Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 & Michi)
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				Title: <strong>Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 03:24:55</strong>
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				Yabrindor, a small and rather unnoticeable planet. It was home to approximately, and pathetically, only 100,000 inhabitants of it's main life form. It was full of other, smaller species that made up the food population as well as pets. Mainly an Agriculture planet with no real, trade-able, resources. A Terrestrial planet that could support most life forms with a standard gravity. Everything about it was fairly standard and average. Thirty-one standard hours in a day and three-hundred-seventy-five days in a local year. It wasn't more than a blimp on most universal maps. Even the people on it were generally over looked for their inability to adapt to new environments and skills.<br><br>A Yabrindin was born into one of five classes. Sea fair, Terra form, hunter, warrior, or healer. It had nothing to do with breeding since two sea fairing Yabrindins could produce a hunter off spring. Likewise, two hunters could produce a healer for an offspring. No one had ever bothered to figure out why they were born like this, it simply was the way it was. There were very few in their history that had ever complained or tried to go against their birth class. Generally, if one was born into it, they loved it. It was a part of who they were. One's class was noticed upon birth due to the color of their skin and hair. Sea fair tended to be born with an almost corpse like blue tone to their skin and sea green tints to their dark hair. Warriors, the rarest class, were born with flame red skin and coal black hair. Hunters were, for lack of a better term, greenish with tree bark colored hair. Terra forms were muddy colored from hair to toes. Each one was perfectly suited for their given environment and could do their jobs from the moment they could walk. But all were complete messes when they attempted to do a job outside their class. This left them useless to most creatures outside their home planet since they couldn't even be slaves. Instead they were left to do what they did best. Live.<br><br>Melania was like most Yabrindor girls her age, though a bit on the short side for height. She was also a Healer. While not the rarest class, it was likely the second rarest and that made her special. She was the only healer in her sea side village, and that made her important. While most could mend small things like cuts and scrapes, it was her they went to when they were ill or in need of bone mending or deep injuries. Mel, as she was called by friends, wasn't sure why or how she knew what to do with an injury, but there had yet to be one that baffled her. Like many healers, she simply knew what to do when she saw an injury or once she figured out an illnesses symptoms.<br><br>It was surprising that a Healer was meant to make people healthy, yet they all appeared so fragile. Like all healers, she was born with no pigment in her hair and that left it a bright, white color. Currently it hung limp and soft around her shoulders. Her pale skin was very susceptible to burning if out in the sun for too long, so she covered in a long-sleeved, black dress that went down to her bare feet. Over her head and hair, she had a large sun hat to keep the beams off her face. As 'sweet' as she appeared, Melania was fairly opinionated and enjoyed spending time with her family and friends. She wasn't quiet, unless feeling shy, and she wasn't one to be pushed around. Mostly because of another ability of the healers. Charmspeak. It allowed them to calm scared or panicking patients, but it also affected people when not inured. This made them, at times, more dangerous than the warriors or hunters.<br><br>Carrying a small basket, Mel was deep in the forest that neighbored their sea village. It was a good village with many of the resources people needed. The sea to one side and the forest to the other. They lacked nothing. Mel was out looking for some herbs for a medicine she needed today. She was shocked by what she found in the area where this plant was supposed to be. Instead of the small clearing she was used to seeing, Melania came across a large hole. A crater. One that had never been there before. The trees were all broken down and down in the center of the hole was some kind of...pod? Mel didn't know what it was, but it looked metal. Worse yet was that she could see a body laying half way out of the pod thing. <br><br>"Oh Ipthar!" she dropped her basket and started to slide her way down the crater. Luckily, it wasn't too deep nor were the sides too steep. When she got down to him, she could easily see he wasn't a Yabrindin. But she could also see he was injured. Badly. Mel couldn't imagine what must have happened to him, but she did know that whatever it was had left him with four cracked ribs, a mildly fractured left wrist, several strained muscles, and a rather bad concussion. He was, physically, bigger than her, but she knew she couldn't leave him here. Who knows how long he'd been out here already and she was sure wild animals would get him soon enough. It would take too long to go back and find people to help her, so she started dragging him up the side of the crater, knowing it would likely further some of his injuries but having no other choice.<br><br>Dragging him up that crater was probably the most physical labor she'd done in her whole life. By the time she got him out, it was already getting dark and she was laying on the ground panting and covered in sweat, "This...is not...my job..." she panted out before pulling out a canteen of water from the basket she'd tossed aside earlier. Melania had to get moving again. If she sat too long her body would refuse to move, so she had to force it to keep going. Taking the handle of her basket in her teeth, she dragged his limp arms over her shoulders and started dragging him back towards the village.<br><br>It was well past night fall by the time she dragged his and her feet through the sand outside her hut door. Mel nudged the door in with her foot and dropped her basket to the floor as she hauled him back to the small, medical room, "You're heavy," she grunted as she slumped his body over the patient bed. Melania had been complaining to him the whole way, even with the basket in her mouth. As tired as she was, she went about cleaning him up a little and getting him situated on the bed before hooking up an IV fluid bag to his uninjured arm. That would hold him over till morning. <br><br>With that taken care of, she was too tired to care about what he was or where he'd come from. Mel just dragged herself to her bedroom and passed out for what was left of the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dray</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 02:05:45</strong>
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				Everything was dark and blurred.&nbsp; The pain was gone as now everything was just numb.&nbsp; The Saiyan could feel the ground beneath him where he lay as his fingers dug into the dirt.&nbsp; He had crawled as far as he could from where his pod crashed and spent the last bit of his strength and energy.&nbsp; The alien warrior had no clue what planet he was on, he was a bit confused at the moment.&nbsp; Never had he felt so helpless before, so weakened and beaten.&nbsp; If he had the energy he would be gasping out and groaning in pain.&nbsp; So this was it...his end.<br><br>So the Saiyan warrior's entire life of enslavement to that tyrant known as Frieza lead to this...a backstabbing betrayal in the end.&nbsp; After he went on mission after mission to capture planets for him so he could sell and make his profit and spread and establish his rule across the universe.&nbsp; After doing all of his dirty work, giving sweat and blood, everything...he had his men ambush his squad.&nbsp; They were all dead, all of them!&nbsp; Takashi was the only one who managed to get away after defeating one of Frieza's dogs.&nbsp; He managed to escape into his pod as the other Saiyans that were with him all met their fate.&nbsp; They had fought their best but in the end none of them for any match for some of Frieza's elite.<br><br>Why him?&nbsp; Why his team?&nbsp; Why now?&nbsp; What had he done in order to deserve such a punishment?&nbsp; His team had never even failed Frieza and they followed every order even if they despised it.&nbsp; No one was stupid enough to challenge the tyrant...he was far too powerful and kept powerful lackeys by his side at all times.&nbsp; So why had all of his friends been slaughtered and why after trying to escape from the current planet he had been assigned to conquer, Frieza's men continued to chase after him as if it were crucial for him to be nonexistent?&nbsp; They shot him down and he barely managed to aim the co-ordinance at the nearest planet to crash land on.<br><br>It all happened so fast.&nbsp; He barely remembered crawling out of the rubble of the pod and struggling to try and crawl out of the crater to find help.&nbsp; All he knew was that his computer managed to lock on to the nearest planet that was capable of baring a life-form under similar living conditions as his own.&nbsp; That all lead him to the point of where he was now, sprawled out on the ground and slipping in and out of consciousness.&nbsp; Not even he knew how long he had been there, if he had to guess it was probably half a day or so.&nbsp; Distinctively he thought he felt someone over him, grabbing him and taking him away and out of the crater and there was a soft tone that flowed over him...perhaps it was some sort of dream.<br><br>Eyes shooting open with a sudden gasp, Takashi sat up quickly from when he lay.&nbsp; A bad move as he grunted in pain and winced, his entire body was throbbing and twitching in dull, uncomfortable pain from his broken bones, bruised skin, and the small cuts he received from the fight and crash that he barely escaped with his life still intact.&nbsp; He felt chilled, waking up in a cold sweat as his black, spiky, shaggy hair hung down around his face a bit.&nbsp; Panting ever so slightly, the Saiyan looked down at his body and armor and grimaced.&nbsp; His black armor was shattered and tattered, barely clinging to his body.&nbsp; It was clear that it was easy for whoever did the patch job...they did not have to remove any clothing since most of it had been blasted off where his major wounds had occurred.<br><br>It raised the question, where was he and who brought him here and patched him up?&nbsp; Grabbing at the IV, he ripped it out of his arm and grunted as he moved to try and get up from where he sat.&nbsp; "Damn it...my body is fried.&nbsp; Curse you Frieza!"&nbsp; Groaning out, he tried to stand up, his legs felt weak like jello.&nbsp; He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment and just tried to gather himself for a moment.&nbsp; His head hurt, his side hurt, his wrist hurt and his entire body ached.&nbsp; Takashi realized that he was in no shape to be moving about, he was barely in any shape to still be living.&nbsp; There was no time for rest now though, for all he knew his entire race could be in trouble.&nbsp; What if Frieza was sending out his troops to completely eradicate all Saiyans?&nbsp; What would become of Planet Vegeta?<br><br>Straining himself once again and grunting, he pushed his already burnt out muscles to the limit as he stood up.&nbsp; It was like his body was not responding to him.&nbsp; He got up though and started to stumble around a bit, what was this...someone's living quarters?&nbsp; It was dark, Takashi did not know where he was going but he found himself barging outside into the night air and looking up into the dark sky that was lit by the stars.&nbsp; Falling to his knees to coughed as he fell on all fours, though his arm with the hurt wrist gave away right away and he found himself down on an elbow, panting slightly.&nbsp; "Where am I?"&nbsp; He groaned out as he looked around and glanced back at the hut he came from.<br><br>Pushing off the ground as he tried to get up again, he stumbled back and found himself falling on his bottom with a thud.&nbsp; "Blast it...this body is useless!&nbsp; All those years of training...these muscles...what the hell are they for if I cannot even get back up and keep moving forward?!&nbsp; Pathetic!"&nbsp; He punched the ground hard with his good hand as he let out a cry of agony, his knuckles breaking the surface just barely.&nbsp; He was useless and weak...even if he did manage to get off this planet and back to Planet Vegeta, what could he do?&nbsp; Falling flat on his back, the Saiyan's full chest swelled up and down as he breathed heavily.&nbsp; His dark brown eyes idly up at the stars as he let his body slump into a rest and he felt the weight of fatigue on his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 18:10:22</strong>
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				Melania would have been perfectly happy to patch him up further in the morning and just sleep for the rest of the night. But apparently that wasn't going to happen. Not used to having people wandering around her house at night, it easily woke her up when he started stumbling about to get outside. She sat up from her bed and looked around droopy eyed before sliding out of the blankets and grabbing her cover sheet to use as a shawl.<br><br>Mel walked softly towards the patient room and saw the IV on the floor leaking and the man she'd dragged back here missing. Surely he hadn't got up and walked out. His injuries were rather severe and Mel couldn't imagine anyone being able to move around with them so soon. She hadn't even set his wrist or bound his chest yet. Though there was no other explanation for why he wasn't here. No one would have come in here and taken him, so the only thing she could think of was that he was wandering around somewhere with his injuries. Well, Melania certainly couldn't let that happen. He was going to hurt himself more.<br><br>It didn't take her long to find the front door open and she peeked out to see him laying in the sand. Shaking her head, she headed out to get him, "You have a broken wrist, at least three cracked ribs, and probably a sprained ankle and you're sitting out here playing in the sand. Are you trying to get an infection or break anything else?" she might have been small, but she wasn't scared of someone so injured they could barely walked, "And who knows what sort of internal damage you have or if you already have an infection. If you sit out here all night the sand crabs are going to start picking at you and if they don't kill you, you'll get a cold and likely die of that."<br><br>Sighing, she walked over the cold sand, shivering a little as she got closer to him, "I carried you once, do I need to do it again?" she asked as she pulled the sheet off her shoulders and draped it over him, "We need to get you inside, clean the sand off, and put that IV back in. I don't have many antibiotics this time of the year," she only went to the main city twice a year and she was still a month away from her next visit, "I'd rather not let the little bit I have go to waste because you pull it out and let it leak all over the floor," Mel wasn't interested in trying to use her Charmspeak when she was this tired and hoped that his pain would be enough to lure him back inside, "Do I need to help you up and back inside?"<br><br>Even in the darkness, she could tell he was different from other men. He was too tanned to be a Healer, but his skin tone was not one she'd seen before. It wasn't blue tinted, red, green, or muddy. While his hair did have the coal color that the Warriors did, it was still unlike any she'd seen before. Melania wasn't quite sure what he was, but he appeared enough like her own people in physical form to be medically treated like one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dray</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 19:24:31</strong>
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				The Saiyan's ears twitched as he herd someone approaching and he was somewhat startled and caught off guard by the soft, feminine voice that washed over him as the source behind it existed the hut to find him laying there in the sand.&nbsp; So it was a female inhabitant of the planet who found him, brought him in and patched him up.&nbsp; Better than being bound and thrown into some prison or killed off he supposed.&nbsp; His eyes locked onto her womanly figure.&nbsp; She had a body similar to that of a female Saiyan, though her figure held a more of a curvaceous outline as she was more petite and lacked the appearance of a muscular brawler.&nbsp; She also had incredibly light tones and her hair was bleach white...not like the Saiyan's at all whose skin tone was somewhat tan and they all had very dark brown to black hair as long as they were pure blooded.<br><br>What Takashi did not really care for was this woman's words and tone...it being ever so sarcastic.&nbsp; Who did she think she was?&nbsp; It was like listening to one of those knowing medical assistants Frieza had and their advice about what they should and should not do when it came to injuries and physical limitations.&nbsp; As if he needed a motherly figure to take care of him.&nbsp; Though he had to admit, he was in bad shape and he never felt so weak or vulnerable before.&nbsp; Too bad it seemed like this civilization was not all that advanced.&nbsp; If he had been on Planet Vegeta they would have him sitting in a healing tank and he would be good in go in a few hours...technology courteous of the Tuffles in which they took the planet from of course.<br><br>Grabbing the blanket, he threw it off with a grunt as he sat up...too quickly once again and winced and gasped with the sharp pain that ran through his body.&nbsp; "I don't need your help getting inside...if I can't even get up and walk myself then I deserve to lay out here and rot."&nbsp; He grumbled angrily, frustrated with his body's limitations.&nbsp; Yet he would refuse to let her be his crutch.&nbsp; He would go back inside as she said, it was clear he was not going anywhere anyways...his space pod was probably in ruins and he was in no condition to travel.&nbsp; Takashi did not like his options, but if this woman was going to help him with his wounds then he really had no place better to go.&nbsp; He needed to treat these and get out of here as soon as possible and he could not tend to himself...he lacked the medical knowledge.<br><br>The warrior forced himself up on his feet once again, holding himself together with nothing more than his willful pride.&nbsp; Stumbling a bit, his balance was still off and he could not figure why.&nbsp; Sure his legs were sore and his ankle was burning, causing him to limp a bit, but for some reason everything just seemed to be thrown off.&nbsp; Maybe the hit he took to the head was more powerful than he originally though.&nbsp; Quivering slightly and shuddering in the cool night air as it flowed over his body, Takashi pushed himself to his full height as he stood up straight and glanced down at the petite female and limped inside slowly.<br><br>Heading for the bed, he sort of fell onto it rather than just sat himself down.&nbsp; Stubbornly, he pulled himself upright as he sat on the edge of the bed.&nbsp; "Alright hurry up woman...do whatever it is you need to do."&nbsp; Takashi said rather rudely as he reached down for the IV and snatched it up off the ground.&nbsp; Wielding it like a knife he drove it back into his arm with a grunt of discomfort.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 20:35:07</strong>
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				Many Healers were considered 'motherly'. That was their job. To take care of people. All of them were generally good natured people and sometimes their tone of voice was seen as parenting. Since most Healers rarely married or had children, they tended to baby everyone in the village they lived in. While there were no Warrior types in this village, she had met a few and they didn't take to well to the Healer's kind nature. They found it 'childish' or 'weak'. Still, all of them knew they had to put up with it if they wanted their injuries treated. Even though this guy seemed to be very warrior like, he was at least submitting to that as well. He seemed to understand that he was hurt and needed help.<br><br>Melania watched him grunt and groan in pain as he climbed to his feet slowly. Going on about how if he couldn't do it on his own then he deserved to rot. Mel wouldn't let that happen, but she wasn't going to kick his ego till he absolutely needed it kicked. Though she was mildly surprised that he was able to haul himself all the way back to the patient room. He was obviously used to being put through a lot of physical strain.<br><br>She shook her head as he climbed onto the bed and then gasped as he jammed the IV back into his arm, "Are you trying to kill yourself? You're going to collapse a vein doing that," she snapped and walked over quickly after flicking on a light, "No wonder you're in such bad shape if you're going to treat your body that way," Mel grabbed his arm, her small hand barely able to reach around his muscled forearm, and carefully pulled the IV back out, "My gods, how did you even get that in there? The needle isn't even attached. You're going to kill yourself doing stuff like that. This was laying on the floor," she held the IV up to his face, "Do you know how unsanitary that is? With all your injuries, I wouldn't be tempting fate with infections," Mel was tired and starting to get a little grumpy. The few times she'd gone to the main city and had to help out with the Warriors, they had all been rather childish and thought they knew best. Somehow, he was reminding her of that and she wasn't willing to put up with it after dragging him all the way back here, "Now. Lay down," she said very sternly before going over to a desk and fishing out a clean IV end, needle, and sanitary wipe. While they were the most technologically advanced, they did have the basics for medical needs. <br><br>"Hold still..." she muttered as she wiped the bend of his elbow off and gently put the IV back into his arm the proper way, "That should hold you over till morning. Should take care of anything you might have caught laying in that crater," Mel pulled open a drawer from under the bed and held a pill out to him, "Multi-vitamin. Swallow it whole. Try to get some sleep; I'll set your wrist and ribs in the morning. Don't try walking around again. Understand?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dray</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 21:17:42</strong>
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				Takashi's eyes flickered as she turned on the light, he tried to give her a stern glare but ultimately just glanced and looked away, avoiding her eyes.&nbsp; She was scolding him like a child.&nbsp; It was his body after all, he could do as he pleased.&nbsp; A silly infection or cold could not stop him...he was a Saiyan after all.&nbsp; The only glory in dying came from battle.&nbsp; Sure that had been stories of diseases so strong that others had actually died from them, it even happened to a few Saiyans which was seen as shameful...either you died of old age or you died in battle, that was the only way to live and die.&nbsp; They were warriors after all and he would not allow himself to believe that something as silly as some dirt in his body or wounds would be the cause of his death.&nbsp; These healers were always so dramatic and paranoid it seemed...probably because they were weak.<br><br>The warrior grunted as she grabbed his arm and pulled the IV back out.&nbsp; As she showed it to him and said how it had been on the ground he just scoffed and jerked his arm away from her.&nbsp; Avoiding her gaze with his eyes, Takashi just laid back down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling of her hut.&nbsp; He did not like taking orders, but he knew how tired he was and his body needed the rest.&nbsp; Plus he had learned from the past that the fastest way to get better was to listen to the healer's advice...to an extent anyways, at some points they just got too annoying beyond reason.<br><br>"Don't treat me like a child...I am a man, a warrior...I can handle myself.&nbsp; Just get me better and back on my feet and I will be out of here."&nbsp; He grumbled softly in his deep voice as she slipped the new IV back into his arm from where he lay.&nbsp; Listening to her instructions and looking at the pill, he snatched it from her hand with looked at it in his palm with a grimace.&nbsp; He hated when he was forced to take things like this...in general he hated everything, having to be stuck in a bed, hooked up to some fluids, and becoming just totally useless.&nbsp; He only simply gave her a half of nod to somewhat agree to what she was saying about not getting out of bed and waiting until morning.&nbsp; Takashi had not planned on it, he was too fatigued now anyways and it was hard to just lift his arms, still he did not like following her commands.<br><br>"Get me some water woman, my throat is dry."&nbsp; He could barely swallow alone while talking, there was no way he was going to get this pill down without some water.&nbsp; Once again he was holding a rather rude and demanding tone...but if she did not want to get him the water then he would get it himself...if he found the strength to move and stand again.&nbsp; Maybe it would be easier to just not take the pill at all then.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 21:59:15</strong>
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				Melania could only take so much from a stubborn patient, just as he could only take so much from a Healer, "First off, I'm not treating you like a child. I'm treating you like someone who has been injured and is need of medical assistance. I am treating you no differently than I would any other patient," she then pointed at his face, "Secondly, don't take that tone of voice with me or I will start treating you like a child. And, lastly, my name is not 'woman'. It's Melania. You can either call me that or Mel. Treating me like a child or a servant will not get you anywhere. Nor will rudeness. If you need something, just ask. There's no reason to be ordering people around. I don't know how long it is going to take your injuries to heal because I'm not even sure <em>what</em> you are, so you might as well get comfortable," she'd certainly never met anyone with a tail before.<br><br>Straightening up, she shook some of the sand out of her dress, "I'll be right back with some water and some blankets for you."<br><br>Sighing with slight annoyance, she headed out of the room and towards the kitchen. He'd admitted to being a warrior, and thus his demeanor was not all that shocking to her. He was as stubborn and pigheaded as the warriors of her own species. Because of that, she hoped he would heal quickly and leave. Whether to the main city or to wherever he'd come from, so long as he left. Melania poured him a glass of water from the pitcher and grabbed a few blankets from the closet before heading back into the patient room, "Here," she handed him the glass and put the blankets next to him on the bed, "If you absolutely have to move..." she pointed to a door, "That's the bathroom. Don't pull the IV out. Just take the pole with you," she pointed to the IV pole.<br><br>"Now, unless you need something else...I'm going back to bed. Carrying you here from that crater was tiring and you're not very light," she stood waiting to see if he would make any more snappy comments or if he would just do as she said and go to sleep. Mel didn't even think to ask for his name. She was tired and too tired to even make food despite the grumbling in her stomach from time to time. It could wait till morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dray</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 03:14:59</strong>
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				Takashi scoffed once again and just looked away from her.&nbsp; If he could he would have turned his back, given her the shoulder and crossed his arms.&nbsp; This nurse or whatever the hell she was sure did have quite the attitude in his eyes.&nbsp; She was a bit haughty, ready to bite back rather than just simply submit to whatever he said.&nbsp; In a way it reminded him of the feisty personalities of the female Saiyans...but that's because they were warriors as well and this woman here definitely was not and yet she still held her held high and did not give an inch to him or even show fear.&nbsp; Woman...he would never completely understand them, they could be so foolish especially those of other races.&nbsp; He did not ask for her name, but at least he was getting some water.<br><br>Staring blankly at the ceiling once again while he awaited, he could not help but let his mind wander about through everything that had happened.&nbsp; The fight, losing his team, getting shot down, crash landing here, and now being taken care of by some native woman.&nbsp; He was pulled back from his thoughts as she came back and set the blankets down.&nbsp; Takashi grabbed the glass of water, quickly popped the pill into his mouth and gulped down the refreshing liquid as fast as he could with a gasp and a satisfying sigh as his parched throat was quenched.&nbsp; Glancing at where she directed the bathroom was at, he simply nodded as he set the glass down and snatched up a blanket.&nbsp; <br><br>"Fine..."&nbsp; He grumbled, "I don't need you to tuck me in, just go to bed."&nbsp; She had done enough, now he just wanted to be left alone so he could get some rest.&nbsp; One thing surprised him though...she was the one that dragged him out and brought him here.&nbsp; Sure sure did go out of her way and really did all she could to save him.&nbsp; It was rather impressive, she sure did not look like much...like she had the strength to do such a thing in the first place.&nbsp; What was even more mind boggling was why she went through all the trouble in the first place to save someone she did not even know?<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 03:52:25</strong>
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				Being a Healer, Mel had to deal with many types of people and personalities. Many were stubborn and rude towards Healers because getting hurt sometimes meant weakness. It was her job to deal with these people and not let it get to her. If you let one get to you, then they all will. At least he seemed willing to rest. That was more than some were willing to do at first. Sometimes it took a near death stunt during recovery for them to understand that they needed to rest like she told them to, "I wasn't planning on tucking you in. You're a big boy, you can do it yourself," she said with a smirk before turning to leave, "I'll bring you breakfast in the morning. The nights get cold here, so I'll turn the heat up some. Good night."<br><br>Mel flicked off the light in the patient room before heading off. The hut didn't really have a heating system, but it did have a fire place. It took her a few minutes to get the fire started, but once it got going it would be enough to warm the hut up a bit. She was used to how cold the nights got, but wasn't sure if he was. Warmth would do him some good anyway. Hopefully help him sleep. He was rather snappy and she hoped it had to do with his poor body condition at the moment. People got cranky when they were injured. She was sure he'd feel better after resting and once she got his bones set more properly, and of course food. A full stomach always made things better, in her opinion.<br><br>Sighing, she headed back to her bed and crawled back into it. She'd been tired enough before, but now she was extra tired and passed out quickly. It only felt like minutes when the sun crept through her window and over her face, "Ugh..." she groaned and rolled over to cover her face with the blanket. Melania's body refused to move. Thankfully, her Healer nature kicked in and reminded her of the injured man in the other room. It was enough to get her out of bed.<br><br>Mel braided her hair and changed into a clean sun dress before going about making breakfast. Mel didn't know what or if he could eat what she was making, so she tried to keep it simple. The small village was mostly fishers and a small farm, so most of it was fresh and most of it was fruit and sea food. Carrying the tray she knocked on the door with her foot, "You awake and decent?!" she called out. If he wasn't awake, he would be if she yelled loud enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dray</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 05:18:45</strong>
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				The Saiyan made a face as she called him a big boy and he scoffed.&nbsp; Once she was out of the room he curled up on the bed a bit into a position that felt better for the side of his ribs that were cracked.&nbsp; It was a bit chilly as she had said, normally that would not have bothered him at all but it seemed he had a constant cold sweat as if he were trying to break a fever.&nbsp; Takashi figured it was because his body was dealing with all the injuries and trying to heal itself.&nbsp; It would probably take a couple of weeks before he was at one hundred percent again, but he would be damned before he would let a several of broken bones keep him inside and away from his training and Planet Vegeta.&nbsp; The warrior was hungry for revenge.<br><br>Pulling the blanket around his body, he found his eyelids become extremely heavy to the point that no matter how hard he tried to resist or fight it, it was no use and he succumbed to a deep sleep rather quickly.&nbsp; Everything had turned to black once again and then there was a faint light as his body started to feel warm with the nearest star shining through the window and caressing the curves of his muscular body.&nbsp; Groaning, he was stirred from his sleep and the Saiyan slowly sat up as he threw off the blanket.<br><br>He was still sore as hell, causing him to feel a bit stiff as his body was throbbing with a dull, numbing pain.&nbsp; Sitting on the edge of the bed, he found it easier to actually stand up this time even though he had to support himself primarily on one foot, still having to limp with his other ankle slightly fracture.&nbsp; The sturdy black, combat boots that matched his armor probably helped in supported his walking a bit.&nbsp; Hobbling to a mirror next to the bed, Takashi examined himself.&nbsp; He still looked tired, but felt a bit refreshed.&nbsp; It was clear the man in the mirror was in a weakened state, a pathetic excuse for a warrior...covered in bruises, scraps, and wrappings on his wounds.&nbsp; He dared himself to take off the combat boots and kicked to the side with a grunt to test his ankles out.&nbsp; Just as he thought, he was even more wobbly now but he held his ground.<br><br>Reaching down with his good arm, the IV getting in the way only slightly, he started to tug and tear off the remaining bits of his tattered armor that clung to his abdomen and up only one side of his arm.&nbsp; Panting as he got it off, he took in a deep breath and sighed as the air hit his bare chest...it felt good to get that off.&nbsp; The armor was for protection, not much good now though with how damaged it had become.&nbsp; The armor was suppose to be very sturdy and durable, he was surprised that his own body was still in tact after observing all that was left of it.&nbsp; There was no need for it now, while it was also made to fit comfortably and quite flexible....it was useless and he was better off without it.&nbsp; Plus he felt freed of it and refreshed.&nbsp; All he had on now were the thick, black pants that clung to his legs but they were torn up a bit as well.&nbsp; There were some burns and scraps in it along with some rips and tears but it remained in good enough shape to still hold most of its form and it kept his lower half covered.<br><br>Looking in the mirror he noticed his tail flickering around behind him.&nbsp; "My tail..."&nbsp; Takashi could not feel it for some reason, as if it were numb.&nbsp; That's why he had a problem balancing himself.&nbsp; Taking a hold of his tail he squeezed it and could barely feel the pressure.&nbsp; It was odd, usually when anyone squeezed his tail it would cause him much discomfort and drain him of his strength.&nbsp; Some Saiyan's had been able to train to a point where such a weakness no longer bothered them, had his last battle pushed him over that mark?<br><br>The sound at the door brought his attention away from his body as he looked away from the mirror.&nbsp; "Define decent..."&nbsp; He grumbled out as he grabbed onto the pole attached to his IV for some support as he turned around to face the door.&nbsp; "Just come in already."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 18:05:49</strong>
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				Melania rolled her eyes as he said to just come in already. Apparently sleeping hadn't improved his mood very much. Maybe she could give him a sedative, no, he didn't appear to be in that much pain despite his injuries. It would unethical of her to do it just to improve his personality for a few hours. Mel couldn't deny being tempted to do that at times. Thankfully, she knew better than to waste her resources on things like that. She could handle this. Now that she had gotten some sleep herself, she could get him fixed up and hopefully well enough to go back wherever he came from. <br><br>Pushing the door open with her foot, she didn't seem affected by his state of undress. As a Healer, she saw many people at their most vulnerable. A half naked man wasn't impressive to her. He was built much like the Warriors in the main city, just with a tail. Animals had tails, but he was obviously not a common animal. What was a bit impressive was the fact that he was standing. He was obviously used to pain.<br><br>She set the tray of fruit and bread on a small table for him and pulled it over to the bed, "How are you feeling? Were you able to sleep at all?" he looked a little on the weak side, but not overly exhausted, "Here, this is Carambola, Feijoa, Pepino, and Mangosteen," she pointed out the different fruits on the tray, "Don't eat the skins on the Feijoa or the Mangosteen. It'll make you sick if you do," all the fruits were sliced up for easier eating, "The skin on the Carambola and the Pepino aren't very good, but they are high in protein and good sources of energy. It would be best if you could manage to choke them down. Most can't, but it'll do you good if you can."<br><br>Melania walked over to her cabinet and pulled out some stuff to help set his wrist and ribs. Mostly wrappings. Casts were hard to manage with the beach environment and tended to just get messy. It was usually better just to splint and wrap and have them stay on bed rest till it set enough for them to move around, "I'll take care of your wrist first so you can eat," he still had one good arm after all. She set out the supplies on the bed and went about fixing up his wrist, "I think it's safe to assume you're not from around here. What exactly are you?" most of the damage seemed to be to his ribs. Mel thought he was lucky that his wrist was just slightly fractured and not shattered, "This might hurt a little..." she warned as she forced his wrist to straighten as she started to wrap it. Keeping it tight enough so he couldn't move his wrist, but wouldn't lose circulation and would still have use of his fingers, "I've never seen anyone with a tail before."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dray</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 17:45:24</strong>
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				Takashi's eyes locked onto the female figure as she opened the door and walked in, right away he noticed she was carrying some food for him.&nbsp; Now that he thought about it, he was rather hungry...on the edge of starving.&nbsp; Being reminded of food made his stomach rumble and growl...it was to the point that he thought it was going to be strong and loud enough that she would actually be able to hear it.&nbsp; So as she sat the tray down, he natural followed her lead as he went to the bed and sat down and grabbed the table with the food on it and pulled it close.<br><br>"Yea yea yea...I slept fine."&nbsp; He brushed her off for the moment as looked at the food.&nbsp; The warrior did not even bother trying to remember all of the exotic names of the foods that she put in front of him, just basically looked at the colors and shapes and listened to what she said about which ones were safe to eat and which ones were not.&nbsp; Then he waited impatiently for her to do work with his wrist.&nbsp; He could eat without having it wrapped up...but he waited anyways and sighed as she warned him it might hurt.&nbsp; There was a sharp pain that rang out in his arm which caused him to wince and grunt in discomfort but it was not too bad.<br><br>With that done, Takashi dug right in to the two kinds of fruit in which she said not to eat the skin, peels, or whatever.&nbsp; Grabbing them he ate the insides completely in just a few quick bites and set the outside bit to the side.&nbsp; Now he went for the other two types in which she said it would be best to try and eat it all, even though most could not choke it down.&nbsp; Saiyan's would eat anything though and he doubt this was any worse than some of the other things he ate on distant planets.&nbsp; Grabbing the fruit he shoved it right in his mouth and forced it down his throat with little problem.&nbsp; Then he tore into the bread and engulfed that just as quickly.&nbsp; His type had quite the appetite and it may have seemed odd or strange to some races, but he could care less.&nbsp; Grabbing the glass of water sitting next to the food he gulped that down in an instant.<br><br>He had finished his food in a matter of seconds, not even bothering to acknowledge her questions until now as he sighed with content and examined his bound wrist.&nbsp; "I am a Saiyan from the planet Vegeta.&nbsp; We are a warrior race...but we are under the rule of a tyrant that goes by the name of Frieza who uses us to do his dirty work.&nbsp; For whatever reason...Frieza sent his men after me and my team to kill us all.&nbsp; The other Saiyans with me were automatically slaughtered and I barely got away...then the next thing I know I am crash landing here and waking up to you."&nbsp; He felt like he owed her that much of an explanation since she was the one he dragged him out of that crater and saved his life.&nbsp; His tail swayed a bit behind him before he wrapped it around his waist like a furry belt.<br><br>Glancing at her, his dark brown eyes measured her up as he looked over her figure up and down and examined her pale skin tone and white hair.&nbsp; "What about you?&nbsp; Where the hell am I...what are you?&nbsp; What kind of name is...Me-lan-ji..."&nbsp; He pronounced rather slowly, obvious not really remembering what she told him what her name was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 20:21:42</strong>
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				To say that she was shocked at how quickly he ate was an understatement. She could only assume that he was starving and that his quick eating habit was not common place. Melania knew that their planet was not the only one in the galaxy with intelligent life on it, but it had been a very long time since Yabrindor had seen other worldly creatures. Children were taught that there were other worlds, but nothing more than that. They weren't able to advance into space themselves and so lacked the knowledge to educate themselves about other species that did not originate on Yabrindor.<br><br>Melania was very interested in hearing about him, mostly because of that lack of education. A Saiyan. Certainly not something she'd heard of before and not something of this planet. A whole race of warriors. Mel was sure she'd never be able to handle living in a place filled with warriors. More so if they were like the ones here or as moody as this one. Her gray colored eyes widened as he said that someone had killed his team. It explained how he got here. To hear that people that might have been his friends had been killed and for a reason even he didn't know, was saddening. Melania hated when people had to die. They were a rather peaceful race, but violence did happen from time to time. Healers were usually spared from the violence since most seemed to agree that the Healers were the only that could 'clean up' after a fight, "Oh gods...they killed your friends?" she couldn't imagine how much it would pain her if one of her friends were killed, "I'm so sorry to hear that. No one deserves to die like that. More so under the orders of someone else," he's said he was a warrior and while she had issues with warriors, she did have respect for them. They were honorable fighters. Melania had no idea that this man was basically a mercenary, "I'm sure this...<em>Free-Za</em>," she attempted the name, "...will be punished for his actions. People that do bad things always get what's coming to them in the end. At least in my opinion..."<br><br>When he started asking questions of his own, she used to time to assess his ribs and start getting bindings to help set them, "This is Yabrindor and I'm an Yabrindin Healer. And my name is Melania.<em>m(e)-la-nia</em>," she pronounced it out for him, "It means 'dark skin'...my parents weren't expecting a Healer. Both of them were Terras and both their parents had been Terras. By the time I was born it was a little late to think of a new name," she shrugged a little. She liked her name, despite it's meaning and how it didn't fit her one bit.<br><br>"Lift your arms as much as you can, please," unlike him, she was willing to use manners now that she had gotten some sleep, "...so I can wrap this around your torso. It might hurt a little," she warned again as she reached around him to start twisting the wrappings around his rib cage, "What's your name? Age? And do you have any allergies? Any past injuries that cause any problems? Alcohol? Drugs? Anything like that?" she asked as she went into doctor mode, making mental notes of his answers. Healers rarely used actual paper notes. They had a knack for remembering what most would see as useless details or mind-numbing work, "You ate pretty quickly, do you have a history of intestinal parasites? Worms can make you eat more than you need to because they are 'stealing' the food. Are you still hungry?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dray</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 22:44:03</strong>
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				Takashi just sort of rolled his eyes, "yea yea...I didn't tell you my story so you could get all sappy with me."&nbsp; Saiyan's were not really much of the types to get heavily involved with emotion.&nbsp; They were more basic, following their instincts and relying more on the physical matters of life.&nbsp; After all, they were a race that was born to fight.&nbsp; They had a natural talent and thirst to become stronger and dominate.&nbsp; That was something which Frieza wielded and used to his advantage of course since they were such a simple race.&nbsp; <br><br>Once the Saiyan's knew they could not defeat the tyrant and his race they agreed to cooperate and do his dirty work and in return they got to freely express their need and desire to battle as they were sent off to conquer planet after planet.&nbsp; In reality it had not been all bad working&nbsp; for Frieza, but the prideful race did not following anyone...they were not lapdogs that could be summoned and trained to run errands.&nbsp; They respected Frieza only because of his power...if an opportunity ever presented itself though it was highly possible that the Saiyan's would rise up against him.&nbsp; This was probably no secret to the tyrant, many races resented him.&nbsp; The question was not really why he had lashed out at Takashi and his team, but why now?<br><br>"That's the idea..."&nbsp; The warrior mumbled softly with a blank stare as the woman beside him mentioned that Frieza would get what was coming to him and would be punished.&nbsp; Takashi did not know what was going on right now, but he planed to fly off this planet as soon as possible in order to find out.&nbsp; Maybe there were some answers on Vegeta...he just hoped an all out war had not broken out with Frieza trying to eradicate all of them.<br><br>He only half listened to what she was saying about the planet...mainly because he had no clue what the hell she was talking about.&nbsp; Though Yabrindor did ring out to him, he believed he had heard a brief description about it because it was a planet that was marked for conquest...he dare not mention that to her though, not now anyways.&nbsp; So he had an idea of where he was now.&nbsp; All he really knew about the planet from the reports were that it was covered in life and there were signs of intelligence and possibly the inhabitants had some special abilities.&nbsp; Melania was confirming that. "Melania..."&nbsp; He said her name soft and slowly as he tried it on his tongue and let it slip from his lips.<br><br>Lifting his arm he grunted as he looked at down at her as she was at his side tending to his ribs.&nbsp; It seemed she was going full medical on him or something as if a switch was clicked...it was those pestering kind of questions he heard when one of Frieza's doctors were checking on him after a battle.&nbsp; "My name is Takashi...roughly twenty-five years old? ...I'm not allergic to anything that I know of, I have eaten and been introduced to plenty of different things so I don't fucking know...I have healed from all my past wounds, only the scars remain...alcohol, yea sure I like to drink...not exactly sure what you are asking though...all Saiyan's tend to have a high metabo-whatever you call it...something about us having high energy and burning it quickly as we are born for battle and are constantly training...I don't know the specifics.&nbsp; I'm not a doctor, I'm a warrior."&nbsp; He grumbled with a rather irritated tone before quickly adding in, "yea I could eat some more...got any meat?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 02:39:05</strong>
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				"I wasn't being sappy. I was being sympathetic," she muttered under her breath as she worked to bind up his chest. It was hard repairing ribs, but so long as he didn't work himself to death before they healed enough he would be fine. <br><br>Moving on from that, she listened to him answer her questions, making mental notes of his answers and repeating them to herself softly, "<em>Ta-ka-shi</em>," she murmured his name, "Twenty-five," she was surprised to hear him say 'roughly'. Did he not know his birthday? Somehow, she didn't think birthdays were all that important to this man, "No allergies...high metabolism," from the way he mentioned it, it seemed to be a genetic trait. So likely no parasites. Still, she'd give him something to clear out any bugs in his system if he started to show any other signs of them, "Just because you're a warrior doesn't mean you can't learn about your own health," she added in. Then again, she could say the same about herself. Melania couldn't fight off a house fly if it decided to attack her. Okay, maybe a fly, but not much beyond that, "And please don't swear, I don't like it. And you shouldn't drink. It'll kill your liver in the long run, but that's your own choice," she rarely got onto people about things like that unless it was killing them immediately.<br><br>Finishing with his ribs, she stood up straight and gave the wrapping a once over to make sure it looked alright. He mentioned meat and she smirked, "Sorry, little too early in the morning for that. Market doesn't open for another hour. I can get some red meat then," she figured that was the kind he meant, "Never keep any in the house. It goes bad too quickly and I don't eat it much," sea food was more readily available here, "I have some Oroborous in the deep freezer, Oroborous is a deep sea reptile. Kind of like a snake." she was the only one in the village with any kind of cooling system. It was mostly used for medicines that needed to be kept cold, but if she sealed it up enough she could keep some foods in it too, "Though by the time it thawed enough to cook I could have just gone to market and got you something else."<br><br>"I'll go get you some more fruit, water..." she looked him over for a moment, "...and some clothes. I think I have a cotton shirt and pants that will fit you," she nodded as she picked up the tray and headed out of the room, "And don't try to stand up yet. I haven't properly checked your ankles. The more you walk around the more damage you might do if there is something wrong," Mel snapped as she headed towards the small kitchen. <br><br>It only took her a few minutes to cut up more fruit and dig out the clothes. They weren't at all like his armor, but they would do while he was healing. If he was still around when she went to the main city in a few weeks, she'd see if she could find anything there from the Warriors, "Here you go," she said as she walked back into the room and set the tray down on the table again and then set the cotton clothing on the edge of the bed, "That is Pitaya," she pointed to a bright reddish colored fruit that had inside flesh color almost as white as her hair dotted with black seeds, "Don't eat the flesh. It's not poisonous or anything, but it's tough and doesn't digest well. Just make sure you chew up as many of the seeds as you can. They are rich with lipids, but indigestible if not chewed."<br><br>"Anyway...I have to put together a few things to take with me to the market. You eat, change, and rest. I'll come get you and you can come with me so long as your ankles are okay. I'll just be down the hall, so yell if you need anything," reaching down, she grabbed up his combat boots, "And don't put these back on. They're filthy and will do you no good in the sand," Melania took them with her as she left the room and headed to her work area to mix up some medicines that she knew needed to be delivered. In such a small village, Mel didn't charge for her services. Instead she used a bartering system. She provided health care and they provided her with the means to support herself, such as food (other than fruits she could gather on her own) and favors when she needed them. It was a fair trade.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dray</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 04:15:29</strong>
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				Takashi just scoffed and pushed all of her words to the side.&nbsp; Here she was acting like some sort of mother figure again, or concerned doctor, whatever the difference was he could not tell.&nbsp; He was a grown man and could do as he pleased and make his own decisions.&nbsp; If he wanted to drink and swear then he would.&nbsp; He would devout his life to being a warrior, a fighter, nothing else really seemed to matter.&nbsp; It was all about being stronger and faster, being the best so that you could rise to the top and dominate and earn respect.&nbsp; Often respect usually just meant the same as someone who is weaker having fear.&nbsp; Saiyan blood was coursing through his veins and his instincts had him only lusting for the basics such as battle, food, and sex.<br><br>The warrior then started to grumble, she did not have any meat at this moment?&nbsp; He would eat whatever she had and put in front of him, but nothing could replace so good old red meat.&nbsp; "Whatever...I will eat anything you got.&nbsp; Seafood...doesn't matter."&nbsp; His tone was rude as always and irritated.&nbsp; Takashi was frustrated with this situation, being stuck here with this injuries and not sure if he would be able to get off this planet nor what he would do even if he did.&nbsp; He did not want to wear whatever she was going to get him, he wanted the type of armor that he was use to.&nbsp; This all sucked, that damn Frieza was going to pay!<br><br>He started to move around and flex his upper body and stretch a bit to test out his muscles and bones over the areas she patched up.&nbsp; He was still incredibly sore and it made him wince with pain when he tried to move too much.&nbsp; Takashi was beginning to think that she saved wrapping up his ankle for last so he could not get or and move around or even attempt it.&nbsp; Grumbling under his breath again, he ate the food she gave him quietly and made sure to follow her instructions so he would not get sick...that's exactly what he did not need.&nbsp; He grunted out, "Wo-" and was about to yell out as she took his combat boots but she was already out of the room.<br><br>Growling with anger, Takashi shoved the rest of the food down and started ripping off his torn and worn pants.&nbsp; He started to pull on and get into the clothing she gave him, scowling with disapproval as he did so.&nbsp; The Saiyan was not use to wearing something so light in color and weight.&nbsp; Now he did not even have his own clothing, he felt like a total patient.&nbsp; Something was uncomfortable...his tail, these pants were obviously not made for someone with an extra appendage.&nbsp; "Woman, these pants don't accommodate my tail...got anything with a hole in the back?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 21:01:38</strong>
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				Melania started to wonder about how his body might differ from her own people. Outwardly, it didn't seem all that different. Other than the tail and his strangely tanned skin, it was basically the same as the Warriors. And apparently just as stubborn as one. Once he was recovered he would probably do well to go to the main city and stay with the Warriors. Or maybe he planned on leaving. Mel didn't really know and didn't really care. So long as he healed and recovered, he could do whatever he wanted. It was, again, very tempting to just give him a sedative and let him lay there like a vegetable till he was healed. More so when she winced as he yelled 'Woman' again.<br><br>Sitting at her work bench, she'd been grinding up some things for a joint medicine for the elderly Hunter that she got meat from. Since she'd already decided that she was going to give Takashi the meat, she was also putting together an early batch of children's vitamins. The village children, the Sea Fairing ones at least, caught fish for her. While it would be the parents she gave the vitamins to, they had the kids do the work. Melania didn't mind. She liked kids. They always brought her sea shells and whatever else they found laying on the beach or tide pools. But the fish they brought her would make up for the meat she would be giving to him.<br><br>"Sorry!" she yelled back down the hall, "But no one named 'Woman' is here right now. If she comes by, I'll make sure to give her your message!" it was a little petty, but she couldn't help but smile to herself as she started using the very small spoon to pack it into clear, swallow-able pill capsules, "You know, they hare just cotton, hand sewn pants. I'm sure even a finger could poke a hole through the back! Though, if you <em>really</em> want to wait, I'll let 'Woman' know when she shows up!" the white haired girl yelled back before going back to her pill making. It was a long process for a beginner, but Melania could put together a bottle of pills in about an hour if she focused...and closed one eye and didn't breath too much. Probably the worst part was when she went to weigh each pill and if one came up over or under it's desired weight. At that point she had to find which other ones were over or under and re-do them.<br><br>About halfway through the batch, Mel had to take a break or her eyes were going to revolt and kill her. She wasn't even sure how much, if any, time had passed since she yelled back to him, but she decided to check on him. Before going to the room, she got a fresh pitcher of water for him and some more fruit, "Now...those ankles...think you can walk on either of them?" he'd been moving around before, so she assumed he could, "That one seems to be sprained, but I don't think either are broken," grabbing another wrapping from her supplies, she walked over and held out a hand, "Lift your leg, please, and I'll wrap it for you. I'll get you a cold pack for it too. So long as you stay off it till market opens, you can come with me. The fresh air will do you some good," not that fresh air was lacking. Melania's house/hut was well aired, "Think you can manage that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dray</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 03:54:14</strong>
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				Takashi clenched his teeth and gritted them together, his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes only reflected annoyance and he let out a growl of pure irritation.&nbsp; This woman was trying his patience...he understood that all females were rather difficult at times...but the ones of this race was just bizarre.&nbsp; A healer...the exact opposite of a warrior, he could not simply stand her and the words that came out of her mouth!&nbsp; If she were a Saiyan or a man then he would not think twice about slapping her...fortunately for her she was so fragile and he needed her in order to get better!<br><br>"Fine, be that way..."&nbsp; He grumbled angrily as he reached around and ripped a whole through the back of the pants and slipped his tail through it.&nbsp; Crossing his arms he sat on the bed with his eyes closed, almost pouting as he sat there still and waited impatiently for her.&nbsp; His eyebrow was twitching and he was tapping his bicep with his index&nbsp; finger as he kept his arms crossed over his chest and he was tapping his bare foot on the floor with the ankle that was not sprained.<br><br>When she finally came back he grabbed the fruit she brought him and shoved it down, not looking directly in her eyes or even saying anything for the moment.&nbsp; Grabbing the water from her he started to gulp it down, pretending not to pay attention to a word she said...it was obvious that he was though because he lifted his foot as her request.&nbsp; Sighing after he finished the water he looked at her, "yes I can walk...what do you take me for, an infant?"<br><br>"Fine I will stay off of it but only if you will take me to go see my ship.&nbsp; I need to see what kind of condition it is in and if I can salvage anything from it."&nbsp; He hated feeling so helpless and limited to just the bed.&nbsp; Takashi just felt so restless, in a way he cursed the limitations of his physical and mortal body for he wanted to be able to do so much more.&nbsp; "What am I suppose to do in bed all day?"&nbsp; He grumbled, expressing his boredom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 19:21:10</strong>
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				Melania was slowly getting used to his eating and drinking habits. He seemed to go through it so quickly that she doubted he even tasted it. A shame, really. Fruits were her favorite. Actually, food in general was her favorite. Mel took her time eating so she could taste everything. It could take her all day just to eat one meal sometimes. She wondered if he ever tasted his food or if it just went down his throat right away, "Maybe..." she teased as he asked if she thought him an infant, "Children do tend to whine and complain a lot...so maybe not an infant..." Mel had no idea how close she was to death. Him being a Saiyan meant little to her and that was likely the only reason she was talking to him the way she was.<br><br>"I'll take you to see the ship...tomorrow. You're in no condition for a half day hike through the forest," not that he would be tomorrow, but Melania would put it off as long as possible, "I'm in no mood to drag you back here again," maybe she could hold it off for at least a few days. Though the issue was that it was the rainy season and it might rain before he was well enough to go. As stubborn as he was, she wondered how he would be if it rained and his ship was destroyed even further because of the rain. Mel would have to work something out. She would see how well he handled walking around today. If it went well, then she would take him out there tomorrow. If not, well, she'd figure out a way to keep him indoors, "Though from what I saw it looked pretty beat up," Melania wasn't completely ignorant of technology. The main city had the most up to date technology for their planet, but even that was stone age compared to what the ship looked like.<br><br>"As for what you can do in bed...there is a lot you can do in a bed," she said as she finished wrapping his ankle and standing up straight, "Relax, rest, and recover. Of course if you'd rather do something else...I can get you a book. The children are always bringing me sea shells to make necklaces with, if you want, I can bring you the basket and you can do that. It's only going to be another half hour or so before we can go to the market. It's not going to kill you to lay back and rest till then, now is it?" she smiled, "If you need me, I'll just be finishing up down the hall. And, try to remember, my name is 'Melania'," if he called her 'woman' again, she might not even respond sarcastically.<br><br>Turning on her heels, she headed out of the room again and back to filling up the small pill capsules.<br><br>Finally, when she was finished, she poured the pills into their glass bottles and putting the bottles into a cloth bag over her shoulder. Mel wondered how he was fairing. He didn't seem the type to like sitting there doing nothing. Someone that preferred to always be on the move unless he was stuffing his mouth. Walking to the patient room, she smiled, "You up for going outside for a bit?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dray</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 19:07:51</strong>
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				This woman...she was so infuriating, so frustrating, so irritating, it went along with the medical and educated types though.&nbsp; Most of them seemed to hold themselves rather highly just because they were smart, and yet at the same time they were weak and knew nothing about fighting, the thrill of a battle, and war.&nbsp; In the past he had killed people for less, he had killed those he knew nothing about all under the orders of the tyrant known as Frieza.&nbsp; That was all over now, though a part of him would have liked to kill her or teach her a lesson...at the same time he knew he needed her since he knew very little about the whole medical field.&nbsp; Takashi realized that without her he would have been dead and he owed her...still he cursed the situation he was in.<br><br>All he could do was scoff, cross his arms, furrow his eyebrows and look away from her.&nbsp; Sure he was pouting and he did have an attitude that was somewhat childish, it was noted amongst the Saiyans as they were a race that was run by their need to instantly gratify their desires.&nbsp; He was upset that he lost his team and the fight, that he suffered these injuries and was now being told that he had to stay in bed.&nbsp; "You won't have to drag me anywhere..."&nbsp; He snapped with a deep grumble, he wanted to go check out his ship now!&nbsp; Unfortunately he had no idea where it was, nor did he know anything about her planet so he needed her guidance.<br><br>Rest in bed, how boring...and reading, he never really had must interest in that, he did not know how to read all that well anyways.&nbsp; His eyebrow twitched though when she started to talk about shells and necklaces, "I don't want to do some damn arts and crafts...I am a warrior.&nbsp; Remember that before you open your mouth next time...<em>Melania</em>."&nbsp; he spoke her name rather sarcastically this time and just waved her off as she finished with his ankle and went out of the room.<br><br>He was not just going to lay around and do nothing in bed.&nbsp; He was not a basket case and he was not a vegetable, he could still work some parts of his body after all.&nbsp; Laying back, he put his hands behind his head and started to do sit-ups and a few other related and various ab workouts, going up and down, doing his best to ignore the pain at his side from his fractured ribs.&nbsp; It caused him to feel a strong burn, making him reach a limit rather quickly as he broke out in a sweat.&nbsp; His body was still sore and fatigued, it was hard for him to do as much as he was use and accustomed too while in good condition.&nbsp; His injuries were limiting him.<br><br>Takashi pressed on though, forcing his sore body to keep on going.&nbsp; He needed to work himself back into shape, he could not just go soft.&nbsp; Every second he wasted was crucial, Frieza and his men were still out there.&nbsp; Even when Melania came back in he did not stop but just looked at her as he breathed in and out heavily and panted softly.&nbsp; "I am ready when you are."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 21:48:57</strong>
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				Melania wasn't prepared for him to be working himself sick when she went back in there. He was doing sit-ups and obviously straining his body and broken ribs. Mel couldn't believe someone could be so stubborn as to injure their body further. He might have been a warrior, but that didn't mean that was all he was. Then again, she didn't know much about him or his race. Maybe all he really was was muscle. She liked to believe that even warriors could make time to relax and rest. Surely at some point in his life he had just sat and enjoyed looking at the sky or watching the clouds? Didn't everyone do that? Maybe not.<br><br>"You're most certainly not ready," she snapped and set her bag down before going over to him, "I said to rest and relax. Not work yourself into unconsciousness again. Are you trying to kill yourself?" she grabbed one of his arms and checked his pulse from his wrist. It was racing and his chest was heaving up and down as he panted, "You <em>need</em> to rest," her voice was one of concern, but she doubted he would hear it that way, "If you do things like that, it's going to take you longer to recover," they were no blessed with the technology that he was used to. There was no medical tank to put him into for a few hours and he'd be good to go. His injuries were going to take time to heal. Time he was likely not used to waiting for. Melania was going to have to make him, "Let me get you some water and once your breathing has calmed we can go. But only if you promise not to do any more sit-ups today."<br><br>She left him with that thought as she went and refilled his water pitcher. She made a mental note to check the main city library to see if there was anything about Saiyans. Melania doubted it, but it would be worth it to check. Maybe then she could find out if all of his people were this stubborn or if it was just him. She had a hard time imagining a whole race of people that were like that. The warriors here were stubborn, but not like this. Something told her that it wasn't just him and his hardheadedness was genetic. If so, she might have to see about restraints to keep him confined to the bed. Bringing back the water, she made him drink it all before even moving enough to let him out of the bed, "Now, if your ankle starts to hurt too much, I'll get you a crutch," his ankle didn't seem too bad. Mel was sure that it would heal the quickest. She was sure once his ankle was better he was going to be even more of a handful.<br><br>With that said and done, she lead him out of her hut. She wasn't far from the coast line, in fact, when the waves got large enough they would come all the way up to her porch. For now, it was very nice out. A soft breeze going over the sand and the palm trees providing enough shade till the treeline of the forest. There were little huts and such dotted as far down as you could see. Some in the sand like her home and others further back into the trees. Not far from her porch was a large dock with several boats and boathouses lining it. Already it seemed the entire village was on the dock. It was surprisingly strong enough to hold them all and many were going from boat to boat buying things. While there were a few Hunters and Terras, this was primarily a Sea village. Most of the people that Takashi would see as they got closer to the dock, that was also the market, had skin the color of the sea. Ranging from dark blues to light sea foam colored. There were a few people with muddy brown colored skin and hair and even a few with dark green colored skin; but Melania was the only one seeming to lack any sort of coloring. She pulled her hat down over her head to protect herself from the sun, "Try not to draw attention to yourself," she said softly, but knew that would be difficult for him. He really didn't look anything like anyone else, "You can walk around if you want...just try not to get hurt or strain yourself, okay? If you do that, I promise to take you to your ship tomorrow," Mel could really see no way around taking him there unless he hurt himself too much.<br><br>Almost as soon as she walked away from him, all the village children seemed to take interest in him. There were at least a dozen, most with sea foam colored skin and hair, but others with various shades of green and brown. They stayed several feet behind him, pointing at his tail and whispering. One boy, with a reddish tinge to his skin, got up the courage to wander up close to him and grab his tail. Not hard and he didn't tug, but he was obviously seeing if it was real. The boy was barely ten and his skin was different from the others. It was redder. He was to grow up to be a warrior and was the only one in this village. Even though he was more defined physically than most ten year olds and even taller than most of the other kids, it was obvious that he was like Melania. He was different. An oddball in the village, "It's real!" he screamed and ran back towards his friends, all of them taking off down the beach immediately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dray</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 17:34:34</strong>
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				Takashi continued with his sit-ups even as she came in with the surprised look on her face that soon turned into a face expressing an anger of authority and concern.&nbsp; She may have been some sort of doctor, but she knew nothing of the Saiyans and their warrior ways.&nbsp; They had no limitations and if they did arise, they pushed themselves far beyond them and just kept going.&nbsp; There was no such thing as giving up, giving in, or losing.&nbsp; Winning was all that mattered and victory would be obtained by all means necessary.&nbsp; He did stop though as she came over to him, he ignored her and did not say a word.&nbsp; Every time he opened his mouth to argue with this woman so far she would just say something snappy right back.&nbsp; The best way to deal with an annoyance is to either obliterate it or annoy it, and since he benefited from her being alive he chose to ignore her.<br><br>His panting slowly started to succeed as he took the water from her and gulped it down like he had everything else, letting the liquid quench his parched mouth and throat as well as cool his heated and fatigued body.&nbsp; He decided he could rest a bit until it was time to go out, he was looking forward to getting out of that bed and stretching his legs a bit as well as get some fresh air.&nbsp; Maybe it would give him a feel for where he was at as well.&nbsp; Laying back on the bed, he rested his head on the pillow and closed his eyes for a moment.<br><br>When she came back in, he sat up and was ready to get going.&nbsp; Steadying and balancing himself on the edge of the bed he stood up, wincing and grunting for only a moment as he felt the pain in his body radiate through his nerves.&nbsp; "I don't need a crutch..."&nbsp; He mumbled angrily.&nbsp; He could do this on his own, or force his body to if he had to.&nbsp; He would not use something as shameful as a crutch to support him and get around on.&nbsp; If his body could not even hold himself up and move, then what good was it?<br><br>He followed behind her, somewhat slow at first but he limped in strides and picked up the pace a bit.&nbsp; The air was cool and relaxing, though it smelled heavily of salt water...something he was not sure that he liked or not.&nbsp; The sand made it a bit difficult as he shuffled his feet through it as his bad ankle continued to cause him to limp a bit and his steps were a bit uncoordinated and unsteady.&nbsp; Curiosity took him though, he wondered where they were going as she lead him toward the ocean.&nbsp; Did they have to take a boat to get to the market or something.&nbsp; To his surprise...the market was right there on the beach leading into the ocean with a huge dock that was littered with boats and stands.&nbsp; It was the first time he had seen such a thing.&nbsp; Their technology and civilization was obviously not as advanced as he was use to, but he had seen similar settlements on other planets.<br><br>"Whatever..."&nbsp; He muttered as she said he could walk around by not draw attention to himself.&nbsp; He noticed right away the different colors of the individuals in the market.&nbsp; It was not all not strange to him for he had seen many different races that were all colors, shapes and sizes.&nbsp; Yet they were all one race, but divided into classes of colors.&nbsp; Glancing at Melania, she seemed to stick out of the group for some reason.&nbsp; Was it because she was a healer?&nbsp; Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a bunch of children that were staring at him, or really his tail.&nbsp; In fact, a lot of people were looking at him because he was different.&nbsp; No one else there shared his complexion or even his muscular build.&nbsp; Even his hair stood out, but most of all it was his tail.<br><br>Takashi grunted as his tail was suddenly grabbed and he whirled around in anger, ready to hit someone but they were already gone.&nbsp; His eyes were burning as he looked at the kids that were dashing away, the little red one that stuck out like a sore thumb was exclaiming that his tail was real.&nbsp; "Little rascals...I will each you to play games with a Saiyan.&nbsp; No one grabs my tail without paying dearly for it."&nbsp; Raising his hand up, he spread his fingers open while he pointed his palm in the direction of the darting kids.&nbsp; Grunting and wincing, he started to gather his energy as a small orb of energy flickered within the center of his hand before finally forming into a large, yellow glowing ki ball.&nbsp; Many around him suddenly stopped what they were doing as they stopped and stared, some in fear.<br><br>Letting out a yell, his aura burst around him and he shot the blast off like a powerful rocket as it raced toward the little red child.&nbsp; At the last minute though, Takashi scoffed and raised his hand up, redirecting the blast so it curved upward and exploded high in the air above the group of sprinting kids like a large firework, the shock wave was enough to stir up the wind a bit and get the waves rocking the boats.&nbsp; "Little pests...are not even worth my energy to dispose of."&nbsp; Turning his attention away from them he looked at a merchant who had a display of meat before him and gave him a petrified look.&nbsp; "What, you ain't ever seen a tail before?"&nbsp; Snatching a haunch of meat, the warrior took a large bite out of it and started to chew.<br><br>Gasping, he dropped the meat as he stumbled a bit and lost his balance.&nbsp; His vision was becoming blurred as he suddenly felt so drained.&nbsp; "Damn...my body..."&nbsp; Falling to all fours he grunted in pain as he felt sick to his stomach all of a sudden.&nbsp; He realized he overdid it a bit, first working out in bed and expending what little energy he had left to show off and give these people a little frightening show so they would stop staring and leave him alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallen Warrior (Ty5550 &amp; Michi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 22:09:35</strong>
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				Melania had thought things would be alright. Honestly, how much trouble could he get himself into? Other than falling into the ocean or getting hit in the head by a coconut or something, what could really happen? So long as he took it easy and didn't intentionally draw attention to himself, he would be fine. At least that's what she told herself as she walked along the dock. She knew people would be curious about him, but she saw nothing that would cause an issue. What she didn't take into thought was the fact that children were naturally curious and a tail just screamed 'grab me'.<br><br>The Healer was busying herself with getting food for the both of them to last at least a day or two. It was a simple process. Most were more than willing to help her out with food. Money wasn't a big thing in such a small village. It was more about trading. Even if they didn't need Mel's talents at this moment, they would at some point in life. It was as simple as that. The fact that she now had a strange, tailed man wandering around with her (or near her) just made them more willing to give her food and things like that just to hear her talk about it. The longer she stayed at a booth or boat, the more likely she was to talk about her new patient. When Takashi yelled and the bright light from his energy blast lit up the already bright beach, the children all ran for the dock. Many climbed into boats where their parents were. The little warrior ran past her, smiling to himself instead of crying or looking terrified like the others, "Dreng! What did you do?!" she snapped and the little boy turned to her shaking his head.<br><br>"Nothing, Mel. Honest," the boy was a terrible liar. Luckily for him, a little blue girl stuck her head out of a boat and ratted him out, "Mel! Dreng grabbed his tail and he started glowing! And he yelled at us!" the little girl dodged a shell thrown at her by Dreng.<br><br>"Dreng, Cari, get home now!" Melania rarely raised her voice, so when she did the two children both scattered and she ran off towards the beach in time to see Takashi stealing food and then falling over. She rolled her eyes and started towards him. The old man he'd taken the meat from relaxed a little when he saw her walking by, "Morning, Mr. Gaffier," she said like nothing was wrong as she walked over to Takashi. She pointed to the food now sitting in the sand, "I'll come by and check on that newborn calf for you later and bring by your arthritis medication too," he wasn't due for that for at least another week, but it was all she could think of to make up for the meat that was going to be swarmed by sea birds in an hour or so.<br><br>Kneeling in the sand near the Saiyan, she reached out a hand and placed it on his forehead. He wasn't running a fever, "Are you okay? Does anything hurt?" she didn't yell at him or scold him,&nbsp; mostly because she wasn't quite sure what all had happened, "Is it your ribs?" she moved her hand down to his chest, everything felt the same. Muscular and thick, but nothing felt more broken than it had been before, "I don't see any bleeding," her voice was one of concern. Scolding and 'I told you so' could wait till she was sure he wasn't in any immediate danger, "Come here..." she carefully pulled him towards a nearby palm tree to get him out of the sun, "Is your tail okay? Cari said that Dreng grabbed it," the little warrior boy sometimes didn't know his own strength. Just a few years ago he broke the tail of a cat on accident. Mel hoped he hadn't done that.
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