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The black of night is closing in around you. The crippling fear moves in as they strap you down. Will you let a moment get the best of you? Will this situation bring you around?

When the blood stains dry. Will it bring you around? Will it pass you by?

The days have turned to weeks but its not over. The bandages rewind you to where you've been. These memories will remind you. When life takes you out will it bring you around.

When its said and done. Will it bring you around? What will you become? You're bruised and bleeding. I see the hurt within your eyes. I know your pain is for a reason.

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He was fine... Wasn't he? First it started with ...feeling just a little too exhausted. Then a metallic taste in his mouth. All things considered it wasn't the worst off he had been. Maybe he was pushing himself too hard. He hadn't meant to let it get so bad. Not this bad... He'd almost been mistaken for being dead... an easy and not untrue assessment. He briefly wondered if this continued if he would be removed from the Avalon Guard. Not that it had effected his work. Maybe it was only a matter of time. <p>

Schwann was watching the new recruits train and handle their weapons while occasionally stepping in to help them adjust or make changes. Pacing back with his hands folded behind his back he wasn't any any how stressed emotionally or physically. Nor was it hot outside; in fact the weather was rather enjoyable at the time. And yet he could remember his vision slowly blurring his breath feeling....heavier... unsure why. Light headed... he struggled to remain standing on his own feet and eventually his knees gave way. The new recruits had panicked at first but managed to get the captain to his feet. <p>

He next thing he remembered was waking up in the hospital. With a message from one of his other officers to take some time off and rest, and of course see the doctors here. As if he had any choice. At least it seemed as he hadn't been inspected yet. Which meant he could explain – or in this case craftily lie- about his condition. White lies of course. It wasn't a complete lie either....or so he told himself. Still allowing the doctor to listen to his lungs, heart, and take some blood was fine. Though it was unfortunate he still had trouble finding his legs when it came time to leave. Two days....or was it three that he had been here now...? <p>

Rest helped....it helped a lot. It wasn't as if a doctor from this world (or even his own) would understand his condition. But he ….felt so tired... Overworking himself....the doctor said gaining a small laugh from the former knight. 'Of course.' he smirked softly. <p>



Today was a little better. He'd gotten out of bed and might as well make use of the connected bathroom and shower. Passing a sideways glance at his uniform folded in a chair with his armor sitting on the floor under it. Most people had friends to take that stuff home for them. He shook his head at himself and was at least grateful they had brought him a change of clothes. A hot shower...was just what he needed. Despite not feeling at home, so he needed to make it fast. Quick in and out with a glance into the mirror and frown at the need to shave. “Ah well.....they can't keep me here much longer if I can walk out on my own.” he mumbled to himself and pulled a baggy dark red-shirt over his head and was straightening it out as he opened the door. <p>

Messy hair sticking out in every direction he looked toward the door as it opened, just as he sat on the side of his bed. Great a nurse here to gripe at him for doing it alone? Please! “Look, thank you, but I can still get around on my own there isn't...” he blinked a few times. Oh, it was a young man.... which of course still didn't put the thought too far from his mind but maybe he was here for something else. “You're new...my apologies...if that seemed rude.” he sighed softly and then turned his green gaze toward the window. Maybe he had over done it, his vision blurred again, but he was sitting now... it should be fine. Should be... <p>





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Schwann leaned over his desk, his pen gliding smoothly over the parchment placed in front of him. Paperwork, the bane of any government official, but something that needed attention no less. When he first began this his left hand would often drift to the side searching for an inkwell. It rarely happened anymore all thanks to this evolved 'modern' city. Pens never ran out.....they had easy access to water and climate control. In truth he almost felt lazy with all of these luxuries. Breathing deeply the knight sighed softly. <p>

Resting his hand he stifled back a yawn and dropped his bright green gaze to scan over the paper reading through the smooth and controlled curves of well-practiced penmanship. Until his eyes slipped over the name he'd singed with. His eyes widened slightly at the slight change in writing style and the delicate curves of Damuron A- he scratched the name out almost as if seeing it brought him some sort of searing pain. Chewing the inside of his lip with his eyes narrowed he a bit unprofessionally rewrote the name. Schwann Oltorain. Surely they would forgive that considering his work was normally so well-written. Placing the paper under the stack of others he began to carefully flip through checking the signature of each that he had written that day. <p>

Luckily there seemed to be no others in need of changing. <p>

A heavy sigh slipped past his lips in relief. Stacking the papers to the right of his desk he put away his pen and then leaned forward with is elbows resting on the edge his head resting in his hands. Tired....no he was exhausted. The simplistic nature and quiet atmosphere in the HQ today did not serve to help him to proceed with much spirit. He was thankful not to be outside needing to roam the streets for lizardmen, but anything....to keep his mind going and his eyes open at this point. It was growing too tempting to close them as he rested in his chair. <p>

Rubbing his hands through his hair, removing it all from his face a moment, Schwann stared down at the flat surface of his desk. His paper work was finished, until more appeared, and so that left him with little else to do unless he needed to clean up after some of the younger guardsmen. He hoped not, he wasn't their mother, things had gotten considerably better though. <p>

Standing up his arms fell back to his sides as he nudged his chair back under his desk. His hair also fell back into its usual manner around his face. “If anyone has need of me... I will be outside getting some air.” he commented as he passed the front desk and pushed open the front door. This was likely for the best, moving around and getting some air should get his blood moving again. Of course he did not wander far from the building, and remained within the surrounding fenced in yard. Finding walls to lean upon he tipped his head back and stared up at the sky. The infinite bright blue, with a few scattered clouds, quite beautiful. <p>

He might have been lost in thought forever if not hearing movement to the side of him. Straightening himself he turned his attention toward a potentially approaching figure and offered a small nod of greeting.



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It was late in the night, the air cool and crisp, the first signs of spring beginning to touch areas of Avalon. Schwann stifled a yawn behind on of his hands before rolling his shoulders in an attempt to give himself a small wake-up and get his blood moving again. It wasn't so bad serving the Avalon Guard, not being out this late, it wasn't as if he'd do much sleeping if he were at home. In fact sometimes he volunteered for the night watch. Something which might quickly change once the slightly warmer weather started to take over. He almost shivered at the thought of the cold, though hoped it would perhaps not get too bad in the city. Oh who was he kidding, his bones would still ache...<p>

He pushed himself into a steady walk forward. The streets were calm this time of night with only the occasional drifter in and out, or the usual questionable youths hanging out on a corner chatting. Schwann had been around them enough to know that they did not mean any trouble, even if their late-night habits were strange. Different worlds. he supposed as he moved onward offering the occasional nod to those who passed too close. He kept moving, but he felt another wave of tiredness flood over him like a rising tide; this was happening more and more lately.... he wondered if it was really his age or if he needed a second opinion. As if he could get one in this world. <p>

Schwann breathes a soft sigh as a weak smile touches his lips. He is alive... <p>

Brushing thoughts aside he turns and continues his walk along the empty sidewalks. His orange and red coat shifting behind him, the silver armor accenting it made only faint shifting sounds it wasn't as heavy at it looked but just as durable. His blood-red sword sheathed at his side ready to be drawn if the need arose. Keep looking but you won't find anything to distract yourself tonight. He quietly scolds himself and lets his shoulders fall with a soft sigh. <p>

He had just begun to consider heading home when the silence was shattered by a scream, a woman's scream from the sound of it. He stopped and spun around hand resting on the handle of his blade as he ran forward. Every sense in his body was on high-alert. Someone was in trouble! Drawing his sword he turned the next corner and slid to a halt. Around the corner was a young woman giggling and teasing (whom he assumed) was her boyfriend who appeared laughing as well. Until both noticed him, luckily his uniform had become somewhat known around the city, but the two still gave him funny looks. The young woman grabbed her boyfriend's hand and tugged him away while huffing a small 'weirdo!' the knight's direction as he sheathed his weapon. <p>

Head tilted slightly forward his hair fell across his eyes. Embarrassment maybe? Though in truth it wasn't his mistake that bothered him. Maybe he should take some time off. The older man flinched as he heard the girl scream again (seriously?) he chewed his lip and was tempted to turn and tell them off. That was until he heard the man scream this time too. Feeling a chill creep up his spine he twisted himself around and headed the direction of the sound. <p>

Sword being drawn from with one swift motion he stopped a sword from reaching the girl's wounded boyfriend. “Go!” Schwann barked at her to help him as his eyes narrowed on the Lizardman in front of him. A human-like lizard creature wielding both their claws, teeth, and homemade weapons. Just his luck they were also taller than him. There wasn't really time to question how they had gotten here. He forces the Lizard's weapon back and then swings his weight into his weapon and cuts the creature almost in half. <p>

Of course, it's friends emerging from the darkness aren't interested in backing off either. So, here was that distraction he had wanted...




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There were two things Schwann felt like doing lately; sleeping and drinking. Afterward he'd repeat if he were given the opportunity to do so, which wasn't as often as he'd like. He was still a knight after all. Captain Oltorain, they always greeted him with smiles, salutes, respect. It made him sick to his stomach. Bitter maybe. Like wearing a mask among comrades who were too ignorant to see past it. Unable to see the painfully obvious cracks in his shell. Or maybe this wasn't his mask at all...hell if he knew anymore. And now she was there...and every time he saw her he wished Damuron wasn't dead. <p>

Another long evening hung over him as he pushed the door open to step into the bar. While the details went unnoticed by the knight; the tavern wasn't filled with too many people yet. The usual visitors beginning to slowly roll in over time. One of the nicer bars in Avalon, though it might not have mattered. He was just happy to get out of the house and be done with work unless he got any sudden orders to come in. In the mild lighting of the tavern he made his way toward the bar and sat down on one of the first empty stools he found. Emerald eyes not looking up yet he stared at the smooth surface of the bar as if it had something written on it. It was worse. His reflecting green eyes back at him.
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She liked his eyes. But maybe she always had...<P>

He had shed his sword and his armor, only leaving his sun-colored coat on and dagger sheathed in his belt. Slowly looking up he forced some amount of focus to come back to him as he scanned the location for a minute. For a second he almost wasn't sure when he had gotten here, seeming to just move on his own nowadays. Rubbing a hand through his hair and removing some of it from his eyes he almost wished to pull it back, it was getting too long again. <P>

He knows he shouldn't drink too much, but a swirling mind is all he really wants right now. Its an easy escape for a little while. He offers a mild nod as greeting to the bartender.
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“Bourbon, please” he speaks up with a smooth and calm tone. Bringing his arms forward he folds them and rests them just on the edge of the bar for now while waiting patiently for the man to hand his glass over. Offering another nod of 'thanks' he reached out and took the glass, feeling the coolness on his fingertips he lifted it to match the feeling against his lips. A smooth and simple taste before placing the glass down and leaving his fingers clasped around it. He probably needed something with a bit more kick but for now he just wanted to relax.<p>


Oh yes, what would she think if she found him here? He chewed the inside of his lip and downed another drink or two. In silence his mind wandered, elbow perched on the edge of the counter, glass nearing empty before he set it back down. Listning to the ice clink to the bottom of his glass he rubs his hand over his face slowly and closes his eyes leaving his chin to rest in his hand.

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He had woken up early with a sudden jerk and drenched in a cold sweat with is hair sticking to his face. Perfect way to start his day. What followed soon after was a cool shower and dressing himself in something fairly comfortable; jeans and a somewhat loose dark violet shirt without realizing it. He didn't have to go in today, and considering the way his morning had started, he wasn't against staying in all day if he felt like it. <p>

He wasn't an extremely social creature, not that he minded socializing, he just wasn't that good at making friends. <p>

He opened the windows decided on a little cleaning up, despite finding very little to do. Okay that is done then. He fell forward on his couch landing face down. Okay this was ridiculous, he never thought he'd get so easily bored without the others around. Don't go there, don't even think about them. Too late. His heart sank into his stomach as he buried his face in the pillow. 'They'd be so angry with me!' his fingers gripped the fabric as he held it tightly and rolled over. <p>

“Come on...get up and put yourself to work doing something...” he muttered to himself as he stared at the ceiling with dulled emerald eyes. Was this really how it used to be before? He smirked weakly. “This old man needs a hobby...” As if answering him his stomach gave a weak growl. Without second thought the man sprang upward and pulled his boots on before darting out the door. <p>

Where did Schwann end up exactly? A small grocery store at he corner of the street his apartment was on. A decent walking distance away. He'd rather just assume he didn't have anything in the fridge to cook for lunch later. Just a few things, though the question was what did he want? Ugh decisions... Though everything suddenly became less important when a booming voice made him instinctively jerk and move around the end of one of the aisles to peer around. His face fell and eyes narrowed as he spotted a man in a ski mask waving a gun at the cashier. He seemed less surprised and more annoyed by it. Still, the man wasn't any less dangerous. <p>

With a breathless sigh his eyes scanned the area around him to see what he had to work with. Something like this would happen while he was off work. Everyone else seemed to be cowering, some begging at least no one had been shot yet. He then noticed someone else near his hiding place at the end of another aisle across from him. Hiding or not, they were smart at least. He pressed a finger to his lips in a 'shh' motion before crouching down more and trying to plan his next move.

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