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Star Lin Star Lin Find all posts by this user Patron Posts:433 Joined:Dec 2013 Character:Kestlona Guhtgeiswyn Reputation: 38 Aftermath (Closed, OOC welcome) | #1 06-03-2015, 02:18 PM (This post was last modified: 06-03-2015, 05:50 PM by Star Lin.) Take place directly after this post. The inside of Gogon’s mind is much more turbulent the than his outside visage shows.  Memories scream about like the winds of a hurricane.  Images flit pass in John’s mind eye – a Sultana not of our time in one, a crowd in front of a stage in another.  All giving information, too much information for one person to handle so suddenly.  The sights and sounds and everything else overlaps and crashes against each other until it seem like little more than a blur of colors and a cacophony of sound.   John Waterstrike walk briefly forward through each memory,the people in each passing through him as if he were a ghost, which he was in a sense.  He fell forward a little bit more, trying to find something to focus on, anything that would keep him stable for just a little bit.  He covers his ears, trying to close off the sound.  His breathing picking up as he fall pass one memory and into another.  Yet, he had no direction on where to go, were any of these Gogon’s own.   It seem an impossibility, to focus on anything amongst this torrential onslaught of memories.  So many, from so many viewpoints, from so many places.  It was more than one person should have, much more.  And it was all swirling about viciously like a whirlpool – around and around and around.   John was caught up in the whirlpool, drowning in it, being pulled under it.  He was losing himself in the chaos, losing himself, everything closing in, and passing through him.  He was truly terrified, “Chachan…someone…I don’t know, I’m losing my way.”  The words coming from John both in the memories and the ‘waking’ world.  There was no one there to break contact with Gogon and he continue to drown in the whirlpool of memories.   Just as if was about to overwhelm him, everything snap into sharp clarity.  He found himself on a burning field, Chachan and the others in front of him.  He could feel his own limbs moving outside of his control, words not were not his coming from his mouth.  A deep feeling of fear, of anger, of defiance exuded from this memory.  It was like a shield, the wall that separate the eye of the storm from the terrible winds outside it.   Jancis Milburge opened the door quietly as to not disturb the two resting, her own eyes tired from the day of battle and a stomach full.  Her eyes instinctively went to where Gogon lay, expression confused as she noticed John.  Quickly she tried to close the distance between them and figure out what the healer was doing.  “Master John?”   John was caught up in this memory.  He couldn’t move, couldn’t find a way to protect the others.  Gods, the others were going to be hurt.  Warren, Chachan,and everyone.  “Don’t do it.  Don’t you see who it is?” he asked, reaching and grabbing those emotion inside himself, the fear, the anger, and the defiance.  “That’s your brother you’re about to attack,” he yelled, shaking the emotions that he held in his hands.  Outwardly, John gives no reaction to Jancis’s question, though his yelling was probably scaring her right about now.  She would be able to see as she drew closer that his eyes were glazed over and the hand that is on Gogon’s face is glowing, shimmering differently than the way that he usually heals.   Words impose themselves on John’s mind.  Not said in the memories, but forced in from whatever lay beyond it.  “YOU WILL NOT HAVE ME.  I REFUSE TO FALL, I WILL RETURN TO THEM, AS MYSELF AND NO OTHER.”  Violet eyes burn into John.  See him.  KNOW him.  And he is forced away.  Back through the swirling mass of forceful memories.  Out of Gogonji’s mind… and back into his own head.  The last thing he sees is a few of the memories starting to turn toward him… and then they are gone.   Jancis doubles her efforts to closed the short distance as the man yelled, having enough time to realize it was not the semi-familiar geometrics that archny used.  Her hip jarred against the working table as she tried to cut the corner, the table skirting loudly on the wooden floor.  Bravely she reaches for the hand that is on Gogon’s face.   John doesn’t have time to reason with ‘words’.  He blown back and into his body.  He jerks up, shaking, and hair soak in sweat from the ordeal.  He only has a moment to try and regain himself, remembers himself, but he already sees Jancis’ hand moving to touch his ungloved one.  His reaction is instant, catching the woman’s hand with his glove one.  “Don’t touch it,” he says, fighting to get his breath back.   Jancis is a token resistance, staying put in John’s grip.  She looks over his shiny sweat-streaked self.  “Pray, explain?”   Gogonji shifts in his slumber, but settles down once more.  From the outside, one could never tell the effort he’s putting into holding off the torrent of foreign memories that seek to drown him.   John looks up, fear starting to form in his eyes.  His eyes lock on her hand that he’s still holding and he quickly lets go of it.  “I’m sorry… I… didn’t hurt you, Lady Jancis?”  He turns as he feels a shift on the bed behind him.  He sighed mentally, knowing that there was nothing more he could do for Chachan’s brother.  He reach out to pick up the glove that still sat at the head of the bed.  Jancis was standing far too close to him to try and flee the room without hurting her in the act.  “There is nothing to explain,” he says, struggling to get the glove back on with shaking hands.   “What you just said, is nearly what we all called out to him.  As if you were there bells ago.”  She lean in close to John, her now free hand going to grasp John’s shoulder.  “I am unhurt by you, but Thaliak would frown at such a bluff."   John finally gets the glove back on, his head jerking up at her words.  He brings his glove hand up to his forehead, “So that’s what I saw,” he whisper, trying to shift and settle that memory from all the others that he saw.  He bring his hand back down, smiling up at her, and she would see that the fear is growing in his eyes.  “I’m glad I didn’t hurt you Lady Jan…” only to trail off at the rest of Jancis words.  He turns away from her, “I don’t think that Thaliak would care much for one that is cursed.”   Jancis watches his expression steadily, soaking in as much of his nuisance movements as what he says.  “Cursed is the man who dies, but the evil done by him survives,” she murmur quietly, a hand going to try and look over the wet locks of dark hair.  “I do not believe Gogonji is cursed; a healer must needs be open for anyone to trust with their welfare.  Must I ask again?”   John looks back up, ears hanging low in exhaustion.  “He isn’t, Lady Jancis.  He fighting hard to come back to his brother.”  He turns to look over at Gogon.  “It probably won’t be soon but he is going to come back as himself.”  He looks down a this hands again, “I’m the one that is cursed.”  He was just too tired to keep everyone away anymore.   Jancis had two different large pieces of information to take in.  She stood there awkwardly for what felt like several minutes.  “Back as himself… the way he spoke before losing consciousness, he did recognize Sir Gegenji… the souls from the stones did not dissipate then… fighting mayhaps… mentally healing…” she thought out loud, murmuring as she brainstormed, “… and this contact caused it?  This curse you speak of?  Mayhaps I can help.”  She still tired from before, but offered nonetheless, and still failed to understand what John meant about the curse he weakly confessed too.   John shakes his head no.  “I have been cursed for as long as I can remember.  I thought…” his hands close into fists, “that maybe, just for once, I could do something good with it.”   Jancis looks at the fear mixed with exhaustion.  “That is how you saw?  The curse is a vision?  If you saw what he is thinking, then you have given us a boon to know that those souls still wrack his mind.  This knowledge… Thaliak’s grace.  What else did you see?” she asks with ferver, awkwardly close still to keep a steadying hand on John’s shoulder and listen.   He blinks as Jancis leans closer.  “What…” he says in confusion.  She wasn’t running away screaming and was in fact asking for more details about what he saw.  “Why… why aren’t you running away in terror?” he ask.  He mentally ground at the hope that was trying to build.   Jancis only gives him a confused look.  “This vision that you have.  Can it also guide?  What if Gogonji needs help?”   Shinjo Dawnedge enters the room, standing quietly, listening, his eyes examine those recovering from his postion at attention by the door.   “Sister said that what I do is wrong.  That seeing memories was invading a person mind.  That the memories are private to the person that they belong too.”  Again he was in a state of confusion.  “I don’t know if I could guide.  I can’t touch anything when I’m ‘Dreaming’.  Like I’m just a ghost but I can feel the emotion within the memories.”  He looks back at Gogon.  “I try to get him to see what he was doing but he ‘threw’ me out.”  He looks back up at Jancis.  “I think he might have realize what was going on… and that I was losing myself in the chaos of his memories.”   Jancis look thoughtful at his admission, “If no one else has broken this link, then mayhaps he did realize your presence.”  Her curiosity faded away in concern, “It hurt you, though?  You look exhausted.  Have you felt lost before?”   John looked away, “This has been only the second time I’ve done this in eleven years.”  His eyes drift closed, a small smile tugging at his lips.  “Howl…let me see his memories.  I did get a little lost in them… and there was that ‘memory’ that didn’t react like the others do.”  A shiver ran through him.  “A highlander that ‘saw’ me in that memory.”  He look back up at Jancis.  “Gogon’s memories though were like a whirlpool.  I was drowning in them, and I call out for Chachan or anyone to help me.  That’s when I found myself in a ring of fire with Chachan and the others in front of me.”   “…were we down the hall as you left.  Why did you not say more?  Sir Shinjo overheard you say an apology.  You should not be alone attempting such.”  Her voice grew with concern, giving her words more emphasis and the worry conveying through the squeezing hand on his shoulder.  Shingo nodding in agreement at her statement.   John looks down.  “I was afraid that Chachan would… hate me for invading his brother’s memories,” he said.  “I thought about calling Warren, he knows about this, but he also needs to recover too.  I just didn’t want you and the others to find out.”  He let his eyes close, ears lying flat against his head.  “I didn’t want to lose your friendship,” he whisper, finally speaking his biggest fear.   Shinjo moves over to the bed, speaking softly, “John, what I have heard you describe is a gift.  Use it good and for healing and it is an amazing gift.  Imagine the trauma and the mental illnesses you could treat.  You must start seeing it as so and it will become so.”  He bow his head in apology for interrupting.   Jancis widen her eyes, empathy filling her expression.  She nods slowly at Shinjo speaks.  “A real friend walks in when the rest of the world walks out.  Should we had left; we would be no friends from the start.”   John blinks, turning first to Shinjo and then to Jancis.  His face showing that he never thought about that, never let himself see what was before him.  Had he allow himself to be so blind?  “I… have seen only the darkness of life… have I really not look at the lights that have been before all along?”  A chuckle escapes him, “I have been a fool.”   “You’re vision was clouded from early on friend.  Allow us to chase the storm away so that you may see the sun.”   “From what you said of your sister; she truly worries.”  She looks up at Shinjo, smiling at his words.   John nods.  “The gloves were her idea.  It gave me some peace from the memories that I was always sensing but Sam told me that she was trying to find a better way for me to control it.  But then we lost her on the Flats and… I gave up my hope with her gone.”   Jancis look over at Shingo, “Mayhaps someone else can help you train this ability then.  Would not want to find you in such a state again, dare say, or worse.”   “Would practicing it in, allow you to gain some measure of control?”   John shifts on the bed.  “Haven’t even thought about practicing it.”  He looks thoughtful.  “I wonder if… you think that Titor might be able to help?” he ask.  “He invited me to his home when he checks on Sir Toff.”   “I think any amount of use of it will assist in learning the limits.”  He nods.  “Like any skill, I am sure with practice will come competency, and from there great skill.”  He looks over to Gogonji.  “So, how do we help him?”   Jancis steps back, leaning against the wall.  “Master Titor is very wise; he has dealt with rareites before.  At the very least he can rule out some avenues on your abilities.”   “You looked inside Gogonji’s mind then, John?” Shinjo enquires.   Jancis looks up at Shinjo.  “Well, with what Master John has shared about his internal struggle…forgive me I do not know.”  She purses her lips, “Part of me believe with should have Lady Artemis return, and Lady Leanne with those deadened stones.  Or create some kind of beacon for him.  No, we must needs get Sir Gegenji’s counsel first.”  She quiets, letting the two men talk.  She then murmurs something about John not eating before and looks for some leftovers to be brought in so that he can recover his strength, and exits.   John runs his hand through drying sticky hair.  “And I’m really not sure I should try this again very soon.”  He still looks exhausted from the ordeal.  “He’s fighting right now, which should be a good sign,” he said to Shinjo.  “I would like to try again, with Cha’s permission and someone as a second.  There might be a chance we could bring him out… or give him a lead back.”   Oka knocks at the door.  “Um, can someone please open the door?  I have some more Doman delight for you guys!”   “How would someone second you?” Shingo ask.   Oka’s voice calls through the door again.  “Alright, I guess no one wants my delicious treats.”   John hms to himself.  “If I call out to whoever would be my second or if I’m ‘Dreaming’ too long, they would need to break the contact between myself and whoever I was working with.”   Shinjo nods, “I will assist however I can, John.  One moment.”  He moves over and opens to door, allowing Oka to enter the room.   She holds a tray of Doman dishes.  “Teehee, thought you guys were hunger, so here you go.”   "Thanks you, Oka.  Just set it on the bench there.”   John hadn’t realize that someone had been at the door.  At the mention of food though, his stomach growls and a blush stain his face.  “Ah, sorry.”   Oka nods as she puts the tray on the nearby bench, doing a Doman bow to the people that are present.   “Please John, take the time to eat.  I believe Jancis will bring a meal a meal in later as well.  She went to prepare it.  I will wait for her meal.  I would not want her to come back for no need.”   “Hm, where is Jan-san anyway?”   John gives Oka a smile.  “Thank you, Lady Oka.”  He stands on shakily legs and moves over to the tray of food.   “She went to prepare some food and tend some errands.”  Shinjo reach up to touch the linkpearl at his ear.  “I must respond to an emergency call.  Duty calls.  I will be back soon and perhaps we can formulate a plan to move forward and help our injured friends.”   “Oi, Shinjo-san, want an onigiri before you go?”   Shinjo nods.  “Thank you, Oka.”  He takes on and quickly makes his way out, strapping on his shield and sword as he runs down the hall.   John picks up a rice cake, eyes flickering over to Gogonji.  “I hope the next time we meet, that it will be with you awake, Sir Gogonji.” Characters Kestlona Guhtgeiswyn's Page John Waterstrike's Page Tumblr: Tanya Waterstrike Tumblr: John Waterstrike [url=https://www.tumblr.com/blog/tanyawaterstrike][/url]

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