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When The Old Meet Two-Disasters Anew (Guardian/Fluff)

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Fluffypuppy77

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Discussions were never their strong suit. Actions were more their thing... but they grew tired of the same situations that called them in.
It was time for a change, The Four Horseman were getting old and bored; it was time for the new generation of Horseman to become a reality.
 
The Four Horsemen were all gathered together.... But for a different reason all together. They weren't gathered together to being about Apocalypse. Instead they were gathered to discuss turning over the reigns to a younger generation. It was about that time for new Riders to step up, and already there were a few viable people that some of the Riders had their eyes on.

Pestilence was leaning back in chair, cloak wrapped around figure and the typical witch doctor mask over their features. In the time they had been a rider, nobody even knew it they were a he or she. Honestly Pestilence themselves wasn't even sure. Not like it truly mattered what they were. Their gender didn't affect their work.
They personally already a new rider in mind. A young woman who had been in and out of the hospital the last number of years. She was suffering from cancer and over the last few months it had gotten worse. The mortal was still fighting but Pestilence knew it was taking a toll on the female. In and out of the hospital constantly the last few months. Tests galore, and all this while trying to balance college life.
No Pestilence knew. They wanted to turn twenty-three year old Kirrea Winters into the next rider of pestilence. If the mortal happened to accept.
"Have you all decided? We last gathered a year ago today, and decided that come a year we would have all chosen our next rider." Pestilence spoke after a moment, breaking the silence.
Chosen a human, but not named them yet. They wanted to be sure they hadn't chosen the same one. And they wanted to make sure that it worked out, that all four of them were stepping down from their mantle on that day.
 
It took no time at all for two to slap their names on to the table they had in this mighty room. Their humans faces forming in a holographic like projection upon it. War and Famine had spent little time finding their new riders; but had discussed it with themselves. While the humans chosen were not siblings, they looked an awful lot like each other- and that was ok by the two ancient ones- They need not know whom if they just taught them together.

As for the remaining Death, They had taken up to this point to find the right candidate for their needs. This was one rider whose boredom was not known, always busy and very withdrawn. The face he put on the table after a long pause, however, was none of the things they were thinking he would have chosen.
The young man in the small looped video was happy and smiling. But they couldn't see past the facade. There were three deaths around him that he worried about everyday; putting this smile on so the teachers and friends wouldn't pity him... but that heart inside was a sealed jar under so much pressure it could just snap at any minute.
And when he was at some fault for the deaths; an ill- timed drivers lesson; it was bound to be under even more. While he publicly wasn't blamed for this; Death had kept a side eye on the boy when his immediate family had their candles extinguished a bit too early... A high potential for a compassionate Rider who would know when and where his services would be needed.
"I Have Chosen. Andrew Green. And as I have seen no... duplicates... I feel...secure in my choice." a faded and haunting voice permeated through the silent hall as he voiced the name of his at last- the other two fallowing suit.
 
Pestilence was just looking towards the others before they were voicing the name of their choice as well. Although naturally there was a back-up choice, just in case this mortal decided to turn them down. Although one wouldn't really think that they would do that, especially when there was a promise of power. Not to mention, in the case of Pestilence's choice, freedom from her ailment. Although at the mention of Death's choice, Pestilence was slightly amused, only because it seemed like their choices actually knew each. A good thing, but a bad thing perhaps. But that wasn't to say anything they figured, after all.... War and Pestilence had known each other in the past, prior to being named as the current riders. Somethings just happened for a reason. Although at times the reasons didn't make sense at all, things still worked out in the end.
Now that all of the choices had been made, there came the fun of seeking them out and finding out if they wished to take up the mantle of a Rider. Although the thing that rather annoyed Pestilence about that aspect was that they had to do this under a full moon, who knew why but that was the rule that had been passed down throughout the generations. Thankfully the next one was that coming weekend, only a few more days away. Gave them the chance to watch their choices more, and fully decided if they had in fact made the right choice.

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While this happened, a young woman with platinum blonde hair and pale green eyes made her way down the hallway of the college, holding a few books to her chest. This was the first time in a few days that she had been to school, not after collapsing last week, and just getting released again from the hospital last night. Despite the fact that her doctors told her that she only had about a year left to live, somehow she remained optimistic. She had stage three lung cancer in her left lung, which was beginning to spread to her right lung. So she was quite careful about what she did during the day, making sure that she didn't do anything overly strenuous that would make breathing painful. Which meant no sports for her at all, which was kind of a downfall considering before this had happened, she had been a very sporty person. Yet again, nobody asked for cancer. This was a genetic condition in her family, so she had known that it had only been a matter of time.
Most of the time people in her family got it in their late twenties, early thirties. Nope not her unfortunately. This was the surprise that she received on her twenty-first birthday after she randomly passed out. What a grand birthday present.

Eventually she arrived at the classroom, and was walking into the room. There were already a few people there, and she was just smiling at them. "Welcome back, Kirrea!" one of the spoke and she was just giving a small wave, before going over to her seat, and sitting down. One of the notebooks she was carrying was being offered to somebody else, and she was thanking them softly for the notes that they had dropped off to her a few days ago. "No problem." they spoke with a smile and was giving her a light hug. One of her best friends. Although her other best friend wasn't there at the time, which had her wondering softly where Andrew was at.
 
Two handfuls of ice went down the back of a team mates shirt- earning a shriek and both soon running. Yes, fun in the sun, moody in the moonlight. A class room became a safe zone to the 5’ 8” young man. Though not tall, he had a voice to him that had many people following his lead.
An unwanted lead, his head always told him- he didn’t earn their eyes or friendship... Save for the few that he had before the crash that left him injured and three dead..... Injured only enough to slow down any professional sport like opportunities- missing two full digits on his, thankfully not writing, left hand. Sheared at the knuckle from a shard of metal.
Dirty brown and gold hair fell in front of his eyes as he blocked the door behind him, a heavy laugh and smile in his face.
To this the professor looked up, tisking and shaking his head. “This is not a playground game of hide and tag, Mr Green. Kindly sit or leave.” Lucky professor he as the man hurried away with bag in hand and was hidden among the students sitting as the door burst open again.
“Out! I know you, get out.” he ordered the scanning human with a flourish of a clipboard, the wet backed human huffed out a low curse and left the lecture hall.
“Thanks Mr Kay!” Andrew praises the teacher and was glared at. “Do you even have your work done?”
“Yes Sir!” and a report binder was on the flip table in a few seconds.
Here he was, his fake feeling all on show as he continued his college courses. Not like he wanted to..... but why waste what his parents paid for. Two years left.....



(accident here? or only after they get powers?)
 
(We could have it happen here.)

Kirrea was looking up as the door flew open and a young man ran into the classroom. And there was Andrew treating the classroom as a playground. All fun and games, until somebody got hurt. Since class hadn't started yet, and they could sit where ever, she was getting up although she was going down to the front to turn in her report to the professor. Something she had finished but had forgotten to turn in when she bad first walked in. After that she was going back up to her seat, although was pausing next to Andrew to lightly flick him in the forehead.
"Couldn't even say hello or anything." She teases her friend, her pale green eyes reflecting the playfulness. No she truly saw him as a friend, she had no reason to see him any differently. Others seemed to shy away from him, ever since the accident. But it had been nothing more than that, and accident.
 
To the flick, he looked up, not having truly heard the voice over his racing heart. "K? K!" The bag of his fell as he stood back up in a rush; taking the semi fragile human in a hug. Deep snuggle but not enough to pop spine or ribs. "Welcome back." Deep, happy tone- but as he was at her ear, not bellowing. "I hope you got those Snapstories and didn't think them too crude."
This friend...His true friend... Didn't turn her back on him for a second the past few years. True happiness was with her through this pain and her own when this took hold.
Still wasn't going to show her the sad side that ached to be gone too. Unless he sent drunk ones... He did that once to a friend in another country... Well... What friend?
 
Kirrea was giving a small giggle before she was giving him a hug in return. "Yes I saw them, and sorry for scaring you." She spoke before she was taking a seat next to him, one of the others handing her her stuff. Well that was nice. She was offering him something, a notebook from another class they had together. Notes he had brought the day prior, and she was returning now. "So my parents are wanting to know if you want to come over for dinner tonight." She was commenting after a moment in time.
Yeah she was twenty three and lived with her parents, but it was more due to her health. No point in getting her own place, and actually holding a job wasn't that simple either. Oh well though. Not like her parents cared. The basement had been reverted into a mini apartment and she was basically left alone.
 
"Anything other then cafe food, yes." Andrew whispered as the professor began to drone on again. Tapping his pencil on the second sheet that the man had handed her as he passed by. "Thats the important one, its for job interviews. If you wanted it." he offered quietly again as the first sheet only had the days lesson objectives on it.
The Two hour lesson and presentation went quick enough and he stood by, offering a hand to take Kirrea's bag. He knew her next class though he wasn't in it- his didnt start for another hour. "Want anything for lunch when you come out of your............" but he didnt finish as a crackling noise alerted most of the remaining students- to which all jumped in shock as part of the ceiling fell away. Most ran from the room but the professor remained, shaking as he called for the maintenance people.....
 
Kirrea was giving a small giggle before she spoke, "Homemade lasagna and garlic bread." With that she was just looking at the papers that she had been handed. Something about job interviews which had her stating that she would think it over. Although with everything going on, she hadn't had the chance to tell Andrew that things had gotten a bit worse. How the cancer had begun to spread to her other lung now as well. But she didn't want to worry him, yet again.... not even her parents knew. She hadn't allowed them to know the results, she was currently suffering with knowing all of this by herself.
Two hours later and the class seemed to be done, and she wasn't at all shocked that Andrew was offering to take her bag. That was pretty normal, and she was actually allowing him to take her bag. Typically she would insist on just carrying it herself, but not that day. She probably should have listened to her parents and just stayed home, rested more... but she hadn't wanted to miss out on more school. Thank god the school understood, and hadn't kicked her out of any of her classes. And her professors were understanding. Right now.... she just wanted to finish her semester.
"Something for lunch would be amazing." Kirrea spoke although she was a bit startled as well at the crackling noise, and part of the ceiling falling to the ground. Well that was very unexpected to say the least. Honestly a bit surprising considering this building was relatively new, well the part that they were in considering it was a new addition as of last year, and nothing like this had ever happened before.
There were murmurs from all of the other students that remained in the room just wondering what on earth was even happening. The professor was quick to call maintenance but something deep in Kirrea's gut told her that things were going to get a lot worse. She was moving out of the room, covering up her mouth and nose to avoid inhaling anymore of the dust and what not that came falling down with the ceiling.
 
Upon exiting after the professors yell, Andrews dusty brown hair was powdered in white. A sneeze poofed some forward in a cloud; like the kind that was slowly billowing out of the open door. Andrew was glad no one actually got hurt and smiled as the professor arrived out of the class room after his call- far more white then the rest of them.
"Dang... just missed getting out of class." he snapped behind the gentleman back that earned an over the shoulder look from him.
But nothing was said further as he hiked up both of the bags he carried and went to Kirrea's side once more. "Come on K, lets get to the bathroom and get you cleaned up- cant be good for you." he offered with a comforting shoulder touch and headed to lead her.....


Had they dared looked behind them in the cloud of dust, the spot they stood at touch- a ring of dead grass...
Once named; the ancients had a small leak of power- nothing major. It was to see the possible new ones abilities in a show of talent- weither or not they knew or could control it.
"Interesting outcome...." Death spoke calmly over the watching table. "New occurrences of rot at a touch. Once of hand, second of shoulder...." Calm in voice, but fingers rolled their nails a few times on the solid surface.
Was it a good thing it was such a strong reaction between those two? One someone who was going to die... and another surrounded by it but not able too...
 
Kirrea was just looking towards Andrew before she was speaking, "Yeah lets do that." Although she was looking back towards the classroom for a brief moment in time. That had just been so random and strange. The ceiling had just collapsed on its own.... but she was going to push it off for the time being. Nope that wasn't important at the time. The important thing was that nobody had gotten hurt. Startled but not hurt. Already the dust had her coughing a bit but not nearly as bad as some of them, those that had inhaled more of the dust. Man, she had the feeling that things were going to get quite strange that day.
After that she was just looping an arm through one of his arms so that they could get going. Honestly she really didn't want to go to her next class at all. Science. Typically she loved her science class but that day they were doing some dissections and she really didn't want to deal with anything like that. "I think I'm going to swing by and turn in the homework for my next class but not go. We are doing dissections and what not today and I really don't want to do that." Kirrea was commenting after a moment of thought, and was just giving a small shake of her head. And it wasn't as though her professor would care if she actually skipped that part. Typically she attended every other day, at least when she was able to.
 
"Good call, hated that too in grades." Tucking her arm closer but let it free once at the bathroom. Good thing it was further then sight, bushes they passed had a white mold on them- not quite death but her powers.
Oh joy, he looked, odd.... But cool with the white tips.... It earned a spot second smile before wetting it and getting it off his hair. Nah, he couldn't bleach his hair, too much work to maintain.
Back to K but not touching, she looked paler then she had under the rooms lights. "You alright still? Nothing worse?" Ah, illness talk... Bound to come up.
 
Kirrea was working on getting some of the dust cleaned off and was even taking a drink of water, swishing out of her mouth before sipping the water back into the sink. Ugh that stuff had given her a dry mouth, slightly anyways. Her attention did turn towards Andrew when he was he questioning if she was alright still, while she was working on getting some of the dust out of her hair.
A faint sigh escaped her lips before she was questioning in a soft voice, "Can we go somewhere more private to speak?"
 
He shoved himself off the door frame before speaking, "Of course. Turn your stuff in and I think we can get a private booth at Tams bar." Andrew offered.. Only in idea, that wasn't private per day but the noise, even at this hour might cancel things out if she was worried about something...... There was also his place... A proper private.
 
"That works." Kirrea was speaking with a soft smile before she was rifling out the paper that she needed to turn in, and soon enough she was heading off towards the science classroom, handing in the paper to the professor. She was gently explaining that she wasn't going to be attending the class that day, and would do something else rather than the dissection. Write another paper, whatever. Some alternative.
 
Andrew was patient while waiting, but his brain wasn't idol. The objects in the room screamed a craving for more then formaldehyde drenched animals, the beakers wanted to hold more then acids and water...
She was finally finished her talk and he rolled an arm over his eyes.
not wise to do it now, finish it for family, for Keirra.... Then act...
"No shit was given to you, right?" He asked, calm tone back as he straightened his sleeve, as if still brushing dust off.
 
Kirrea was walking out of the classroom and going over to Andrew once again before she was commenting that everything was good, although she was hiding a cough in her elbow at that point in time. After that she was just taking his hand, and leading him off down the hallway. Although in the end she was giving a small sigh before she was just walking to the nurse's office with him.
Nope nobody else in the office other than the nurse, and the woman wasn't going to say anything that she overheard.
"Andrew....." Kirrea spoke as she sat on the edge of one of the cots, before she was brushing some of her hair out of face then let out a breath of air. "I.... Yes things are worse.... You knew about the cancer but.... I wasn't honest how bad it was. Stage three in one lung and it has spread over to the other one. They were predicting this time that I had a max of a year to live at this rate."
 
The human before her remained quiet. The nurses gaze turning back to typing before he spoke up. "Why lie about that for so long?" He would have gone to see her everyday had he known.
He wasn't loud, or angry, just... Sad. Sad she thought this had been what she needed to do. The cost she was on creaked under his weight as he say nearby. "I came to you after..... After the accident, knowing and hating to bug you on top of this... And only now I'm learning its worse?" He had choked a bit, refusing to say his families deaths.
Was he not trusted? His right hand squeezed his left, the phantom twitches of the two missing digits needed to be stilled.
 
"I just found out shortly after I collapsed last week that it had spread. I didn't tell you right away because.... I needed to come to terms with it as well...." Kirrea spoke in a soft voice although she was just looking down at the ground but she had tears that were falling as well. Hell she hadn't even fully accepted it herself.
She was however hiding another cough in her elbow, not at all shocked that it was rather painful. That wasn't anything different from usual.
 
Between the two of them, they only breathed; she the best her lungs could... And he who wanted to stop.
"I want to be with my family.... Everyday.... But cant. Mom paid me all out for two more years...." He admitted for the first time, out of the nurses ears... Hand turned knuckles of left hand bone white.

"Hold out for two... I'll join ya then...." He knew she didn't want to die.... Why would he say that?????
 
Kirrea just looked towards him before she spoke, "And my family.... while they love me.... I can see that they are stressed. They see me as nothing but a burden." After that she was just watching as he got up to head off to his class before she was looking towards the nurse and was questioning if the woman would be alright with her napping there. There were a number of cots that were there, and if she needed to leave then she definitely good. Not like it would be the first time that she had napped there.
 
That hour flew by.... and he hated it- still no food too. His mask returned when his team mates showed up.... and faded at the end of the day.
He didnt know where Keirra went after the nurse, and he didnt look. His mind debated against going to the dinner she offered but needed the food.
An hour to courage up and the mask was on once more as he knocked on her home's door. Took two buses to get here today- the one line being worked on.
 
After a short nap at the nurse's office, Kirrea had in fact ended up returning home. Currently she was curled up on the couch in the living room, just listening to her parents speaking in the kitchen. She was however getting to her feet at the knock on the door and going over, opening up the door to see that it was Andrew. "I was wondering when you were going to show up." she spoke with a slight smile, although she seemed like she was a bit more pale than what she was earlier.
 
"Good evening, Mr and Mrs Winters. I heard there was going to be lasagna." he laughed his way in to the home, a wave from the older man his entrance.
"Hi K.... any better?" by the look of her face, no..... but nothing he could do but play up a good act.
Dinner and dessert, a nice treat. With enough to take home bagged up, he was on their couch near his friend. She was fading but still trying her best.
 
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