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originally posted in:The New Dojo
8/21/2017 2:02:07 PM
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"Yeah, we talked about it quite a bit when he first met. I myself am a military man. Are war flashbacks troubling you? PTSD is a thing I struggle with too you know." I try to empathize as much as I can, knowing my nature is ruining any empathy I share with another.
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"We were out on an op, only ones trusted to do it. They sent us in deep into enemy territory, for an enemy general who needed to be taken out..." [b][i]He paused.[/i][/b] "It was an ambush. We didn't stand a chance... I still remember it all. That day, that horrible..." [b][i]He said, the last part to himself, whispering it.[/i][/b]
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"I can relate. My team was butchered in an operation. I was sccouting the territory where the traitorous Khaos Briggade was holding out. I was one of the only 3 survivors. I repressed those memories enough that I don't break my usual dead pan, only remembering vividly in nightmares. It must be haunting you constantly. I was already broken before losing my friends, but it must be hard going through this in a stable state of mind. I was too broken and emotionless to be affected while conscious. If you ever need to talk, or need help with anything at all, just ask. I'm here for you, like you were for me when I first arrived on Tatakai." I say, grasping Leon's shoulder, in an effort to console him.
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"I still see it all. It comes as a nightmares, but it's worse, so much worse. I can't wake up from it, can't do anything to change it. I'm just stuck reliving that memory. I keep seeing them all, I see Tyr's bike begin to slow down, a quiver full of bolts in his body as he bike finally stops with him slumping..." [b][i]He said, his hear falling back to his hands as if it was coming on again.[/i][/b]
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"I can try and use Ophis' powers to rewrite the emotional response and nullify you PTSD if you want. Think that will help?" I suggest.
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[b][i]It was like he didn't hear you, like he didn't hear anything around him in the outside world. Something happened though, as if you could see the thought inside his head. More like it had been projected around you, Leon not being around as you'd rood in sand. A bike slowly wheeled past you, before the rider slowly slumped off, the man Leon had classified as Tyr. He was a larger man, build tall and strong. His eyes littered with stab wounds and crossbow bolts as he fell to the ground, dying.[/i][/b] [b][i]As second bike dashed past, the rider not someone you recognized. His armour was an Ivory white, the helmet some sort of crazed skull look. The arm armour and chest were white was well, the ribs and spine covered by armour that looked the same as those bones. His bike was a white steed, a cow plow in the front and two large exhaust pipes on the back on each side. The rider jumped off his bike, throwing off his helmet revealing Leon's face, dashing over to his almost dead friend [/i][/b] L: "No no no. Cmon Tyr, you're gonna be ok." [b][i]A clear lie for anyone to see, though it was a natural reaction to him. He was kneeling over the dying man. The dying man only laughed a bit, laying on his back, coughing up blood.[/i][/b] T: "No, this is where I die friend-" [b][i]He was surprisingly calm, for a man who was inches from death. Leon interrupted him.[/i][/b] L: "You don't get to die here, I can't lose all of you today." [b][i]He was in tears, his own place white armour covered with stains of red and black of blood and soot. Tyr's body was a mess, he must have been in great pain.[/i][/b] T: "I'll see you in Valhalla, Leon." [b][i]Was the last words Tyr ever said to Leon, as the man died. He had been holding Leon's hand as a friend wood, thumbs crossed and palms touching, as Leon pressed his own hand with the dead man's to his head, breaking down there and then, in the desert battlefield.[/i][/b] [b][i]Things seemed to snap back into focus, into reality, Leon sitting there still, breaking down, as if no time had passed[/i][/b]
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I panic at the sight of my friend breaking down. "Alright, I'm gonna try something. I should be able to cure your PTSD. Pardon the intrusion to your mind-scape." I place my hand on his forehead and activate Ophis' powers. I black out and wake up in what I can only assume is the memory tormenting Leon.
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[b][i]The memory is the one that had been described above, as if that was the part that was currently tormenting him. In the memory it was as if you were unable to move, to do anything to stop it at all. It was what Leon felt like in the memory: unable to move, to go back and try and stop any of this.[/i][/b]
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I break the link. I am out of breath from the sheer paralyzing fear that I felt through a mind link. "I had no idea." I begin talking internally with Ophis. "Can we hypnotize him and try to erase the memory when he is calmed?" "No, Jonathan, this may require a complete brainwashing for him not to lose or alter other memories. He may have to alter history." "Can you do that? I didn't know we could." I turn to Leon. "Ophis suggests that I return to the past and alter history. If you can hear me, do you think that may help?"
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"It wouldn't work. Nothing would work. I've spent the last seven years trying to figure out a way to but nothing. Will ever. Work. It's not something I can just magic back and fix." [b][i]He said, sounding almost angry. Not at Johnathon, just in general. It was anger, but also hopelessness.[/i][/b]
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"I know a guy who can counsel you own this better than I ever could. His name is Yuto Kiba. He overcame his PTSD by confronting his past head on and fighting through. He can relate better than I can."
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"That might help. Just... my job was to do the insane and the dangerous every day. And still I don't know if I've got the guts to do that."
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"Kiba was a lab rat of a radical sect of my worlds most common religion. He was being genetically modified to be able to use divine weapons of immense power. He could use modern replications, but the true Holy Swords would begin to consume his soul when he tried. The director of the project declared it a failure and ordered all the genetically modified children to be killed. Kiba was the only child to escape. All the others died."
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"Damn. That must've been tough..."
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I nod in agreement, pulling out my phone to call Kiba and ask for a favor. "I'll give him a call. Maybe he can help. I don't know what I could do to help after that. Maybe just talk it out with him. I'll be back after I make the call. If he can come, I'll let you know, then go pick him up." I say pointing to imply the question if I could step out momentarily to call him.
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[b][i]He nodded, not saying anything.[/i][/b]
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I return a few minutes later with good news, "Kiba agreed to help, I'll go pick him up. I'll be back."
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"Thanks.@ [b][i]He said, the memories seeming to have subsided for st least the moment."[/i][/b]
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I disappear through Ophis's insignia. About 15 minutes later, I return with Kiba, but either I jumped to the wrong location, or Leon is gone. "Oh shit. LEON?!?"
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[b][i]It took you a minute to realize, by it wasn't the same courtyard you had been in. You were close though.[/i][/b]
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"OH GOD DAMN IT!!! Kiba, keep up, we have to find him." We spread our wings and fly through the corridors, checking every courtyard until, we reach the final courtyard, 20 minutes later. "Sorry Leon, I teleported to the wrong room. I got Kiba."
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[b][i]Leon was removing his spear from a dummy, the wooden dummy seeming to have been stabbed a good number of times.[/i][/b] "It's ok, I've managed."
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"Ok, do you still want to talk to him?"
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"Yeah, of course. Just hope I'm worth his time." [b][i]He said, moving over to a bench and sitting down [/i][/b]
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Kiba goes over to Leon and takes a seat next him. "I'm here to help. I owe Jonathan so its the least I can do."
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"Thanks. He told me you'd probably be better qualified. That you'd know mroe what I was going through."
