Blossoms

[Anadwen]

"I can guarantee you that I will take the greatest care in driving, just as I always do. And do my best to not give you a reason to worry." he assured her with a charming smile, casually wiping most of his hair back, behind his ears, and unbuttoning the collar of his shirt.

With another silent sound, the elevator opened again. They were in a large lobby, furnished similarly to the restaurant upstairs, the only difference being that it was entirely empty. He led them through with long, but elegant steps, all motion as smooth and flowing as always. The door on this end opened automatically, giving them way into the street.

Even this late it was still quite busy, cars and people passed through the lit streets with unusual frequency, though there was more of the first than the second. The pavement, unlike the road, was almost empty.

Seiki led them to a long, elegant sports car. It stood low on the edge of the road, but it's wheels were large and it sported a great number of sharp lines, glinting black in the street lights. Lamborghini, two seats. He unlocked the door, and before walking over to his side, he opened the door for Amaria, revealing dark grey leather interior. "Ladies first," he said, silently, but there was obvious humour in his voice, although he meant his statement completely seriously.

[pryatama aphrodite]

She had no trouble sliding among the dark leather, dress in nearly perfect match that if it had not been applied to her person, and merely laid across the seat, she would've taken no notice. Again, bringing forth her unusual amount of perceptiveness.

Once in a position promising comfort in the ride to come, she slipped her feet from her heels, and winced as they straightened against the bottom of the vehicle's frame. Quite cold, but nice to the eye. Not many think to terribly long on motor vehicle requirements based on taste. Idly, she began to wonder if sport was his crescendo, just as writing was her climax. Looks are deceptive, so she was taught never to judge others in such a vague way. Thus, why she didn't think deeply on the off hand subject of musical interests he had.

She leaned back, tough material both relievingly chill to her steamed body temp, and feeling it embrace her form with surprising comfort. "Better head on out, oterwise traffic will most definitely screw around with us like the universe has always done to me." Some people called it Karma, others bad luck, but she visualizes a figurative sphere as the universe, smirking at her with superiority while showing only one finger...

[Anadwen]

Noiselessly appearing on the seat beside her, it was only then that Seiki closed the door behind himself, and started the engine. It made a deep roar, as if there was a wild beast, longing for freedom and ever eager to break out, and the wheels started spinning, launching the car forth into the night.

Driving in something like that wasn't like an usual car. He has already gotten used to the sensation of driving in a sports car, though it may have been somewhat unusual to those that haven't, and enjoyed it every time. It reminded him of himself... Fast and powerful when he wished it to be, smooth and gentle on another time.

"I see you've already made yourself comfortable." he uttered idly while waiting on a red light , observing how she took her shoes off. "Don't worry, it won't take long. Just tell me where to drop you off."

[pryatama aphrodite]

"I appreciate the offer of driving this fair maiden to her dark forest like a teenage male walking a girl to her door," she purred aloud, using the rarely presented hypnotic trance-like tone she was famous for. Many who are the recipients fail to detect the humor it provides. Both public and personal, give or take a few others...

"This road branches both left and right at the next light. Ignore them both, and continue traveling straight until Cervantee's where you'll vere left, and curve right twice. The gateway will be obscured by glamour, and I have obtained no knowledge of dragon bloods having the mind flexibility of peeling away such barriers..." Her tone suggested the subject would've gone further had she not trailed off in realization. Much to her dismay, she had failed to think before speech. He might show strife and hard to break confidence, but her is still fully capable of claiming offense like the mundanes. Perhaps more... She should file that in her mind's special compartment where it'll be held until it is conjured to her mind's forfront.

[Anadwen]

He nodded at her explanation. The light changed to green, giving them way, and the car moved swiftly forth again. "It's enough to note that we're near, and I'll stop." he assured her.

Many cars passed around the elegant form of Seiki's car, illuminated by the lights of the city. As they drove further into town, the traffic was getting denser and denser, though he was still patient, refusing to lose his cool. Another red lights, again at the front of the waiting cue of cars. Today they must have had a special kind of bad luck for those.

Green blinked above their heads once again, and he kept driving straight as she instructed him. All of a sudden, something came from the other side of the crossroads, where nothing should be moving, and at a speed that definitely wasn't allowed inside the city... A large black vehicle bolting towards them.

He noticed it in the last moment, stomping into the brakes, instinctively shifting aside to shield Amaria with his body in a hope that they could avoid impact. The car's wheels drifted forth, turning it somewhat aside, facing the oncoming car with the driver's side instead of the front or back.

And then it crashed. The other car drove into the black Lamborghini in full speed, smithing it like a hammer on an anvil, straight into the side. It pushed it forth, towards more cars in the way, a deep dent in the driver's door. The window shattered, myriads of glass shards collapsing in and out of the car, and all Seiki realised was the strength of the impact, which tossed him aside and around. The airbags opened, but it was a little too late, the car was already sent towards the other edge of the road in large turns. 

[pryatama aphrodite]

A nice car drive. Relaxation and continual life essence. Too much to ask of such a small city?

She took notice of the jackass hurtling towards their vehicle thirty seconds before the driver. It had black tinted windows which aided a bare minimum as she was quick to observe the opposing owner of the rouge van.

Since seatbelts brought forth unwanted discomfort to her thinly formed frame and small build, she hadn't yet applied the leather strap like Seiki did, She felt a mixture of both pride in him for abiding by law, and disappointment in his leisure reactions. As glass shards cascaded in a deadly rain, the car spun, it's occupants getting viciously jerked to the extent of major damage.

Noting the dent in the drivers side, she slid across the seat, and covered his body with hers, situating herself on his lap, dressriding up her thigh, only to find thickly skin fitting night black gear.

She gripped the wheel to steady it and the frontal wheels, dimming the damage a bit but, albeit, not enough.

She was super fast when she wanted. All that was seen was ablur of skin and glinting silver as she swiped the sensorizer from her breast buckles. Her hand pointed at the direct middle of the horrid dent, and with a simple click, she had put it to good use. A mark shined with a lasting gleam that could blind pure blooded mundanes. Not people of abnormality.

The car finally slammed uncerimoniously into the trunk of a thickwire fern. The branches replaces with plants adorned in malevolent spikes, and a leaf substitution of flattened, wired outlined cloth. The only exotic tree from her realm to be populated among earths primary surface.

She waited, keeping note to sheild her driver with her own body until the debris finally subsided. She hauled herself to sit on herseat once more.

Looking herself over, she spotted a deep gash the length of her calf on her leg, spilling crimson. Her left shoulder was peirced with a rather large shard of... metal?

[Anadwen]

Blood. The first sensation that he perceived was blood... Its warmth, the earthy taste. He didn't know where it comes from, and for a moment couldn't feel anything else.

Then the pain kicked in. It was sharp and throbbing, mainly in his arm and side, and his mind quickly connected it with the blood, flowing out of the corner of his mouth in a narrow stream, and seeping through his jacket and shirt on a few places. The window was smashed in, shards of glass scattered around in both big and small pieces. Amaria sled off him, and he finally got an opportunity to draw his breath in, though it still didn't feel right, something in his chest didn't allow him to breathe fully, and he was left gasping on his seat.

His vision was going blurry and sharp again in waves. An impact like his could have killed a human... Be grateful to be alive.

The wailing of sirens soon reached his ears. Someone must have called the ambulance, or police - or both. Flashing of red and blue lights soon drew near.

He pressed the door handle, pushing into the door with all his strength, until it opened. His arm painfully cracked while he pushed the door with his shoulder, turned into a position that wasn't quite natural, but eventually, the door was thrown open. A gust of wind blew into the car, and he collapsed back onto his seat. His heart was racing like a hummingbird, fiercely beating the air with its wings, and he knew that he'll eventually lose conscience in this state.

No warning, the world just went black.

[pryatama aphrodite]

All I can feel... Is nothing... Her eyes opened after a good three years... Wait, no. Three years in a busted car with a man at her side... The man of business. Then it clicked.

She struggled to sit up, arm limply placed in her lap. The elbow joint was popped and bleeding atop crusted crimson. Her wrist, when attempting a shift, cocked backward in a position she knew for a fact wasn't natural. The pain her body contained was blinding. And she knew there was no distant light at the end of an endless dark tunnel in the realm of mundanes. She was out of it.

Siren's assaulted her ears, blaring like banshees with no consideration to her surrender condition. She blinked rapidly for minutes at a time, the world stabilizing only to blur precisely moments after. It caused confusion she was foreign to. And she didn't like the side effects.

She turned her head, bearing the throb with a hiss through clenched teeth, using the arm in not perfect, but better condition to push herself off the seats backing. "Seiki," she croaked. Reached to take hold of his chin, and turning his face to hers. His eyes were open, what she thought was a plus, but the animation and collected nature within them was drained... To a dull green. This wasn't at all good. How the hell was she awake?

Shaking such a self centered observation from her minds forefront, she scooted closer to him with major pains spiking in her thigh, arm, and the left side of her ribcage. All of which were impaled with numerous prices of debris from the crash. What's worse, when she went to wipe sweat from her forehead, the back of her hand was not gleaming with such. Instead, a flash of more, fresher crimson. She reached up tentatively, and rubbed her skull until something that felt harder and glossier then skin halted her exploration. She scrambled for the spare mirror in her bag, lifted it, and regretted it instantly.

Her brain... And she felt it with every throb... Was pierced with what looked like jagged broken glass, but proved to be a piece of her toshiba's laptop screen. When and how... She looked away. And was still living. Breathing. Well, more of a rattle then a breath. While her driver was passed out. And she, for the first time, felt the pull of exhaustion. Funny, she had gotten a good nights... Sleep...

All that was heard when the professionals dived to retrieve them was her head hitting the cushioning fabric. And despite it all, she smiled. Melancholic. The last thought that crossed her mind before unconsciousness captured her, was a single word.

Anzio...

[Anadwen]

White lights.

Bright, so bright.

And so many voices.

More than he could count even if he wasn't still unconscious on the car seat. Yes, the police and ambulance did arrive, but what they found was just a completely wrecked car and two heavily bleeding people inside it. Someone opened the door wider, removing the seatbelt from Seiki's body, which sled into the man's arms almost right after, without any sign of control - just like a rag doll, a puppet, motionless, covering the hands of the medic with blood as he dragged him out.

Another couple of paramedics got Amaria out, immediately surrounding those two and transporting them to the ambulance. Someone put oxygen masks over their mouths, while other hands were trying to stop the bleeding. Another man got out of the car that crashed, obviously still conscious, and looking around himself in horror. Lucky. That vehicle had hardly a smashed front.

"...alive?"
"Quickly, grab this..."
"How did it even..."
"...are they?"

A mash of voices. They went silent after a moment, the door of the ambulance closed. He was sure that somewhere on the edge of his mind he still perceived it all, but even though his eyes were open, there was no life, no perception in them. They were blank, like a sheet of clean paper, just a pair of emerald green mirrors.

When he woke up again, he saw a couple of faces. Someone has taken most of his clothes off already, revealing several bleeding gashes in his side and right arm, which was twisted in a way that was nowhere near natural. He knew he was hurt, he felt even the misplaced ribs on his side, which were barring his breathing, but somehow, the pain was gone, although his vision was blurred, and he wasn't sure whether this is all reality, or just some twisted, sick dream. He slowly blinked a few times, trying to clear his mind. A few heads above him... Blue... Green... Distantly recognizing a voice told him he has been put onto anesthetics. Heck, he didn't even care, he passed out again pretty soon, anyway.

[pryatama aphrodite]

A grassy field. Stretching farther then she could see.

Hills softly ascended and descended over the lovely landscape, and she could spot the heaven's temple miles away from where she stood, the wards a bit closer to the eye. The opposite of idris. Incris. Where demons and bells descendians could roam while keeping angelic creatures out.

A shadow crept across the landscape. Dark and dangerous. Marring the peaceful tranquility of the scene. Rain droplets poured so suddenly and so rough, it strikes her skin with stinging, needle like precision. It took mere seconds to realize the droplets were not water... But crimson with pieces of glass in each drop.

It's seeped into her gear like water through a drainer. Slicing the skin beneath it harshly. Added blood welled above the black fabric, and when her lips parted for a scream, the blood rain barreled heavier onto her, until the air had been mostly invaded by the weathering.

She felt herself fall, and nearly after, the glint of a knife was seen before it impaled her thigh. More fell. One digging deep in her shoulder, another slicing a deep gash to her calf. And just when she thought the end had finally found her, one spun in the air, looking like it was thrown as it shot through the sky behind her, and pierced her skull.

She screamed

And jerked awake. Breathing hard while the dream's effects subsided. The memory lingering, though.

She looked around, spotting white on white on white on white. She squinted and covered her eyes with her hands. Creating a shade so better viewing could take place.

Ah...she was alone in a hospital room.

[Anadwen]

Like a ray of light through the darkness, so sharp and striking it awoke him, just for a moment...

A dozen of tubes, needles, stitches and who knows what, people turning around, frantically moving from one place to another, and only a few of them remained on their places. Someone cut his forearm open - even though he couldn't feel it, he could see it.

Another doctor noticed him opening his eyes, followed by turning to his colleague and silently telling him something. It was most likely an order to strengthen the amount of anesthetics put into him, as he lost even the remains of his conscience soon after.

The waking up, though, was more difficult. The effects of whatever was put into his veins during the operation was almost gone, at least he thought so, and his whole body was throbbing. When he tried to move, he found out that not only is he too weak to do that, but also that it would mean risking pulling a few needles, connected to tubes, out of himself. Or breaking them - of which both was something unwanted. And so he lay silent and motionless in the blinding white, in silence where only the repetitive sound of some bleeping device resonated through the room.

[Wicked Basket]

A nurse's head popped into Khainley's room before quickly vanishing as fast as it had appeared. A woman's voice, most likely the nurse's, could be heard informing someone that "She's awake. You can go in now."

Anzio stepped through the door with his usual attire and a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Khainley?"

[Anadwen]

A nurse's head popped into Khainley's room before quickly vanishing as fast as it had appeared. A woman's voice, most likely the nurse's, could be heard informing someone that "She's awake. You can go in now."

Anzio stepped through the door with his usual attire and a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Khainley?"

I'm sorry, but this is a closed thread.

[pryatama aphrodite]

((I think you should modify the thread, cause it doesn't mark it as closed. *throws hand up to protect face* DONT HURT MEH I WAS JUST SAYING!!!))

[Wicked Basket]

(OOC Starts a thread in Open Roleplay; thread is closed. :P A little indication that this was closed would have helped.)

[Anadwen]

there is a closed tag. threads that are not marked open with a tag in general tend to be closed. plus, this one is clearly tagged with Khainley's name on the bottom.

[pryatama aphrodite]

The hilt of her dagger protruded from it's sheath on her left hip. As she glazed at it, something flashed behind her eyes, and in her mind. The crash, Seiki limply laying on his seat bloody and torn up, her falling unconscious... And the dream... The dream of blood rain... Glass shards... And airborne weaponry.

She shivered, then groaned in pain as it intensified tenfold to her lower back. He tendons felt twisted yet shredded. Her eyes dropped to the almost completely soaked crimson stained bedding and scrub she wore. Wait... No, the doctors wore scrubs. She was adorned in a soft lime colored gown. Ashamed of herself for mucking it up.

A male doctor swiftly entered. His gaze locking with hers, as a smile crossed his face. He was, to be blunt, quite attractive. Dirty blond locks that flop on his forehead in a flyaway manner, with eyes, an intense shimmering violet. Spare upper lip, with a full lower lip, and high cheekbones looking quite flushed. He was very young to the naked eye of a mundane. Too bad she could sense a shinigami member at the drop of a hat.

Ah, and he was blushing too?

Maybe it was because she was staring at him. And when he turned his eyes to the ground, she knew she was correct. "Well, you seem better. You took quite a hit there, Amaria," he said gently, looking back at her with a grin.

Wait... Don't the docters refer to patients by their... Last names?

She paled. Oh shit...

"Fancy meeting you here on such a rough coincidence, right, she asked with sudden humor, "Alexander?"

His lips twisted to a faint smirk, and he rounded the bed to press buttons in what looked like a complicated code. "Yes, I do believe we have not yet conversed since the conflict," he said. His slender hands clamped around the stethoscope, and he placed it in his ears.

She knew what her end of the motion was. So she beared many pains to prop herself upright, back to the cold wall. He pressed it to her chest, replacing it numerous times as she observed silently before pulling away. Smiling. The little fucker.

"Ah. I needn't confirm an answer you already marked as true. Instead, why don't we nip this next topic in the bud. Where the hell is Seiki, and how is he?" She threw in a smirk of promising hurt should he refuse to divulge per human hospital rules.

"I do work here, Amaria," he stated firmly with a frown. "Closed connections in previous times never changes that. Besides," he started, voice softening, "he has company while you do not."

"That is not of your concern. For you can tell I am a woman who does not clam or for attention. However, I earn said attention." She winced as she took a deep breath. Something she did on a normal basis when irritated or frustrated. "If you cannot tell me how he is, then the least I ask of you, is to deliver this to him once conscious."

Amaria extended a fist, curled fingers turned up, before her palm opened to reveal a ring.

Alec raised an eyebrow in question. "Um... You want to get... Married?"

"No, my student. I have engraved shinigami marks on the band to ensure his healing will excellerate, more then it already has since he's of dragon blood. And the other marks are for assurance." She then pointed to every design in turn with explanation. Brief, but knowledgable. "This to enhance the inhuman barrier around him for safety precautions, this for a safe state of mind in times of struggle, this for strength in mental stamina, thus why it's connected to the one previously mentioned, and this for swiftness in any motions, either physical or mental, presented."

[pryatama aphrodite]

((Anaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! I have something important to divulge!!))

[Anadwen]

Seiki was slowly coming to his conscience. Only then he noticed a nurse in the corner, sitting, and reading... A newspaper?

She put the papers down when he noticed him flinching on the bed, and slowly stood up, quite stiff with age and most likely also exhaustion - it appeared as she had spent there a few hours already, and didn't look too cheerful. "Nah. Don't stand up, you'll mess something up." she noted with a dry voice, frowning a little. Seiki raised a brow, then his eyes glanced down at the needle in his left arm, and he nodded.

Before the nurse got a chance to return to her seat, however, the door was thrown open. Clattering of heels and clinking of jewelry entered the room even before the unusually dressed figure - her black, somewhat frilly skirt was standing up from her thin waist, covered by lace with a floral pattern, a large cross hanging on a chain from her neck, and she wore a short coat, with a pair of velvet gloves, standing a nice few inches higher on glossy, chunky heels.

Her dark hair flashed back like a curtain as she entered, immediately covering her mouth with her hands. "SEIKI!" she screamed.

The nurse gave her a very, very disapproving look, but Isako immediately hurried to the bed, squatting beside her brothers with concern on her face. "Oh my god. Seiki, what happened? Are you alright? I was so worried, actually I still am. How are you feeling? Does it hurt? When are you coming back home?" As it was usual for her, she released an avalanche of questions at him, without giving him even the slightest chance to answer before she ran out of breath. He just drew a breath in and stared at her in confusion.

"I'm... I'm, sorry, I shouldn't have ran out at you so fast. Seiki, I was so afraid about you. You look... Horrible." She stepped back a little, gripping his left hand, which was only wrapped over by a thin layer of gauze over his knuckles. He let out a sigh, but the old woman was faster, concerning explaining. "There was a big car crash. Mr. Adachi needed surgery, and most likely won't be able to communicate with you too soon fully. You should let him rest." she reminded her, but Seiki shook his head. "I'm... I'm fine. I'm too stuffed... With painkillers, anyway."

Isako cheered up at the sound of his voice, although it was quite weak. "Someone drove into my car. Isako... Where's Amaria? Go find her, please." her brother asked off her, and she nodded fiercely. "Mrs. Connara is in the room two doors over. Number 38." she explained, but Isako was already gone before she even finished talking.

[pryatama aphrodite]

"Ah!" Amaria yelled in pain as someone's scream echo heavily from the concrete walls. The words to form it incoherent due to wall blockage... It sounded far away. Yet close enough to rip her ears off, or so it felt. She covered her ears and grit her teeth. Dam her gender and it's soprano pitch!

Alexander opened his mouth to fix said situation, rushing to her side before someone burst through the door.

She was out of breath once she reached the CEO's side, clutching her sides, and a bit doubled over. A flourish of red hair fell to obscure the identity of it's owner, but the mystery was soon solved as she rolled back to the state of the pencil stance, only to throw her arms around Amaria. The limbs were more bone then muscle, so the pain wasn't to terribly bad.

As the brunette stifled a groan, the red head pulled away, tears running down her beautiful face. Her cobalt blue eyes vibrant yet dull at the same time. Her cheekbones high, and skin covering them flushed. A soft curvy nose and lips soft and parted as she began muttering.

"...And I'm so sorry, Amaria!" Her hands were shaking, her left palm enclosed on something silver.

"What's that?" Amaria peered at her hand with a stony, exhausted expression, but upheld an animated speech pattern, in hopes to calm her closest friend down. "Wait, you were in the car that crashed us," she said, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe.

Clarissa's tears continued to pour, and she slowly sat on the bed. Eyes no longer squinting, but wide with hurt and realization. "Yes. But I swear, I told him... T-To wait... It was a red light, I didn't know he had driven further!" She palmed her eye sockets. "Please believe me. I swear on The Demon." She then turned to Alec, surprisingly, with a look that might've set him aflame if she had possessed warlock blood, or origins. Amaria did, though... And she sensed the problem and whipped her head to look at the shinigami shifter with eyebrows shooting to her hairline.

"You were the driver of that car... Weren't you, Alec?" If possible, her face drained even more of color to the point of paper white. Not only had her kind betrayed her, but this member had acted as if everything was dandy between them. The funny thing was... She had never forgiven him before. So he was as good as gone to her anyway.

Clary sniffed, and looked back to her closest of freinds, and only family with eyes that were pleading. Yet, she remained silent... Instead, raising her hand, three fingers splayed as wide as they'll go.

That was quite a promise. And she had believed Clary since her first confession, and would continue as it was repeated in the following hours...

Someone by the door cleared their throat, and Amaria was the one to observe. Alexander nodded, a quick flash of his marks upon his shoulder before he disappeared from sight.

***

Alexander paced the hallway outside the door of Amaria's car crash accompaniment. Overall, he was worried the dragon blood would fall, leaving him to blame. He was the key medic in the shinigam dimension. And he hoped Amaria's plan worked.

A nurse exited the room, eliminating an occupant of the room, and opening a slot for him as he slicked silently in. The door shut with a promising click, and he turned to face the entirety of the hospital guest room. Nodding to the nurse upon seeing her expression of utter exhaustion. "Worry not, Marie. I'll take over."

Once she left, all that remained was himself, the patient, and his apparent visitor, which Alec payed little mind to. Instead, he rounded the bed, and adopted a look of indifference. Expression unyeilding. "Seike Adachi. Amaria has sent me to present gift with a message."

He placed the ring on Seiki's left leg softly before continuing with elaboration. "She gives you the gift of the fallen. A ring with marks of the shinigami carved in the band. Each assuring a different, yet loosely connected aspect." He briefed the explanation his instructor had given him, and upon finishing, launched the last part. "And for a close, she has told me to inform you that she will provide support in your company. It has become one of her favorites, and she is greatfull you took time to drive her, somewhat, home." The last part made his anger flair. His voice growing cold before returning to the calm, doctoring voice.

"Now. Docter Silian will be with you shortly." He turned a narrowed gaze to Seiki's visitor, frowning a bit. "And miss, do refrain from raising your voice. We have policies about that here." With that, he took his silent leave in a swirl of white and lemon green.