Bracelets for the soul

Piami blushed as Galystris gave her non-spoken encouragement. She tried to do the stance that the instructor was talking about. This was not too bad. Piami tried to pay antention of what the instructions. All the while, she thought to herself.

"You can do this Piami. If Galy beleives in you, then you gotta."

Piami is unaware of the events taken place outside the con.

Galystris gave a smile to piami as she did her stance.
"Here, bend your knees just a little bit more." She whispered, gesturing to her own knees.
"It may hurt a little now, but it helps a lot in the long run."
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Alraada felt the forums rumble beneath her feet, and an immediant fear hit her.
"I-I'm sorry! I-I have to go...somewhere....thank you for everything!!" Alraada ran towards the source of where it was.
"Panel room one...no...." She mumbled as she muscled her way through the crowd.
She looked in all the rooms as she saw what was happening outside what her final destination.
The ruins left her absolutely shocked.
And vale...he...
"STOP!!!" She yelled.
She threw her hands to her side, and a teal mist formed around them. In front of everyone in the fight, an eight foot tall and four foot wide shield appeared, but only briefly before flickering away.
While this shield was up, she saw the colors of the auras of those around her. She stared at her hands briefly.
"JUST STOP, WHAT DOES THIS FUCKING ACCOMPLISH?!" She yelled to everyone in the vicinity.
Tears threatened to make it out of her eyes for the first time since she last thought about her aura.
Her stance was one of someone who was ready to jump in an fight.
She clenched her fists so tightly that she drew blood from the imprints from her fingernails.
She put on her glasses, dropped her bag, and left her restricting skirt in a pool at her feet.
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She didn't think of the apparent scars on her legs.
It was fucking showtime.
She ran towards nace and Amil at top speed, and rammed into Amil, who would hopefully ram into Nace, and push them both out of the way.
She turned to the fountain heading her way.
She ran in the direction she pushed nace and Amil but she couldn't make it.
It hit her.
Alraada let out a choked cry as the debris crushed her, and she could have easily broken a bone or two.
Despite a growing feeling of hopelessness, she still attempted to claw her way out from the stone, but she felt a sharp pain in her right arm.
It was stuck under a large chunk of stone.
She tried to move it, but the pain persisted.
Tears fell down her face, yet she persisted to try and get out.
Her head became light, and she realized where another stone had hit her.
Her vision, despite her glasses being there became fuzzy.
She knew she most likely had a broken arm, a concussion, and God knows what else.

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"Al...Alraada..." Vale started to move towards her.


One of the cement chunks barely hit his chin on the left side of his face, forcing his head to fling back from the impact. Red could be seen forming beneath the green. The next pieces that came his way he stopped with ease, his head snapping back into place as he glowered at Amil between the floating pieces. His hand was still outstretched and he closed it slowly into a fist, the cement chunks crumpling with a horrendous noise before being reduced to rubble and trickling to the ground. "That should have been you." 

The ground close to Amil was full on shaking at this point, seeming to move in relation to Vale's trembling fist. 

"I'll bury you alive."

    "World of Warcraft eh? Can't say I've played it, but I've played Starcraft before, is it anything like that?" he chuckled. "I'm up for some freakshow watching though, one of my favorite pastti--"

    A sudden jolt of the earth caused a huge stir within the convention center and cut the scientist off mid-sentence, Cyrus looking around warily as voices raised across the exhibition hall in panic and confusion. He'd lost his footing, holding onto Alti's shoulder to steady himself amidst the sudden trembling of the floor beneath them. "W-What the fuck was that!? An earthquake?"


    "H-Hey wait, it's dangerous! You should stay put until we figure out what the fuck's going on!" he shouted after her, frowning and stumbling a couple steps on his sore ankle as she disappeared into the congested crowd. "Motherfucker," he grumbled and took Alti's hand. "We should follow her, I dunno if there was an earthquake or a nearby explosion or what but it's dangerous to let her wander by herself," he mumbled reluctantly. Walking at a steady but hindered pace he made his way through the hoards of people that were congregating in the area, shoving a couple stationary cosplayers out of the way with a sharp grunt of 'Fucking move!' As she disappeared down the end of the panel hallway, he followed the flow of traffic as best as he could, shouting "Hey Lettuce! Wait!" But another even louder crash that sounded like hundreds of pounds of shattered glass and stone sent a wave of shrieks and panicking down the hallway.

    "What the FUCK!?" he shouted, flinching and squeezing Alti's hand tightly, fearfully, as what almost sounded like an act of terrorism rang out from the main hallway. Dust billowed through the hall, the two still pushing against the crowd as they all ran to take refuge in the exhibition hall. As they arrived at the main entrance, Cyrus's expression morphed from one of fear and confusion to one of ghastly horror, a small purple figure trapped under the large stone structure that was apparently sent through all the front entrance's windows.

    "ALRAADA!" he yelled, pupils dilating as he realized just what that crash was. The glass. The stone structure. All leading up to another contestant, no, one of the few he atually had grown to give any sort of care about, to be pinned under the rubble. "GODDAMN IT!" he shouted, running a couple of steps and stumbling once more, reaching down and breaking the heels off in frustration. Fuck fuck fuck, Cyrus rushed over now unhindered to the mess of rubble, his phone already in his hand, a mixture of relief and stress brewing in his chest when he saw her still awake, if only barely. Oh thank fuck, he panted heavily, his fingers already tapping in '911' as he knelt opposite of Aberdeen and Maicy. "Hey kiddo hey, stay with me now alright? He-Hello? We've got a situation down at the Jawitt's Convention Center, there's one person who's been severely injured. ... Yes she's still conscious but barely -- I'm not too sure, a large stone structure was hurtled through the glass and pinned a congoer -- No I'm not sure who else might be injured. ... Yeah you can reach me at this number."

    He could feel his panic mounting as he continued to place the 911 call, not even paying attention to the chaos outside the hole in the glass until after he hung up. But despite it being yet another fight gone physical between the members, he didn't care. He didn't care which idiot started it, what it was about, or why it escalated so quickly. It didn't fucking matter. "H-Hey kid, stick with it alright? Some help's gonna be coming." He stared in terror at the heavy debris pinning her down, the anxiety growing exponentially as he realized just how bad that injury could be, and the idea that it could be acting as a tourniquet for a fatal major injury made his blood run cold.

Nace had hit the ground hard, taking a few to recuperate from his fall. He coughed hard, his vision blurry as his eyes focused on the scene. He saw his partner goes towards his ex-partner. And he saw one of Vale's arms go slack. Amil's arm started to turn towards his own chest.

Nace's ring was twisted in the blink of an eye. He crawled more than ran, but was close enough that he managed to reach at the last second.

Vale dropped to the floor.

"You're not taking another one!" Nace screamed, on his hands and knees. "You've taken enough from me, not him too!"

He was on his feet, barely, as he shuffled the rest of the way over to the two of them. But he didn't turn to Vale. Instead he went up to his soulmate and slapped him across the face. "Snap out of it, ya fucking moron!" He grabbed Amil behind the neck and pulled him close, kissing him hard.

Alraada heard all the people calling 911 for her, and telling her to keep with it.
In her stupor, she felt happy.
She was in extreme pain: in fact, it was all she could feel. But she smiled nonetheless.
"Thank....you...." She choked out.
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Tyreithillis and Elenara were alerted of the situation and ran onto the scene as fast as they could
Tyreithillis stood firmly in her place and created a wall of fire around each person to stop the fighting.
"ENOUGH!"
She yelled, her voice carrying an incredibly intimidating air.
"THIS BEHAVIOR IS UNNACCEPTABLE. YOU WOULD BE LUCKY TO LEAVE WITHOUT AN ARREST."
Elenara spoke up, her voice quiet, but carrying the same amount of intimidation as her lover's.
"If any of you would like to accompany Miss Synomi to the hospital, feel free. If she makes it back to the hotel, I will speak with all of you. If she does not make it back, you will all most likely be sent home...after I perform a final test in your aura."
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The ambulance arrived and hauled Alraada out to the hospital, and elenara drove anyone who wanted to see her right behind it, while Tyreithillis drove the rest back to the hotel.
After a while of waiting, a somewhat familiar nurse with long orange hair that was shaved on the right side of her head exited alraada's room.
"Visiting hours are open." She said with a smile.
She opened the door up for anyone who wanted to see Alraada.
Meanwhile, Tyreithillis dropped the remaining people off at the hotel to do as they pleased, as long as they did not leave the hotel.
If they did, their bracelet would shock them.
the scientists' patience is wearing incredibly thin. Causing further conflict is not recommended

    Cyrus without hesitation hopped in the car bound for the hospital, gaze trained on the ambulance in front of them. He couldn't sit still on the ride over, constantly shifting his weight and bouncing his leg on the ride over. His hand once again had a vice grip on Alti's, shaking a little bit as his brain formulated worst case scenario after worst case scenario. He knew it wasn't the smart thing to do, working himself up like that over unknowns but he couldn't help it.

    Those irrational thoughts intensified as the all too familiar hospital smell hit his nose, the sickening mix of antiseptic, saline, and floor wax. The way that the fluorescent lights washed everything in a nasty green hue, and the linoleum flooring that every hospital in the world seemed to have, god did he hate all of it. The scientist's trembling body language betrayed his expressionless facade as he silently sat in the waiting room, trying his best to tune out as much of the surroundings as he could. As soon as the nurse beckoned them to the room, he shot up to his feet, close behind Aberdeen as they began filing in. Cyrus immediately grimaced at the sight of her in the bed, Aberdeen quickly taking the seat next to her. Hell if he ever wanted to sit next to another bedside ever again. Christ I hate hospitals.

    "God fffuck hospitals am I right? You gotta hurry up and recuperate so you can get the fuck out of this miserable place, yeah?" he finally blurted out with a forced chuckle, trying to smile a little bit down at her. "How are you feeling, kid?"