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Post by Tzu Mei on Jun 24, 2010 14:00:28 GMT -5
Tzu Mei woke up flat on his back in the makeshift infirmary some time after this incident. A frantic bit of fumbling revealed that while he was still armored and in possession of his precious sword, his sniper rifle was nowhere to be seen. Presumably one of his comrades had taken it after he had been injured. He knew better than to sit up in his condition, especially since he was sure his fumbling hadn't done his injuries any good, but he did shift his head around to try to see where the medic (there had to be one, right?) was. |
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Post by Aravind Shiyal on Jun 24, 2010 22:40:09 GMT -5
Aravind, lounging against the wall, started when Tzu woke up. He inclined his head to the professor, his expression neutral. He wasn't sure what Tzu Mei would remember, if anything-- or whether his mind was still set on "War Zone," which he fervently hoped it was not.
"Glad to see you awake. You feeling alright?"
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Post by Tzu Mei on Jun 24, 2010 23:11:40 GMT -5
"How bad is it?" Tzu Mei asked. He meant his wound, of course. He rather doubted that he would be alive right now if the rebels had taken over. At the very least, he would be well on his way to a messy execution. "And did we lose anybody? Rahim made it through his first battle, right?" He wanted to sit up and look for the new recruit, but he knew better. He had to lie still.
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Post by Aravind Shiyal on Jun 25, 2010 0:35:39 GMT -5
Aravind paused for a moment, then had an idea. "Well, it looks like your wound is going to heal up all right-- but you knocked your head on a rifle stock when you fell off the barrier. The painkillers should be taking care of any headache, but we need to make sure there was no brain trauma."
He pulled a slightly crumpled sheet of paper out of his pocket and pretended to muse over it for a moment. "The medics gave me a list of questions-- what is the current date?" After a pause, he added, "You were only out for a few hours, so there's no confusion."
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Post by Tzu Mei on Jun 25, 2010 11:42:32 GMT -5
Those had to be good painkillers; he only felt a dull ache in his shoulder. "It's July 7th, 2005. They chose the day when the military wouldn't be active." He made an irritated sound. "That damned holiday. Why don't they think?"
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Post by Aravind Shiyal on Jun 25, 2010 13:50:37 GMT -5
"...Interesting."
Running a hand over his hair, Aravind pretended to consult the paper again, trying to think. He wished someone with some basic psychological knowledge was there.
"Can you tell me where you are?"
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Post by Tzu Mei on Jun 25, 2010 14:21:14 GMT -5
"A government safe-house in Treministan. About 10 miles south of the capitol." Tzu Mei made another irritated sound. "Too close to the capitol."
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Post by Aravind Shiyal on Jun 25, 2010 18:04:52 GMT -5
Aravind took a moment, trying to make up his mind, then sighed. He had no idea whether Tzu Mei would snap out of this on his own, and they couldn't just wait around, knocking him out every time he started acting dangerous.
"Actually, you're wrong," he said. "It's 2010, and we're in the United States. I'm not sure why exactly you seem to be convinced otherwise, but I can provide proof, if necessary." He tensed up a bit, ready to run from the room if he had to; the man looked dangerous, and still had a sword on his person.
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Post by Tzu Mei on Jun 25, 2010 18:27:07 GMT -5
"You're messing with me. Make fun of the injured one, why don't you?" Tzu laughed. "The United States wouldn't let us in. They'd lock us away." He said a few things in Urdu which, though not obvious what they exactly meant, certainly didn't sound complimentary. He seemed to be treating Shiyal's words like they were a poorly-made joke. Interestingly, he seemed more concerned about the location than the date. "Next time, say somewhere a little closer to home."
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Post by Aravind Shiyal on Jun 25, 2010 18:30:01 GMT -5
Wordlessly, Aravind reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet, which was old, battered, and made of canvas-- and contained, among other things, his passport, driver's license, and Faculty ID for St. Dymphna's Academy. He tossed it underhanded to Tzu Mei, making it an easy catch to his "uninjured" arm.
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Post by Tzu Mei on Jun 25, 2010 18:44:47 GMT -5
Tzu Mei caught it and began single-handedly rifling through it. "American money, but that's common enough," he muttered to himself as he pulled out a wad of bills. He set them to the side and continued shuffling. "American passport. The year's too late..." He held it up to the light to check for signs of forgery, then quite suddenly dropped both the passport and wallet in order to clasp both hands to his head.
"What's wrong with me?" he asked no on in particular after giving a groan of pain. He rolled over and quickly darted over to huddle beneath a desk. "Hurts..." Oh dear, it seemed that a mental crisis had begun. This would probably take quite a while if he had to go through it alone.
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Post by Aravind Shiyal on Jun 25, 2010 18:58:26 GMT -5
Aravind, alarmed, leapt up and went over to where Tzu Mei was huddled beneath the desk. Tentatively, he would've put an arm out.
"It's alright..." He would've asked if Tzu remembered anything of the past few days, but didn't want to push him. Without a ready course of action, he settled for just hunkering down there, by the desk, waiting to make sure he was alright.
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Post by Verin Vetis Malphus on Jun 25, 2010 19:05:05 GMT -5
"Ah, professor, here you are!" Verin was standing in the doorway, wearing his mask and hood again. He was holding a chunk of black metal, lighter than it looked but more durable than most earthly metals. "I realised I didn't know when the attack would be, so I went ahead and put all my energy into summoning you a samp-" Verin took another look, and saw the professor wasn't really in the mood to discuss fortifications. "Yeesh. Uh.. forget I was here." He continued on his path down the corridor.
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Post by Tzu Mei on Jun 25, 2010 19:19:27 GMT -5
Tzu Mei curled up a bit tighter. "Hurts." He began rambling a bit, primarily in Urdu but with the occasional word in English. "Why?" could be heard a lot, as could a number of generic pained sounds.
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Post by Aravind Shiyal on Jun 25, 2010 19:21:54 GMT -5
Aravind shot a death glare at Verin as he came by-- the last thing he needed was someone enabling this! The atmosphere got a bit tenser as Tzu Mei didn't seem to be responsive, and he risked putting a hand on the man's arm, ready to leap back, again, if something didn't seem right.
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Post by Tzu Mei on Jun 25, 2010 19:45:57 GMT -5
Tzu Mei reaction to suddenly having his arm touched was to quickly glance about to see who was there. He stared at Shiyal for a few seconds, then flopped over to lean on him. "Why does my head hurt?" he asked. Well, at least the sentence was somewhat literate. It had a verb and everything.
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Post by Aravind Shiyal on Jun 25, 2010 19:56:29 GMT -5
"You were-- Well, we tricked you into thinking you'd been injured," he said quietly. "You were building a wall around the school, and carrying a rifle. Myself and another teacher brought you back inside after you blacked out. Your head probably hurts from the illusion." He carefully did not mention Professor Freeman, just in case Tzu Mei didn't remember the incident, and took offense to their actions.
After a brief hesitation, he added, "Do you remember anything of the past few months-- teaching here?"
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Post by Tzu Mei on Jun 25, 2010 20:13:02 GMT -5
A groan escaped the professor's lips as he leaned in closer. His eyes were glazed over slightly. "Students. Have to work them hard, the little bastards." He gave a short laugh. "There a counselor in this place?"
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