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Characters: Shin and anyone who wants to spot him
Open? Yep!
Where: The streets of Schwanheim
When: 20th of Rebirth's Decline
What: Fed up with the sorry excuse for a wheel chair he has, Shin is attempting to get back on his feet. Slowly.
Warnings: Shin is an emo kid and still a grumpy pants.

To say that the streets of Schwanheim were inhospitable to a wheel chair was a gross understatement. Between the bumpy cobblestone and parts that were just well worn dirt, sometimes it felt like the chair wasn't even helping with how his back ached when he was out in it, not to mention how badly his arms were fairing.

But staying inside still was not an option. The Dreaming was empty (and he was not inclined to go prodding people's dreams again after getting at least one person mad enough at him to want to hurt him) and there was just simply nothing to do inside. Or outside, for that matter, but at least outside he didn't feel so trapped or cooped up...

Finally, a solution: A new back brace made by Hawk (with direction from Aralu) so that his back was supported, and a new walking stick to help keep him upright. The brace was uncomfortable as hell, but it wasn't as if there was molded plastic that could be used. Cloth and metal was the best they could do, and as long as it held his back in place so he could walk again, Shin would suffer it.

He still was moving very slowly and carefully, fingers white around the walking staff as he hobbled along, keeping his eyes on the textured road under him as he hobbled towards the edge of town. Getting away from this mass of people -- every one of them a chance to be knocked into and hurt his back even more-- was top priority...

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"I'm afraid I don't have nearly that sort of power," she replied apologetically. "But perhaps there's someone who can." There were certainly others among those brought from other worlds who were more powerful than she was.

"I doubt it," Shin dismissed, shifting a bit more before giving a deep sigh as the tension in his back eased. "Might just be easier to find a way so people can see me when I'm astral. That was the best way it worked back home..."

Tatra selected her tea and set it to seep, moving the bag around a bit with her spoon as she thought.

"How did you manage it back home, then?"

Shin smiled wryly. "Different people," he shrugged. "There was a whole world of different people who could just see me that way..." His voice softened with a touch of sadness. "I didn't have to even do much in the physical world. I could just see everyone in dreams and it was fine. This place is different. And I have to actually take care of this stupid body," he scowled.

"I see." That wouldn't be easy to duplicate, then. There might have been some spell that could accomplish that, but she didn't have the power to set it in motion.

"And you said someone here wants to kill you? Because of your dream power?"

"Because I stopped his nightmare," Shin scowled. "He'd rather wallow in misery, so he got pissed off at me."

She hummed thoughtfully and took a sip of her tea. No, it wasn't quite steeped yet.

"Some people believe that they are meant to suffer."

Shin nodded. "And that idiot yells at me for doing what he's doing because I'm stuck with this stupid broken back. Unbelievable."

"Ah." She offered him a sympathetic smile. "I believe I may know who you're speaking of." The young knight who refused to give his name. He held a great deal of anger for one so young.

"You've met that guy as well?" Shin gave a small smile. "Would it be too rude to say I'm sorry?" he joked lightly.

"Perhaps a bit mean-spirited." She let out a light twinkle of a laugh.

"He's had a hard life, but he is still young. I suspect he may grow out of it." Possibly into something even worse, but she was ever optimistic.

"Mental injury can be over come," Shin agreed, scowling with a touch of bitterness. His back, he was stuck with. It was a miracle he could move as well as he could... If the bone had gone even a fraction farther, his legs would be utterly useless and there wouldn't be a thing anyone could have done about it....

"He's rather a violent boy," she noted with a hint of concern. "He hasn't attacked you, has he?"

"He tried to. I knocked him out before he could do anything," Shin shrugged. "I'm not going to let some punk like that break me the rest of the way...."

She nodded her understanding as she took another sip. Yes, it was ready now. She set the bag aside.

"I'm glad you're alright."

"Thanks," Shin smiled faintly. "Despite how pathetic I look, I'm actually not too bad off. It's really handy being able to drag some one off into a dream at a moment's notice."

"Now if only we could find a way to help you get through the streets a little easier," she laughed.

"Yeah... that ones's a little harder." Still, he was smiling.

"We'll figure something out, I've no doubt." After all, in her world the strength of one's conviction determined everything.

"Hopefully. I don't think I could do this often.... and the chair's almost as bad."

"The chair?" She hoped he wasn't talking about the tea shop chair.

"Aralu had Hawk hobble together this wheel chair for me," Shin shrugged. "Better than nothing but still really hard to get around in."

"Then perhaps that's who I should ask for help." Even if they hadn't done a good job on the wheelchair, they were willing to help.

Shin blinked. "Who, Aralu?"

"And Hawke!" Tatra thought it was an excellent idea.

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