yhear? Kllyah."
<span style='color:orange'>"Heh like I would, I'd get into a heap of trouble."</span> Ty'cus had to keep him talking until the medical help arrived, he would not have another death before his eyes not again. He had recieved a text that they'd be there within the next half an hour. <span style='color:orange'> "Your vision should be slightly better, the ambulance should be here soon don't yah doubt."</span> Tychicus was doing all his brother had told him about rudimentary first-aid, the sirens were heard on the winds and its lights in the distance. This is going to put a dent in my career sheet.
Turmoil was unsure of what was going on. That's what usually happens to someone who's suffering from a concussion, broken limb and moderate blood loss. But he got a vague impression that his former pursuer actually wasn't trying to screw him over, literally or metaphorically. <span style='color:red'>But you can never be too sure.</span> No, you could never be too sure. That's what that kind of freaks did, wasn't it? Lull their victims into a false sense of security. Then betray that trust in a most disturbing fashion. But I'm already helpless. Why would he want to make me trust him? <span style='color:red'>He doesn't get off on blood, of course. He gets of on screaming, on violating. A half-dead boy ain't gonna do it for him.</span> Once again, the student starting moaning softly. This was a situation he really didn't want to find himself in. <span style='color:red'>Don't let him take you in. Don't allow him to try to be your friend. Maybe he really is a teacher. So what? Don't let him in. Ever.</span> "Fck yu..." Turmoil murmured weakly, not quite aware who he was talking, or what he was replying to.
<span style='color:orange'>"At least I've got you talking more, though you need to work on your language more."</span> At last the ambulance was coming up the path, thank Gniorun that they're here he's about to bleed out. The paramedics carried over a stretcher. The medics were surprised by the damage. <span style='color:red'> "This is going to hurt."</span> They told him as they got the stretcher ready.
Time, always having been an abstract concept, was doing loops and in Turmoil's mind. He wasn't quite sure of what was going on, but apparently a car (An ambulance, please let it be an ambulance.) was pulling up. He could hear it pull up close by. Clacking sounds, hopefully a stretcher being prepared. <span style='color:red'>"This is going to hurt,"</span> someone in some far-off land said. It hurts already, nitwits. The paramedics did a quick medical checkover of the seemingly mostly lifeless lump of meat. One of them fixated the broken wing, while another checked for other external damage. With a few short bouts of verbal communication, they decided it was safe to put him on the stretcher. He was put in an upright position, fitted with a neck-brace, and pulled into the waiting ambulance. It looked like a snug fit, but they where able to get Turmoil into it without having to make additional room for his wings. One of the paramedics climed into the back of the medically equipped vehicle and turned to Ty'cus. "Are you coming along, sir?"
<span style='color:orange'>"Of course I am coming."</span> Ty'cus climbed into the back for the journey. The van reeked of disinfectants. The ride was bumpy to say the least and it was getting worse until they hit the road where the ride improved. He looked toward the student annoyed for all the trouble but also glad that he had a second chance to try to save someone. <span style='color:orange'>"You Better not die, I've been through this before and I now have a chance to save someone from a similer fate."</span> Ty' didn't care if Turmoil heard or not he just needed to say it The memories of his friends falling to their deaths screaming as they hit the ground. Ty'cus just could not save them no matter how hard and fast he flew. He shook his head trying to force out the images, he succeded but could not rid himself of the screams. They were near the hospital now.
The smell of world changed. Maybe, at least. Turmoil wasn't paying much attention, and he was having a nosebleed, anyway. The medics had injected him with some manner of intriguing substance to stave off the pain, and it was making the young 'dragon delightfully woozy around the cranial area. The teacher-freak was talking to him. Probably. There was noise coming out of its mouth, at least. Turmoil's mind was fogging over again, but not from pain or blunt force trauma, but more as a result of the painkillers. Before finally falling unconscious, he was able to respond to Ty'cus comment by making a sound that went something along the lines of "dnprtnsm," that, to a being with and overactive imagination, and the drugged mind of Sojnyel Dletsaj, might have meant "Don't patronise me."
Once they got to the hospital Ty' had to leave to pic up all the paperwork to do because of this incident. He would be be the student's hospital bedside when the op is done. Eventually when he got back to the hospital after briefing the Principle on what had happened, the operation was over. Tychicus settled himself in one of the chairs in front of a small table just next to the bed he had his wings folded back in by then. He stared at the paper titled Accident and Incident report. He sighed deeply, where to begin. He couldnt realy give a full report until the student regained his senses. <span style='color:orange'>"You awake yet, 'cus I'm getting tired."</span> Speaking over a yawn. It wouldn't be long untill he would fall asleep too.
Sojnyel was completely out for a long time. He was used to sleeping, and when he slept, he dreamt, so just being unconscious felt weird. Or at least it would have, if the entire experience hadn't been over in what seemed like the blink of an eye. When he came to, Sojnyel had a curious sensation that his head was too small and too big at the same time. The former came from a dull, throbbing headache, and the later from the mass of bandages wrapped around his skull. In truth, there weren't all that many, and their purpose was merely to stymie the bleeding from the ugly wounds he had suffered to the head, but they made him look like the victim of some deranged madman's atempts at brain surgery. Turmoil's skin had been stiched back together in several places where it had opened as a result of the force with which he had hit the building, and then the ground. There was one such stich along the upper right corner of his snouth, marking the place where it had impacted the brick. His brow as well contained several sutures, but most of them where hidden by the bandages. In adition, a big gash on his right arm was sewn shut, as was a nasty wound caused by a sharp rock along the right side of the small of his back. The young arden's legs where mostly intact, save for the heavy bruising present all over his body. And to top it off, his right wing was fixated with plaster and hung up in some kind of bizarre contraption meant to keep him from rolling over it and breaking it again. Turmoil had seen better days. And then there was this noise. Someone was talking to him. That was probably it. The voice seemed vaguely familiar. Was it someone he knew? Maybe his family had been notified, and Trebian was in for a visit? Perhaps someone had managed to guilt Tesreail into coming to visit him? "Who's there?" he breathd without opening his eyes. It was funny, hearing one's own voice so weak and pathetic.
