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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 15, 2008 21:43:40 GMT -5
"So you have need of me?" said a voice from the door, the words not loud but deliberate. The words were so carefully and correctly spoken that it came close to an accent, and the man who had spoken them stood in the doorway, his stiff, almost military posture similar to Zet's.
His brown hair was tied tightly away from his face, though it reached down to his belt, and eyes the same shade watched them with what once would have been a gaze sharp enough to cut. Now it was dulled by a resigned weariness, though no less dangerous because of it. The drow glanced in his direction, and an unspoken question passed between them.
"My apologies. Your thoughts are little more than white noise to me, but it is hard ignore echoes of my own name. I admit I listened in on your conversation," the strange man said, shrugging his shoulders slightly as if it were no matter. Zet apparently didn't think it was one, either, since he gestured him inside the room.
"Cecil, this is Ronove," Zet said flatly. "He may be able to identify your ailment."
"I will," Ronove said, with the unassuming confidence of one stating they were going to breathe for the day. "Whether I can cure it, however, is another matter. If you would give me your head?" He moved to Cecil and offered his hands, which were as delicate as any scholar's, more used to holding a pen then a pickaxe. Though as to where a gun fit between those lines, who could say?
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Post by Arual on Sept 16, 2008 14:24:42 GMT -5
The young man turned to face Ronove and nodded, his dark red eyes relaxed nonetheless, he tried to keep his cool now, knowing throwing some tantrum or being like he was before all panicked was not going to get him anywheres. "Nice to meet you." he said. The feeling of lightheadedness was forced aside now- knowing that it wasn't anything worth worrying over.
Cecil made no hesitation in whether to trust the new face or not, and went over to Ronove to meet him; then lowering his head so it went as far forward as it could go and waited for the man to finish. Something was different about him, like Zet and the man- other then some obvious expressions, hold of self, and way they spoke; they were very nearly each half of a whole personality....in some odd way. His black spiky hair blew only at the tips as a small regulation of air circulated throughout the room to keep it cool for the summer time, toes were enclosed in his running style (light weight) shoes and Cecil's hands kept at their sides still as a board and yet very relaxed at the same time.
The nurses were wrong, of couse; though they managed to get almost all the damage to the boy's body completely healed and fixed where needed. Most bones and such were scarred up and clamped back together by tissues and out-of-place joints along with wounds deep and threatening sealed, sown, and gaussed to help the body's insides make another layer of muscle and whatever else needed to keep it in tact. Those nurses knew how to work, but they did a poor job of tedious and important examination to the point of contact or of origin depending on what and where they saw a certain problem. With a few screws inside a little bit loose and a few barely severed bits due to a few hits of impact, it seemed like it wasn't anything that you couldnt get over in time. But, while it was true for Cecil, there were a few other things (some from using Blood Blade- where most of his problems started from) that caused him to have a harder, more agonizing recovery. His head was the one thing which would reveal the truth.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 16, 2008 19:46:01 GMT -5
He accepted it and put his fingers at Cecil's temple, the flare of the young man's life pulsing under his fingertips. His temperature was a degree or two above average for his body type, but nothing serious, unless a slight headache was serious today. Then, casting his soul around him, he delved into the student's mind. It was a dark universe, though not without its stars. The wrongness, the hurt, it all showed as a pulsing cancer against the glow suffused by the structures of his mind. Red, seeping, feeding.
After examining closely for a moment, he receded back into his own vessel and removed his hands. "Trauma, remains of a murder tear, which seems to have evolved into a dissociative identity disorder. Soon recollective connections severed in the struggle for dominance, easily reconnected. The trauma is easy enough to handle. It's healing as we speak. The DID is a more serious problem. There are several solutions to it, but none are without their certain sacrifice. As for your memory, that was the problem that held your concern, correct? I can right it whenever you wish."
Zet listened to this all without a change of expression, but he glanced at Cecil to observe the young student's answer.
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Post by Arual on Sept 16, 2008 19:59:25 GMT -5
He looked at Zet a second, his eyes looking at the blindfold momentarily before Cecil nodded. "....Please." He had heard what Ronove had said, and was bittersweet about the news. Cecil had lifted his head up for a second when Ronove's hands came off his head.
"But....what's DID?" Cecil added. He wasn't great in science or something with as confusing acronymns as 'DID', which could mean ANYTHING!!!! The boy wanted to know.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 16, 2008 20:11:13 GMT -5
"It is disassociate identity disorder," Ronove repeated patiently. "It tends to appear after a traumatic event of some kind, or a long chain of stress without reprieve. The mind will create another identity, one it subconsciously feels will better deal with the external situation. This identity is false but quite independent, and mattering on aggressiveness, can severely interfere with ordinary life. Memory of times when the other identity is 'in control' is rare but not unheard of, and a combination of suppressive pills and counseling has an acceptable percent of success in the realm of mundane medicines."
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Post by Arual on Sept 16, 2008 20:29:14 GMT -5
Cecil felt just a bit embarrassed by the need to repeat that. However, he knew now a little more on what he...or at least someone other then him had to choose to get him back to normal again. The young man's eyes fell to the floorboards.
That other personality. What was it? He knew what it wanted- how it sounded......but what did it make him do? No. He didn't want to know.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 17, 2008 19:50:01 GMT -5
Ronove inclined his head in a quick nod and stood. The entire room seemed to swell with a sound, more felt than heard, just on the edge of one's hearing, that buzzed in the empty air. The frequency grew louder, and the classroom seemed to fade out under a grayish light that came to blot out everything. Then, after a few seconds, everything fell away to normality.
"Your injuries have recovered fully," he said, a slight edge of disappointment on his voice, bordering disdain. It wasn't directed at the present company, however. What was it that they taught to the school's medical wing? Certainly any healing done in that boy's body was an accident; no one could fail so thoroughly unless that was the intent in the first place. Sarcasm aside, he did one last scan of Cecil and found the results satisfactory, though his schism would have to be dealt with separately.
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Post by Arual on Sept 17, 2008 19:59:28 GMT -5
"Thank you, Ronove." answered Cecil, much more at center with himself knowing that things would get better from here as far as most of his problems went. Now he also knew what was going on inside his head, and couldn't help be try and resist the temptation of knowing what the other half was like.....how bad it had gotten.
The feeling in his body, the warmth inside him, still felt very cold...icy even- but at the moment.....it warmed a little. Was this good?
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 17, 2008 20:30:07 GMT -5
"Think nothing of it," the man replied, meeting an assumed glance with Zet before leaving.
"Better?" Zet asked, a bit of dry humor creeping up into his words. Sometimes he couldn't help trying to take a shot at laughter and happiness. Habit more than anything. An echo of a habit.
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Post by Arual on Sept 17, 2008 20:35:21 GMT -5
"What, knowing that I can fix whatever the rest needs to be done about my split personality- or I won't forget how to get to my dorm?" he said with a bit of the same.....though focused on another subject.
"But...thank you, too."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 18, 2008 20:23:47 GMT -5
"You are welcome," he replied, shrugging to the first question. A bit of a silence held in the air, but Zet finally broke it with his quiet voice. "Darishan. Jen. Dali. Your father. These are powerful ghosts to you, memories that can stalk. So?" The tone of his voice seemed to state that 'so what?' was not an appropriate answer.
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Post by Arual on Sept 18, 2008 20:40:04 GMT -5
"We all have ghosts," he said deep in thought; finally feeling like he should for the most part. (Well, DID is getting there) Cecil swallowed the words he wanted to say with a bitter taste; though it did not show on his face any more then something sorrowful in is heart. Naturally. "....I don't plan to forget my brother, or Darishan." Would he have to say more about the other two? He took a deep breath again and stood strong now, finally able to push forward once more. "My ghost can haunt me if they like....but I'll be the one saying when they will."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 18, 2008 20:43:13 GMT -5
"Strong words," the drow murmured approvingly. "And your future? What have you thought of your destiny?"
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Post by Arual on Sept 18, 2008 20:49:11 GMT -5
"I don't care what it is," responded the young man, his shoulders hiking slightly. "I'll let things run its course the way it does. If I find something along the way, I'll cling to as long as I can....." Cecil's crimson eyes were sincere, and looked past the blindfold even though it was there. "There's nothing else I think I could do right now."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 23, 2008 19:31:40 GMT -5
"So you have no aspirations?" he inquired in deadpan. If it was anyone but Zet (or maybe Darishan), one would think he was horribly bored from the tone of voice. That was not the case.
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