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Post by cloud on Jun 16, 2008 16:07:18 GMT -5
Alana sighed, constantly looking from her breakfast she was cooking, and back to the couch where the wounded Prince Saylo was residing. She had placed him in a pair of her cousin's shorts and t-shirt since he had to stay there not to long ago after her mother's funeral, and since he was a little taller, they were a bit bigger than him. She had wrapped and tended his wound, and currently had a chaos generator hooked up to his wrist. The wristband had a small needle locked into his skin and the generator sent chaos energy into his body to help with his recovery.
The gorgeous dingo was now clad in a pair of tight blue jeans, and a red button up shirt that had its sleeves rolled up and a good portion of the waist ripped off because her stomach was wrapped in bandages, and as usual her hair was tied back, her bangs in her right eye's vision. She found her eyes wondering from the food she was cooking, back to Saylo.
One of her pet cats hopped on the counter, sitting by her and glancing up at the dingo. She frowned and sighed, " Okay, so, he's a jerk, but he's cute and he did technically save me alright? And then I saved him, but...alright, technically we're square, but in a world of technicalities, where technicalities are often overlooked, its...ah, who am I kidding. I'm talking to my pet cat. Mimsy, go play." She said, pulling the cat off the counter and setting it down.
Alana walked out her front door and glanced at her orange fields briefly. Her life was...interesting to say the least. Disguising her family life as a rich scientific family, by buying a home and becoming a female farmer was the right thing to do, in her opinion. Glancing at the daylight for one more minute, she went back inside and began to finish up with the amazing smelling breakfast, her eyes still occasionally looking back at Saylo in worry. He was out for two days!
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Post by €l SonikkÜ on Jun 16, 2008 16:32:53 GMT -5
((Nice post, brotha))
The dark Prince's nose twitched, and a single ear lifted just slightly before it slowly returned back to it's limp position cocked on the side of his head. They were really his first movements since he'd gone under from blood loss the two days before. The steady rise and fall of Saylo's thick scared chest began to change tempo slightly as his silent breath of sleep became more of consciousness. But he still wasn't totally there yet...
"No...I'll...beat you..." He muttered softly, almost inautably, "Vexus..." Vishions of the evil black hedgehog in that ungodly transformation of his swam before his vishion; Saylo's usual nightmare. The laughter of Saylo's father mocked him as, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even touch the hedgehog. He finally stopped and turned to face Saylo, just before the cat rammed his sword through HIS stomach. Then he laughed, thinking victory was finally his, then Vexus' face melted into King's, who, though injured, brought up his own sword. "See ya kitty cat!" He sneered before his sword came down.
Saylo flinched in his sleep, teeth bared and muscles tensed. "You cannot win, King Saylo." The feminine tones of Favare`'s leader came next, "Just give up..."
He drew in a breath as his eyes opened, about to scream back at her, but instead of her face, he saw Alana's ceiling before him. At first he was confused, his eyes darting from side to side as his ears slowly lifted. Then he remembered, and reality caught up with him. But still...where was he now?
The sweet scents of breakfast filled his nose and he turned his head upward to look behind him, then tried to sit up. That was a mistake...
"Ah! Sonuva b*tch!" He snarled before falling back to the couch with a --plop--. He moved his hands to grip his chest, grimacing, then noticed the wrist band and his eyes widened, "What the h*ll is this?!"
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Post by cloud on Jun 16, 2008 16:47:59 GMT -5
Alana seeing Saylo thrust about like a puppy, not a warrior, having a dream, sort of worried her. She found herself glancing back at the couch more and more, and that was something that surprised her as well. Then, eventually his obnoxious words traveled across the room and into her ears, causing them to flatten. She sighed, and the dingo turned around and literally threw the omelet spatula at Saylo.
"Hey, buddy, chill!" Alana demanded," It's a chaos generator. It puts chaos energy back into chaos users and helps them heal. It is really expensive equipment, so please, don't do it again," she explained. She paused starting to fix up plates, " Besides, lay back and rest. I do have more spatulas also," she giggled before bringing over a plate of bacon, sausage, and a ham, egg, and cheese omelet over to him. " Eat up, it'll help you recover...and, if you really don't like it, I have other stuff," She said handing him the plate.
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Post by €l SonikkÜ on Jun 16, 2008 17:06:16 GMT -5
Saylo was barely able to respond at all other than closing hsi eyes when the spatula bounced off his head, pain wretching him deep to the core. He'd taught himself to love it, to cherish pain since he couldn't vanquish it. But that was hard sometimes...especially when it was a deep puncture wound to the chest.
He regonized the voice, but it didn't really dawn on him who it was until Alana came into his view from the kitchen with the food. His tight grimace loosened, and he stared up at her in an expression that was very not Saylo-like, bright blue eyes wide in curiosity and surprise, "But..." He muttered, then his voice raised and his brows came down again, "How is that possible?! Didn't I just see you take a sword to the gut earlier?! How can you walk around and throw stuff at me like some sort of d*mn prozak lab-rat like nothing ever happened?!" She was either on some insane medication, or these recovery machines of her worked like magic. He glanced down at his wristband, then followed the cord to the machine. Yes...he could feel the energy faintly seeping up his arm and expanding out to the rest of his body. It was like a warm ocean wave rushing over him, and for a moment, he forgot about how much pain he was in.
Saylo propped himself on an elbow, and struggled to sit up, this time more carefully, and took her plate. For a moment, he just stared at it. The idea of food made him naucious, but he felt like he hadn't eaten in days. Little did he know that that was actually the case. But his mind was on something much different at the moment.
"I guess...I should say thanks..." He said to her, not meeting her eyes. Saylo wasn't good at saying "thank you", he'd never really had to before. The Prince was used to not needing anybody, used to nobody helping him even if he DID need it, and from the way he'd always been taught, if you needed someone to save your tail and keep your head above water then you were weak and not creditable for anything....It seemed Saylo had been needing people alot lately...he didn't even want to count the number of times he'd been saved.
"That sword wasn't meant for you."
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Post by cloud on Jun 16, 2008 17:20:02 GMT -5
Alana gave a small chuckle at the lab rat thing. She sighed and walked about, getting herself a plate and putting food on it. The dingo did look over though for the thanks and sighed when he wasn't man enough to look her in the eyes. Yet, she expected it. Before her cousin became a jolly drunken fool, as a result of multiple loss, he had once been the stubborn warrior type. The type that didn't 'need' anything, that didn't 'want' anything unless it was important to their success.
Eventually, she pulled a stool over and sat a couple feet away from him, noticing that he wasn't eating. "Y'know, seriously, if you don't like that stuff I'll make you something else," she began before snickering. " Wasn't meant for me? As I recall, I brought him to you, which I am now deeply sorry about. Especially because with your wound, you won't be able to fight for two weeks. Only reason I'm walking is because he somehow missed every vital thing in my stomach, and I built a healing thing...only problem is it is a prototype and only works for my DNA." She explained. The thing was she could tell him her inventions like it was no big deal because he was already in her house, and it was now quite obvious she could invent and wasn't just some farm girl.
"Anyway, Mr. Who reminds me of my cousin, what's your name? It got kinda old calling you a jerk and or a butthole."
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Post by €l SonikkÜ on Jun 16, 2008 17:44:09 GMT -5
"Saylo," He reponded with half her enthusiasm, picking at his foot with his fork before gradually began eating. "And don't be, I needed this."
Why had he assumed that King was a gonner? Why had he assumed that those blasts had finished him off without evidence of his death? ESPECIALLY with that healing power! What was wrong with him?! He knew...subconsciously he knew. It was just beyond his thoughts, and Saylo liked to keep it that way. Just out of his mind. But even though he didn't allow himself to think about it, it's effects still radiated through him, just at a lighter dosage. It was an empty feeling, a feeling of self-worthlessness. It was something that Saylo'd never really felt before. He'd always been hailed as the future king...even if it WAS right before he'd get punched in the face. It was his calling, his birthright. It had been pre-destined long before Saylo was even born. His bloodlines were pruned specifically for his generation. He was supposed to be the special one, the survivor of genetic perfection they said. Yet...he'd been the one to lose the kingdom...and here he was, rotting away, his miserable life still lingering on only because some common filth and thrown herself between him and what Saylo was slowly beginning to hate less. Death. For years he'd been running from it, for years he'd been escaping by the nick of his neck and come out laughing at it. But it seemed that it'd found a new way of attack, draining his drive from the inside...that was the way to do it.
"And if you know what's good for the rest of the world you'll keep that machine to yourself." He continued in referance to her healing machine, telling her not to do something instead of congradulating her on her work. "At least until Skycorps has been taken care of." Little did he know that they already had a healing machine. But it wasn't like it mattered anymore.
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Post by cloud on Jun 16, 2008 18:02:06 GMT -5
Alana began to eat, and gave a sigh noticing he obviously didn't care to much to know her name. Yet, for some reason, she found herself understanding. Normally, she would've let her fiery side take over again, but she couldn't. There was something about this guy. Alana couldn't put her thumb on it either. He was a mirror image of her cousin. Though, one main difference was her cousin was like an older brother to her, who had went from independent, to getting married and becoming happy, then losing it all, and then becoming dependent on alcohol to the point where alcohol consumed him, turning her 'older brother' into a oddly jolly alcoholic who still had some of the best fighting skills she'd ever seen.
Getting up after finishing her plate, she tossed it into the sink, and began to wash her plate, remaining silent and analyzing what he said. " Skycorps made King that monster you saw yesterday. The last thing I'd ever want is them to get a hold of that, or have them harm anyone. Especially if that person or those people are against Skycorps. Like you for example. That sword hurt like hell, but if there's one thing I learned in life, your life is no more important than any other persons', because they may one day fight the same battle as you, and die proudly next to you, " She explained to Prince Saylo from across the room, not even realizing that was basically his own history.
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Post by €l SonikkÜ on Jun 16, 2008 18:18:51 GMT -5
"Yeah, or they may one day proudly stab you in the back." He muttered. That little saying of hers could swing both ways.
There was a knock at the door, and Saylo's ears immediantly flattened and a growl rumbled from his throat like a hungry fight dog waiting to be uncaged. Now...who could THIS be...?
"...You explecting someone?" He asked with a venomous edge to his tone.
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Post by cloud on Jun 16, 2008 19:06:03 GMT -5
Alana was taken back once more. She narrowed her eyes and put her hands on her hips, her tail uncurling and falling down. She shook her head in disgust. "Is all you do, focus on the negative? I mean jeez Saylo," She responded, still not surprised he didn't care for her name. What was she, a peasant? Or... did he used to know her and pick on her when she was younger, for being a nerd. Shrugging that off she sighed and gave a shrug.
Drawing a knife from one of the cutting boards she had, she walked to the door, keeping it behind her back just in case. She opened up the door a tiny bit and peered out. "Hello?"
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Post by €l SonikkÜ on Jun 16, 2008 19:15:13 GMT -5
"Heya."
There was a voice that was hard not to regonize.
"I'm looking for a fella' named Saylo, and I was told he was picked up in your car. Is he here?"
Laughter echoed from inside the house behind Alana. Something about that, apparently, struck Saylo as very funny, "Oh, and what would the great Sonic the hedgehog want from an active perticipant of the good like me?"
The blue hedgehog smile for Alana faded into a mild frown, "Yeah, I know, I know. I've got a good reason for not being around, but I need some information."
"You would."
Sonic shifted his friendly emerald stare to Alana, "May I come in?"
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Post by cloud on Jun 16, 2008 19:24:01 GMT -5
Alana felt a sigh of relief pass through her body, and she quickly opened the door and then ran into the kitchen eagerly, putting the knife away. She nodded to Sonic as he stepped in. " Sorry, I just, I thought someone was coming to attack him. But yeah, ask all you want Sonic." Alana said simply.
The beautiful dingo then just sat alone in the kitchen, looking over at the two. She bit her lip and began to drift deep into thought...
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Post by €l SonikkÜ on Jun 16, 2008 19:32:09 GMT -5
Sonic stepped in and watched her curiously, "Ya know, you should probably hear this too. What's your name?"
Saylo flicked his tail in irritation, then smirked, "You can call her doughnut if you want."
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Post by cloud on Jun 16, 2008 19:39:39 GMT -5
Alana's ears perked and her tail curled in slight amusement. She shook her head and stuck her tongue out at Saylo, before looking to Sonic. She adjusted her hair a bit before giving her reply. Did it really even matter? Yet, she'd say anyway. "My name is Alana Ruskow. And obviously you know butthole over there," she replied, pointing over at Saylo," but in reality, does it really even pertain to me? Like, why do I need to hear this. I'm done with Skycorps. Worked with them, and all they did was turn my best friend into a monster, and now I'm stuck with him and he isn't even thankful," she responded.
Alana then pulled out some bills from the desk in the kitchen and began to work on those. She had nothing better to do, unless it really did pertain to her, right? Though, her curiosity did get the better of her and she occasionally would turn her attention...
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Post by €l SonikkÜ on Jun 16, 2008 20:13:16 GMT -5
Sonic grinned, an anime-ish sweat drop appearing on the side of his head, "Actually...I don't know him. But word travels fast around here." He'd heard about him from Shadow about his role on Mahk-shin, and he'd heard that he was working with the most-likely to succeed rebel alliance against Skycorps. But that was all he knew.
"Yeah, and then it gets to you." Saylo growled. He couldn't stand these goody-goody heroes. They were too perfect, they were too much like those Favierean rats and they thought they hung the moon.
"Okay, okay! Jeez, I'm talking." Sonic rolled his eyes harmlessly, then turned to the black cat as he finished his eggs. "Who's the leader of Skycorps, do you know?"
"Queen Lanza." For once, Saylo really wasn't too conserned about holding back information. He trusted that Sonic wasn't as much of a dumb*ss as most folk around here. He was, supposivly, a sure enough hero, who'd saved this city a hundred times. So judging by the given information, he shouldn't mususe this information.
"When is their ship taking off?"
"About 2 hours ago plus how ever long I've been unconscious."
"What!? Already?!"
Saylo smiled thinly, narrowing his piercing eyes, "Not doubting your abilities, are you Speedy?"
"No...it's just...I don't know where they're going or when they're going to land or how fast they're going. Gah!"
Saylo turned his gaze to Alana, "How long ago was it we met?"
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Post by cloud on Jun 16, 2008 20:25:27 GMT -5
Alana sighed, resting her hand chin on her hand, her tail wagging with dare she admit it boredom. The truth was, she couldn't do anything. Anything at all. Except, well, maybe get her cousin. He needed to do something to well, get out of the way he was acting for the past year. Nineteen years old and drunk off his rocker every day! Yet, there was no way to reach him anymore. He was gone. Dust in the Wind.(good song xD)
Finally though, something important showed up. Saylo addressed her! Yet, to her, that information seemed useless to the situation. Unfortunately, she had no choice but to answer, and really didn't want to have to deal with Saylo's attitude at the moment. She gave a shrug. "Yesterday, at four o'clock, thus making it seventeen hours ago because it is currently nine," She answered casually.
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