squeakers_13
(If you mean the 'I left yesterday and now theres five pages and two new storyline's going' I know what you mean. I'm dealing with a few of them right now. Oh, and for anyone who doesn't want to read the entire thing, I'll have a synopsis at the end.)
Robin dropped to her knees beside Rock. "Damn!" She wiped her eyes, there had been a promise mad a long time ago that she wouldn't cry. "Come on Rock. Pull through this, arg! I don't even know what it is!" Robin covered her face with her hands and bit her lip, her throat starting to tighten. Then, she broke it; uncovering her face and taking a huge gulp of air. "That's not going to help right now." She muttered to herself, letting her mind spin back to what had been said. "Ok, so he's cursed; to bad I can't do any traditional spell casting. And he'd been cursed for a bit, since he didn't want me to know, he must have know for a while, typical," her voice dropped, "He would try to act tough." Thinking again, she crossed her arms and scrunched her eyebrows together. "I guess the first thing to do would be try to get him better physically."
Standing up, Robin exhaled, and raised her arms. Once they were parallel to the ground over Rock, she started to whistle a slow joy-filled song. As the music flowed through the air, a warm breeze blew through the air. As she whistled, Robins hands seemed to be squeezing the air into balls. After a moment, the balls of air became slightly visible, bobbing in the air by her shoulders. "Alright. Lets get started."
Bending down, her song became both faster and slower, as the song seemed to develop a counter-melody between Robins whistle and a hum. The warm wind wrapped itself around Rock, trying to raise his temperature. "And now," Robin reached back over her shoulder to grab one of the many balls of air. "This will probably hurt." Robin had developed a technique that allowed her to control blood, if, made the person had a mild case of decompression sickness. "Ok, now just, breath it in.." As the bubbles of air entered Rocks body, Robin watched carefully. This was the part where things could go wrong. But looking carefully, he seemed fine. "Ah, I hate this part."
Robin placed her hands on Rock's chest and closed her eyes. Synchronizing her breathing with his, she let all of her feeling flow down into her hands. *Thump, thump, thump.* Robin exhaled, letting herself slip into him, feeling all of the air that she'd put into him pump around his system. "Ok, this will hurt. A lot. Sorry." She shoved.
Blood pulsed through Rock; bursting a few blood vestals in his extremities; thankfully nothing major, he'd have bruises, but nothing worse. Biting her lip, not realizing that she was biting her lip, Robin focused on Rocks heart. She forced his heart to beat, trying to match it to her own. After a few minutes of pumping his heart for him, Robin eased off, letting his body take over. His heart continued to beat at a regular steady rhythm. "Good, it worked. Hehehe, this will hurt also." She grimaced, "Aw man, you're going to be in so much pain when you wake up." She started to pull the extra air out of Rock's system; slowly, so that he wouldn't get serious decompression sickness.
Finishing, she sighed, and fell backwards. This worked, but boy did it ever take it out of her. Panting, she gave a feeble grin. She hoped that Rock woudl be alright, because she was going to pass out any secon~
(Ah, wow, that was long. Hehe, I guess I really like writing this stuff.)
(For anyone who doesn't want to read the entire thing, condensed version. Robin gets irked at herself for not being able to do much, but them decides to what she can anyways. She swirls hot air around him to warm him up, then forces into his blood and starts to manipulate it to forcefully pump his heart. His heart starts to beat regularly, and Robin faints from exhaustion. There, now proceed with the story.)
Robin dropped to her knees beside Rock. "Damn!" She wiped her eyes, there had been a promise mad a long time ago that she wouldn't cry. "Come on Rock. Pull through this, arg! I don't even know what it is!" Robin covered her face with her hands and bit her lip, her throat starting to tighten. Then, she broke it; uncovering her face and taking a huge gulp of air. "That's not going to help right now." She muttered to herself, letting her mind spin back to what had been said. "Ok, so he's cursed; to bad I can't do any traditional spell casting. And he'd been cursed for a bit, since he didn't want me to know, he must have know for a while, typical," her voice dropped, "He would try to act tough." Thinking again, she crossed her arms and scrunched her eyebrows together. "I guess the first thing to do would be try to get him better physically."
Standing up, Robin exhaled, and raised her arms. Once they were parallel to the ground over Rock, she started to whistle a slow joy-filled song. As the music flowed through the air, a warm breeze blew through the air. As she whistled, Robins hands seemed to be squeezing the air into balls. After a moment, the balls of air became slightly visible, bobbing in the air by her shoulders. "Alright. Lets get started."
Bending down, her song became both faster and slower, as the song seemed to develop a counter-melody between Robins whistle and a hum. The warm wind wrapped itself around Rock, trying to raise his temperature. "And now," Robin reached back over her shoulder to grab one of the many balls of air. "This will probably hurt." Robin had developed a technique that allowed her to control blood, if, made the person had a mild case of decompression sickness. "Ok, now just, breath it in.." As the bubbles of air entered Rocks body, Robin watched carefully. This was the part where things could go wrong. But looking carefully, he seemed fine. "Ah, I hate this part."
Robin placed her hands on Rock's chest and closed her eyes. Synchronizing her breathing with his, she let all of her feeling flow down into her hands. *Thump, thump, thump.* Robin exhaled, letting herself slip into him, feeling all of the air that she'd put into him pump around his system. "Ok, this will hurt. A lot. Sorry." She shoved.
Blood pulsed through Rock; bursting a few blood vestals in his extremities; thankfully nothing major, he'd have bruises, but nothing worse. Biting her lip, not realizing that she was biting her lip, Robin focused on Rocks heart. She forced his heart to beat, trying to match it to her own. After a few minutes of pumping his heart for him, Robin eased off, letting his body take over. His heart continued to beat at a regular steady rhythm. "Good, it worked. Hehehe, this will hurt also." She grimaced, "Aw man, you're going to be in so much pain when you wake up." She started to pull the extra air out of Rock's system; slowly, so that he wouldn't get serious decompression sickness.
Finishing, she sighed, and fell backwards. This worked, but boy did it ever take it out of her. Panting, she gave a feeble grin. She hoped that Rock woudl be alright, because she was going to pass out any secon~
(Ah, wow, that was long. Hehe, I guess I really like writing this stuff.)
(For anyone who doesn't want to read the entire thing, condensed version. Robin gets irked at herself for not being able to do much, but them decides to what she can anyways. She swirls hot air around him to warm him up, then forces into his blood and starts to manipulate it to forcefully pump his heart. His heart starts to beat regularly, and Robin faints from exhaustion. There, now proceed with the story.)
Rock's pendant shined a brilliant, yet not blinding light, as if it was kept inside an orb. It shattered into pieces that landed around Rock, slidly stuck in the ground, but still sticking out. Rock blinked a bit, his muscles tensed, then relaxed. He turned his head towards Robin, his left eye well hidden again.
"Guess.... I'll finish... the healing everyone's been... trying to do..." Rock said, with difficulty, but it was still very audible. Rock smiled. Te pendant pieces made lines, which formed a dome over Rock. Then, ruby flames ignited to every piece and filled the dome. After a minute passed, the flames crackling loudly. The lines broke and the flames died quickly. Rock sat up and shook his head. There was one burn mark or bruises or even a scratch on him. His face was back in it's normal color He stuck out left hand on the side, and brought his right one, under the hair hiding his scar. Anyone around could feel the energy vibrating in the air as it collected into Rock's hand. In Rock's hand, a energy ball formed, red lightning departing from it. The door leading outside swung open. The orb blasted off from Rock's hand reached the door smashed into the sky, making a magnificent firework shining ruby red, emerald green and celestial blue.
Rock got on his feet and lent his hand to Robin to help her get up.
"Thanks... Now lets see, what is your favorite flower?" Rock asked, with a foxy grin on his face
