Log:Arion's Compulsion

The Regent Legacy 2014/07/20 Dorian Paragon

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Inside Starguard

Dorian comes out of his office, now having a fair amount on his plate, after recovering that rocket from further out in the solar system.

Paragon steps out of the security area where Arion is being held, rubbing the back of her head as she sighs. Still no changes in Arion. She'd hope he'd recover from his catatonic state, but there's very little she can do for him, save keep watch. She steps to the side of the security door and folds her arms over her chest, standing guard as she collects her thoughts. While she remains motionless after this point, her eyes flicker to track passerby and any unusual movement.

Alarms start going off, there's been a change in Arion's Vitals.

Arion sits up, his eyes alert, too alert.

Dorian furrows his brow and hurries down to the security area...where hopefully a medical team is moving now as well.

Paragon's head lifts up. Whatever the alarms are for, her first responsibility is Arion. She drops her arms from their folded position and heads back into the security area in a sprint.

Confused, he doesn't know where he is but it looks, no matter what plane of existance he's on, like a prison. How did he get here!? Where is He?!? His skin changes, hardens into stone, and one hand ices up, while the other turns into a molten piece of magma, a rolling ball of wind surrounds him, his eyes though panic'ed and frenetically searching for escape...

Paragon skids to a halt in front of Arion's cell, her head whipping about to look for shadows or other intruders. "Arion! It's me!" she calls out to him as he panics. She holds up her hands at head level in a peace-making gesture, hands open to show there's no mal intent. "Calm down, you're safe," she says soothingly.

Dorian gets to the cell area after Paragon does, but before the med team.

Paragon glances to Dorian. "Could you please unlock his cell so I can talk to him? I think he's claustrophobic."

Arion had many dreams while he's been under, chaotic dreams, and a calling...his eyes roll into the back of his head and the bubble of wind turns into a bubble of crystal within the crystal you can hear a rising yell coming from Arion, until it reaches a crescendo..

Dorian raises a brow...but nods. He unlocks the cell to let Paragon in.

Paragon has seen something like this before, but she can't just stand by and do nothing despite the risk. "Thanks, Dorian! You might want to...suit up. Or...you know." She doesn't really know what Dorian calls it when he changes. She opens the door and steps inside, moving towards the bubble of crystal. "Arion, stop. Calm down. Please, you need to control your powers," she raises her voice over the crescendoing yell, pleading and reasoning with him as best she can.

Dorian steps inside as the med team shows up. He says to one of them, "Lock the door after I step in."

Arion explodes..or at least the crystalline structure around him does the elemental crystals fly in every direction....

Dorian is blown backward into the door, thankfully after it was locked. He slumps to the ground, reverting to his energy form...the body misting...

Paragon slams back against the questonite wall, a large crystal shard piercing through plate armor and flesh straight through her torso. She slides down into a sitting position, leaving a dark bloodied smear in her wake. Her eyes dim but she's still awake. The pain tells her that. The one saving grace for undead is that they rarely need most of their vital organs. Her head turns to her side to look at Dorian beside her. "Dor--...Dorian...?"

The explosion sends shards everywhere, and while they clink harmlessly off the walls, Dorian and Paragon are a different story. The concussive force is every bit as dangerous as the shards, and after the explosion, Arion floats in the middle of it, back to his senses, confused, but in control..

Spirit isn't bleeding...but his body looks less than solid now, like it's dispersing.

Arion looks around at the damage he's done. "...Paragon?.." says although his voice is wavering, as if waking from a terrible dream..

The medics would like to get into the cell to check on people...but instead they leave the cell sealed and call for an SG Delta team as backup, if necessary.

Arion's skin returns to normal, his icy and blazing hands disappears, and he floats down to the ground.

Paragon nods slowly as she gathers her feet under her and leans a hand against the wall to help her rise up. "It's me...Arion..." she wheezes, having trouble getting out the air to talk with part of her lungs pierced, but still very lucid. She takes a few steps to Dorian and tries to check how he's fairing, unsure if she can do anything to him in his current state of dispersal.

One of the medics knocks on the door to try to get Paragon's attention, "Make sure the situation is secure, and we can check on the commander!"

Paragon looks to the medic and nods her head once, then turns to face her young charge, taking a step so she blocks Dorian and the door in case there's any other unexpected displays of abilities.

Arion nods..looking at the giant shard in her chest..."..Can I help you with that...?" he seems at a loss, he's seen lesser injuries kill one of his kind, his lords and ladies chose well in allowing Paragon to be his defender.

Paragon shakes her head slowly. "I'm fine," she says as she looks down to observe the damage. It's pretty extensive. Usually people advise not to remove an object you've been stabbed or impaled with, but it's not as big as a concern for her. Her right hand reaches up and her fingers curl around an edge of the large shard. With an awful screeching, wrenching sound as the crystal scrapes along the broken jagged edges of her armor, she pulls it out of her and lightly casts it aside.

Paragon says, "What was that? What happened?"

The Delta team shows up in gear with armor and rifles. Seeing as things seem to be under control, the med team slips inside to check on Dorian first...getting him out of the cell. Arion shakes his head.."I don't remember..it..I just felt something calling to me, then I was here, but I was..was confused, and then my body just did that.."

Paragon turns her head to watch as the medics extract Dorian, hoping he's alright. Once the medics safely get him out of the cell, she turns her attention back to Arion and takes in a ragged breath. Listening to his account, Paragon just nods. "It's okay..." she says softly. "You're safe. This place is the closest thing we have to a fortress or castle." She coughs a little, placing a hand over the chest wound. "Do you...have any details on the thing calling to you? What was it saying?"

Arion nods, clearly frightened of what just happened, he has put on bluster, and been angry before, but now...now he is scared. Scared of what he is becoming. Angry at his lack of choice.. "It was him..He was calling to me."

Paragon asks gently, "You mean Regent?" She takes a few slow steps towards Arion, keeping her injury covered as best she can with her left hand. More to keep Arion from worrying about it than to hold herself together.

Arion nods slowly, "Yes..The Regent. He calls to me. Bids me come.."

Paragon's eyes narrow slightly in suspicion. "Come where?"

Arion points in the direction of the clearing, although unless you're familiar with it, it just looks like he's pointing to a corner of the room. "There..to consecrated ground."

Paragon's teeth clench behind the helm from the pain caused by the movement as she reaches out to place a hand on Arion's shoulder. She's trying her damnedest to hold back the pain and play the part of the tough protector. "I don't know if it's safe," she says in short breaths. "The child of Water came to Earth looking for you. Why--," she turns her head as her words are interrupted by a spasming cough. So much for acting tough. She swallows and turns her head to look back at Arion. "Why did he want you to go?"

Spirit is carted off to the med wing to be observed by the doctors.

Arion shakes his head, "I do not know, I simply feel like I must go.."

Paragon considers that in silence. "Perhaps we can arrange a group to escort you after we scout the area first. To make sure it's safe." She pauses to take a few steadying breaths. "I'm...not in the best condition to take you alone."

Arion shakes his head, "No..if this is a safe place, then I should stay here until you find a way to stop Water."

Arion looks as the medics take Spirit out.."Who was that? I do not recognize him...I..I am sorry though.."

Paragon smiles weakly behind the faceplate and nods. "It's the safest place around here. We're going to try and bring the fight to her." It's taking a lot of energy just to talk without showing how hurt she is. "We'll probably switch you to a clean cell though," she looks around at the damage and the blood stained wall she left behind. Her eyes settle on the door as she answers softly, with some worry in her voice. "That was Dorian. He's...an old friend. He was here to help."

Arion sits down clearly upset..."I am sorry, I...I did not know..I could not control the power. I do not even know what happened..." he seems to start to weep, at the end of the day, for all his power, and all the immortality he possesses, he is only 15 years, he has lived a sheltered life, always in the heart of the capital of the plane of air, always protected by his Father, Queztalcoatl...he has never known want, need, or danger until the Regent passed...

Paragon steps to Arion's side and turns about. With a strained grunt, she eases herself down next to him. The last few inches are more of a controlled collapse into a sitting position as her body gives out from the pain of the movement. "It's alright, Arion. It'll all be alright. We don't blame you," she says soothingly as holds her good arm open in an offered hug should he need it, or a shoulder to cry on.

Arion turns to her, not realizing just how injured she is, and holds her hug, face in her armored shoulder, "I'm so sorry..I..I don't know what to do, my father always had the answer..but.." he pauses, "But he is just a villain too!" his words are bitter and angry..

Paragon wraps an arm around Arion in a hug as he puts his face to her shoulder, holding him gently. Her left hand still covers the wound to avoid revealing the damage done. "Shhh. It's alright," she says softly. Weakly. "You just have to let us take care of you. Keep you safe. Your father..." she pauses a moment to think. "Your father may have done a bad thing. But he did it out of love for you. And love...makes you do crazy things." Something she has come to painfully understand in recent days. "It doesn't forgive what he did. But it was done out of wanting you safe; not out of malice or villainy." Could the same be said of Neptune? Maybe. But Ariel for certain wants to kill for the sake of power and destiny.

Arion continues to weep. "He did it for me..that means..I am the source of his evil.." this position is going inward, towards darkness.

"That's not true. He's not evil, and neither are you," Paragon says with firm confidence. She gives up trying to keep up appearances, lowering her left hand and wrapping both arms around Arion to hug him. "It was misguided love. That doesn't make him evil. Nor you the source of it." Her HUD display flashes a small alert in a red box in her upper right field of vision. <> The message flashes a few times as it calculates, but she ignores it and focuses her attention on Arion.

Arion seems to come to some kind of realization, "This must come to an end Paragon. This must. This has been madness. I will see it over." he stands up, resolve seeming to harden in front of your eyes. "The time is coming soon, I can feel it in every fibre of my being." he watches as the Delta team still stand outside on guard, "I think you should see to your friend. Please let him know how much I regret hurting him. I will stop this...soon." he looks at the gaping hole in Paragon, "I am truly sorry...I know you said you will heal, but you must be attended to as well..."

Paragon nods and with a pained grunt, she pulls herself to her feet. "We'll see it done together, Arion. But for now, you stay here safe. Let me and my friends take care of the child of Water. We'll be going soon to bring her to justice for what she's done. I'll come back to visit, hopefully with news of Water being stopped." She walks slowly to the door and opens it, talking to Delta team outside. "Can you transfer to him a clean cell and stand guard to keep him safe?" Some words are exchanged and arrangements made. She looks back to Arion and says kindly, "I'll let Dorian know. And don't worry about apologizing. This?" she waves to the gaping hole. "Just a scratch for me." A lie said for Arion's benefit. It's much more than that, but she can still fight if need be. "Please take care, Arion. We'll keep you safe, and it'll be alright," she says encouragingly before turning and leaving the cell.

As Delta takes care of moving Arion, Paragon exits the security area. Once the doors close behind her and she's out of sight from Arion, she grips her chest and grits her teeth, hunching over. She definitely needs medical attention. Or a place to rest, since her home is destroyed. Blood drips down the front and back of her armor slowly, but she's still able to stand for now. She shambles slowly for the exit, intent on getting herself to a hospital or a mechanic.