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Davis had spent the last night on call as an EMT, most of the calls he had been on weren’t too serious but it still made for a long night. It was better than bailing his team out of tight spots while being shot at while attempting to patch up someone else. Now he had a much more sterile work environment and a new team which changed almost every rotation but it was always a handful of the same people who he worked with, so he saw everyone at least once a week sometimes more. There were definitely people he enjoyed working with better than others but that true with any job.
The sunlight was attempting to get through the blackout curtains and a few rays were playing across his bed and the wall but he was dead asleep despite it being close to noon since he had only been home and in bed for maybe four hours but probably less. The hours were rough but he loved what he did for a living even if it wasn’t the most profitable of jobs, money didn’t mean a lot to him though. Dreaming of down time on base with Ross grilling up steak while they played horseshoes for tactical knives an annoying and unnecessary sound broke though the dream.
Jarred from sleep he groaned as he looked at the digital clock on the nightstand which read fifteen after twelve. “Oh come on.” He grumbled in an aggravated tone before swiping his phone from the nightstand since the ringing was slicing through his half asleep brain making it hard to thinking. Fumbling he finally managed to press the answer button and brought the phone to his ear as his dark eyes slide closed once more. “Hello?” He questioned in a gravely tone as he tried to hold onto the bits of consciousness which were already beginning to fade away.
Having not bothered to look at the call ID he had no idea what he was getting into and really he should know better. There were only a handful of people who ever bothered to call him and right now the EMT was really hoping that it was work since the alternative could have a varying outcome.
"I'm not here to serve others' needs," Rosalyn simply shrugged, although smirking at the male's quips. It was a breath of fresh air, their bickering having an effect on her in a way nothing could. The male knew how to cheer her up, though she would never tell him that. She feigned an impressed look, her arms still crossed as she tilted her head back, as if blown away by the male's comment, "Mad skills." She added in the same teasing tone that he was using, lips curled up in hints of a laughter.
"Yeah I see you trying, Dodger." Rosalyn smirked, hinting at him trying to win her over since they were children. The two would constantly fight to show that the other was better - a friendly sort of banter. "Of course. Like always, it's up to me to find out." The female shook her head with a slight roll of her eyes.
Apologising came easily to the female when she knew she was in the wrong - which wasn't often. A part of her was nervous of the reaction she would get from Davis at that, but she was relieved when he took it lightly, and she couldn't help but be grateful for his ever-present humour. It was one of the most liked aspects about him. With another roll of her icy hues and a small smile curving up her lips, "Don't push it, Dodger," Rosalyn spoke, "Like you drive me insane on a daily basis." The female added with a frown that could be easily seen as feigned. "And not even in the fun way."
Shaking her head at his response to him being humble, Rosalyn blinked momentarily, reminding herself of the cockiness that the male oozed and went back to business. She knew he would be humble when he needed to be.
The brunette could feel her power flickering with every swipe of her blade, every clash of their beams causing her to grind her teeth. They had fallen into place quite effortlessly, as if the swordplay was just a mere, well choreographed dance. But supposedly, that's what happens when you train together for so long, and have known each other for longer. "Confidence in this case is actually good." The Magister commented. She was often in the habit of giving tips in between fights so she continued, "Don't thrust your entire arm, Dodger. Just the wrist, it takes up less stamina."
Once Rosalyn ducked and swiped her blade in the air, she expected him to jump and evade the hit, but what caught her by surprise was him grounding the blade, sending waves of electric impulse throughout the ground and a blast sent her back through the air. The female's eyes widened slightly and quickly the azure hues switched to a golden shade, Rosalyn gaining control over herself as she used the last bits of energy to float herself away from the blast radius and back on ground once the wave subsided.
She landed gently on her butt, and her hues switched to an electric blue shade once again, but instead of conjuring up the electric sword, she was unable to form even a flicker, realising she had exhausted herself. With a chuckle, Rosalyn turned to look at the male, highly impressed, "Solid move, Dodger. Good thinking."
“You say that like you don’t praise people when they do a good job. You can’t act all big and bad Magistrate with me, I know better.” He teased well aware she pushed everyone for their own good but not in a way they would hate or dislike her. As a Magistrate her job was to make sure her tribe was strong and knew how to protect themselves and she was doing great in that regard since he had seen many of the Privus grow in their control of their new elements. “Damn right Ros, mad skills.” He grinned at her knowing she was being sarcastic but not caring in the least.
“I’m not the kind guy who gives up, even with the odds aren’t in my favor.” And even when he knew it was going to take time to get back to where they once were. Davis did still really care about Rosalyn but it just bad timing like it had always been. Besides he had never wanted to follow what his parents wanted just for their own benefit, they had never cared if he liked Ros or not, they had a plan to move themselves up in rank and he was that plan. It was sad really since he had been crushing on her as a teenager but when he knew that was what his parents wanted it had kind of killed it for him but he had still done his best to be there for her. “Those in denial don’t know they’re in denial, that’s the whole point of being in denial.” He stated with a wink and a grin.
“Don’t push it? That’s one of my strengths and you know it Ros!” Besides it was fun to watch her mild annoyance since despite her words she was rarely ever angry with him. She might act like it but he usually knew better. “Oh come on Ros, you know I drive you insane in the best way.” His lowered his tone and gave her his signature little smirk before chuckling.
As they trained he did listen to her tips since they both knew he could use guns, knives and hand to hand combat but sword play was not a skill set he was strong with. Taking her advice he lessened the full thrusts of his arm with the electric blade and motioned his wrist which was familiar and yet different from a knife. “You might be on to something there Ros.” He said as they continued their back and forth as their blades met.
Rosalyn used her gravity to pull her out of the wave of the electricity blast zone. The trees around them becoming charred due to the electricity that surged through their roots. As Ros landed once more Davis just feel backwards to lay on the ground his chest heaving from breathing heavily from the sheer effort of that insanity. “Solid move I don’t think I’ll be doing again anytime soon. I’ve made the decision that’s a last ditch effort kinda move.” It drained all his elemental power and now he was just exhausted. “You need to stop running men into the ground Ros, that’s how rumors start.” He joked as he slowly sat up and stretched.
Rosalyn smirked knowingly at the male's comment, a shrug easily rolling off her shoulders. "Didn't you know? Bad is the new sexy." She informed, flipping her long brunette locks as if in an attempt to show off. But she didn't need to. Not to him. Davis had been with her through her diaper times and past her awkward pre-puberty days. He had seen her at her worst and she was so sure he would never see her as 'sexy' or 'attractive', the thought made her furrow her brows slightly.
Rosalyn often wondered how things would have turned out if the Radix elements had chosen the two, and they had stayed back in New York. She would find herself thinking of how everything would play out had they lived the lives their parents had written out for them. Would they have been closer? Or would she, much like now, push away everything and dedicated herself only towards the needs of her clan. It was an odd thought, but in the end, the Privus Magister was grateful for finding this new line of elements. It brought her closer to the people she cared about once again. "Look at you being preachy." The female smirked, dismissing his wink with a shake of her head.
Tilting her head back, she folded her arms across her chest, a smirk reflecting his. "Oh you wish, Dodger." She spoke, referring to him driving her insane. "You wish you could have a flattering effect on," She gestured to her tall frame with both her hands, "All this."
Once training began, Rosalyn continued giving the male tips, acknowledging that it took her quite a lot of effort and concentration to fight against him, unlike most of his counterparts. The female was quite impressed with the way he was handling his elements and quickly switching between them. She knew he would burn out soon but his last bits of energy was used in the best way the female had ever seen. Astounded, she stayed back on the ground with a soft laughter towards the scene that had just played out. Half of the woods around them had been reduced to nothing, "Oops." The female chuckled, gesturing to the bare trees before getting up.
But the moment she placed her feet on the ground to steady herself, the female felt a prick before her skin was overwhelmed by a sudden sensation, pain shooting up her leg. "Fuck." She doubled over with a soft groan, realising one of the spikes they had showered on each other had penetrated the sole of her feet and adding to the weakness that was caused by energy drain.
Davis rolled his tree bark down eyes so hard he was afraid they might get stuck at Rosalyn’s comment about bad being the new sexy. Davis thought it was assumed that he believed she was attractive even if he never said it since he was more a show then tell kind of guy. Beside the last thing he wanted to do was try and distract her from her duties as Magistrate since this new clan needed her more than he did. After all he never had her and that didn’t seem likely to change and maybe it was better if she didn’t realize how he saw her.
Their lives could have gone an entirely different way if their parent’s prayers were answered but Davis some how thought they were better off with the way things had turned out. It was far more complicated and messy but it was well worth it. Rosalyn was still in the position she had been raised for and in a way he had taken up the same position his father had in an unofficial capacity. Truth be told whether she asked or not he would always offer his opinions and suggestions, the war he had been in had been a human one and not a supernatural one but he still remember what his father had taught him and despite the way most viewed him he did have a level head. “Me? Preachy?” A snort left him as he shook his head while chuckling at Ros.
As much as he would debate the fact later on, he could help but follow the path her hands made as she motioned to her tall and slim frame as she spoke about him wishing he had an effect. “Well if wishes were horses we all would ride, or something like that.” He chuckled knowing she wasn’t the biggest fan of talking during training. At least not if it was a large group since that was distracting but at the moment it was just the two of them which he liked better than training with the entire clan even if he could possibly help them learn a few things.
Throughout training even Davis learned and listened to Ros’ suggestions proving that no matter how much you knew you were always learning. If you ever stopped learning you were opening yourself up for failure and that was not something Davis would ever be accused of. It was still mind blowing that one single move that pretty much blasted a radius of where they were training but he hadn’t been thinking about the environment so much as not getting stabbed. To some training was like being in a bubble but since he and Ros knew each other so well neither held back and it was very well world. Maybe that meant they went a little harder at one another than necessary for training but they both knew their enemies wouldn’t hesitate which was why they trained so hard. Honestly sometimes he slept in on purpose even if he wouldn’t admit it.
Watching Ros double over in pain he quickly moved to her side since despite training they weren’t truly trying to hurt one another and that was the last thing he wanted to do. “Don’t move. I mean it Ros, this isn’t alpha male bs right now just stay as still as possible.” He knew he had a first aid kit in the saddle bag on his bike but it wasn’t for wounds like the one in her foot. Davis helped her to sit before looking at her shoe. “Take a deep breath because this is going to hurt.” He didn’t have a lot on energy left but the fear and adrenaline from the idea of harming her kicking but what little power remained inside of him. Pulling the shard of metal out he pulled off her shoe before focusing on his powers trying to work on healing which was something he understood. Visualizing what he wanted to happen he felt himself growing weaker as the adrenaline moved from him in the form of power to try and heal his Ambassador.
"If wishes were horses, beggars would ride." Rosalyn corrected with a shake of her head, a usual action to most of the things the male said, followed by a smirk when she caught his gaze trailing her motioning hands. "At least you didn't deny wishing it." Which was strange because to the female, while she came across attractive to most, she didn't think someone who had literally seen her in a diaper would think the same.
As the two bantered, the brunette wondered if Davis had specifically been late so that they could have this moment - training together, bickering and letting off steam just like the old times. It was a quick thought which was pushed away by rationality, even if that were the case, she had the moral obligation to treat him the same way as she would treat any other member for being late, the only difference being that she didn't mind him being late as it gave them some time with each other. Rosalyn wasn't usually nostalgic but moments spent with Davis would keep her grounded, and reminded her of a time when things were easier for them both.
The training was intense to say the least and if it weren't for the cool weather, she was sure she would have sweated from the excessive use of her powers, though she knew she had more stamina than the male. It wasn't just training, to them, it was actual real life simulation - the best way to practice was through reality rather than trying to be safe or keeping your opponent, unharmed. They were Initia's after all, they could heal.
However, Rosalyn did not notice the metal spike that stabbed into her foot when she was about to get up. She bit her lip, pearly whites taking hold of the crimson tinted flesh as the pain seared through her leg. "Well staying still is easy when I just want to rip my leg off." She groaned, hands clutching her knee as she sat down on the fallen bark of the tree.
The Privus Magister could taste the steely taste of blood as she gnawed at her bottom lip when he tried to pull the metal shard out. "Jeez, Dodger." She whispered, though her eyes remained on him the entire time, telling herself to calm down. She realised however, he was going to over exhaust himself if he continued to heal her. Leaning forward, Rosalyn placed her palm on his shoulder and gestured for him to stop. "It's okay, Davis." She chuckled, trying to ease the situation, "Your Magister is tougher than this. I'll just need to rest till I get back my energy."
With a shrug of his shoulders, Davis gave a roll of his deep and soulful eyes. “Close enough for me. Been the beggar.” Thankfully not for long since the recruitment centers had caught his eye and given him a chance at a better life. “Doesn’t matter, if I had denied it you would have called me a liar or rolled those eyes.” He said with a chuckle knowing it was likely odd the way his view on Rosalyn had changed over the year but they had gone from being children together, to the awkward teenage years and no reunited in adulthood. Their personalities having changed a bit along with their physical build and features.
Davis did need to do a lot better with fitting in with the clan and trying to help more than just Rosalyn but the Sterlings were his priority. Training with Rosalyn also meant that either would hold back and if they caused one another pain they would still be friend’s after well aware it was more for practical training purposes than to cause pain or be a punishment. The two seemed to know how to push one another to their limits and that was always a good thing while training. Neither were afraid of their elements or the power they wielded both rather confident in their own right.
Training with Ros always took a lot out of him and it took a good day or two to get his elemental strength back since it was usually close to completely drained. He did have greater stamina than when he first started training in Evermore but he still had a long way to go to get to where he wanted to be. Between rejuvenating his elements and his body healing from wound sustained it was always a interesting few days after training which always came with a good amount of trash talk. Usually Ros didn’t sustain any physical damage so seeing her bleeding and in pain was a new experience for Davis and he didn’t like it one bit.
Even though Ros wasn’t one to show pain, Davis knew the metal spike in her foot had to hurt and pulling it out wouldn’t make it feel much better but it was necessary. In order to heal it needed to come out. “Then you’d just be down a leg in still in pain so that doesn’t seem like the best idea.” He said in a somewhat teasing tone even though he was worried as he pulled her shoe off exam the extent of the damage. The elder Initia knew that Ros would heal but it wouldn’t be pleasant and would be hard to walk while it did heal.
Trying to help the process he ground his teeth together feeling the effort pulling on his own physical wellbeing. Over using your elements easily causing a strain on your body which could kill you if you didn’t know when to stop. Davis knew he was over extending himself but he didn’t feel like he was in danger of anything else other than needed to nap the rest of the day away. His focus was on healing the deep laceration in her foot when her small hand pressed against his shoulder trying to push him away as a gesture to stop. His expression was softer than usual and there was a hint of guilt in his eyes, “I know you are Ros but that doesn’t mean I can’t try to help.” The bleeding had slowed, “At least let me stitched it up. I have a first aid kit in my saddle bag on the bike.”
Not giving her a chance to answer he quickly headed to the bike careful of the metal spikes. Grabbing the first aid kit he headed back to the clearing and kneeled in front of Ros opening the kit. Opening an alcohol wipe he cleaned the area around the wound before opening a suture needle and threading it. The wound wasn’t large but it was deep or had been pretty deep, even though Ros only let him do a bit of healing it was in better shape as he worked on stitching the wound closed. “No over using my powers, just using the skills I’ve learned over the years.” He said with sending her a wink since it seemed like a pretty good compromise to him.
The idea of Davis being a beggar made guilt rise at the back of Rosalyn's throat. While it wasn't her fault that he was outcasted by his parents, she felt that she had been so preoccupied with herself, that she hardly reached out to help. "I think you," She motioned towards his outfit that had been criticised earlier, "Would pull off homeless pretty well." She joked lightheartedly.
"And yes, because I don't need a lie detector to tell you when you're lying." It was easy to determine Davis's thoughts for the most parts, the two having been around each other practically since her birth. Not only was she well-versed in how he worked, but she was sure he knew every quirk there was to her.
Training had been a series of elemental switches, attacks and defenses that had left both of them more exhausted than usual. Though they had silently agreed on pushing their stamina to its very limit so that with time they can build it up, a part of Rosalyn was always careful to not completely burn herself out in case an enemy decided to spring up on them.
This time however, the female in an attempt to save herself from the blast he had conjured, used the last bits of her energy to float herself safely out of the blast radius, leaving her vulnerable to threats. It was a stipid move and Rosalyn made a mental note to think of strategies that didn't require using her powers. After all, training was not just for the Privus members, but for their Magister as well.
It felt like she was being tested on the heights of her vulnerability when the female was stabbed by a metal spike, her frame hunching over in pain though her features only showed a mild wince, not used to letting her opponents know her weakness, even if the opponent was her very own kind. "I think I can pull off one-legged Magister." She chuckled through her pain, easing her shoulders back, "They'll write stories about me - the one legged Magister wh-" Rosalyn was cut off abruptly by a sudden pain that seared through her leg, her intended words lost and replaced by a hiss as she gritted her teeth, watching the male take off her shoe and examine the wound.
"I don't know what I am sad about more - my beautiful feet all red, or my shoes that have a hole the size of Pluto in them." She mused, shaking her head, though the pain had now begun to have a numbing sensation. As Davis offered to stitch up the wound, Rosalyn was left with no choice, waiting for him to come back with the first aid kit.
Rosalyn hissed once again as he dabbed a swatch of alcohol over the wound, a stinging sensation overcoming her as she forced herself to keep her gaze on the male, trying not to flinch or look away in an attempt to make herself stronger against the pain. "If you're using your skills, then I'm screwed." The female joked in an attempt to distract herself from the pain, her fingers curling into fists and nails digging into the skin to keep herself still. "Thanks, Dodger." The female finally spoke, a sense of vulnerability in her tone. But for once, she didn't mind. Rosalyn knew she trusted him.