.:When the World Crumbles:. {RP!}

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    Phoenix jumped at the sound of a voice. She gets up, her broken wing hanging limp from her back while the other was tucked in tightly. Her hands held out in front of her slightly to avoid bumping them and blood soaking through her bandages. She takes a step back wishing for the power of flight more than ever now. The way she held herself in pain clearly stated she was anything but alright. Her lava swirling like iris filled with fear, not for herself but for fear of the valuable scavenges that she had in her bag being stolen. The camp needed them she couldn't let someone take them.

    [align=center] Aron held up his hands. "Look, I'm not gonna hurt you!" He nodded at her bag. "Or take your stuff. I may be a scavenger, but I'm not the type that'll just steal stuff off a body, living or dead." He cocked his head, brow furrowed. "Well... Maybe I lied about the dead part. But who am I to let perfectly good supplies go to waste?" He shrugged, giving a cocky grin. "Anyway, you look like you might be in need of some help. And I'm willing to offer it, if you'll let me."

    "Steal anything from me or hurt me and I will fry you to nothing" she growls lowering her hands, she needed help, and she hated being weak but sometimes she had to swallow her pride for the better. "How can you help me?" she says sitting back down as she stared at the bloodied bandages hiding the damage. It had never been this bad before. She was afraid that she would get to the point one day where her hands were permanently damaged.

    [align=center] "Well, firstly, I might be able to splint your... Wing." Aron tried to hide how strange the phrase felt on his tongue. "I'll just need... Here we go!" He hefted a large, rusted pipe in the air. "It won't be pretty, but it'll do. Now we just to fasten it." He removed his jacket, pulled off his shirt, and donned the jacket again. He tore it into strips, and placed then in a neat pile.


    "This will hurt," he said. "I'm gonna have to straighten your wing so I can splint it."

    She looks skeptically at the small rusted pipe, she sighs deeply "Fine, just do it quick. She turns around so that her back is facing him , unable to raise the broken wing because of the pain it held.

    Suri carefully fixed the blade. She sharpened it then cleaned it. "Beautiful" she smiled and got up. She put everything back in her bag and walked over to Asuna. Tapping her on the shoulder she grinned "here, it's good as new."

    [align=center] "Thanks," said Asuna, eyeing her repaired knife sceptically. Realizing that it was, indeed, repaired, she asked, "How did you learn to do stuff like this, if I may ask. Metalworking isn't a common skill, even on a smaller scale like this." She gestured to the knife, now safely tucked away in its makeshift scabbard.


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    "Okay," Aron said, slightly uncomfortable being this close to a girl he didn't actually know, but not showing it. Catefully, he placed his hands on the wing, gently pulling it straight. He found the break, and carefully fastened the small pipe about it. "Luckily, you don't seem to have broken any of the joints," he said, wiping blood off his hands onto his jeans. "So you should be able to fold your wing in at least part way."

    Phoniex had her eyes squeezed shut and she bit her tounge to where she tasted blood in her mouth, trying her hardest not to show the pain. Just him moving her wing hurt.

    [align=center] "All done," Aron said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "Is anything else hurt?" He asked, one eyebrow raised. He grinned slightly. It was one of the things he and his sister had in common, that raised eyebrow. He briefly wondered what she was doing now. Probably getting herself into trouble somehow. As usual.

    Phoniex slightly raises her wing, glad that she was able to at least loosely tuck it in. "Not sure if you can help these" she says taking off the blood soaked bandages to reveal the harshly burned palms.

    Suri looked down "my father loved knives and guns" she chuckled. "When this world became infested. He taught me everything he knew." She held back a tear and smiled "I.. I should get back to my camp." She bowed her head and thanked Asuna for the meal. Then she walked out, waving goodbye.

    [align=center] Asuna returned the gesture, smiling. Suri wasn't so bad. It felt odd to even consider it, but was it possible that she had... An ally? Asuna had drilled it into herself and her followers that people outside of the 'pack' were not to be trusted. But this person had helped her multiple times in one day... Perhaps it was time to rethink some of those philosophies.


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    Aron sucked in a breath through his teeth, wincing sympathetically. "What did you do to yourself?" He muttered, unzipping his backpack. "Lucky for you, I hit an old hospital this week. Better yet, as a loner, I haven't had to share." He pulled out a small tube, and squeezed an off-white, vile-smelling paste onto his fingertips. "I haven't got anything for the burns- that stuff got picked over already- but they missed this stuff. Or left it. Wouldn't blame 'em if they did. Smells like the undead." He gave a wry smile. "Seriously though, it'll prevent infection." He held out his paste-free hand. "Give me your hand" he said. Then he drew back, unsure of himself. "Unless you'd rather put it on yourself." He shrugged.

    She shrugs holding her hands out to him, if he tried to hurt her it wouldn't be hard to burn him. She smiles sadly at him "My wings aren't my only mutation, and there is a reason I call myself Phoenix, it isn't my real name, but what I am now. I can control fire with my hands and it burns through my veins, but it seems my skin is not immune to the harmful affects of it."

    [align=center] "Ah, the curses that come with mutation," Aron said, carefully applying thick paste to Pheonix's wounds. "I can transfer energy from one living being into either another being or the air. Thing is, if I take all of the energy from that being, I can't cut off the flow soon enough to keep me from using most, if not all of the energy in my own body." He glanced about. "So... What brought you put here anyway. It's petty far from any of the groups' bases. You lost? Or a loner, like myself?"

    When Suri was making her way back. She came across a bunch of dead zombie corpses "someone was here" she whispered. Quickly reaching for her guns she carefully moved forwards.

    She shook her head "Neither, I am from The Eternal Flames, I was just on a scavenging trip" She ponders something in her thoughts before saying "I insist that you come back with me to the camp, I want to at least offer you food for helping me. And...." she says knowing he may or may not refuse the first offer "I sort of need help getting back to the safety of my camp since I cant really fight very effectively and flying isn't an option for me. So....help girl out?" She says giving him a small smile.

    [align=center] Aron raised an eyebrow again. "A leader, eh? And of the Eternal Flames... That's one of the bigger groups isn't it?" The question was rhetorical, and he continued. "I'd love to help. I mean, it's not like I have anything better to-" he stopped abruptly. He raised a finger to his lips, and mouthed Did you hear that?

    [align=center] Aron crawled quietly to the edge of the rooftop before quickly and quietly crawling back. Crap. Those were some big-A** guns. He motioned for Pheonix to stay down even as he flattened himself to the rooftop. Carefully, he removed his shoe. Getting to his knees, he threw it as far as he could. It landed with a satisfying thud on the roof of the building across the ruined street. He lay back down, listening for gunfire.