Closed Out of the Cage, into the Fire (Shainn)

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The Ravosala ride was rather quick and soon the man stopped his pole against the base of a small arching bridge. The front of the craft gravitated over to the platform where the smells and sounds of a rather lively crowd could be gathered. The poler looked to his fares. “Three silvers, if’n ya please.” He looked from the young man to the little woman who was already opening a small coin purse and taking out four metal tokens. She handed them to the driver and started to get out. Her wobble signaled a need for help to get out of the narrow boat.

Once she had made it up to the narrow walkway, Laisa would help Shainn up and drag him by his arm towards The Spot. Something was going on tonight; the place was packed clear out the door. The young couple was denied entrance simply by lack of space. There was a window that shone a beam of concentrated light filtered through the grimy glass which was slightly yellowed from years of smoke and filth. Inside was a man and a woman tangled up in some kind of performance. They wore matching outfits adorned with gaudy bright colors and way too much silk. They looked like they were part of an accident in a dream where the world was made of eye-bleeding hues and everyone was cheering them on for more. Closer inspection revealed that the dance routine was laced with seductive glimpses of flesh for both men and women but why the huge crowd?

Suddenly, the door’s cluster parted like a book being opened with great force and three men were cast out into the canal by the bouncers. A woman sauntered out amidst the stares and snickering grins hidden behind hands and scarves.

“Having been shown my mercy by the waters of Lake Ravok, do you still refuse to pay me what I’m owed?” Her hands went to her hips as they jutted to the left revealing a milky leg of gentle muscle. The flowing wrap of burgundy linen parted just enough to let the entire peanut gallery see just how beautiful this woman was. Her hair flowed in long, dark curls around her shoulders with a life of its own given by the flickering torch light.

“Mercy?!” One man shouted back from the canal.

The woman stepped the edge and leaned forward in a lunge that gave her a very predatory allure. “Mercy!” She spat. “You stole from Nyssa! You’re lucky to not be anchored by a lead basket right now!” She drew a small dagger from her garter and tossed it behind her for emphasis. The blade stuck into the doorpost.

Laisa sidled up next to Shainn and wrapped herself into him as if to make her body smaller. Her voice was barely a whisper. “That’s the woman you have to talk to?” She swallowed a lump and looked up to the kelvic with wide eyes of uncertainty.



Boxcode credit: Karin Ironyach.
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[Shainn]

Title Day, Season,Year Shainn was surprised that this woman had helped him earlier before with the guard. He came close with those papers. If he would confront another guard with a morale like the last ones, Shainn was sure to be titled as a slave, and his rescue operation would be over before he even knew it. He had to play it safe. The safer the better, these city guards were nothing like the ones at the KRI. Shainn noted that. He had to make sure that he wouldn't step on the wrong side of the line when confronting another guard. "Erm, thanks..." Shainn began. Corbin always said that he should pay his respect after someone does something nice for you. It was customary, that's what Shainn had believed at least... "-with the guard? You didn't have to do that for me?" Maybe Shainn was sliding a little to the selfish side again. Shainn usually looked out for himself, and didn't think about people being selfless here at Ravok. Although, there are a lot of people with power here, there can be some good people who don't abuse that power. The driver asked for three silvers. It seemed like an average price. The driver glanced at Shainn, and Shainn jumped to action however appeared to be slowly as he was dumbfounded by counting coins. Of course he knew how to count... the scientists at the KRI did teach him things other than to be flirty. Shainn was just too focused on what just happened, that he couldn't really overcome it. The only other nice person that the Kelvic had come across was Professor Corbin, and Shainn didn't think of anyone else being actually nice to him. Even if he wasn't completely registered as a citizen... Once the boat stopped rocking on the water, Laisa had helped Shainn to step off the boat. In return, he helped her too. The Kelvic nodded towards the driver and walked besides Laisa. "The name's Shainn..." The Kelvic said with a slight shrug. His name really didn't sound important to him. He was given it to him at birth by one of the scientists, and been staying at the KRI for as long as he could remember. Never had a last name and didn't really mind it either. As the two walked down the street, there was a commotion that had gathered Shainn's attention. If it we're up to him, he would've been flying around the city still. Though, it was obvious that humans can't really speak the language of animals. There was a man being tossed about, with a gorgeous looking dark woman, and a couple men who were with her. The man was asking for mercy since he stole from her. Shainn's ears were ringing as they're volume was really loud. He cleaned his ears out with his index fingers as he thought that that'll do something. However, it had no effect. "Nyssa..." Shainn hissed. He turned to face Laisa. "I'm petched." Shainn said as he looked back at the scenario taking place. "I- erm don't want to interfere? Maybe we can catch her when she's not busy trying to-" Shainn stopped himself and shook his head. He thought about Corbin, and how he could be tortured endlessly for having his research stolen because of a deceptive, and beautiful woman, she was also dangerous... Corbin never mentioned that she could be dangerous! It didn't matter how much dangerous Shainn liked to put himself through. He knew better not to get himself killed. He always ran away, but if Shainn wants to learn more about his Kelvic Shapeshifting abilities. He needed to get the research, and Shainn... as selfish as he was, he didn't want the other Kelvics going through so much torment as Shainn was. He would be letting a lot of people down... Even the one person who was looking out for him for a long time. Corbin. He couldn't live with that guilt, knowing that he had out lives at risk, and maybe even killed them.... "Nevermind what I said before... I have to talk to her. Hopefully she wouldn't be too hard to talk to. I know some ways of getting the girls to like me..." Albeit they were enforced at the KRI. Shainn wasn't really aggressive unless he was being told to do so.... Shainn took a look at Laisa to see if she wanted to come along. She came this far. So why not? If she wants to risk her life, she can, and Shainn will do his best to save her if he must, but Shainn needs his papers. They contain his information too... not just Corbin's research. "Hey!" Shainn piped up. "Let him go. He's a low-life rat who doesn't need to be dealt with!" Shainn said to one of the guys. "Nyssa has something of mine, that I need back." Shainn informed the woman, not getting too close. "By the way, didn't I mention... your eyes look as gorgeous as a crystal?" | "My Words." "My Thoughts." | "Your Words." |

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The bouncers watched this spindly youth approach. One grinned and the other scowled but it seemed that their boss hadn’t noticed the new face just yet. Things aren’t always as they seem. Nyssa was no ordinary hustler. She ran a great many things from her position in the dumpy little bar. Rumor had it that she was a blooded member of one of Ravok’s esteemed families which is why she held so much influence. Whether or not that was true had never been discovered. All that mattered was the present

Shainn had set upon a path to find his papers- to find himself. He stood against two very large men and a dangerous woman who commanded respect and a bit of fear from those around her. The raven locks danced about her porcelain skin as she retrieved her dagger from the side of the building. When she turned, a set of eyes stared at him like waters of Lake Ravok; deep and dark. “Interrupt me again, boy, and you can join those thieves.” Her thick lips curled in a smile that set a glow upon her expression and made it almost impossible to guess what type of emotion had released the grin. “I’ve been waiting for you.” She said as she gave the kelvic and up-down. Slowly, she made circles around the lad as if appraising a piece of property. “Is your friend a citizen?” Nyssa was referring to Laisa, of course. Without hesitating or stopping in her tracks, Nyssa waved her hand and headed back towards the door of the seedy establishment. “We’ll sort it out later. Bring them inside and take them to my study.”

The bouncers did not wait nor did they seem overly aggressive. The one closest to Shainn simply stood in a manner that suggested it would be best if the scruffy young fellow cooperated and marched himself into the bar. The other goon made a move towards Laisa but stopped and simply pointed at the door. The eyes of every drunkard and heathen squeezed onto the platform watched the two newcomers with interest. Everyone loved a good trouncing.

Nyssa paused at the open door and turned to Shainn and Laisa. “Come inside or join them.” She snapped her fingers and half a dozen men in nondescript clothing stepped from the crowd. Several had small crossbows, one had a sling and the rest pulled out daggers. Without any further instruction, they unloaded a barrage upon the men gasping and treading water off of the platform. In mere ticks, the three who believed they had been shown mercy were now dead and traveling down to the very bottom of the lake. Nyssa vanished inside with not enough interest or concern to even stay and watch. Cheers from the crowd and a few shaking heads accompanied the recent corpses to their watery graves while most of the attention returned to the kelvic and his girl. Would they defy Nyssa, too?



Boxcode credit: Karin Ironyach.
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[Shainn]

Title Day, Season,Year Text goes here. It seem r that Laisa had no choice, but was more so forced into the situation. Now Shainn had to keep her safe, and save Corbin, and keep his own skin in tact. He didn't like the odds with going up against goons that had weapons when Shainn didn't even know one thing about combat. The only thing he knew was how to seduce women, and to look out for himself. The two bigger goons that looked like Nyssa's right and left hand men had escorted Shainn and Laisa into the bar. The caramel skinned woman definitely smelled like Nyssa's. Her scent wrinkled Shainn's nose, and her scent smelled bitter and angry. It didn't feel right being in her presence, but Shainn needed Corbin's papers. It contained all of the information about Shainn, and the experiments that Shainn had to endure and the needles he had to deal with. He was prized by Corbin, and Shainn was doing so good, and Shainn wondered what Nyssa wanted with those papers, and he wondered why she was expecting him. Shainn couldn't help, but wonder. Shainn chose not to defy Nyssa, and would rather take the safer route. The Kelvic was still all so curious about Nyssa's actions, and he still wondered what Laisa might be thinking and hoped that they would both make it out safely. The safer the better, at least Shainn hoped so. | "My Words." "My Thoughts." | "Your Words." |

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Nyssa never once stopped to check behind her. She had no need to determine whether or not the kelvic and his ‘date’ were following the femme fatale. One who has worked as hard as the Dutchess -as she was known in some very dangerous circles- did not ever believe her orders would be questioned and for good reason. Once, a man who considered himself a player in the city’s underworld decided to ignore a stern request from Nyssa. He was found in pieces strewn across the entire city with rags tied to the random body parts...rags from one of Nyssa’s own gowns.

With a switch in her walk, the woman oozed confidence with every step as she cut a path through the crowded dive without a soul daring to touch her. Her goons walked slowly, lumbering behind the two guests, in the same line. Noise from gambling tables, a beat up piano and your average shyke hole drinking establishment filled the place as did the smells of drink, smoke, sweat and sex. The woman disappeared into her office which was little more than a closet with a chaise covered in furs. Lithe of muscle and shortage of attractive features, Nyssa draped herself onto the seat and then looked up with her cold eyes formed a sharp contrast to the warm robes that seemed to cling and fall from her supple form in all of the right places. Her voice was even but held no more emotion than the tone she had used with the bodies still sinking into the black depths of Lake Ravok. The bouncers ushered Shainn and Laisa into the office and then shut the door with one ending up on either side of it.

“So tell me, precious...did you really think you could come here and charm these documents from my hands?” She laughed with such a bright giggle that it almost threw off the malice masked underneath. “That fool, Corbin, may have been misguided in his efforts but he takes damn good notes.” She inclined her head a bit as she studied the lad. “He was wrong, though.” She flipped through a few pieces of parchment bound by a leather cord for a binding. “You’re not so much the ‘rogue’ sort as you are a scruffy lad.” The woman moved about on her reclined seat so that the garment fell from her leg clear to her hip and revealed a very elegant leg that was shadowed in just the right spots to set men on fire. Even Laisa and the bouncer shifted in their stances to get a better view. The curls played against her collarbone and shoulders as she continued in a very matter-of-fact tone.

“You have a choice, boy. You can try to take these things back from me and die in the process...or” she sat up suddenly with her gaze piercing the kelvic’s. “You can kill your girlfriend and come work for me as my pet.” Her feet swung round and touched the floor simultaneously with a gentle clap from both soles. Her elbows rested on her knees and her thighs parted which allowed the robes to fall like a cascading waterfall between the milky thighs.


Boxcode credit: Karin Ironyach.
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[Shainn]

Title Day, Season,Year Shainn was ushered into Nyssa's small room that she called her office. It was definitely bigger than his cage back at the KRI. He took note of the guard that slumped his large abode against the only entrance and exit to and from this room. There was no chance of surviving this escape; if he chose to do so. The papers were so close. She had them in her hand. Corbin's scent was strong. Hers was stronger. The scent of sweat and boiled up determination filled Shainn's senses. The Kelvic rubbed his nose and looked around the office to look for anything useful. When she called him precious. It sent a tingle down his spine. A cold tingle. He furrowed his brows and rubbed one of his boots on the ground. He felt uncomfortable. However, he didn't really know how to express his uncomfortableness through his actions without being discreet. He didn't learn much about social norms. Just a small amount of what he'd seen when going out with Corbin, or out hunting when he was rewarded to do so based on his improvement of his experiments. He stayed quiet as Nyssa talked. Her words reached his ears, and he understood the lack of emotion that she was putting through them. She was stone cold. She didn't care what happened to Shainn. She didn't give a rats arse if something happened to Corbin. With his research. It could develop the other Kelvics. It could possibly help them too. Like how its helping Shainn. Shainn watched with a twitching eye as Nyssa flipped through the pages of Corbin's notes. She didn't even look like someone who could do research such as Corbin. She wasn't like a scientist. She was more like a gang leader. Cunning. Conspicuous. Shainn didn't like how sour her words felt in his ears. Then she called him scruffy? Who does this petching woman think she was? Shainn was very annoyed. He looked at Laisa. She helped him get this far. She didn't have to come along with him, into this building. Shainn was paying close attention to her movements. Her gestures. Her legs. She wanted something? Shainn wanted the notes back. He wanted his information about him. He wanted his papers. He wanted- -There was so much that he wanted, but wanting something won't get him anything. He listened still. To kill the woman that he had just met? Nyssa thinks that she's his girlfriend. Laisa had just met Shainn. Shainn couldn't kill a person if he tried. They were different than rats or rabbits. Quite different. This definitely made Shainn's head throb. He his temples lightly. He obviously didn't want to kill Laisa for his papers back and to go back under another form of slavery. He wanted to be free. To roam the night with his grey feathers. Was there any other possible way that Shainn could get his papers, his life, Laisa's, and Corbin's? Without killing or being killed? Was she really this cruel? He looked down at Nyssa's legs. The temptation, her beauty. No wonder why Corbin fell to bed with her that night. Everyone was tempted to stare at her legs. Shainn wondered how well her legs could really move in bed. "You sure that-" he swallowed hard. He was so nervous, but he was self demanding the fact that he wants to be with Nyssa. It was a hard temptation to avoid. The KRI made Shainn seduce a lot of women through his experiments. It wasn't easy to not want that sex. He scratched his leg. The temptation. It was killing him. Obviously, she wasn't pleased with the night she had spent with Corbin. However, she stole his papers so maybe it was just to be a saboteur, and to get her sweaty, grubby hands on that research? "-I don't know. Settle this over with some sex?" Speaking about it made him feel comfortable it was the only thing he really knew. How to seduce people. He explored many different ways of what women liked and what they didn't like when having sex. Shainn wondered if those women that he had mated with we're slaves or paid prostitutes of the KRI? He looked over to Laisa, and did his best to get her trust. Shainn couldn't afford to kill people. That's not what he was put on this world to do, at least he thought so. He knew that killing was unnecessary, unless confronted with stressful scenarios. So he had that to go off of, but to kill someone he had just met for his own life to be saved... it felt wrong... Nyssa was stone cold. Stone cold. Colder than stone. "I won't kill her. It's not necessary to kill someone just because someone said so." He was a talker. Possibly not even a good charmer either. He could ramble on and on about what to do, or what not to do. He was a very contemplating being. Especially for being a Kelvic who's been on this world for three years; he's very cautious. "I will not, won't not kill her. She's helpless the way she is and so am I. If I attempt to leave, you could easily swoop whatever sort of weapons you have and finish me off. Or your big beefy friend, can squish me and my friend, flat." He emphasized on the word friend, meaning Laisa. However, if she was expected to die, Shainn won't be the one killing her. No sir. "I can't kill people." It was the honest truth. There must be some other way, and Shainn would rather take the closest way to a coward's way out of this situation if possible. | "My Words." "My Thoughts." | "Your Words." |

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Nyssa was patient. She acted in a way that made it seem like she didn’t care about the outcome all the while her body coiled and stretched in subtle movements designed to entice simple minded folk like the naive kelvic and even the big goon who stood behind him. She watched the eyes of Shainn. He was growing flustered at the sight of her bare legs so she slid her hands along her thighs towards her knees then gave the muscles a squeeze as she drug them back up towards her hips with a sultry smile. The man who guarded the door was obviously paying attention for his breathing was becoming more audible every tick. The Dutchess listened carefully to everything being said but she also focused on what was not spoken. Body language explained much more than paltry conversation.

Laisa was sweating. Her gentle features and plain clothes were in sharp contrast to the exotic and dressed-up woman. The big eyes were wet along the rim with a pleading look as she stared at Shainn though her body remained rigid- too scared to move. It was very obvious that she didn’t want to die but then again...who did?

Nyssa ran her tongue over her lips and smiled at the proposition made by the young lad. Such confidence despite his voice sounding uncertain; in fact, most would see the hesitation as the opposite but only someone with real ambition would even think to offer a counter like he did. This just made Nyssa’s desire to twist the slave increase. She laughed coyly at him and just have a knowing look with her bottom lip poked out to show its plumpness. The matron was clearly in charge of everything around her and useds to getting her way.

“You’re so scrumptious. I truly hope you make the right decision because it seems a waste of your talents to feed you to the lake.” She maintained a playful tone and a position of lust. Truly, the woman was enjoying her own movements enough that they became a bit more animalistic in the way she rubbed her legs together before moving one along the edge of the lounger then back to meet its partner. She never took her cold eyes off of the duo held captive in her office. “It is a small price to pay for loyalty; a life. What is unnecessarily wasteful is to watch two bodies sink instead of one.”

With a snap of her fingers, the big guard moved away from the door and around Shainn towards the middle of the room. He tossed back a rug off to one side which revealed a large brass ring set down into the floor. With his massive hand, he gripped it and lifted up. The wood groaned as a trap door revealed itself in the form of a square comprised of joists and deck boards held in by a nested set of hinges. He stood up and brought the piece of the platform up then let it slam over on its back. The sound of water lapping gently against wood could be heard from the opening. While Laisa trembled and leaned up to peer into the black water, the office door opened and the other guard stepped through then closed it behind him. He slid the metal bar across the jam then dug into his belt for a small dagger and palmed it towards the girl.

Nyssa rolled her eyes. “The boy, Tyson… we’re testing his loyalty. I have no use for this bitch.” The guard seemed to recoil at the unkind words but moved his arm towards the young man instead. He was about to offer the blade to Shainn when Laisa started to whimper and sob quietly into her hands. This brought forth a growl from the older woman who swung her legs around and stood with a sharp wave of her body that seemed to snap like a whip. “I’m out of patience, boy.” She emphasized the word. “Take the knife, cut her throat and watch the life leave her body or I’ll gut you both and feed you to fish.” Her hands slipped into folds on the sides of her robe and curled around something but what it was could not be seen.

Boxcode credit: Karin Ironyach.
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[Shainn]

Title Day, Season,Year Time was up boy. This was a test? Shainn understood that through the level of patience that Nyssa displayed. At first her words were a constructed form of deception, soothing, but yet salty. Her actions added onto the fact that Nyssa was pressuring Shainn into killing the woman who was adamant about helping Shainn. Shainn specifically told Laisa that she didn't have to follow him. Now, because of her choice, she would have to die. Shainn didn't want that. The first time that he had freedom, and the ability to do what he wanted; it still felt constricted. His choices felt like a pythons abode coiling and tightened his body. He thought about undressing completely, maybe throw off Nyssa and possibly the guard, but Shainn could sense the other guard behind the door. His sharp nose and sharp hearing was able to give him the assumption that he was right behind the door. Maybe leaning g against the door. Hundreds of pounds against Shainn's 100 some pound weight difference; he was sure about not being able to get anywhere. Laisa started whimpering like a dog. Shainn didn't like dogs, dogs didn't like him. However could he manage to get him and Laisa out of this situation without killing the girl, and saving his own life? He could take the knife, and pretend to kill Laisa and drop her in the lake. Before dropping Laisa he could cut his own hand or something, possibly deceive the ring leader. But, the way she acts, and behaves she'll definitely know that Shainn faked her death, a very poor faked death. With her level of deception and game playing, she'll definitely kill Shainn. She'll probably see his act as an act of being a coward. She would probably end up killing him afterwards even? He shook his head at the thought. Not wanting to kill Laisa, or kill anyone at all. He just wanted the papers back that was it. How hard did it have to be? Why can't she just give Shainn the petching papers and he'll be out of her way? She didn't need to worry about him at all, or Laisa. She had nothing to do with this. She should just be able to up and leave. It's Shainn that she wants. She said that she'll get them both if Shainn doesn't kill Laisa. Laisa was crying into her hands. Shainn could feel the emotional distress that she displayed. He wondered how different if things were if she were to live, would her perspective on the world be different, or would she treat it the same? She had surely had to have encounter some other situations such as this before, without her life being in danger like this of course? This is Ravok. Shainn heard of what it could be, but had never experienced anything like this till this day. His hands were shaking, and Nyssa's actions only made Shainn sweat. The guard named Tyson had handed Shainn the dagger. Shainn had never used a dagger. He took it, but didn't grip onto the hilt. The blade was heavy in his hands, his shaking hands. His nerves. His feelings were all being conflicted. He didn't want to kill Laisa, but he wanted his papers. He didn't want to be Nyssa's slave, but Shainn wants to live. He was doing so well with his experiments, his progress could help the other Kelvics at the KRI. Shainn was greedy himself, but he had his reasons, but he didn't ever think about being forced to kill someone. He had the knife. He could stab Tyson. But, with his big meaty hands, he could easily snap Shainn's neck. Nyssa probably had weapons of her own, perhaps hidden under her clothes. She could kill him and Laisa if Shainn had to choose. Shainn made his choice. He pushed Laisa down through the trap door, but warned her through a whisper to hold her breath. Shainn gripped the knife that Tyson had handed him and followed after Laisa. If Shainn wasn't able to retrieve the papers through a civil deal; then Shainn would have to try again. Right now, he would have to focus on trying to learn how to swim while trying to stay alive. That's if his dexterity or luck wouldn't be fast enough for him to make it out of this situation alive. He wasn't going to kill. Not for those papers, and not for himself or for Corbin. Not unless he had to. | "My Words." "My Thoughts." | "Your Words." |

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Laisa heard Shainn whisper something but she never even got a chance to look at the young man before he shoved her into the water. She yelped and bubbled her cheeks to hold as much air as she could in the split-tick it took to hit the wet, black underneath the bar. A sudden thought pushed in her mind and she kicked her legs to the left so her body scooted off to the right from the trap door- the only light seen anywhere.

Underneath the platform, there was nothing but cold, black water. The floating foundation offered no pockets of air, no places to hide or rest. One must swim to the edges and up which was impossible to define or go back through the trap door. Laisa was scared, hurt, cold and furious. This boy she tried to help now put her life in jeopardy. His body plunged into the murky depths and she was grateful for having the foresight to move aside. As soon as he passed, she swam over in his bubble trail and started to ascend back through the trap door. If he didn’t want to stay there, she certainly was willing to give it a shot- it had to be better than drowning or freezing.

Shainn :

You have no swimming XP. There are two options here and you will have to roll for both. First, you try and swim out around the platform. This will require a roll of 95 or better. That’s 20:1 odds and given a 0 skill, it’s all I can give. The second option is you use Laisa’s body to climb back through the trap door. She can swim so you will need to out roll her by 20. If you stab her first, then the rolls will be even and you merely need to outroll the girl. If you cannot get on our Mizahar Discord server, contact me with a time that works and I will meet you in AJAX chat and explain the process. If you fail to make either of these choices, Shainn will drown. If you fail at either of these rolls, Shainn will drown. If you die, you may keep Shainn as a ghost or simply let the dead stay buried. This scenario is a result of the choices you’ve made. I look forward to your answer.

Boxcode credit: Karin Ironyach.
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[Shainn]

Title Day, Season,Year The water was cool and crisp, it numbed Shainn's skin. Soaked his clothes the first thing when he jumped in. The recall of not knowing how to swim struck his mind. He didn't know how to swim. He was an owl. All he did was fly. He couldn't transform. Couldn't do nothing. Until he noticed Laisa who was struggling to get back up. Shainn copied her movements. His mind was racing. Pacing fast. He couldn't comprehend all of the muscle movements that his partner was using. He got to close. He collided with her. Then he hit his head. He looked up. There was light. He held out his hands to grab hold of the light. He grabbed hold of something firm. He didn't care what it was. He thought he was out. Out of the water. Out of Nyssa's grasp. However, Shainn was wrong. He hoisted himself back up through the cold numbing water back into Nyssa's small closet that she called an office. Whatever it was, he was glad to get some air. As his head popped back over the water. He gasped for a huge breath. His vision was becoming more clear. He pulled himself up. Coughing in the process. To weak to move any more. He was drenched, his clothes were soaking wet, dripping water over the floor. He waited for Laisa to come back up. He wondered what was happening to her. He wondered if he did something wrong. What did he do wrong? | "My Words." "My Thoughts." | "Your Words." |