I'm Saying Goodbye || Lyndis

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i'm giving up (on me) Edmund had been awake and fighting for.... gods. How long had it been? What day was it? Despite being awake for nearly 24/? he wasn't that hungry. Sure, he had to retire every once and a while for water so he wouldn't outright drop dead, but that was the extent of his break time. The battlefield was increasing losing people. People continued to fall, Roman and Saturn side. Since day one, "Cinny" had "malfunctioned". Edmund had built and destroyed five "Cinny" robots. The real one was hiding out somewhere in the forest. Once a day, before they got too close to the Romans, "Cinny" would dive down into the ground. On a march forward, they would explode on Ed's mental command. The metal shell would drill a hole up to the surface, split open, and spray shrapnel. It would take out some of his own squad, and a couple of others on another person's squad if he was lucky. They would later be diagnosed as traps in the ground, which, in all technicality, they were. Only thing was, that they were planted spontaneously, so there was really no way to stop them in time. Even Edmund himself had pieces of imperial gold stuck in his skin. Most times he was able to avoid the worst of it, but he still got hit. It would've looked too perfect if he didn't. Other than that, he had "accidentally" killed a bunch of Saturn's monsters, knocked out a few people on his squad while fighting with a Roman... fun things. Of course, he hadn't actually killed anyone... yet. Roman or Saturn side, all they got was a knock out or a serious-ish wound that would render them unconscious. If no one could get to them in time, oh well. Edmund was good at making it look like an accident. He was good at making a lot of things look like accidents. Being tired could also give him credibility. The fifth "Cinny" had just gone off, taking the remaining members of his squad with it. Despite pieces of metal stuck in his arm and left leg, he was fine. Actually, he couldn't feel any of the shrapnel in his leg. No nerves. He must've looked like a mess. There was no mirror around, so there was no telling how bad he looked, but whatever. But, yeah, other than that.... Freedom! No more stupid monsters tailing him around and taking his orders. Thank the gods. Acting by himself again. He continued to move through the battle field, picking off lone monsters when he found them. Once or twice he could've sworn he had seen Em. Or Meg. Wondering if he was dead already, he finally came to the conclusion that he had started hallucinating. That revelation came yesterday, when he saw one of them, stared, and then promptly got stabbed in the shoulder. Pain. Nope, still not dead yet. He didn't see them yet... but they'd come. They always did. The sound of sword clashing blurred to the right of him. An arrow shot past his shoulder, but Edmund kept moving forward. All of the sudden, he became aware that he was tired. So freaking tired of acting, and of covering himself. He started getting sloppy. Killing monsters without thought to who was watching. He was tired... and he didn't care. Finally, he decided: forget being careful. Not caring who saw or not, he threw a dagger at a monster pinning what looked like someone from one of the cohorts. and then moved on, waiting for his own demise. Now it was all a question of who would kill him for being a traitor: Saturn's side or the Legion's side. OOC: don't feel like you have to match that at all. Just wanted to give some explanation. IC: 615

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Days had gone by and Lyndis was still fighting hard. It was worse than when they were on the quest, this wasn't only a monster fight here or there, and it wasn't like Charlie's drills. This was something completely different, and it began to break her little by little. Friend or foe she'd drag people back to the medics in camp. Some would get annoyed a the little hunter for bringing enemies to be treated when so many campers who hadn't turned traitor needed help, but she didn't care. She was looking for someone, and she would bring him back to camp if she could. Edmund Simons, her big brother. She didn't care what he said, what he did. She loved him, and she wanted to see him one more time before leaving forever with the hunters. She was sure he could go back to camp, or go somewhere else to live after this fight. She didn't want to stay here. She loved other people in camp, but she never found any really good reason to stay. Always wanting to explore, her wanderlust insatiable. Someone once called her a Kender, though she didn't know what that meant.

A monster had pinned someone from her old cohort, she pulled back on her bow to take care of it but a dagger knocked it aside instead. She relaxed her arrow and glanced to see where it had come from, making her do a double take. Ed. He was there, he looked so broken, so wobbly. Disheveled. Pulling back quickly she fired her arrow, catching the hand of someone trying to hurt him. With her new found speed she rushed forward. A silver glow about her thin frame, moving faster than she had before. The monster Ed struck with a dagger before was not down and it tripped her. Pulling a special dagger from her waist the felt a tingle on her neck as a war hammer cam down upon it's head crushing it. She rolled out as the began to dissipate.

She had to get to Ed, she had to. Thank the gods he was okay, her prayer worked. He was okay. A tingle went through her neck here and there, as an arrow struck the metal of her armor or her dagger found the weak point of a creature standing in her way. She wasn't aware of how her powers worked, but they did. A little luck went a long way, and it was a terrifying power. “ED!!” she shouted getting closer to him, her daggers still in her hands ready to take down any monsters she came across.

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why don't you h a t e me? (you should) (i do) no matter how many times he fought, it never got any better. monsters, people. they all blended together. fighting at school, fighting monsters, fighting em, fighting at the legion, fighting in the first war, fighting in the quest, fighting in the second war. fighting. fighting. fighting. always fighting. he never stopped fighting. it got so tiring after a while. not knowing whether you were going to come out dead or alive. preparing yourself for death, accepting it... and then it not coming. the fates played a cruel games with the romans. he had seen so much death, destruction, and hurt for the past five days. second war all over again. just as bad. maybe worse. he didn't know. day after day of blood, empty shells, broken bodies, haphazard injury fixes: it all had the same numbing, breaking effect on a person. he had felt this way during the first war too. even though he would have liked to say that he was "used to it", he didn't think anyone could ever get "used" to something like this. no amount of drilling, monster fights, or wars could prepare anyone for war. seeing the glint of a blade from the corner of his eye, edmund turned to throw another dagger. before he could let it fly, an arrow pierced through the wielder's hand. wondering who on earth would try to save him, edmund looked towards the direction of the arrow. lyndis. wait. was she just another hallucination? maybe... but no, she was running towards him, hitting monsters along the way. she wasn't stationary and five inches infront of his face. he would rather take em or meg yelling at him than facing lyn. out of all people, the one he needed to hate him most, he hadn't been able to shake her faith in him. she still loved him. he could never understand her. why the hell did she still want to be near him? why did she insist on believing in him? after everything he had done to her... left her, yelled at her, sent her that horrible im... he was a grade a jerk and a horrible person... yet she stayed. why....? he looked up. no more pretending, he supposed. truth? sending that im had to be one of the most painful things he had done while at orthys. he did it with the intention of both of them entirely breaking themselves off from each other, but it still hadn't worked. she still told him that she loved him. why couldn't she just detach? it'd just be easier... easier for all of them to hate him. easier for him to do his job. it would also make so much more sense (to him) for everyone to just hate him. ugh... people. why? "hey lyn," he muttered. lyn's voice seemed amplified for some reason. at least he was able to see her... one last time. at least she wasn't dead. edmund suddenly turned around and shot another one of his daggers, sticking a monster in the neck. he turned around again, watching lyn run, pell mell towards him. he sighed slightly, looking around, wary for any monsters, or humans, that could possibly obstruct her path. after everything he had done to her, he only thought it fair to meet her half way. mind set, edmund stepped off, and continued forward, walking towards the younger girl. OOC: ;_; caaaaaan't IC: 563

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Few people seemed to realize just how stubborn the little eleven year old was. Simply because she would comply with most of the orders from the older campers. People might think she was easily swayed, or manipulated into doing whatever you wanted her to do. Few people, perhaps especially Edmund Simons, knew there were somethings that no matter how hard you tried the girl would not be shaken. Once she invited you into her family you would have to deal with her for life. Though considering she had joined the hunters that particular notion might be a little swayed. You would have her love as long as she was alive, because you were part of the family she chose. Though she had people who were in her family by blood line as well it wasn't a requirement or a dismissal. She simply knew who she cared about and no amount of coaxing could get her to stop. Even the words of Lady Diana would not get her to stop loving her family, if the goddess were so inclined at to try and tell her to stop.

Her brown eyes caught his as he saw her. A little smile and a soft barely audible apology left her. She knew he didn't love her, but that was okay. He didn't have to care for her to love him. That's what love was, and you should never ever expect anything in return for it. It seemed like a while that he just stood there, looking at her as she fought her way through. Until he turned to stab a creature through it's neck. That was two daggers he had thrown, and she couldn't help but wonder how many he had left. If he needed them, she'd give him her daggers. If he could hold them, blessed by Diana the way they were.

He was walking towards her, and her pace slowed. She wondered what he was thinking, why he was there. It looked like he was all by himself, no one around to call an ally. A friend. She swallowed her small bit of anxiety and went forward to meet him. “Ed, I'm sorry.” she said when she got up to him, her little heart shaking. “I'm going to take you back to camp now.” Her eyes were focused on his face but getting up closer she saw his wounds, where the shrapnel hit him. “Ed...what...you're not okay.”

A bit distracted wasn't good while in the middle of the fray though. Especially when she glowed with a goddesses blessing. Lyndis was a stationary target, something easy to hit.

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i'm givin' all my s e c r e t s away  with reality and will slipping away, edmund's truthful, inner side started to resurge. why had he gone to saturn's side? he had wanted to try to protect them... his quest team. his family. in the end, he didn't know if it had even worked. had he just screwed everything up instead? probably. that's what he was best at. he semi looked up at the sky. he knew a lot of prayers were going up to the gods, but he mentally blasted his angry voice anyway. if anyone's praying to keep me alive, and you're actually honoring their request, stop. did he mean any of it? all the hateful things he had said? all the things he never said? or had he been lying to himself that he had been lying? he didn't eve know anymore. walking towards lyndis though, he started to realize. he had been lying to them. felicity, lyn, ethan, and joshua? they were his family now... and if he was going to die, he might as well come clean about one thing. the most important thing. as lyn got closer, edmund noticed that she was glowing. his heat sunk. hallucination. it was just a hallucination. where was he, really? where was he?! he could be dead, for all he knew. no one was around him either. surely the battlefield was never this empty.... her glow started flickering. one moment it was there, another it wasn't. so maybe lyn was real and he was hallucinating her glowing? was she dead? no... what was going...? edmund swallowed. dead or not, hallucination or not, edmund started babbling as soon as she got in ear shot. his filter separating what he actually thought and what he showed broke completely. he no longer cared. live or die. he legitimately stopped caring. he'd be able to die in peace, fields of punishment included, as long as he got this out to her in person. "m'sorry... none've it was true... what i said... before..." her voice suddenly started weaving in and out. loud soft loud. he couldn't exactly hear her. it was like how he heard his parents' and meg's voices before the dream gas. he could've sworn he heard a 'you're... okay'. for the first time in his life, he told the truth. "no...m'not..." he tried to meet her eyes, but looked a bit higher than her head instead. he suddenly remembered being at a stand still in the middle of the battlefield wasn't the best option: angry enemies charging. "lyn-" before he could even think about what he was doing, he had overstepped to cover lyn's back, meeting the blade of a charging demigod. which squad had he been from? possibility that one of his had gotten away from the cinny bombs? both of their swords swung towards each other, but ed's timing was off. delayed reaction. both their swords hit their opponent's body. instead of blocking, ed gashed the soldier's shoulder. instead of blocking, the other blade found edmund's side. OOC: hahahahaha.. aha... aha... well, there's inner-Ed IC: 500

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Why did Ed stop and look at the sky? Lyndis had been with Ed before when they would watch the stars together, heck it became part of a nightly thing while they were on the quest. Sometimes not even talking, just looking up at the stars. Ed told her about his family, and watching the stars from the roof. This wasn't night time though, and dark clouds had been scattered across the sky since the battle started. Maybe because Lord Jupiter was there, Lyndis wasn't sure. She just knew it was easier to see, to fight without all the sun in her eyes, or glinting off armor and weapons.

They had barely got within earshot of each other when Ed started talking. Lyn was surprised, blinking up at him with a bit of confusion in her eyes. His eyes didn't look focused once she got close enough to see them, and his sentences were slurred. She had trouble understanding him, English was her second language after all. She was worried about him, for him. Her big brother, whether he wanted it or not. She loved him, and she was going to take him back to the infirmary tent to get fixed up. Then he stepped past her though, and his sword swung at someone she hadn't seen. She saw blood, Ed's blood and she rounded quickly on the opposing demigod putting her daggers in his arms. He might not be able to use them again, but at least he wouldn't be able to dig his sword deeper into her brother.

“Ed? Ed? I'm going to get you to Uncle Apollo okay?” She didn't really wait for his reply, her strength and speed were better than his so she would carry him. If he wanted it or not, she would take him to the back line. She wasn't sure what he wanted, what he was doing. This wasn't the Ed she was used to, the one who stood without any emotions on his face. She took him by the arm, she'd grown a couple inches but that was all she would ever grow from now on. She was still a foot shorter than Ed, but she could carry him. She was stronger now, she could have maybe dragged him before but now she knew she could carry him. She took a piece of ambrosia from her pouch, only partially not shoving it in his mouth. “I've got you Ed, I'm not going to leave you.”

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i'd take another chance take a fall, take a shot f o r y o u edmund felt the blade go through his side, yank upwards, and then fall away. he bit his tongue, whimpering as the sharp pain sliced through his body. he was pretty sure his lack of sleep amplified the pain tenfold. it was nearly as bad as his headache in the ruins, but this time, it was in his side. after the pain registered, the shock came in. his first instinct and priority was to keep his sword up. his second was to cover his wound with his non dominant hand (whose shoulder had been stabbed a day or so ago) and put pressure on it. suddenly, everything started blurring. after five long days, his body had decided to rebel and shut down. blood loss, pain, and exhaustion took over. his sword dropped out of his hand and he fell over to the right, into his new side wound. he could've sworn he heard someone calling his name. and then someone picking him up. he didn't want to be carried. he didn't want to talk. he just wanted to go to sleep. for once in his life, he wanted to just black out. he didn't care if he had nightmares, he didn't care if he dreamed good dreams, he didn't care if he didn't dream. his body had had it. it was 500% done with him and fighting. he couldn't even open his mouth to answer, fight, or deny the muffled voice. something got shoved in his mouth, and he swallowed on instinct. right, he was hungry too. and probably badly dehydrated. after swallowing, his body felt warm and tingly. the sensation didn't last long, and a second later, he was back to pain. his stubbornness started losing and his want to go to sleep started winning. his want to run away from everything. what he did. what he had become. the war. the pain. just everything. losing consciousness wasn't the best feeling in the world, but if it took him away and shut his body down, so be it. once again, it had to be by force. always by force to make him go to sleep and heal. he could feel the rate of the blood pounding in his ears start to slow down. his breath hitched as if he couldn't get enough air, and the few black dots burst into millions, obscuring his vision. he could feel himself being carried. lyn? no, that was impossible... but other than her (even her!) who would be in their right mind to save him? why would anyone even bother to save him? he was a traitor to both sides... it'd be better if they just let him bleed out. end it all. he'd be able to take everything to the grave easier. the sounds around him ran together like water ruining a painting. for a moment, he could still see dots of color in-between the black dots. suddenly, it all stopped. a high pitched buzzing filled his ears, the black dots took over. then, finally, edmund slipped away into darkness. IC: 507

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Ed fell. Ed couldn't fall, it was Ed! That was what Lyndis couldn't help but think anyway. To her Ed was the invincible, he could be hurt, he might not sleep or eat like he was supposed to, but he'd never fall. The distinct realization came across her little mind that Edmund was mortal, just like her dad. That he could die, just like her dad. No. Nononononono. Her mind raced as she prayed up to the heavens. Prayed to Apollo, to Jupiter, to her grandpa Mercury. It wasn't so much a prayer as it was her pleading, begging them to not take Ed away too. Not her big brother.

Little tears dripping down her face as she picked him up, wrapping his arms around her neck so he could kind of stay up. Even though he was limp, his body had given up trying to fight, trying to fight anything. He was completely dead weight in her arms, but she could carry him, it was a little bit of a struggle at first, but she could. Her weapons disappearing when she wasn't holding them, she supposed that was the answer to her question of what would happen if she tried to give them to Ed. If she was paying attention to them at any rate, she was more worried about Ed.

In some sleep like state he took the ambrosia, and Lyn wasn't exactly sure what wounds it would heal but she hoped it would be enough. She still wasn't sure how much you were allowed to feed someone. Shifting him a bit so she could carry him easier she tried to move through the battle field. It was busy, and dangerous. She might have been fast, but there were those faster than she was. There were people who seemed to appear out of no where. She jostled Ed a little but, hoping to not agitate his injuries. Then she started running. Running for the back line, running for the medics. She knew some that would take care of Ed, at least a few that didn't care what side someone was on. They just wanted to help people. She'd find them and Ed would be okay. She was here this time, she could do something. “You'll be okay Ed, you'll be okay.” she said over and over again to herself in Russian. Her immortal little heart beating much faster than it should have been even with her running.

Still in the middle of the battle field Lyndis had to avoid swings of swords, and volleys of arrows. Two such arrows struck her side, finding their place between her armor. Still she was able to keep Ed as safe as possible, taking a sword blow to the armor on her shoulder to keep him safe. It almost bit through the leather there, but she was able to continue to stumble to the back lines.

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welcome to the b a t t l e o f w i l l s edmund sat at his work bench, carefully reconstructing the wiring and chip placement of metal bird v4. "i thought i remade you..." he muttered, rubbing his eyes. gods. no sleep. maybe he had hallucinated remaking it in full... there came a knock at the door. edmund raised his eyebrow. since when had anyone knocked before entering the forge? ".... it's open," he announced warily. the door swung open, allowing a new source of outside light to fill the room. now that the light poured in, edmund found himself wondering how he had seen prior to the door opening. he automatically turned around. no fire. not even a fire pit. then how...? he turn his attention to a figure, silhouetted against the light. "what do you want?" he asked. "still mannerless, i see." no... "em?" edmund asked, standing up. another light suddenly flared up, illuminating her features. "what the hell are you doing here?" he growled. "after eight years that's the best you can come up with?" "how about you suck and owe me eight years worth of birthday presents?" "well (a) i don't owe you anything. you're the one who left me with all the medical bills (b) i thought you hated your birthday and (c) i was told that there was a low survival rate at this camp." (kudos to jackie for that last one) edmund rolled his eyes. "this isn't even possible. you're mortal. you can't come in here. you can't..." edmund cut himself off, considering something. "i... i'm dead, aren't i? this is the fields of punishment." "no, not yet. you're almost there though. you're dying." edmund stared at her. "i.... i'm what?" "come on ed, don't look so surprised. don't be stupid. use your brain for once. think. you were talking with lyndis and got stabbed in the side, remember?" edmund looked at her and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his side. a cut started to appear, and then ripped its way up. "and got stabbed in the shoulder." his left shoulder spasamed and a wound opened up. "and then there's all that shrapnel." ouch. "oh, look. i think you just got hit with a stray arrow," em mused nonchalantly. ed bit down on his lip as a piercing pain came into his left leg and an arrow shimmered into existence. "yup. dying. kinda slow too. blood loss. over exhaustion. stress. dehydration. starvation. pick your poison, all of them are correct." for the first time, edmund gave his surroundings a good look. just as he thought before, it was a forge. it was the forge at the legion. it was his workbench. but things were missing. vital things. no fires. no other workbenches. no other forgers. just him, the door, his bench, and em. "oh..." he said quietly. "just oh?" "what do you want me to say?" he asked dejectedly. "i dunno. something nasty? maybe some kicking, screaming, cursing, punching, and exacto knife throwing?" edmund stayed quiet, his gaze staring at the floor. "nah," he muttered. the forge started to shift into a dark closet, filled with dresses. edmund felt one brush his check and looked up, startled. "where am i?" "you should recognize it," em shrugged. "you hid in here for a week." right. em's closet. suddenly, the closet shattered apart and he was infront of felicity's tree with no em in sight. weirder still, all his previous, newly inflicted wounds disappeared. "what are you doing, simons?" edmund turned around. "felicity...?" OOC: POST 400 BBY IC: 569

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There were so many people, and despite how fast she ran time felt slow. Her legs burned from the stress, the strain. She'd never tried carrying a person like this before, holding onto Ed like he was something precious. To Lyndis he was precious and there was no one in this world who could replace him. Sure Gunnar and Josh were really nice, and she loved them calling them brother sometimes too, but they weren't Ed. He was her reason for staying at camp, her real reason. Him telling her she was nothing broke any reasons she had for staying, even if she did love her family. Charlie, Remus, Gunnar, Josh, Ethan, Felicity, Prometheus, Mercury all of them she really cared about. But none of them were Ed. The same way Ed couldn't replace a single one of them. So she ran, stumbling at time, digging her knee hard into the ground to keep ed from hitting, though his foot might have dragged a little bit as she fell.

She caught blows for him, though it seemed as though she would trip at the right time, or stumble and avoid an arrow. The little things that mattered a lot. The power of luck was on her side, and as long as she held Ed, it was at least a little bit on his side too. It couldn't save her from everything, simply the most dangerous ones. It kept her from sever injuries, from being unable to move, from falling onto a sword. The same as when she first met Ed, and a pile of sharp metal objects fell on top of her. The shield was the first to fall, and it covered her small body from what was bound to be an infirmary visit, if not a funeral pyre.

She was finally away from a majority of the fighting, finally back with the other demigods fighting for the gods. Though they didn't seem happy. Not to see Edmund Simons, the antisocial forge boy who had betrayed them. Lyndis thought she might have heard some people tell her to go back to the front, to go back to finghting, but she ignored them She would go back to fighting, she promised, just as long as they let her take Ed to get better. Just as long as she got to bring Ed to the medics. She would go back and fight with the rest of camp, with the rest of the hunters. She'd leave this family, to go to her new family.

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notes : : -dying from feels-

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you want me to l i v e you want me to d i e right now it's a fair game just give me a reason w h y "ed you can't go with her." "huh?" "em." "oh..." "you have to wake up." she gave something like a forced smile. "you still didn't fix metal bird." "felicity... i'm so tired of everything. i don't want to..." metal bird? edmund thought about that. no. he had fixed metal bird. he was certain of it. it was in one of cinny's draws. "i fixed him. i swear i did. i've had him ever since the grand canyon trip. you'll get him after all this is over, no matter if i make it not. make sure cinny finds you." "no. i want you to give him to me yourself. fight. be stubborn. it's what you're good at. do something. just don't lie down and go. you have to make it!" "i don't think any of the medics will help a two time traitor." "you'd be surprised. but if you don't want to wake up, it doesn't matter what medical attention you get, you won't wake up." "yeah? and who in their right mind would want me to wake up?" "me. and lyn. josh, ethan, the old quest crew. you said it yourself. and nova. and ronan. y'know. your family!" "don't see why you'd still want me as your family." the tree started fading out again. "i've messed everything up to much." "well, that's the thing with real families, ed. no matter how much someone messes things up, you never hate them. you stick together. you still love them." "you're not felicity, are you?" "we don't have time for this. geeze. i thought I'd be bailing you out of a jail before possible death." "but you shouldn't! that’s what happens during war. dying! lots of people die." felicity started to glitch, but she retained composure. "yeah, to other people. but not you, not my friend." edmund stared at her. this wasn't making any sense. "oh yeah? and what makes me so different? i'm no better than any other soldier on the battlefield." "you're my friend. that's what makes you different. you actually help people, even if you don't intend to. you were an older brother to lyn. you were there for people to talk to and you would just sit there and let people talk and you wouldn't care but that's fine because people would just be able to yell and get their frustration out. you were important and anyone but you should die on that field." ed shook his head. "but, there were others, that did good on purpose, with good intentions. those people still died. you may think that i “helped” people, but i know that i hurt the ones that actually mattered, and that counter acts everything." "you could have helped more. let more people matter. you weren't suppose to die. that's not how it's suppose to work. you better wake up, and get to the land of the living and start making a difference because if anyone can, it's you. you can make lives for demigods better because you act out on the thoughts everyone has. burn the principia, you're the only one with enough guts to." ed just shook his head, and felicity started to fade out. "ed, don't-" the tree started melting away, dresses taking their place. "wait! i just don't want my best friend to die, damn it!" she bit her lip and a few tears started to run down her face. "we can go anywhere you want after. just..." "okay...." edmund exhaled, looking away from her. once again, the dresses started disappearing and felicity became solid. as they faded away, he could see little snippets of things. throwing snowballs. walking through party city. pushing each other into a pool. an amusement park. a starbucks logo. him behind the wheel of a car. sitting on the lawn and eating lunch with the others. "okay." "if given the chance, i'll try to wake up." OOC: Just to make this clear, this is all going on in Ed's head.  He's hallucinating while completely knocked out. Some snippets taken from ICC others made up with permission. IC: 648

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So much. Too much, for a small child. For a girl barely eleven years old. She knew nothing of hate, and strife, and pain. Not until she was forced to some to the camp. Her heart beat hard and fast in her chest, a ringing sound filled her ears as her vision seemed to fade a bit. She was pushing too hard, as hard as she could. To get Ed to the medics. She wasn't getting enough oxygen to her brain, the breathing that Charlie had showed her, had always told her to do. It was too difficult. Her body was trying to take in air as fast as possible, though she wasn't taking in breaths quite deep enough. She ran him to the back line, where she knew there were people who could help him. Almost running into one of the medics in her half blind state. They took Ed from her and she was a little frantic. “Save him, he's hurt. PozhaluistaPozhaluista.”PleasePlease she repeated through quick shallow breaths as the medics tried to calm her down. For a tiny bit she didn't understand them. “Ne ponimayu” I don't understand she told them in Russian, her mind seemed to suddenly lack the capacity to speak anything but her first language. Though she'd learned English her entire life, or what she could remember of it.

It was lucky someone knew Russian, or could understand her and tried to calm her down in her own language. Getting her to breath more calmly, drink some water, even put a small oxygen mask on her when she told them her vision was blurry. They told her to keep moving, keep walking around though her legs burned so much. She didn't understand that sometimes people would pass out because they stopped moving their legs. That the leg muscles help to pump the blood through their system. She knew that the older kids where telling her to keep moving. That the medics where telling her to keep moving. So through the pain she did, mostly in circles around Ed. Some people tried to get her to move away, but she still had something to give him. A bracelet, and she'd give it to him before he left, before she left.

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notes : : sorry, kinda short. should we end it soon?

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you had a choice. you've made it now. Edmund only remembered one other instance like this in his life: an instance where his body (and mind) where fighting. The fight didn't change: fight & wake up or give up & die. Prior though, he hadn't had anyone convincing him. It had been a silent battle before. Give into the smoke inhalation and burns like his family or not. He actually had no clue it had happened until a week later. Em had told him that they had almost lost him on the monitor once after his skin graft surgery. All the other burns became a matter of healing time. As with the fire, this would take time too. Ugh. He hated waiting. He almost wished that he had continued arguing... With his agreement, came total blackness again. No forge. No closet. No tree. Just... nothing. Back to limbo. He had made a decision, and to those who had a shred of knowledge of him: once he made his mind up, there was no switching. Edmund would fight to wake up if it was the last thing he'd do. He still had unfinished business. Kicking the gods' butts. Making sure Lyndis understood what he had told her before he slumped into oblivion. Making sure the rest of the quest team had made it out alive. Killing other creatures if they didn't (which he really hoped didn't happen). He could've given himself a mental slap for thinking of these things, but he was too far gone. No filter between inner and outer. Just his thoughts, pouring into his head. He needed to know if his family was okay. Either that, or he needed an affirmation: that regardless of what he did, if someone got close to him, they got burned. Edmund had tried so hard not to get attached. But in the end, it didn't work out. The questers had become his family, weather they knew it or not. Of course, if he died and some of them died, he'd see them in the underworld (or not because he'd probably be going to fields of punishment or worse). But still, he'd rather see them with his own, living eyes. And gods damn it, they'd better be alive too. So, all he could do was wait until his body healed enough. Once that happened, he was opening his eyes, and he was ditching. A millisecond before everything vanished, Edmund had the compelling urge to ask Felicity to stay. It wasn't felicity, he knew that, but just to have someone to talk to while waiting would've been nice, even though he probably wouldn't remember it. Heck, he could've had an internal battle with people after the fire and had just not remembered it. But being out cold was no fun. He missed precious time. Even more so because it was war. It could be days before he woke up. He could be too late. But he'd live or die trying. He at least owed that to them. He owed it to them, just to get a glimpse of them alive. To fight. OOC: He's still completely out for the count xD And sure. IC: 508