((This is a thread revolving around Siren's re-introduction into the school, following her breakdown and absnsece. The entire procedure was implemented by Dr. Conrads- who after a frustrating attempt at conventional psychiatry failed, decided to try a more direct approach to Siren's psyche...))
Dr. Conrads reclines in his chair, sending a scrutinizing eye at the two young women sitting before him. The empathic redhead, and the self-described "chunk of living plutonium". He sits up, shifts, and reclines again and crosses his arms.
"Miss O'Sullivan, are you absolutely sure of what I'm asking you to do?" He asks.
Kris taps one foot worriedly, and runs a nervous hand through her copper hair as she bites her lip and nods her head yes.
"And Miss. Pu? You also understand what is being asked of you?"
Pluto stares contemplatively at her pale hands, a quiet "Ja." escaping, soft as a sigh from her lips.
Dr.Conrads eyes grew unfocused as his hazy plan swirled around his brain. Kris would be a 'bridge' between the minds of the two other girls, hopefully, inside her mind, Pu-244 would be able to convince Siren to come out of her shattered mental state.
He sighs too. Everything he's tried so far has been met with failure. This is his last shot at saving Siren.
"Well ladies, are we ready to get started?"
((aaaaand take it away girls!))
Saving Siren (closed)
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"And, you'll be there to assist as needed, Doctor Conrads," Kris asked, still feeling uneasy about this, but perfectly willing to go the distance, if he felt she could do it. "This is just... I dunno. I mean, I've fought people, and healed people, but, establishing a link, and keeping it open? Isn't that a little chancey?"
"In blessed memory of Sister Mercy (Sister Mary Catherine St. Claire {Dec 12, 1923 - unknown date})
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
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Dr. Conrads cracks his knuckles, a stress reflex as he carefully considers his words.
"Well..when dealing directly with the mind, everything's a bit chancey, I can't say for certain if you can, or can't do it. All I can say is that I think you can do it. Weither you can or can't is up to you."
"Well..when dealing directly with the mind, everything's a bit chancey, I can't say for certain if you can, or can't do it. All I can say is that I think you can do it. Weither you can or can't is up to you."
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"Well, as long as you sanction it, and are there to help me, even if by just being there, sir, I'm ready to do it," Kris nodded, before looking to Pluto with an encouraging smile. "What do you think, Green? Think we can handle it?"
"In blessed memory of Sister Mercy (Sister Mary Catherine St. Claire {Dec 12, 1923 - unknown date})
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
That gastly slinder figure of the petite woman before the doctor and her friend, stood there looking over at the bed, there a sidated green haird girl lay. Her head titlted slightly in sarrow knowing that it was her sacrifice that drove her to madness...it ate at her very soul that this kind young entity had to suffer because of her. Standing to her side her hand slid up her forarm and rested above her elbow griping her weak bycepe.
Her head tilted down to the floor and the chains that wraped around her sinfull eyes clinked. A weak "Ja" escaped her lips as she turned her head still looking at the floor and made her way to her friends bedside staring down into her closed eyes. Her small coverd hand placed layed itself gently on her forhead, brushing a stray strand of hair from her eye and laying her hand on her soft cheak. "I sorry" escaped her soft lips like silk though the air.........
Her head tilted down to the floor and the chains that wraped around her sinfull eyes clinked. A weak "Ja" escaped her lips as she turned her head still looking at the floor and made her way to her friends bedside staring down into her closed eyes. Her small coverd hand placed layed itself gently on her forhead, brushing a stray strand of hair from her eye and laying her hand on her soft cheak. "I sorry" escaped her soft lips like silk though the air.........
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After a few seconds of heavy silence Dr. Conrads coughs slightly, snapping attention back to reality.
"There's no time like the present ladies..shall we get started?" He asks.
Both girls nod quickly, as they take their places on either side of Siren's compatose body. Both girls take one of Siren's hands in thier own, and clasp the other to form a rough triangle as Dr. Conrads quietly retreats to the background, hoping, wishing, and praying that his hypothesis will prove correct.
As Kris O'Sullivan slowly concentrates, she becomes attuned to the subliminal thought processes of the two girls whose hands she holds. She can feel both of them, and she wills herself to link them together. bridge..bridge..bridge..
The girl known as Pu-244 tumbles through a shaft of blinding white light, all sense of direction completely deprived. She feels weightless, hazy, and realizes she is no longer in her body, but a projection of her mind. She has no way of knowing just how long she falls through the light, but is suddenly aware of her stop, as she abruptly crashes into the outskirts of a dense forest.
Before she even sees what is wrong with this place, she can feel it. The very air itself feels..cold..distant..wrong. Fleeting glances reveal more oddities, this world is drained of color, the dying plants are a unvariating shade of slate-grey, just like the ground, just like the sky, and just like the huddled mass that lies in the clearing. The hunched form of Winged Siren.
"There's no time like the present ladies..shall we get started?" He asks.
Both girls nod quickly, as they take their places on either side of Siren's compatose body. Both girls take one of Siren's hands in thier own, and clasp the other to form a rough triangle as Dr. Conrads quietly retreats to the background, hoping, wishing, and praying that his hypothesis will prove correct.
As Kris O'Sullivan slowly concentrates, she becomes attuned to the subliminal thought processes of the two girls whose hands she holds. She can feel both of them, and she wills herself to link them together. bridge..bridge..bridge..
The girl known as Pu-244 tumbles through a shaft of blinding white light, all sense of direction completely deprived. She feels weightless, hazy, and realizes she is no longer in her body, but a projection of her mind. She has no way of knowing just how long she falls through the light, but is suddenly aware of her stop, as she abruptly crashes into the outskirts of a dense forest.
Before she even sees what is wrong with this place, she can feel it. The very air itself feels..cold..distant..wrong. Fleeting glances reveal more oddities, this world is drained of color, the dying plants are a unvariating shade of slate-grey, just like the ground, just like the sky, and just like the huddled mass that lies in the clearing. The hunched form of Winged Siren.
I'm SUCH a tart!
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Kris, ever aware of the conscious world, found this to be a bit more, and yet also a bit less than she had expected. The overlapping senses from the two girls in her own mind seemed reminescent of the disease she had experienced. Only this thime, she was fully aware of herself. She hoped to God, The Virgin, and all of The Saints that this would be okay.
"Doc, she's in," Kris said, a bit absently.
"Doc, she's in," Kris said, a bit absently.
"In blessed memory of Sister Mercy (Sister Mary Catherine St. Claire {Dec 12, 1923 - unknown date})
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
The plutonic image of the woman feel to her knees after the light, It wasent but a moment of blindness that falled before her vision was clear. To her surprise she reteind standard human vision, no longer was the world hazed by the obscurity of background radeation. A pleasent but morbid female voice played out in her head it's soft melody was forin to her but played along with the images of a tactical display. Her progrmaing displayed into her eyes a array of images tinted green and opaque. A sweep of green flowed across her parifrial sight and all of the objects in the area lit up each taged by a certen mixture of charactors that seemed forien but familure.
A yellow outline flashed around the hunched over figure and a display prompted and there was a picture of siren and the many memory refances that Pluto had for her. Each its own file archived neatly in her mind.
The display sweaped away and what where windows colpased into a corner of her vision. She griped her fists then let go her skin crawled with goose bumps and she let out a breath of air her lips turning almost purple as the vapor from her breath turned into frost.
It was cold here cold and dark. She crossed her arms looking around and then though the gray grass approched her friend. She dident know what to think not knowing the world around her unfamilure it was only natrual that she hurry to something that is familure to her.
With Sirens hunched form before her she looked around at the darkness unknowing to what lay beyond extending past the dence dull foriest. She knelt next to her friend excited to see her but knew well that she was not her self and an earrie feeling came about her normaly when around Siren she felt a wonderfull feeling this one was of nothing. With one arm around her stomich the other hesitently reached out to touch the sholder of the siren....
A yellow outline flashed around the hunched over figure and a display prompted and there was a picture of siren and the many memory refances that Pluto had for her. Each its own file archived neatly in her mind.
The display sweaped away and what where windows colpased into a corner of her vision. She griped her fists then let go her skin crawled with goose bumps and she let out a breath of air her lips turning almost purple as the vapor from her breath turned into frost.
It was cold here cold and dark. She crossed her arms looking around and then though the gray grass approched her friend. She dident know what to think not knowing the world around her unfamilure it was only natrual that she hurry to something that is familure to her.
With Sirens hunched form before her she looked around at the darkness unknowing to what lay beyond extending past the dence dull foriest. She knelt next to her friend excited to see her but knew well that she was not her self and an earrie feeling came about her normaly when around Siren she felt a wonderfull feeling this one was of nothing. With one arm around her stomich the other hesitently reached out to touch the sholder of the siren....
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The waif-this girl shudders slightly at Pluto's touch- more response that anyone has been able to get out of her since she cracked. At Pluto's persistant touch she turns slightly onto her back, still locked in slumber.
Her hands are clasped together, about her breast, and her lips are pursed in an image of deep sleep. Her hair, spills over her shoulders, down her back and at her sides. She is truely, a sleeping beauty.
Her hands are clasped together, about her breast, and her lips are pursed in an image of deep sleep. Her hair, spills over her shoulders, down her back and at her sides. She is truely, a sleeping beauty.
I'm SUCH a tart!
Pluto knelt next to her friend one hand in the dead grass that encircled the two girls. What was wrong with her? Why was she like this? Guilt passed over Pluto more and more seeing her friend so calm induced into her slumber. This was not like her friend at all she was so lively so full of energy always a pleasant aura about her.
“Siren” she her words wisped silently out of her mouth “Can jo hear me?”
Her hand hesitantly reached up to sirens shoulder. She shook her lightly, but no response only the image of cold and lifeless body of her friend. Grief started to fill Pluto; maybe it was to late for her she arrived to late. No, it can’t be siren is strong, she is a strong woman. Her hand slid along her skin and to her neck and then cheek. Only a faint since of warmth came from her. She leaned down a little more brushing some of her hair from her cheek.
“Siren, mien friend please wake” She said softly, almost pleadingly.
Still no response from her friend none at all not even a sigh or a response to her. This was tearing her up Pluto found her self so helpless; nothing in her power could save her friend. Not even out of this mind state, not even in it. Her fist pounded into the ground.
“SIREN” she pleaded in desperation. Her hands shook her friend but still no response. ….Please” her head hung, as her long green hair fell the dead grass. Pluto’s eyes closed and she gritted her teeth, her right hand rested on her friends clasped hands. Taking them into her palm griping it tightly then letting go slightly as she breathed in then out almost in tears over the guilt she felt.
“Jo means so much to me, I-I can’t let Jo go……” she confessed in whisper.
“Jo smile………..cheerful words……….Jo mean so much….”
“I’m sorry…….so sorry….please forgive me….I should of never left jo…”
“I should have told jo…..I’m sorry…..Say something please…”
“Forgive me for what I have done……”
She griped sirens hands again and looked up at her tears of sorrow balled up in her eyes glazed over she wept. With a blink of her eyes a tear rolled down her cheek and still there was no response from her friend.
She moved above her friend face to face with her biting her lip a tear fell from her cheek to Sirens. This was completely unusual Pluto was not new to sorrow but she could not help herself all of her mental training to suppress her feelings did not matter anymore.
“Please!” she pleaded again in tears “I do not v’ish to give up on jo, I want jo back!”
She couldn’t hold back the tears she felt so horrible in side, like she was cut off from everyone she knew. She hugged her friend there cheeks side by side as Pluto wept. No longer the strong German girl that she was perceived; she hugged her friend tightly and pulled back not even a wince or response. “Mien god please….” She said looking into the closed eyes of the young woman. Then to her soft lips, she pressed her lips on sirens kissing her, she didn’t know why, how, feelings unknown.
She pulled back and looked down her long green hair hiding her tear covered face.
“Siren” she her words wisped silently out of her mouth “Can jo hear me?”
Her hand hesitantly reached up to sirens shoulder. She shook her lightly, but no response only the image of cold and lifeless body of her friend. Grief started to fill Pluto; maybe it was to late for her she arrived to late. No, it can’t be siren is strong, she is a strong woman. Her hand slid along her skin and to her neck and then cheek. Only a faint since of warmth came from her. She leaned down a little more brushing some of her hair from her cheek.
“Siren, mien friend please wake” She said softly, almost pleadingly.
Still no response from her friend none at all not even a sigh or a response to her. This was tearing her up Pluto found her self so helpless; nothing in her power could save her friend. Not even out of this mind state, not even in it. Her fist pounded into the ground.
“SIREN” she pleaded in desperation. Her hands shook her friend but still no response. ….Please” her head hung, as her long green hair fell the dead grass. Pluto’s eyes closed and she gritted her teeth, her right hand rested on her friends clasped hands. Taking them into her palm griping it tightly then letting go slightly as she breathed in then out almost in tears over the guilt she felt.
“Jo means so much to me, I-I can’t let Jo go……” she confessed in whisper.
“Jo smile………..cheerful words……….Jo mean so much….”
“I’m sorry…….so sorry….please forgive me….I should of never left jo…”
“I should have told jo…..I’m sorry…..Say something please…”
“Forgive me for what I have done……”
She griped sirens hands again and looked up at her tears of sorrow balled up in her eyes glazed over she wept. With a blink of her eyes a tear rolled down her cheek and still there was no response from her friend.
She moved above her friend face to face with her biting her lip a tear fell from her cheek to Sirens. This was completely unusual Pluto was not new to sorrow but she could not help herself all of her mental training to suppress her feelings did not matter anymore.
“Please!” she pleaded again in tears “I do not v’ish to give up on jo, I want jo back!”
She couldn’t hold back the tears she felt so horrible in side, like she was cut off from everyone she knew. She hugged her friend there cheeks side by side as Pluto wept. No longer the strong German girl that she was perceived; she hugged her friend tightly and pulled back not even a wince or response. “Mien god please….” She said looking into the closed eyes of the young woman. Then to her soft lips, she pressed her lips on sirens kissing her, she didn’t know why, how, feelings unknown.
She pulled back and looked down her long green hair hiding her tear covered face.
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Back in the conscious world...
Kris' countenance clouded with grief a little, and a tear rolled down her cheek. Looking don at the two girls she called friend, she lightly squeezed Pluto's shoulder. She knew inside it most likely wasn't going to get any better, but still had hope that it would.
"I'm so sorry, Green," she whispered. "I wish it never had to come to this."
Kris' countenance clouded with grief a little, and a tear rolled down her cheek. Looking don at the two girls she called friend, she lightly squeezed Pluto's shoulder. She knew inside it most likely wasn't going to get any better, but still had hope that it would.
"I'm so sorry, Green," she whispered. "I wish it never had to come to this."
"In blessed memory of Sister Mercy (Sister Mary Catherine St. Claire {Dec 12, 1923 - unknown date})
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
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As Pluto's tears land in the grass, Winged Siren sighs heavily, as her arms lift gentely down to her sides. Her head turns, ever so slightly, and her eyelids slowly flutter open. As Pluto's head jerks up at the slightest sounds, she finds her reflection in Winged Siren's darks eyes, framed by her long lashes.
In her eyes, reflect every color ever seen. From her eyes, every color returns, the grass, the sky, her hair and skin, every color returns to where it belongs, bringing with it an explosion of life to every withered stalk of grass, every drooping leaf, pirceing the sky with the whitest clouds, framed by the brightest blue. And just as abruptly, the scene begins to disintergrate into the shineing whiteness that encompasses every color. As the scene fades to white, Siren meets Pluto's shocked gaze. Her eyes are cohenrent. Her words are sane.
and she says.
ever so quitely.
"Plu...to""
Before everything is lost in white.
...
Back on the material world, the girl lays quite for only another second or two, before suddenly sitting up, cascades of green hair falling over her chest, rippling over her back. She meets Kris's wide eyed asthonishment, and Pluto's tear filled gaze, and even smiles slightly at Doctor Conrads as his mouth falls open in amazement.
Her voice is small, she hasn't used it in so long. She gentely squeezes the hands of the two girls seated on either side of her, and breaks into a smile as glorious as the sunrise.
"Hello, classmates."
There are no more words, just tears on each others shoulders. And smiles in thier hearts.
fin.
In her eyes, reflect every color ever seen. From her eyes, every color returns, the grass, the sky, her hair and skin, every color returns to where it belongs, bringing with it an explosion of life to every withered stalk of grass, every drooping leaf, pirceing the sky with the whitest clouds, framed by the brightest blue. And just as abruptly, the scene begins to disintergrate into the shineing whiteness that encompasses every color. As the scene fades to white, Siren meets Pluto's shocked gaze. Her eyes are cohenrent. Her words are sane.
and she says.
ever so quitely.
"Plu...to""
Before everything is lost in white.
...
Back on the material world, the girl lays quite for only another second or two, before suddenly sitting up, cascades of green hair falling over her chest, rippling over her back. She meets Kris's wide eyed asthonishment, and Pluto's tear filled gaze, and even smiles slightly at Doctor Conrads as his mouth falls open in amazement.
Her voice is small, she hasn't used it in so long. She gentely squeezes the hands of the two girls seated on either side of her, and breaks into a smile as glorious as the sunrise.
"Hello, classmates."
There are no more words, just tears on each others shoulders. And smiles in thier hearts.
fin.
I'm SUCH a tart!