'After an inpromtu training session ends in disaster, Steven goes to process things alone, but a certain Bishop is near by to offer helping hand, whether its wanted or not...'
Setting: In and around UGHQ
Timeline: A few minutes after #train-hard-wait-not-like-that (Discord only atm)
Tags: #ug #ug-only #steven #highball #warp #arp #orange-district #blood
TW: trauma and trauma response, bad coping mechanisms, blood and injury, it hurty so some description of injury, probably some barf LOL
Setting: In and around UGHQ
Timeline: A few minutes after #train-hard-wait-not-like-that (Discord only atm)
Tags: #ug #ug-only #steven #highball #warp #arp #orange-district #blood
TW: trauma and trauma response, bad coping mechanisms, blood and injury, it hurty so some description of injury, probably some barf LOL
TL;DR Steven dropped into a group training session at UGHQ and offered to spar Dante. Dante has a slight vibe evolution and got ‘stuck’ in Steven when he went ghost mode, efficiently possessing him. A lot of damage was caused and people were hurt when Dante tried to control Steven’s vibe and to get Dante out, Steven expelled him in the most damaging way to his own body just to get it done ASAP, with his own destructive vibe.
It felt like every cell, every atom was being consumed by Steven’s energy as he felt it reclaimed and liberated itself from Dante’s vibe, till he would be nothing but light and sound and volatile power. He felt his skin crack and hiss as his vibe forced its way to the surface, expanding his shielding up and out violently, sending the younger UG flying out of him finally.
The shielding expanded five feet… ten feet... 15 feet, all around Steven as he continued to dance, the formless translucent shielding wobbled and swayed with its user's movement as it rose higher and taller into the air, towering over the training grounds, even a bit over HQ itself, casting everything in its radius in a warm orange glow. The air was filled with a soft hum that radiated off the vibe structure, those closer to it may of been able to hear a quiet bassy melody waft softly from it too.
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The shielding expanded five feet… ten feet... 15 feet, all around Steven as he continued to dance, the formless translucent shielding wobbled and swayed with its user's movement as it rose higher and taller into the air, towering over the training grounds, even a bit over HQ itself, casting everything in its radius in a warm orange glow. The air was filled with a soft hum that radiated off the vibe structure, those closer to it may of been able to hear a quiet bassy melody waft softly from it too.
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A handful of minutes had passed since then, Steven’s vibe still churned and boiled in his delicate and bruised guts, no doubt trying to still digest the last dregs of Dante’s vibe that still refused to be assimilated into his, or maybe he was subconsiously refusing to do it despite his vibe wanted to, especially after ...
“I can’t hear at the moment, yeah? So shouting doesn't fucking help.” He snapped one of the assistant trainers who was trying to get his attention, as he motioned at the liquid light slick that dripped from his ears with a bruised hand.
Ugh, even that little motion hurt to do. Everything was hurting, or screaming, or humming or just over all ached in a way Steven wasn’t too happy with to say the least. He hadn’t been hurt by his own vibe since he joined UG, and he felt embarrassed by it and wanted nothing more to go, but he was UG fucking Leader and his vibe had been used to cause all this damage and pain, so he had to stand there and delegate. Get the injured healed, get people out of the building he…. Dante broke and get someone to fix it.
It was the least he could do.
‘ You don’t look so hot.’ Kaleb signed slowly to Steven, his thick and scarred fingers shaped out each word with practiced ease before he sent the assistant trainer away to help with the clean-up effort. The older man was UG Veteran Trainer, Dante’s current trainer, and even Steven’s first trainer who’d be one of the first injured in the ‘accident’, though he was looking a lot better now, being the first in and now fresh out the Dr Vendy.
‘Everyone is doing what you ordered them to do. Someone is coming to fix the building. We’ve got things sorted here, so let’s go get you fixed up.’ Kaleb signed as he took a step closer to the injured Leader to help. But Steven held up a hand which caused the older man to pause for a moment.
“I’m fine, yeah? I’ll go use one of the Vendy’s inside. People are still using them out here.” Steven huffed as the corners of his scarred lips upturned in a grin. He stood a little taller, despite the protest of his body. “I’m not being carried out of here like some fucking greenhorn or some kind of ’old man‘.” He said the little jab humorously, if not a little mean-spiritedly.
‘Pride, Steven.’ Kaleb let out a deep sigh but left the Boss to it as Steven prepared to make his move back to the main building. Steven rolled his eyes for a moment before signing back… Well, it wasn’t as much‘sign language' as it was a ‘wanking motion’,but its message transcended languages however before Steven turned on his heel and left, only looking over his shoulder once to wave goodbye and to bring his fingertips to his mouth and move them away in the sign for ‘thank you’.
Luckily for the Leader, he was able to cut through the building they had to evacuate. As he traversed the empty hallways, he allowed himself to not walk as tall as he was held himself before in front of his crew. He allowed himself to grip at his bruised stomach and allowed his breath to be a little more labored as each step sent a wave of fresh agony through his body, but at least it gave him something to latch onto. Something to not let his mind wander. The pain grounded him in the now, in the constant thought of putting one foot in front of the other, and if he stopped or you’d fall.
He didn’t think about drips of light he left trailed behind him like little bread crumbs, or the thing that happened that he’d have to give it another name just to deal with it normally, just like his ‘time away’ thing.
He could take a step.
Register the pain.
And rinse and repeat.
Just a wonderful cycle till his mind was fuzzy and blank and then he could get healed in a Vendy and be in that weird ‘no feeling zone’ he went to sometimes and he could deal with the fallout when he was at home alone.
A little bit of peace before the storm.
“I can’t hear at the moment, yeah? So shouting doesn't fucking help.” He snapped one of the assistant trainers who was trying to get his attention, as he motioned at the liquid light slick that dripped from his ears with a bruised hand.
Ugh, even that little motion hurt to do. Everything was hurting, or screaming, or humming or just over all ached in a way Steven wasn’t too happy with to say the least. He hadn’t been hurt by his own vibe since he joined UG, and he felt embarrassed by it and wanted nothing more to go, but he was UG fucking Leader and his vibe had been used to cause all this damage and pain, so he had to stand there and delegate. Get the injured healed, get people out of the building he…. Dante broke and get someone to fix it.
It was the least he could do.
‘ You don’t look so hot.’ Kaleb signed slowly to Steven, his thick and scarred fingers shaped out each word with practiced ease before he sent the assistant trainer away to help with the clean-up effort. The older man was UG Veteran Trainer, Dante’s current trainer, and even Steven’s first trainer who’d be one of the first injured in the ‘accident’, though he was looking a lot better now, being the first in and now fresh out the Dr Vendy.
‘Everyone is doing what you ordered them to do. Someone is coming to fix the building. We’ve got things sorted here, so let’s go get you fixed up.’ Kaleb signed as he took a step closer to the injured Leader to help. But Steven held up a hand which caused the older man to pause for a moment.
“I’m fine, yeah? I’ll go use one of the Vendy’s inside. People are still using them out here.” Steven huffed as the corners of his scarred lips upturned in a grin. He stood a little taller, despite the protest of his body. “I’m not being carried out of here like some fucking greenhorn or some kind of ’old man‘.” He said the little jab humorously, if not a little mean-spiritedly.
‘Pride, Steven.’ Kaleb let out a deep sigh but left the Boss to it as Steven prepared to make his move back to the main building. Steven rolled his eyes for a moment before signing back… Well, it wasn’t as much‘sign language' as it was a ‘wanking motion’,but its message transcended languages however before Steven turned on his heel and left, only looking over his shoulder once to wave goodbye and to bring his fingertips to his mouth and move them away in the sign for ‘thank you’.
Luckily for the Leader, he was able to cut through the building they had to evacuate. As he traversed the empty hallways, he allowed himself to not walk as tall as he was held himself before in front of his crew. He allowed himself to grip at his bruised stomach and allowed his breath to be a little more labored as each step sent a wave of fresh agony through his body, but at least it gave him something to latch onto. Something to not let his mind wander. The pain grounded him in the now, in the constant thought of putting one foot in front of the other, and if he stopped or you’d fall.
He didn’t think about drips of light he left trailed behind him like little bread crumbs, or the thing that happened that he’d have to give it another name just to deal with it normally, just like his ‘time away’ thing.
He could take a step.
Register the pain.
And rinse and repeat.
Just a wonderful cycle till his mind was fuzzy and blank and then he could get healed in a Vendy and be in that weird ‘no feeling zone’ he went to sometimes and he could deal with the fallout when he was at home alone.
A little bit of peace before the storm.
Moderators: AJ_89 Steven (played by Robo-Craig) QnQ Hide Miyagawa (played by Monoclejack) Chroma (played by lewsey)
