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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Feb 3, 2008 11:08:25 GMT
Tifa wiped her brow. She had just finished another lesson in Martial arts and like always, she was tired. However, she still have things to do, such as get to work.
She had never been late to work in her life, she wasn't about to start now. She ran out of her Master's door and towards the Mt. Nibel Touring building. She stopped just before she got to the door, took a breath and walked in.
"Anything?" She asked the man behind the desk.
He shook his head.
Tifa shrugged and went back outside to practice what Master Zangan had taught her that day. She was getting better, but she felt she still had much to learn.
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Post by StingWolf on Mar 5, 2008 22:23:03 GMT
Sting, a youthful yet insane murderer searched for ultimate power. He wanted to kill and destroy the entire planet. He moved through the town of Nibelheim for the first time in his life. He moved slowly and he seemed very weak, especially so when he stopped near the entrance of the town. He crouched down and began to cough up blood. Sting was always scheming, exploring, and murdering. However, he relied on secrecy especially when moving in for a kill.
Sting was like a phantom, moving through the shadows and stealing the souls of the living, yet never being known. He was hard to find when he hid, and he was virtually and unknown on the planet. Though he killed many people with his poison, he was never identified, interrogated, or arrested. Sting was very dangerous and very intelligent. As he walked into the town he noticed it was a small place, but there were civilian all over the town that cause no threat, to him the people were only guinea pigs. They were to be test subjects for his poisons.
Sting withdrew a dagger with a strange chemical coating it. It wasn’t a lethal poison, but instead a paralyzer. Sting was readying to test a new poison on a human. The poison he held in a small bottle and it had been tested on animals. The effects it had held during it’s first test had burnt areas of the skin without leaving a mark. It was kind of like an acid, which seemed to have no external effect. The poison would be absorbed through skin contact and burn through an organism internally.
The poison had no immediate effect, but after about ten minutes or so, the poison would spread and pain could be felt. After twenty minutes the poison would reach a vital organ and burn it. Five minutes later the organism would die. Fortunately the poison has never been used on a human. Unfortunately however, Sting wanted to test it on a human very badly. Even worse is that he wanted to test it on the innocent people of Nibelheim. Sting readied his dagger to paralyze a victim and move them to a secluded spot where in which he would test his newest concoction.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Mar 7, 2008 2:14:00 GMT
Tifa, just getting done practicing, looked around her home town. Everything seemed semi-normal, except for the new-comer. He looked suspicious, eyeing the people around him. Tifa carefully walked towards him. She kept a safe distance from him, but close enough to seem friendly.
"Can I help you?" Tifa asked in her working voice.
She had never seen this guy before. He was young, although she couldn't quite tell how old. Although something told her to be careful.
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Post by StingWolf on Mar 7, 2008 3:25:35 GMT
Sting crouched over as Tifa approached him. Sting coughed up even more blood. He was in a trance, he was always in a trance, but this time his mind didn’t wonder about murder, but his well-being. That stupid doctor must have lied!! Each day it’s harder to move, it’s harder to breath. I should kill that son-of-a-bitch doctor when I return to the city. Sting looked up at Tifa as she spoke to him, his bloodshot eyes staring past her seemingly friendly exterior. Sting could see that she was being careful, he was after all, an oddity. But he wasn’t sure yet if he could get close enough to draw his blade to strike her.
Sting was growing weary. His body had trouble moving. He was out of breath already and hasn’t even moved much. Sting was melting away from the inside out. He tried to ignore everyone around him until the distanced was close enough for his dagger to break the skin of innocence. Sting mumbled to himself softly, ”Twenty two, must be something wrong. If I could live till nineteen I’d be surprised.” Sting collapsed to his knees. He couldn’t even support his weight. He was dying slowly.
Sting took out the object that probably was hastening his death. It was a flask with vodka in it. The smell of alcohol spread through the air as he opened up the flask. He took a big swig and closed up the flask. Sting’s alcohol held two purposes at this time. It helped him deaden some of the pain he was feeling, and it readied him for fire breathing. Sting was killing himself and his anger it what drives him to kill without mercy. Sting eased his hand into his coat and gripped the bottle with his newest poison. The only thing stopping him from an open attack was that he wanted a controlled environment in which to experiment.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Mar 7, 2008 20:11:21 GMT
Tifa took half a step closer to the young man as he collapsed onto the ground and started coughing up blood. He seemed to be about her age, but she still couldn't quite tell. When she saw his hand reach into his coat, she stopped cold in her tracks.
"Ca...can I help you?" Tifa stuttered.
She started looking around to the people around her. There weren't many of them but there were still a few people nearby. She turned her attention back to the young man.
"Maybe I can get a doctor for you?" She asked.
"And my master." She thought to herself. He'd know what to do.
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Post by StingWolf on Mar 25, 2008 10:42:37 GMT
((OOC: Sorry it took me a while, I’ve been a little busy, but I’m back!! )) Sting moved slowly, he knew what was happening to his body. He also knew that no doctor would ever be able to help him. He just wanted the power to kill as many people as possible. He didn’t want to die alone, and he tried to guarantee that others would die along with him. He wanted to turn the world into what his organs were becoming, melted waste. Sting’s newest poison would be the closest thing to that. Being almost like an acid that attacked a body’s internal organs, it was a quicker version of how Sting was dying. He coughed up more blood on the ground, at this point Sting figure he could give up on testing his new poison right away. He was dying slowly and he felt as if someone was continuously punching him in the stomach. He was sick, and not just mentally. Sting’s head was burning up and he had a dangerously high fever. It just seemed health was something that was never good for Sting. “No doctor can help me.” Sting mumbled at the girl. Sting put his Vodka and poison in a secure spot in his coat. He knew that the test was not to be, or at least not until he was able to stand up correctly. He tried to keep himself standing but found it impossible as he dropped back down to his knees. His hands shook. His anger subsided for the moment and it was replaced be a sharp pain he felt in his stomach. Sting couldn’t move, his pain was too great. He dropped his entire body forward, his head bouncing off the hardened ground. He wrapped both his arms around his stomach as he tried to keep himself from throwing up.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Apr 6, 2008 2:41:56 GMT
Tifa, forgetting that she needed to be cautious, ran to the man that had just fallen. She put her hand on his back and tried to think of something to do to help.
As a child ran by, she grabbed his hand. "Get the doctor." Tifa commanded.
Tifa put her hand on his forehead and felt that he was running a huge temperature. She tried to remember everything her mother had ever done when her temperature was high. She called over a woman to her. The woman didn't get very close, but was close enough that Tifa wouldn't have to yell at her.
"Get some cool water and anything else you think might help a temperature." Tifa was still too young to know exactly what to do.
She watched as the woman ran off. She turned her attention back to the man lying on the ground in obvious pain.
"Can you tell me what is wrong?" Tifa asked, not really expecting an answer.
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Post by StingWolf on Apr 6, 2008 5:32:08 GMT
Sting shot his head up as he lay on the ground. His angry was blaringly obvious as he yelled. “What’s wrong?!?! I’m dying that’s what’s wrong!!!” Sting’s body was twitching from the pain he felt spreading through his body and the anger he felt towards everything. With blood dripping from his head where he hit the ground, Sting tried to stand himself up. He wasn’t able to think properly and his vision was blurring. To him he really thought his time had come early, and perhaps it had.
The way Sting’s body was reacting he was definitely running out of time to live. Perhaps he was right and the doctor predicted the wrong age. It was becoming painfully clear that Sting had a lot more problems than a fever. “You’re foolish!!! Everyone is foolish!!!” Sting’s eyes were moving to see everything, but so quickly that he takes in nothing. Sting managed to stand up to his feet finally but only briefly. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell backwards his head on a collision course with the hard ground.
From a distance it was a frightening site to see someone fall backwards with nothing to protect them their head. From up close it must have been impossible to see and react to the situation. Deep in his mind, Sting for the slightest moment, forgot his anger and was ready to accept his death with open arms. No Materia could help him. No medicine could treat him. And now he was beginning to feel more of the severe effects from his disease. With every second his life was growing shorter and his organs and insides melting away into nothing. Perhaps Sting was finally going to give up.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Apr 27, 2008 2:06:52 GMT
Tifa, forgetting all caution, ran forward and tried to catch the man's head before it hit the ground. She didn't quite make it. She cringed when she heard his head hit the ground. She quickly picked up his head and put it in her lap.
She heard others coming out to see what was going on; but she didn't see them. She could hear the doctor coming up behind her...or someone coming up behind her. She didn't dare twist around to see who it was for fear that the man would suffer more damage if she moved him even a little.
The doctor slid down beside her and started to examine the young man. Tifa didn't pay much attention to what the Doctor was doing. She kept her eyes on the small indent in the ground from the impact of the man's head.
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Post by StingWolf on Apr 27, 2008 4:42:56 GMT
The man was alive from the impact, and even retained his consciousness. Sting opened his eyes, blurred from the impact his head experienced. As the doctor arrived, Sting reacted to the presence. He didn’t even realize Tifa had put his head on her lap. Sting lifted his head and moved his hand towards the doctor his hidden knife shined for a second before he pulled it out against the doctor. “My sting is furious and unforgiving. Thy soul shall be mine, in the fiery pit.”
He was talking nonsense, the alcohol affecting his mind and his aim as his blade missed cutting the doctor’s throat. Sting lost his consciousness soon after he tried to kill the doctor. His head falling back into Tifa’s lap and his blade slipping from his sleeve. His blades shined with the poison that coated it, it was lethal if it made contact with a person’s bloodstream. The young man revealed his weapon, but there was much more underneath his layers, including various types of poison a few blades, and alcohol.
He knew that the girl and the doctor would soon learn of his condition upon a further examination. His collision with the ground was the least of Sting’s worries. His organs were melting away and he just attempted to murder a doctor. If he weren’t so weakened, the doctor would have been dead. Sting’s mind stayed active as his body fell asleep. I missed the doctor. And that girl, where did she go? Was it she that my head was resting on? What in the world is happening to me?!?!
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Apr 28, 2008 3:33:55 GMT
He moved to quick for Tifa to react. She saw the knife go for the doctor and saw the poison on it as well. The man dropped it before it got to the doctor. She picked up the knife and examined it. She didn't know much about them, but she knew it was dangerous.
TIfa made eye contact with the doctor for a moment before grabbing the man's shoulders; even though she knew that she wouldn't be much help if he reacted like that again. With one hand, she threw the knife away from them before holding his other shoulder while the doctor examined him.
Waiting for the okay from the doctor to lift him, she watched his face for any sign or clue as to what may be wrong.
The doctor touched her arm, and made her jump a little.
"Can you help me move him to my office?" The doctor asked.
Tifa nodded and lifted his head a little. She carried him, hanging onto his shoulders while the doctor carried his feet.
When they got to his office, she laid him down on one of the work tables and helped the doctor strap him in. While the doctor started his examinations, Tifa stayed off to one side, but watched everything that was going on. Mostly, she watched the young man that was unconscious on the table.
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