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Ah, I get it.
Not like I’ve done that beforeMan is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Barnes
Two figures stumbled around the church. Leo and Rory. They were ready to leave, although the younger looked entirely exhausted.
Barnes got up, and gave the two boys a quick look before she faced away. “…Just a moment.”
She ripped off her other sleeve. Pushing her mask up her face, she tore at the sleeve with her teeth into two equal strips, and slid the mask back down before turning back to the boys. She held out the strips. “Rory, may I wrap your hands?”
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*barnes seems to have a thing for ripping clothing. lol*
Rory
For a moment Rory felt like he was going to be sick. He knew he could never run, and even if he could possible force his body to move that would mean leaving Leo. He looked at the woman for a long time. At last, he spoke. “Why?”
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
*barnes seems to have a thing for ripping clothing. lol*
Huh, I guess you’re right.
Barnes
The look in his eyes twinged in Barnes’ heart, but she kept her voice low and stable.
“Look.” She held up her hands to his. Both of them had deep scrapes from the concrete. Rory’s were a lot worse, since he had fallen farther. “These can tie around your palms and slow the blood a little.”
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Rory
Rory tightened his hold on Leo’s arm. “But why? what do you stand to gain?” He forced his voice to remain steady, trying to ignore the blood that dripped from his fingers onto the cobblestones.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
koshka
Sorry. I think I just got blood all over Leo’s uniform. lol.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Barnes
Barnes knelt so she was on level with Rory’s hands, and began to gently wrap them with the cloth. “I stand to gain your health and safety.”
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Rory
stiffened at her touch. He stood very still, his mouth tightening in a thin line of pain as the cloth bound up his wounds. “Why?” He asked again. “What am I to you?”
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Considering Leo already went a round of treating Rory, even ignoring the rest of this wild day, his uniform is probably not spotless.
Leo
He watched the exchange with growing concern, not that either of the others could see it through his darkened visor.
“We need to go home. I may not have a full medical bay at the Apartment, but we’ve at least got a full first aide kit.” Which kit was definitely fuller than the ones at the store. Seriously, what did Johnson and Johnson (whoever that was) think a half inch bandage would do for acid burns? Smoke inhalation? Shrapnel? Ridiculous.
They’d made their own.
Of course, even a handful of half inch bandaids might be nice right about now.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkBarnes
She gave Rory a long, expressionless look, which she only realized a few moments later. He couldn’t see her flickering eyes and mouth, as her thoughts came to a semblance of reasoning. Reasoning kept her sane, kept her so calm, that no one ever got to know her.
She nodded to herself, and bowed her head over his hands. “Every kid means something to me. It doesn’t matter if you know why, you just have to trust it.”
Then she addressed Leo. “Alright. Where are your siblings, what is threatening you, and what was the original plan?”
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Rory
Rory stared back at her. He had survived by hiding his every thought and emotion. He could play this game just as well as she could. Straightening, he let the expressionless mask slide over his face. “Trust is not a word in my vocabulary,” he said tonelessly. “For all I know you’re just trying to jeep my alive so that I can be turned over for interrogation. Or maybe you’re just trying to get close to us in order to find anyone else who might be in our ring. I don’t trust without good evidence.”
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Leo is very uncomfortable. XD
Leo
“Alright, kind of creepy mask lady who I think said your name was Barnes.” Leo tried on a smile, found it fit, and left it on. It would at least sound like he was smiling. “I think we need to find our way home. Is there a mode of transportation nearby which we could aquire with ease? Or shall I suggest we use our own two feet like regular bipeds?”
He blinked, unsure of what he had just said.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkBarnes
How was she supposed to prove something like that? He was right; there was very little reason to believe her, and although she was school staff, that wasn’t enough for him.
Barnes breathed out loudly through her nose. After a few seconds of thought, she twisted and dug around in her jacket pocket. She pulled out a wallet, and flipping through a few paper sleeves, held it up to Rory.
It was a photo of a tall solemn man, a woman with burly arms, and a young girl. They all had twisted pale hair and intense expressions, although the girl had the hint of a mischievous smile. She held her father’s hand to her chest, clinging to it and swinging to the side.
“This is me. Eh… twenty-five years ago.” Barnes gave a soft shrug. “I had a family, just like Leo. I am very different from your enemies – in this way, to start with. Your friends can question me enough to tell if I’m lying.”
She turned back to Leo. “I suggest we take the walk to your siblings, and discuss this whole situation where we can sit down. I would really like to lounge on a reclining couch, preferably with ice.”
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Or shall I suggest we use our own two feet like regular bipeds?
I should hope so; it would be uncustomary to try another way
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Rory
Rory swallowed and looked at Leo. He was still uncomfortable, but the picture had gotten to him in a way nothing else had. Leo was the only person he had encountered who had people like that around who loved each other. Obviously this was something close to the woman’s heart. Rory licked his dry lips, eyeing her sideways. “What do you think, Leo?”
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
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