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What happened?
We’re in the elevator but it’s far from over.
*sigh* please don’t make me commit arson with my Agents just to bring you guys back.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Don’t look at me, Marcel is unconscious. (I’m waiting for Koshka :P)
“Everything is a mountain”
Okay, well so am I.
@koshka where are you!? We need you!!!Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
*still flopped on floor*
Homework…due… must save ice cream.
*Waves vaguely in the air*
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkEXCUSES!!! Can’t roll my eyes hard enough!
lol.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Leo
Marcel didn’t look too good, but that was kinda to be expected. What he’d give to hear the full story right now.
The elevator doors slid open. Leo led them down the winding aisles of humming machinery to the break room door. Maybe it wasn’t wise to retreat to the same position twice, but he didn’t have much of a choice until they found a way out.
“Lay him on the couch.” Leo said as he closed the door. He set Quincy down in a chair and went to rummage through some cabinet. “There’s a first aid kit around here with a manual for electric shock. That’s probably the closest thing to what he’s experienced.”
He found the box and carried it back to the table. He took a moment to examine his patient. Most of the damage seemed to be to the kid’s wings.
“Is he okay?” Quincy whispered, wispy eyebrows trembling. Leo looked up from the manual. He smiled.
“I think so. Why don’t you get one of those chocolate things out of the fridge? I’m sure Rory here needs something to eat”
Silvia
3 to 4 liters. That’s all it took to bleed out. Silvia blinked and leaned a bit shakily against a wall, her head swimming.
She looked around the hallway, trying to gather her wits. Her eyes fell on Alpha. He’d said something, asked her something.
“Pardon? I’m-” her voice cracked. She swallowed and kept going. “My name’s Silvia. My brother’s around here. Somewhere. But those creeps had my baby brother and…”
She blinked. Her face turned red, then white, and her eyes snapped away from Alpha’s stab wound. More blood. More nausea.
Get ahold of yourself, Silvia. You may not be cut out to be a med student, but you’re not stupid.
“That’s gotta hurt.”
She could smack herself.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gork*Rolls eyes back*
I really do have a lot of work I’m currently avoiding.
LOL
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkOh okay. Lol. That’s alright! 🙂
That’s cool! I can also give a short description rq.
Maverick Nalvailro: 15 or 16 years old, kinda short for his age. Dark skin with bright green eyes. He’s probably wearing a really tall, asymmetrical top hat and a normal-ish outfit. Sorry, I know normal-ish isn’t descriptive lol.
Navin Nalvailro: also 15 or 16. He’s pretty much the same except he’s taller with a long narrow nose. As far as his outfit, it’s probably something dark colored and boring to try and blend in.
I can try to write something really fast to get it started.
Navin
Navin shoved himself into a small closet, his neck growing sore as he blindly scribbled down words in a notebook. Sounds would come and go, and his heart would speed up or slow down depending on how close the voice seemed.
When the tip of the pencil marked the next page which he couldn’t see in the dark, the door swung open.
Navin jumped to dash away from the person yet only aided in further trapping himself in the small space.
How did you find me- I’m trying to escape society and you count as a member of it!
Navin proceeded to internally complain about his brother who immediately began a rant of a bunch of topics he didn’t care about at all, as well as giving an excessively detailed explanation of why Navin’s hiding spot was terrible.
“You could’ve at least gone for the top shelf, but you pick the spot where everyone can kick you,” Maverick said, finally reaching to help pull Navin out of the small space.
“Oh, okay,” Navin replied nonchalantly, stretching the moment he was free. He held up the notebook and began writing again, as well as noting the two people climbing through the window down the hall.
Maverick raised an eyebrow, reading question Navin specifically labeled, Don’t read aloud.
“I don’t know why they’re climbing through the window!” Maverick said defensively, making no attempts to maintain a low tone. “Do you want me to ask them? Why, hello there window climbers!”
Navin cringed, the words embarrassing the very depths of his soul. He ran the opposite direction while Maverick continued talking to the strangers.
(Was this alright? Sorry, I was trying to get something started really fast.)
"Great winds of a derecho, you're a scary bird!"
Don’t we all.
Except, actually not me.
At the moment………..
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Rory
Rory looked from Marcel to Leo, trying to read the young man’s face. Is he going to make it? Rory wanted to scream the question, but he remained silent. I can’t watch someone else innocent die because of something I did… or didn’t do.
“Is he okay?” Quincy whispered, wispy eyebrows trembling.
Rory swallowed hard and looked at Leo.
Leo looked up from the manual and smiled. “I think so. Why don’t you get one of those chocolate things out of the fridge? I’m sure Rory here needs something to eat”
Rory glanced over at Quincy. He was about to protest and say no, he definitely didn’t need something to eat. he felt like throwing up. But the tremble in Quincy’s lip stopped his in his tracks. Leo was trying to make light of everything so as not to scare Quincy. “Yeah, I’d like that,” Rory said, wincing at the hoarseness of his voice. Quincy moved toward the fridge and Rory stepped next to Leo, placing trembling fingers against Marcel’s neck. “He’s still alive.”
Leo just nodded.
Rory glanced over his shoulder at Quincy. “Are you going to ask him what happened?”
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Uhhhm… I’m not exactly sure just yet. Sorry.
"Great winds of a derecho, you're a scary bird!"
I did not intend for my character to get this hurt. 😂 I anticipate he will be very chill about the whole thing and probably skip hospital. Even if that’s a poor decision.
Marcel
Voices rose and moved. Marcel opened his eyes; the fuzzy light of an electric bulb hung over the couch he lay on. He didn’t have the best position to look around, but from the sound of it, he was in the basement or a back room.
He was awake. That was good.
A young man, who stood over him, let out a sigh of relief. “He’s awake, Leo. Are you okay?”
“Oh, hi.” Marcel closed his eyes again. The temperature in his body shifted sporadically. One moment, clammy sweat soaked his skin – the next, he was freezing. “I’m a little out of wack. Where’s Quincy?”
“I’m here!” The boy piped up from across the room.
Marcel tried to sit up. The muscles in his shoulders spasmed. “Ow ow ow ow ow…”
“Everything is a mountain”
Not a lot I can do without Koshka as she makes up half the room.
Rory
Rory quickly pushed Marcel back down. “Stay put and don’t move. You got hit by something. I think it was Quincy’s shield.”
He glanced over at Leo for confirmation, but Leo was rummaging about in his fist aid kit for something.
Rory turned back to Marcel. “Look, just don’t sit up… or shift…. or move. At all.” He dropped to his knees next to Marcel, a hand still on the boy’s chest. “Do you know what happened back there?”
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Yep
Marcel
“Sure I do.”
“What happened?”
“A bunch of guys started stalking the kid. Didn’t like that.” Marcel paused to hiss through his teeth, and lightly relaxed his wings. “I would have stuck with normal street fighting, but they kept coming so I had to improvise.”
“Everything is a mountain”
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