[OOC: Figured Iori wanted to play too. Continued from here: http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=367&t=1511 ]
There are stories that were told around the fire when Itami was a child. Stories that everyone shared, but there was none more fascinating than the amazing strength and power given to people when they were protecting a loved one. The woman who lifted a car to keep her husband from harm. The mother who held tons upon tons of rubble on her back as she hovered above her infant who would have otherwise been crushed. These stories were stories of ordinary people in ordinary worlds with nothing spectacular about them, but one story from a one-time event. And here, in the evening air, a woman standing at 6'2", barefoot and exposing burn scars from head to toe on the entire right side of her body, carried a man on her left shoulder, who smelled of burnt flesh, much more recent than her own. Blood staining that perfectly white dress she wore made of silk and lace. Her knees shaking as she exerted chakra at high amounts to keep herself standing at her of loss of blood, let alone carry her husband on her shoulder.
Nearby assistants took her husband from her, laying him on a transporter, but her hand clutched his, "What are you doing? No! Wait! I brought him here!" They pried her hand from his as the crystal eye looked panicked around the room, and a doctor quickly crushed it within his hands as she let out a shriek of shocked. "This one is injured too!"
"I brought him here! I'm his wife! I--" There it was, doubling over as the chakra finally ran out as her body fell to the floor as she hurled up her stomach contents and blood onto the floor. The white tile. The maiden. The Knight. No no no no no... She vomited again as she was dragged up onto the same transportation device, coughing violently. The ringing came back, she couldn't talk.
A mumble.
What was that?
What did he say?
No, it couldn't be true.
Not her, she wasn't able to get that.
No... No... Now was not the time to become beautiful.
She couldn't be so lucky when Kasa was not.
That wasn't the way it worked anymore.
What did that doctor mumble?
What was that he said?
No not that.
"She needs reconstruction--NOW."
There are stories that were told around the fire when Itami was a child. Stories that everyone shared, but there was none more fascinating than the amazing strength and power given to people when they were protecting a loved one. The woman who lifted a car to keep her husband from harm. The mother who held tons upon tons of rubble on her back as she hovered above her infant who would have otherwise been crushed. These stories were stories of ordinary people in ordinary worlds with nothing spectacular about them, but one story from a one-time event. And here, in the evening air, a woman standing at 6'2", barefoot and exposing burn scars from head to toe on the entire right side of her body, carried a man on her left shoulder, who smelled of burnt flesh, much more recent than her own. Blood staining that perfectly white dress she wore made of silk and lace. Her knees shaking as she exerted chakra at high amounts to keep herself standing at her of loss of blood, let alone carry her husband on her shoulder.
Nearby assistants took her husband from her, laying him on a transporter, but her hand clutched his, "What are you doing? No! Wait! I brought him here!" They pried her hand from his as the crystal eye looked panicked around the room, and a doctor quickly crushed it within his hands as she let out a shriek of shocked. "This one is injured too!"
"I brought him here! I'm his wife! I--" There it was, doubling over as the chakra finally ran out as her body fell to the floor as she hurled up her stomach contents and blood onto the floor. The white tile. The maiden. The Knight. No no no no no... She vomited again as she was dragged up onto the same transportation device, coughing violently. The ringing came back, she couldn't talk.
A mumble.
What was that?
What did he say?
No, it couldn't be true.
Not her, she wasn't able to get that.
No... No... Now was not the time to become beautiful.
She couldn't be so lucky when Kasa was not.
That wasn't the way it worked anymore.
What did that doctor mumble?
What was that he said?
No not that.
"She needs reconstruction--NOW."