AMFG I died from the amazing. O3O

Ooooh <333

You just lost it.

This looks so cool *-*

>> << >> *poofs*

Kinda sounds like how my college math class was. The teacher explained everything very clearly. I understood it well pretty quickly, and yet I was able to glance at some people's tests when they were given back, only to see a few people were failing somehow. Baffled my mind. I even missed a few days, didn't do this paper worth 10%, and still passed the class with an A.

Can't really say much about school food. But my high school had pretty good pizza...unless they reheated it too many times.

..gradient to a tangent of a parabola..? The fact I can't remember what that is probably tells you something.

(wakeupupwakeupjergenswakewakeup)
The red stag, whose misfitted mask had slowly begun to peel away, cracked open an eye, though refusing to really move from his spot. "Huh... yew again..." he mused, amost absentmindedly, like his mind was somewhere else entirely.
(comeonondarlingletmeoutnotletmemetalktoherherletmetalktoherletmeletme)
More peeling.

((Oh hai :B))

(almostdarlinghangononalmost)
He winced, clenching his teeth as an entire upside-down arm of the leathery face covering broke off to hit the ground, only adding to the discarded pile of broken pieces. "Maybe... try and... put it back or somethin'? I... I can't..." he mumbled, struggling to shift his neck over and pick up the the fallen chunk of it with his teeth.
(thereyougogodontresistresistonlymorehurtinghurtingALMOSTAHA)
The red stag dropped it with a sharp cry of pain as an instense poundingsensation formed in his head. Shivering, he plopped his head back to the flower cushioned ground, eyes staring blankly ahead.
At this point, he could have cared less that there was a strange doe talking to him. And besides... she had healed him before... not like she could be bad... Although in normal circumstances that still wouldn't have been enough for him to trust her...
Now was a bit different, though.

By now, the piece that wrapped around his forehead was all that was left, and even that was starting to tear away at the edges. The sudden wave of energy, if anything, only seemed to provoke it even more.
(bitchneedsneedstoknowherplaceyesindeedbitchcomeonjergensletmemetalktohercomeoncomeon)
Another horrid burt of agonizing pain, though it was all entirely false. All nothing more than shock tactics from Friend. The intense discomfort was really nothing more than an illusion itself. Jergens grated his teeth together, trying hard not to scream. "Ah... C-Can't..." he quickly shifted over so that he could press his forehead against the doe's side, keeping at least a few fragments in place.
If he moved, they would fall away, and Friend would return once more.

(movemoveawayalmostherecomeonejergensalmosttherethere)
Just one swift movement was all it would take. In most cases, and in the past... the mask's absence would only allow for the personalities to mingle with one another, making the body's behavior entirely unpredictable as the cut cord would fight for complete dominance. But now, when Jergen's own emotional mentality was so completely drained of it's will... it would have complete control once more.
The crimson stag moaned in discomfort, quivering next to this doe... this doe whom he didn't even know the name of.
"Wh... Who a-are yew...? he whispered. There was certain sort of... familiarness about her, though in his own muddled mind he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"H-How do ya kn-know me?"
Another agonizing stabbing sensation, like knives in his stomach.
This time he screamed.

He had the memories, yes... faded as they were coupled with his own fuzzy mind, but at least Kahlan provided him with some clarity on what had happened.
(...kylar...?)
The pain stopped, more out of shock than anything else. Jergens himself tensed up as well.
There was something... really familiar about that name...
Who was he...
For several moments his body lay immobile, eyes, while dulled, stared straight ahead. If not closely inspected, one could assume that he may have been dead from the stillness of it all.
"Who...?" he suddenly murmured, feeling more and more disoriented with each moment, ready to pass out from exhaustion at anytime now.

((Hur... I'm gonna assume that Hooman Jerg never actually met Ky, more or less Bartleby would have just mentioned him around *shrug* 9w9 Unless you want otherwise, of course~))

(...)
Silence from the other party.
Jergens opened his mouth to speak, thinking of how to word it all. The cut cord was a part of himself. A part of his past, as well as an aggregation of his potential future and fragments of his past life.
To him, there were two things that Friend wanted.
"H-He wants..." he faltered, taking in a short breath. "He... He wants me... to be something else... I-I... I think..." he stammered. Really, he didn't understand that part of it.
The second part was much more obvious.
"A-And... he wants Faith..."

(...)
He swiveled his ears about in little circular motions, trying to better catch her words, though his mind, in it's almost drunken exhaustian couldn't quite decipher exactly what she was saying to him... The basic meaning of it all was still there, though.
He shifted himself again so that the last bit of mask was pressed to his face from the ground rather than into the doe's fur.
"Ya... Ya need to get o-outta here, y'know?" he mumbled. "H-He might h-hurt ya..."
Friend would most certainly attempt to kill if it meant getting information on Bartleby's whereabouts.

(...wellwhywhydontwetestthattheoryoutoutthen...?)
"But... I..." he started to mumble, automatically silenced by his other half's words.
(failfailtocomplyandilltellmasterabouthimiwiillohyesiwilljergensdarlingIWILL)
The thought that the cut cord would be lying to him (as he probably was) hadn't even occured to the confused red stag. As if on emotional impulse, he lifted his head and let the stray pieces of leather fall from his face.

Jergens was gone, and Friend had once more taken his place.

The maskless stag immediantly sprung up on all fours, backing up to offer a polite bow. "I'm curious..." he smiled warmly, "What else can you do besides heal?" he asked, as casually as if he were commenting on the weather.

Somewhere, deep inside the stag's subconscious, horrible, high-pitched wails and screaming cries for mercy commenced at the doe's muddlings.
Friend on the other hand, merely winced, as if nothing more than a hornet had stung his back.
"You're quite stupid, you know?" he cocked his head to the side, grinning as pleasantly as ever. "I only feel a fraction of the pain. After all, it is more or less his body... Granted, I do suffer from some of it... but your little trick seems to have hurt him far more than it's hurt me. Why did you think I was so careless with the wounds you healed several days back? Because I barely felt them... They hurt, but not nearly as badly as one might expect." he nodded, but his ears flattened agaisnt the sides of his head.
"I'm i-impressed, though..." he broke into a small stutter, probably feeling a bit more pain than he was actually showing... Liar that he was.

Oh... now this was unexpected...
More crying and wailing from his head. Lovely... it was beginning to grate his nerves....
"Why, I believe I can't move..." he chuckled, almost laughing at his own predicament. "Do you really want to keep hurting him, though? You can't hear him... but he's making quite a bit of noise right now... Do you really want to keep hurting him if I barely feel a thing while he suffers?"

((Oooh~ :'D))

Singing...?
He tilted his head in half-curiosity, half-annoyance. "What are you do..." he paused, a small flicker of discomfort, slowly growing in strength started to well up in his head.
...
Damn...!
Still, he kept the growing agony to himself... keeping that same leisurely smile on his face. "What are you doing now?" he asked, seriously wishing that he could use his own legs to run away.
Patience... Patience...

He left only once, and not even for very long or far away, for what the reindeer sought was rather close by. What was it he was after?
Mint.
The plant seemed to grow like a weed in the Forest, reaching bigger-than-normal sizes, and appearing in so many places. Including the log that rested near the two small trees that grew in a sunbeam.
Not that he was complaining of course. Toukan was a bit...obsessed with the stuff. It was probably why he hardly ever got sick - he'd heard it was good for fighting off bacteria.
And that was why he'd brought some here for whenever Kylar woke up.
For now...it was back to being a living heated blanket while he kept watch for any more trouble.

[[Felt a bit inspired. Don't need to respond if you don't want to.]]

An ear flicked at the groan, followed by the turning of the reindeer's head towards the stag he lay beside. Ice-colored eyes followed Kyar's attention to the wound at his ribs. He really wished the lightning stag hadn't jumped in the way to take on Illrose like that. Toukan could fight, after all. ...though he wished he didn't have to. Why had Illrose gone after him anyway? Yes, he'd fought her before - he had the (fresh) scars to prove it - but that had been in defense of a friend who was already near death at the time, and thus had been pointless for her to go after. He'd try to find out the reason if, when, she tried that again. And when that time came, he wouldn't let others get hurt in his place unless he was fighting alongside them.

Toukan tried to shift a little closer, not sure how else to warm Kylar up. He didn't want to aggravate any of his wounds after all.

He frowned in thought, mentally going over the plants he'd seen and could identify. The only one the reindeer had heard to have any sort of effect on anyone were mushrooms, and it wasn't exactly one of painkilling...
The devout pelt usually helped block out pain, or it did when he had it cast on him. It was very temporary though, so it wouldn't be convenient to use.
Sigh. "Unfortunately, the only thing I know of only lasts about a minute..." His tone suggested it wouldn't be worth it.

"I wasn't going to leave you alone anyway," was the response, tone almost tinged with amusement. His being here still wasn't involuntary, after all.

"Besides, you'd probably freeze if I wasn't over here," he lightly teased. Maybe he could at least distract Kylar from the pain.

The frozen ground crunched underhoof as the reindeer approached the two small trees that grew in a sunbeam not far from the Old Oak. He wasn't headed to this destination exactly, but rather, his target was the zombie antler-bearing blue stag that resided here.
He nuzzled his love in greeting, mindful of their antlers. "Hey..." He was here for a reason, so might as well be blunt since he didn't know how else to put this. "Listen, I need to take off for a few days." The tone suggested he didn't want to. "But I will be back, alright?" Toukan wanted it to be clear that he would never leave permanently. Heck, he wasn't thrilled about leaving for a couple of days even, but it was necessary.

He blinked. "Ah, darn." Toukan snorted in amusement. "So much for shocking you when I get back..." he mumbled to himself, though it was loud enough to be heard clearly.
"But yea. They're kinda..." He looked upward in his antlers' direction, giving his head a shake, flinching when the antlers shook a bit on their own. One would almost expect there to be a creaking sound accompanying the movement. "...not going to stay there much longer." He turned back to Kylar. "Suiren likes to collect them for some reason, so I'll be over there." Toukan nuzzled him again.

His eyes rolled at the dramatics, but he couldn't help joining in the laughter for a moment. "Drama queen."

Suddenly, he gave a serious stare, looking Kylar straight in the eye. "Don't get in any trouble while I'm gone." An eyebrow raised too abruptly, showing that he was really joking around. His mouth twitch as he held in more laughter.