[Street Near Gate] Awakening (Open)

[Thomas Alexandrite]

Timestamp: Fall 40, AV 510


After the world went dark, so did Thomas' mind. He was losing alot of blood from the wound on his head. All Thomas could see was darkness, and a feeling of coldness. "I need to stay alive." Thomas thought to himself, repeating it to keep his spirit high. His eyes opened again, but the world was still blurry, coming in and out of view. "I must stay alive, my journey is not over." Those words danced in Thomas' head, and finally the world came clear. Though still laying on the bags of wheat, his spirit remained standing.

[Hadrian]

Hadrian wasn't sure how much longer he was going to stay in Syliras, but he tried not to think about how anxious he was to get back to Zeltiva. He just felt so much more at home at the University, even though now he was no longer a student. In Syliras there was the family to contend with; he loved them, but he loved them better from afar. As he was wandering, something caught his eye in an alley, causing him to blink and double-take. Glancing around, it seemed no one was paying the disoriented young many any notice. Instantly calling up his Auristic vision, he peered at the man. There was definitely some trauma there -- parts of his aura were dim as his body sucked up excess energy to heal itself. And there was something else not quite right. Was he human? "Hm," he murmured softly to himself, then walked slowly closer to investigate. He was no brave warrior, though. At the first sign of danger, he would probably cut and run. "Hello?" he called softly. "Are you all right?"

[Thomas Alexandrite]

Thomas was very weak, the blood on the back of his head drying up. He wondered how long it would be before another would notice a disoriented person laying on the ground. Finally a person's voice came out to Thomas. "Hello, are you all right?" The voice asked. Thomas was thankful to hear somebody. Slowly he lifted up, leaning against the near wall. "I am not sure if I am okay. I must of took a great beating." Thomas said huffing and puffing. "Do you know where I am." Thomas said rubbing the back of his open head.

Thomas sat for a second waiting for a response, wondering why he could not remember anything, where he was, why, what he is. Thomas barely even knew who himself was. Amnesia had taken over most of the brain, leaving Thomas to gather the peices to a million peice puzzle, and put them back into place.

[Hadrian]

Hadrian wasn't sure his knee-jerk reaction of snark would be terribly welcome in a situation such as this. It certainly looked as if the man had been beaten about the head, at least. The young enchanter was still wary, keeping a bit of a distance and an eye out for danger. Syliras was relatively safe as far as cities went, but there were still con artists and thieves. Many sought to gain a person's trust before stealing from or killing them. "You're in the city of Syliras. Near the gates." The man didn't look especially steady, and Hadrian offered him a tentative hand despite his caution. "Easy, easy. You should probably sit down. Head injuries can mess you up..."

[Thomas Alexandrite]

Thomas was a little scared at the hand gesture of help from the man. Thomas did not want events to repeat, and him to end up someplace different with another injury. "I think I am to late in the mess-up stage, I swear, I can't remember anything, a home, a family, a history. Don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you." Thomas said letting out a small smile due to the man's face showing a little caution.

Thomas held out his hand and met the man's, instead shaking it in introduction instead of letting it help him up. "Thomas... Thomas A...Alexandrite I think." Thomas said, slightly smiling, his head pounding.

[Hadrian]

"If you're a con artist, of course you would tell me that you aren't going to hurt me," he said ruefully, but didn't shy away from shaking hands. "Alexandrite like the colored chrysoberyl?" Hadrian clearly had a head full of useless trivia. "Hey, um, how hurt are you? Do you have money for a healer? I know where one is and can help you get there... Oh, and I'm Hadrian Aelius. Hadrian's fine, though." If Thomas threw the name Aelius around, someone might recognize Hadrian, and he didn't want that.

[Thomas Alexandrite]

"I understand how you feel about me being a con-artist as you call it, but no, I am not one of which you speak." Thomas said trying to break the akward interactions. The man introduced himself as Hadrian.

"Nice to meet you Hadrian" Thomas said sliding up from his sitting position. "Really, I don't want money or anything, I got that covered." Thomas said pointing at a bag on his side, surprisingly still with him after all he has been through.

Thomas paused for a second remembering what Hadrian had just asked. " What's a colored chry-so-be-ryl?" Thomas said, most likely butchering its pronounciation.

[Hadrian]

"It's a semi-precious gemstone," he said, and left it at that. There was a deal of information he could add, but it would probably nothing the man wanted to hear. In fact, it would probably make his headache worse. Hadrian assumed there was a raging headache to go with the head injury. The man was on his feet, and Hadrian supposed that was a good thing. "Are you human?" he asked, figuring he would follow up on the discrepancy in the man's aura while he was probably in too much pain to be terribly upset that Hadrian was a bit forward. "Oh, and did you want me to take you someplace where you can get patched up? Or someplace you can rent a room and rest? Syliras has just about anything you could want."

[Thomas Alexandrite]

Hadrian asked of what race Thomas was. Thomas just looked back at Hadrian with confusion. "I think I am whatever you are, because we look alike, well you know what I mean." Thomas said whipping the dirt off of his clothes. The pain in his head seamed to slowly drift away the more he did not focus on it. Thomas was grateful to meet somebody new, and as friendly as Hadrian.

Thomas looked up at Hadrian, feeling guilty Thomas spoke. "I am really really sorry if I kept your from something, or disturbed your day." Thomas said looking out at the passing behind Hadrian. "I feel like such a pathetic seventeen year old." Thomas said smiling and looking at the ground. Thomas felt odd for a moment, almost like an animal, like he wanted to be in the woods, but shrugged the feeling off.

[Hadrian]

"Human," he mused, his eyes taking in the coruscating patterns of color that made up Thomas as much as the flesh and bone construction. His aura wasn't extremely off, but certainly different. Perhaps it had to do with his injuries. Hadrian was pleased that he could even discern the differences, let alone interpret what they meant. "Seventeen? Everyone's pathetic at seventeen." At least, Hadrian had been. He had only come into his own once he moved to Zeltiva. "Nothing terribly important," he said, still curious about this Thomas with the gemstone surname. "So... you remember your name and your age. Anything else?"