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[accidentally hitting record while he was inspecting the terminal was one of the last things on conner's mind at the moment. this place seems to be too farfetched to be considered real at the moment. besides, he probably has a concussion right now seeing as how blue kind of knocked him out three seconds ago before he got here. how...ever.... that happened.

anyway! he seems to be in a very serious conversation right now given the slight scowl he has on his face.]

—And you're sure that this isn't one big dream?

Yes, I am quite sure. You were brought here to-

Yeah, yeah. I know, I read the note. [conner sighs as he looks up and to the side. reading all of that with a throbbing headache was no easy feat either. conner purses his lips a little as he looks over the screen at whoever he's talking to. first things first, he needs to find something to dull the pain in his head.] Do you know if this place has aspirin or something that can alleviate headaches?

Aspirin? No, I don't. [a pause.] But maybe you can ask on there!

[conner deadpans a little as he looks down at the terminal in his hand.] I guess.... [his eyes widen a little when he realizes that the terminal had been on all along. welp that was embarrassing!] Well is there?

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[She shakes her head a little.] If you're injured, you...you shouldn't move. Where...Where are you? I'll go to where you are...

I've had worse. [he opens his mouth but stops as the terminal is yanked out of his hands. on the screen pops up the worried face of his falcomon.]

He's in room F2 004.

Room F2...Oh, that's just a few rooms down...[She smiles and gives a resolute nod.] I-I'll be there soon...

[And the feed suddenly cuts off.

Just as she said, a few moments later there's a light, almost hesitant knock on the door.]

We'll be here! [falcomon nods his head. and with that he hands the terminal back to conner who cuts off the feed. they will both be waiting in the small living area.]

[Soon there's a knock on the door. It's quiet at first, but it gets louder as a - male - voice is heard on the other side of the door]

You have to knock harder or they won't hear it...

Ah, we're here! We're here! [and with that falcomon opens the door. or, at least does his best because what are feathers. after a few minutes of fumbling, conner walks over and opens the door with ease.]

Uh, come on in.

[The small girl nods slightly, her light-yellow wings fluttering as she hesitantly enters the apartment, her Lopmon following behind her.

Once she's inside, she turns back to him, a little embarrassed.]

I-I'm sorry, I...I should have introduced myself before...inviting myself over. I-I'm...Fluttershy...

[he shakes his head and waves a hand dismissively.] It's alright. I'm Conner. [he pauses.] So, uh, do you need me to sit down or something?

Y-yes... [She motions to the end of the couch, where he could lean against the arm rest with his back to her.] J-just...have a seat, and I'll take a look...

Alright. [not really needing any further instruction, conner takes a seat on the couch.] I guess I should tell you I got punched in the head before arriving here....

O-oh...[Well, that might cause a concussion...

She steps up behind him.] Does...does it hurt anywhere...specifically?

[YEAH IT MIGHT. PROBABLY. NO BIG DEAL. he points to the spot right where blue hit him with that anvil/rocket thing, whatever it's called.] It hurts here the most.

[She looks at the indicated spot, then slowly runs her fingers through his hair, carefully trailing the tips along his scalp until she comes across a small bump.]

O-oh...here...[She lightly brushes over it again.] D-does...does that hurt...?

[he winces a little when pressure is applied to the bump on his forehead.] Y- Yeah.

[She gives a small, concerned noise, then glances at Lopmon.] Would you...get some ice from the kitchen downstairs?

[He gives her a salute.] You got it! [With a hop, he heads off to do his appointed task.

Once he leaves, she turns her attention back to Conner, gently massaging his head to alleviate the pain in the meantime.] Do you feel...dizzy or anything?

Oh! Oh I can help too. Let me help. [and with that falcomon follows lopmon out of the door. conner on the other hand, can't really help it as he leans a little in to the touch.]

Not really... I mean it tingles? But [he shakes his head.] I'm not dizzy. This is the first time I've felt like this though.

Hmm...[She's not entirely sure, but it doesn't sound like a concussion. But she'd have to be careful, since she wasn't really a doctor.

She gently continues to massage his head, rubbing his temples.] F-first you've...felt like what?

Sorry, I should have said since I've felt pain like this before. [a pause as he grabs a little at his shirt.] I come from a world where some people have certain powers. One of mine is invulnerability. I can feel pain, but it.... doesn't really... hurt as much. This though? Feels like my head is about to split open.

Oh...I see...[Suddenly it was starting to make a little more sense.

She continued massaging his head, mindful of the bump on his head.] S-so this is the first time you've felt pain like this...without your invulnerability to strengthen you...

[The door swings open as Lopmon stands in the doorway, carrying a towel over his head and calling down the hall.] C'mon, Falcomon!

[She ignores the Digimon for a moment, keeping her attention on him.] H-has...has anyone told you yet...about what happens to people's powers...when coming to this world?

[he nods his head slowly, mindful of any quick movements. he, however, can't help but lean in a little more while she continues to rub his head. hhhh don't stop, right there.] Sorta, yeah.

[falcomon rushes in with a bucket of ice.] I'm coming, I'm coming!

[conner sucks in the breath between his teeth as he looks up at fluttershy.] Yeah. I've been informed.

[Nodding a little, she meets his eyes and smiles gently.] I...I don't think you have a concussion...but I can see why you thought that. Since you're...not used to feeling pain the way other people do...it's hard to tell the difference from a bad bump on the head...and something worse than that.

[Her hands still after a moment, and she slowly draws away and approaches the two Digimon. She gets some ice from the bucket Falcomon's holding and wraps it in the towel Lopmon had. Then she rises to her feet, moving back over to Connor and gently placing the wrapped-up ice over the bump.]

Edited 2013-04-17 07:38 (UTC)

Well that's good. [he nods as he takes the ice bundle into his own hands and presses it against the bump] Thanks...

[She smiles shyly and nods.] I'm glad I could help...

[he looks to the side momentarily. ahh awkward lulls.] So how long have you been here?

Edited 2013-04-17 21:01 (UTC)

[She hesitates, thinking for a moment.] A-about...a month, I think...?

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