Ashes Divided

Ash, 17, from England but now in America. My power is mediumship, and I'm not interested in friends.

[ashesdivided]

"Concentrate..."

[future-wes-closed]

  West couldn’t help but chuckle again; he was really happy to see that Ash was finally starting to believe in herself, or at least that’s what he assumed he could see in her eyes, a determination melded with anger and strength, that which had always been there but was suddenly coming to the surface. He stepped out from behind the punching bag and rested a large hand to it. ”Well you don’t exactly have so much muscle in the future, either.” West said, smiling a little. "I mean you have more than you do now, yeah, but it’s not your arm muscle that’s impressive. You can fight like some G.I. Joe, that’s for definite, but you’re even better with your words." He shrugged his shoulders, coming to stand by Ash’s side and looking down at her. "Suppose words aren’t going to keep you safe up against soldiers with guns though, so, I’ll tell you two things about how you become Superwoman." He lifted his fingers, "One, your fire. And two?" Weston paused, and all of a sudden his expression had dropped. "Tragedy."

[ashesdivided]

She watched the boy with a grim expression on her face, nodding imperceptibly.  She had known that would help her strength, but she wasn't really keen on focusing on that just yet.  "Yeah, I figured, but I'm not exactly a stranger to that am I?"  She walked up to Weston, putting her hand on his gently.  She kept it there for a second before putting a smile back on her face and poking his cheek gently.  "So... does that mean I get to abandon the punching bag if I'm spectacular at guns then?"  She grinned slightly at him, forcing the emotions she didn't want to engage with down, before turning away and flipping her hair.  "Also I'm not surprised I'm fab with words.  I bet I just appear in front of people and they all bow down to me I'm so bloody awesome."

[ashesdivided]

"Concentrate..."

[future-wes-closed]

  Weston had been watching all of what had just happened and couldn’t help but grin. He finished up placing a weight onto the bar for the kid he’d been helping and patted it. "There you go, kid." He said, before turning and walking over to Ash, his smirk growing again. West jogged behind he punching bag and placed his hands to it, popping his head around its side a moment later to catch Ash’s attention. "Peek-a-boo." Weston chuckled, "Would you like some help?"

[ashesdivided]

Her eyes widened in surprise at the voice but then a smirk appeared across her face as she realized who it was.  She rolled her eyes and sighed.  "Very mature Westie," she chuckled slightly before nodding at him.  "Yes I very much could use some help.  Remember that bit when you said I was strong and saved people in the future? Mind telling me how I get to that bit because frankly from where I'm standing my muscles are anything but fighting material."

[ashesdivided]

"Concentrate..."

[kylarfuckshitupshaw]

  "You look like a lady on a mission" Ky commented setting his duffelbag down slowly as he stood a good ten or fifteen feet from her, watching her go at the punching bag.

[ashesdivided]

She heard a voice from behind her and turned to look at  who it was.  When she saw Scarlett's ex-boyfriend her eyes raised lightly but she kept her face neutral, nodding slightly, before turning around, rolling her eyes imperceptibly, and facing the bag again.  "Yeh well, I don't want to be the one people always protect anymore, so I'm trying to learn how to fight.  Problem?"

[verakeneally-closed]

  Vera stayed holding onto Ash a while after she had been hugged. How odd it was for Vera to find that through touch and facial gesture alone two people could convey so much more than what words could not. It was even odder to think that for most of her life Vera had used the spoken language far more than expression and feeling, and perhaps that was why for so long she’d found it difficult to comprehend others, and others had found it difficult to comprehend her. A couple of years ago Vera wouldn’t have been able to express sentiment through subtle actions, but Ash understood Vera just as Vera hoped she understood Ash, and that had given rise to a change in the woman to which, in return, a change in Ash began too. They’d all changed, really; this war was going to do that to people, but Ash’s strength was growing and growing, and Vera was watching all of it.  ”I can pinpoint the exact moment you and I began to bond, you know.” Vera said after a while, still embracing the girl with looped arms around her back. A tired smile played across her lips as she recalled the memory. “You were in the library revising.” Her voice was a soft murmur in the silence of the room, “And I was —” Vera’s voice caught in her throat as an abrupt cough rattled her chest, and she broke out of the hug to turn away from Ash, hunching her shoulders and covering her mouth with an arm. Vera’s cough sounded painful, and it took a good minute for her to stop properly. It’d tired her out, and she sat holding the arm she’d coughed in to, sighing. 

[ashesdivided]

A smile began to grow across Ash's face as she remained hugging the small woman in front of her.  Her words brought back memories, not all good ones, but still they were linked with Vera and so they had been turned rosy.  The woman had changed her life so much and every single day she looked back on their memories trying to figure out just how she had been so lucky to gain such a wonderful woman as a mother.  But her eyes narrowed as Vera suddenly broke out of the hug and started coughing raspily.  It seemed like it was painful and it took far too long to stop.  A wave of worry passed over her and she kneeled down in front of the woman.  "That sounds bad.  And I don't like it.  So I'm taking you back to your room and I'm getting you soup.  Understood?"  She stood up lightly and put out her hand to the woman.  "Let's get you better, ok mum?"

[ashesdivided]

"Concentrate..."

Ash was staring at the punching bag in front of her, her limbs were tensed and her body was in a springing position, before she quickly moved and attempted to kick the bag... but over extended, missed, and ended up falling into the bag.  "FUCK!" she screamed, her fingers twisting into the bag, before she stood straight up, looking back at the bag with determination on her face.

[landon-potter]

  Very welcome, dear.

[ashesdivided]

Don't call me dear.  Name's Ash for a reason.

[landon-potter]

  Interesting name.  Nice to meet you.

[ashesdivided]

Is it?  Think it's quite average really, but thank you.  

[rising-generation-rpg]

I guess we should go get the shots..

[rising-generation-rpg]

  why would I drink the vaccination? 

[ashesdivided]

Oh woops.  Wrong type of shot.  Sorry.  You worried?

[landon-potter]

  Oh. That’s an intersting way to go about this.  I’ll try.

I’m Aaron, by the way.

[ashesdivided]

Ash.  It's a pleasure.

[ashesdivided]

Anyone wanna teach me hand to hand combat?

[tomboy-tatum]

  As much as that comes in handy, I’d say you should probably learn how to actually punch someone. Believe it or not, comes in handy when you’re trying not to get killed.

[ashesdivided]

That's why I was asking for help.  I realize there won't be handy cliffs around whenever I need them.

[ashesdivided]

Anyone wanna teach me hand to hand combat?

[the-animal-girl-eva-deactivated]

  Hasn’t been the first time I’ve been punched

[ashesdivided]

Nor me actually the most of the time it's ghosts who are doing the punching and they're really bad at contact sports.

[landon-potter]

  No. I wouldn’t say i’m a fan.

[ashesdivided]

Well then just pretend you're in a really dimly lit hallway and that someone hired a really cheap, blind person to do the paintjob, and you should be fine.

[landon-potter]

I come here aaaand…im underground.  Fantastic.

[ashesdivided]

What, don't like caves?

[ashesdivided]

Anyone wanna teach me hand to hand combat?

[the-animal-girl-eva-deactivated]

  Well I’d be honored

[ashesdivided]

You should really check out my skills before you say stuff like that.  Genuinely I'm good at punching people when I'm pissed, but besides that I'm really just as weak as I look.

[ashesdivided]

Anyone wanna teach me hand to hand combat?

[tomboy-tatum]

  Depends, how shitty are you at combat?

[ashesdivided]

Well I know how to push people I don't like off cliffs, but my skills are pretty much limited to that.

[ashesdivided]

Anyone wanna teach me hand to hand combat?

[the-animal-girl-eva-deactivated]

  Oh lord, I really want to see that now

[ashesdivided]

Never.  Sorry.  But our heyday has finished.  Instead you get the honor of teaching my skinny body how to fight, so yeah.  Good luck with that.

[rising-generation-rpg]

I guess we should go get the shots..

are you ready?

[ashesdivided]

I mean I'm always up for shots, but is there a reason for this or you just needing a drink?