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“Top of the morning to you” the maid spoke to him as she hurried through rounding of thrash and any other odds and ends. Why does a hotel have maid that’s just come when they feel like he wonder. HE sat there sipping on his morning brew. He grinned knowing that if he hadn’t he a girl in the other room he would be putting the moves on this women so to speak she was sassy and a few other words. Yet right when he mind went about it self; however being quickly interrupted. “Sir I forgot to hand this to you”, the young women handed him a sealed letter with the P.A.L.E crest on it.
Crap he thought but well duty calls right? Putting down the coffee mug and picking up the letter.
Dear, Mr. Astraga
You have been called to visit Corone and to leave immediately. The Sun’s Tournament will start two days after this notice. You are to act as a medical supervisor. Your role will be to find out way so many are turning as of late and then dying days later.
In closed were an address and a plane ticket to Corone. Whelp shit on why not right. With grim smile he noticed on his ticket there was a time stamp of 10:45 am he was scheduled to leave in exactly two hours and twelve minutes. Yet again his morning had shit taken a turn from awesome to less awesome too crap.
Why could Salem not be a fighter or something similar to this? Truth be told he loved to fight not like others that believe in guns blazing to end. He spent his youth brawling here and there but his main focus was books and learning so it made since he was a alchemist. Part of his job description is understanding the body. So why not he needed some fun and well he had no choice really.
Salem he left in less than ten minutes after reading his letter. He was around in route to the nearest airport by taxi. He would need to contact his group for equipment needed for later on, but he would make due in tell he was in the thick of what was happening.
During his time he went over what he knew about Fire manipulators being that he was one and potions and poisons that were closely related to them. The mental game helped pass the time for his brain to space on real life for the moment. He had done to and on the plane to Corone.
Once his feet had hit the ground his mind relaxed as he found out another taxi had been purchased in his stead to take to the Tournament grounds where he would live for the following two to three weeks. He couldn’t help but wondered how far this little issue he was in search of went but of course he would figure out that was needed. Why not just sit back and enjoy the ride right? Of course this could be a right he didn’t make the return trip either.
Unlike his previous modes of transportation he was more keen to stay mentally aware than the previous hours of this day. Needing to gather any and all information that he deemed related to his mission. Starting off with small talk as he wormed his way into his driver’s brain learning about various yet none useful information soon he thought and conformed that this would bare no fruit worthy of use.. He had remembered his last trip to Corone; Salem truly hadn’t wanted to be back so early. But duty calls right? The mental image ran through his mind like a short film he watched on a computer.
It didn’t take too long to get where he needed to be. Corone wasn't that big of a land and it was fairly easy to navigate through such places like this as well. Salem wasn't sure how so many made it work here. In most places others would riot if the culture and population was so mixed.
Creeping to stop the driver spoke one last time, “Here sir”.
Grinning as got out with his black duffle bag in hand and made his way to the towering red and tan brick buildings. Huge screens flashing images of the up and coming tournament soon to start. It was not even moment later as he strolled up the concrete side walk being stopped by a young women as she introduced herself as “Miss Heyfield” the polite and very slender women showed him to his living quarters for the for see able next few weeks.
Salem was given a brief tour of the grounds and its needed to know places having to end their walk rather quick like; being taken to his room with ever flowing apologies and a promise of resuming the tour with other needed to conducted business after he had settled into his room.
His room was actually nice and well furnished. Starting off, there was a built in fire place, granite table top covered counters and dining table. Plush dark blue rugs and a queen size bed. Salem had found a stack of folder later on that evening. Of course it only took him seconds later after a quick flip through to realize that it was medical documents on the members to join this little tournament of blazing fire balls.
So of course he spent the following several hours reading up. He even fell asleep once or twice. Reading about blood pressure was not that exciting and downright boring, but hey he wondered if wasn’t you was weird. Having several left he had decided to give this never ending task a break just as the phone rang… He didn’t even see a phone earlier. He got up in search to find this rude and obnoxious noise that disturbed his peace.
“Hello”…
“Yes, Hello Mr. Astraga this is Miss. Heyfield”, “I’m sorry to inform you that I was not able to finish are meeting from this morning but I will be ready to finish all that is needed with me tomorrow”
“Also, I trust you found your patients folders correct?”
“Yes, Miss Heyfield” Salem spoke.
And with such exchange of information the call ended. Salem grinning as if he wondered why someone paying him would care to say sorry, so of course his mind questioned a few things. But hey who was he jump in the way of someone’s conscious right?
The next day was marvelous, Salem watched the first two matches of the tournament. He was in awe of the capabilities of the fighters. Of course he could spot bad fighting plans when he seen them but the pure potential in strength in the fighters put them in a different level at which he had never seen. Such sights had always hit a serious interest point for Salem.
He then in turn was the medical assistant to the fighters after he seen their matches, mostly just bandage and ointments and that of the like; truly basic stuff. However; it wasn’t in tell nearly the end of the day that he learned something very odd he thought to himself. After nearly twelves matches this day all just as impressive as and more deadly than the next Salem wondered how could others so young be so gifted. Don’t knock what you don’t know but the amount of strength he had seen today he knew of few advanced practitioners to be that strong even some masters.
Furthermore he noticed every fighter had a tattoo. Not the same tattoo nor even the same ink color but every color was unnatural because they were colors like silver, bronze, gold, neon based, and other exotic shades almost like gem colors. So far it was just a thought but he was thinking about this heavily into the night. Once the day had ended the tournament still had roughly twenty matches or so.
Salem sat in his room that night questioning his thoughts and slightly amazed in the showing today as well. It would be a long days from here on out he reached in his closing thought before letting his mind push to much less concerning matters on his mind.
With next two days following suit just like his first day. Each fight was over the top and each fighter wielded demi god like prowess of a fire manipulator. Salem thought he may even have lost bits of hair from the side lines. And just like each other all having some tattoo with an odd color. So he figred he needed answers no matter how weird. Just as the next patient was sent back as he guessed the loser of the match judging from the have scorching marks on his skin.
Salem went to work like always. He even picked up a few trick as he watched others do their wrapping on others and other basic and odd differences of how they handled wounds. Salem had a scientist based knowledge of the body so he was not a doctor. He just knew how to break and slightly fix them.
Salem started taking skin samples from every person and being that came through when able; just bits of skin from their tattoos. Yes, he felt like a dummy for his theory but it was all he had at the moment. So he tested the bit he had in the room. It was nice to have the little bit of equipment that he did. After taking a close look he could tell that the ink used was enhanced through unnatural means. However; he had no clue how could find its original form… He thought about for a few minutes.
“Hey man, I need a favor” Salem had called an old friend. He had his own magic back he would be able to do his own transformation or conjuration spell. Plus it was nice to have a few in debt people.
“Yea man where?” Demika went on making sounds over the phone.
“I need you here in Corone in the morning, you heard about the Sun’s Tournament?”
“Yea man, see you in the morning”
So Salem gave him the directions and the meet up spot. He felt like he just may be able to solve this mystery. He would give up for the night and bust it wide open in the morning.
“Morning”
“Ah yea my bad, I sleep in a bit but I’m ready”, Demika looked like he might have died and and then died again.
It was nearing the middle of the day, but no worries right. Salem shaked his head. So he got Demika in through the emergency exit. Luckily the alarm was turned off from the door. He briskly walked motioning for his friend to follow. Enter the recovery room Salem turns around, “Can you do a transformation spell or conjuring spell to return something to its original state?” OF course Salem was already betting that he could and if he could show him.
“Yea”
Handing Demika two nearby empty veil. Chances are he would need those he thought. Salem had to get back to the action though. The semifinals were nearly over and he had to find out what the bigger picture was. Salem hasn’t talked to or even seen Miss.Heyfield for days. So something not sure what was off there too.
Salem stepped in the outer edge in the coliseum like area being used for the area. He looked up at the stands looking like everyone was going back to their seats. The final match was soon to start the two fighters were monstrous.
It felt odd that the person who supposedly had hired him had not showed her face so he would show his or rather yet a call was in order. It wasn’t long after a winner was crowned by the name of Netto. Salem had to check back with Demika before everyone ran in the back. Making his way to back to the recovery room he pushed through the few people and just when he walked in seen Demika holding two veils with what looked like liquid iron? “ What the hell”, Salem was a bit confused.
Pointing out his room on the other side of the area he told him where to find his room. Salem would have to finish up his apprentice like duties and call it a day. It felt like through this whole time he had discovered nothing or really he was right.
After cleaning up and putting everyone in the tournament through their final checkups Salem made his way to his million like apartment. It was nice while it lasted. The night was late and the moon shined its florescent light down on the earth he was beat. It sucked because he was on a mission and he uncovered nothing just some magical steroids. On his way to the apartment he knew he would have to contact P.A.L.E and report his findings to the leader but in tell then he would enjoy what he could hang with his buddy and throw back some drinks…
Salem arrived to his temporary abode and as he walked in his buddy was laughing like no other. HE saw all types of testing equipment out.
“Are you okay and what is this crap?” Salem’s face was enough to scare even the foulest beast.
“Man you wouldn’t believe what this stuff really is…” Demika gave it a few moments. “It it’s a control agent that stops mental processes to unlock the brain”, “Its hybrid blood in those inks” Demika finished.
“So that wasn’t a tournament that was a recruiting staged like a tournament?”
“Here look at this.”
He handed Salem a folder with all kinds of papers and photos.
“So this is just the beginning and I could bet that more stunts like this will happen right after this one”, Salem felt like Sherlock Holmes or some genius boy wonder for a moment.
It was time to make a call to his favorite women... Miss. Heyfield
Salem called Misses Heyfield and had a very brief conversation that evening. Setting up a meeting for the next morning to resolve his current issue of payment and possible chance of further employment; he would find out the plans. After, he talked to his buddy about turning the iron like substance into a pill like capsules. If he was right he had a plan for later on.That following he met her for breakfast as planned.
“Hey”, Salem’s greeting sounded very cheerful.
Miss Heyfield replied in a similar fashion as she took her seat at the booth.
Salem sipping on his coffee, it was odd how many habits he kept from being human. His Silver hair getting in the way. “So about my employment, I would like to keep working for you. I would assume you have other tournament of sorts lined up.” It was a statement more than a question.
“Are you sure you’re in it for the employment”, she fired back.
“I’m in this for the adventure” it wasn’t a lie he was in it for the said adventure but he was ordered to as well. And really it was really starting to become quite boring. Salem pulled from his pocket a piece of parchment.
“Here miss Heyfield”, the letter was a resume. Not just of talents but of brief life history with a contact information. This would peak her interest he knew.
“I’m a student of science and knowledge not a doctor as you have figured out. Maybe you could find me a better position to help you and myself”.
Just before he could leave he received a purse of coins. The weight felt right and he took his leave. He knew he had rushed this but he knew leaving the cliff hanger was rude yet it would grab her attention better than words.
Salem received a call not even hour later only to disprove a few of his ideas. His idea of what was happening just targeting to elemental users was completely wrong. He was asked to participate in the next tournament as a fighter. Apparently the net tournament was just a tournament for fighting plan and simple.
Of course he took the chance to join. He had to remain a part of the show so to speak anyway he could. Furthermore he was intrigued by the idea and chance but in his current condition he would not last to see the finals. His magic and ability to craft spells was taken from him during his changing. He made his way back to his apartment.
“Change in plans, have you started on the pills; because were going to make it a serum. He was going to inject himself with this and to viral out of a mind or maybe even physical door of his body and he was hoping it didn’t kill him.
After several hours later…
Salem had ended up finding a spell used for mental hypnosis. By allowing Demiki to spell craft a mental working on Salem while placed in a bathtub of ice putting his body just between death and life opening his mind to his friend he might have a chance or he could die. He wasn't sure which would happen.
“AAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW”
The screams range out in tell there was complete silence. Salem had been in the freezing tub for hours if not longer. While his friend played with his mind. Salem was taken on dreams in his mind he thought long buried dead.
Doing this to himself would kill him in the long run quicker. Some may say Salem was evolving but the truth is he was yet it was unnatural. Salem could not run from the mental images that ran ramped in his head. The dreams felt never ending more so than dreams his nightmares that he was never good enough and science would make it all better only to hit game over with no extra lives like a Mario game.
It wasn’t in tell he seen himself truly dead that he panicked. Jumping forth from the icy tub in a leap of desperation you could smell his fear it was so thick in the air enough to make one vomit.
Holding his gut Salem was bent over kneeling on the floor soaking wet glowing with a dark yellow his aura reflecting his finding. It had worked but at what cost? At the moment he had learned his lesson about playing with the mind. He would never do such again.
He looked at Demiki, “I’m ready”.
Sadly even as ready as he felt and knew himself to be there was a change he could not prepare himself for… The true and reality that he missed his window because he was not ready to take on the different turn of events as from passed days and even weeks. Learning that with knowledge with such a lack for true experience caused him to fail once he friend told him that Miss. Hayfield had fled the country. Salem was beyond pissed. For a lack of better words the genesis so to speak got out smarted. This really hurt him in a way he didn’t know how to even face or deal with as of yet. Thinking himself a old man in terms of intelligence to find himself nothing but a boy in wisdom and truth. Salem listen to his friend tell him of the events he had missed. Only what felt like a life tub was actually weeks in a coma. His friend had taken from the tub of water weeks ago.
Beside himself he nodded to the man and was stick stuck on the fact that he had pushed himself into yet another area of failure. But there was nothing to be done other than face the truth and call his leader and relay the news of fairlure not just to himself but another kind of angered more than actual failure.
But it was time to get the show on the road right he though…
“Not everyone can be a hero”.
And with that hard truth he picked up the hand held phone pressing the numbers needed for contact.
“I have failed”, with nothing more to say he hung up. Grabbing his hoodie, Salem left.
Philomel
02-07-15, 03:47 PM
Title of Thread: Sun's Dish It Out - P.A.L.E. solo (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?28576-Sun%92s-Dish-it-Out-P-A-L-E-Solo)
Type of Judgement: No Judgement
Participants: Salem
Rewards:
Salem (http://www.althanas.com/world/member.php?17567-Salem) receives:
1060 EXP
135 GP
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