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Post by schribbit on Jun 8, 2016 16:29:15 GMT -6
As the beasts drew ever closer, Vervain suddenly felt a sudden boost of morale. He turned towards Isla, as she was the source of the sound that strengthened his will. "A beautiful song, Miss Emendeuth!" Isla paid no attention to the compliment, as she was quite used to people praising her music. She was however glad to know her spell affected someone, as while spells did not take up any of her magic energy, it was always a bit physically taxing to play her heavy instrument. "It's Pippin!! I'm an apothecary!!" The goblin shouted, almost not believing the words as they slid out of his mouth for the first time. In another situation Isla would have found this quite interesting, as no doubt this Pippin travelled to sell his wares, but in their current situation she doubted the skills of selling medicines and herbs would help them. She was soon proven wrong however, as the green being leapt from his spot. She fleetingly thought of him as foolish for lunging towards an enemy with such a small weapon, and quickly played a protection spell to be set over him. If he was going to be reckless, she might as well help him avoid being killed on the spot. As she finished up her spell, a Beastman charged at her from her left. She had no time to play another spell to slow it or weaken it, and instead wielded her war violin in its ax form, swinging at the creature with all her might. It cut through the beast's chest, nearly incapacitating it but not enough to stop it from getting back up and lunging back towards the woman. With all her strength she swung again, this time knocking it back far enough to land next to Pippin and the hound, the Beastman passing out after impact. Isla suspected it could get back up in the future if she did not do anything more, and played a quick spell to weaken it, with its proximity also affecting the hound Pippin was currently handling. She had doubts it was necessary, in that Pippin seemed to have things under control, but it wouldn't hurt to apply anyway. |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Jun 8, 2016 16:49:57 GMT -6
Florence gripped the strap of her leather bag, spinning it around as though it were a flail and waiting for some sort of creature to draw near. As if on cue, two beastmen ran towards her, mouths agape and looking to sink their teeth into something. The gunslinger's bag was sent straight into one beastman's mouth, completely shattering its jaw to which the creature writhed on the floor in pain. As for the other beast, once it drew close enough, Florence fired her pistol point blank into the creatures chest, its ribcage bursting open and its innards now visually spilling out of its body.
Florence noticed Vervain making his way towards the park's exit and thought it would be a good idea to follow suit. Most of the beasts in the park were dead anyways, having been only a few scavengers looking for a quick meal. The city, however, was bound to be filled with creatures and surely alerted by now. Florence placed her bag on her shoulder and shouted. "TEAM!! MOVE UP TOWARDS THE TOWN!!! WE NEED TO GET TO THE MANOR!!!" Florence made a b-line towards the exit, swatting away any hounds in her way.
The cobblestone streets of Avengrad were putrid, being littered with those who had fallen to the beasts' hands and their blood. Florence recoiled slightly at the sightly, until a beastman burst through one of the windows of the building, knocking her to the floor. The beast attempted to bite at her neck and face, trying to crush her skull with its powerful jaws no doubt, but being kept at an arms distance by the woman. Florence managed to kick the beast off of her and into the wall, to which she pinned him against it with her pistol and fired.
Her magic bolt went straight through the beast, and through the house wall.
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Post by ChibiGissy on Jun 8, 2016 17:34:33 GMT -6
Jintama is still slicing and dicing the Ravens. She was too focus on that to really notice the others around her. Until... "TEAM!! MOVE UP TOWARDS THE TOWN!!! WE NEED TO GET TO THE MANOR!!!" Florence made a b-line towards the exit, swatting away any hounds in her way. At that moment, another Raven grabbed onto Jintama. "H-HEY!" It was flying upwards while still carrying her. "Oh, hell no!!!" The electricity on her sword bursts and it shocked the raven. As she was falling, Jintama walked over to the ravens to get a safer landing. Once she did, she swung her sword and more electicity came up to those the flying beast and shocked them to death. "Yeah, stay down, mother-fuckers." Jintama muttered to the dead beasts. And with that, Jintama tried followed where Florence is. |
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Post by cassiroll on Jun 8, 2016 19:47:50 GMT -6
"TEAM!! MOVE UP TOWARDS THE TOWN!!! WE NEED TO GET TO THE MANOR!!!" Florence made a b-line towards the exit, swatting away any hounds in her way. Quincy had her gun in her hands, pointed at the ground as she darted into the town. Her small stature made her a harder target for the beasts to keep their eye on as she ducked into alley ways and behind large trash containers. Her heart was fast, but her breathing was shallow as her stamina held out. She may have been inside most of her life, but that didn't mean she was completely physically incapable. Sure, she'd never learned how to defend herself, but exercise certainly was apart of her daily routine. She jumped up suddenly, grabbing onto a fire escape and almost losing her only weapon in the process. She pulled herself up quickly as a beastman slicked in shortly after. Trying to keep as quiet as possible, she rolled onto her stomach and lined up her shot, squinting a bit in the darkness as the creature sniffed the air. She could make the monster out clearly, and a wave of nausea hit her as she fought with herself not to scream. This could be someone she knew. This could be Donald or Trinity or Malore--.The creature swiveled its head toward her, finally locking onto her scent. She fired. It dropped. A choked sob left her lips when she watched it fall. Who was that? What was their name? Could they have a scared daughter like her, now left all alone because she was too much of a coward to let it live? Her hands that had gripped her father's gun so tight now shook with enough force to rattle the entire metal structure she took refuge on. A different sort of cry left her mouth as the weapon clattered to the alley floor. The gun had felt like fire in her grip for a second, the metal scolding to the touch. But even without it in her hands now, her palms still sweat as more nausea overcame her. She scrambled up again the wall, holding her hands close to her chest as she tried to move them from their contorted positions. Yet she found herself unable to. Her mind wandered back to the carcass of the rotting beast in her family living room... She had to move. She had to get back out to the others. Surely she would lose to herself if she couldn't find the will to at least do that much. |
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Post by zenguardian on Jun 8, 2016 22:44:22 GMT -6
Once they entered the confines of the street, Vervain slowed his tempo. He was further ahead of the rest being that he had left slightly earlier, and was alone, his allies being a bit further back. The streets weren't super wide, but there were enough buildings to give the monsters cover should they seek it. Vervain sighed. His particular type of magic was ill-suited for mobile combat, being that his most of the mana-efficient plants he could summon had to take root before they were of use. The plants couldn't move from their original spots. His abilities were most powerful when he himself was rooted in place as well.
Vervain came to a halt, sensing an abundance of life around him, though none could be seen. They must be hiding in the residences. He heard shuffling in the building off to his left, so he turned to face whatever beast emerged from the shell of a home. It only took a split second, but from the building that he now had his back turned to, the tongue of a basilisk surged through the window, wrapping around Vervain's throat. Oh no...! The grip the basilisk had on him tightened as it began to reel in its prey. From the building in front of him, a Beastman emerged, roaring at him as if mocking the foolish man made of meat. Fortunately for Vervain, he was able to maintain a grip on his cane and had just enough leeway to speak. "I-instrument of nature, spring forth from the ashes: Organon!" A patch of large buds grew from the earth, slowly opening up to reveal about a dozen flowers the shape of flat discs. The discs began spinning, taking to the air. This flower was called the "Livingstone Daisy". The daisies zipped through the air, slicing the tongue that held him, then the beast that the tongue belonged to. Vervain coughed for a bit, making sure to catch his breath. "So," he said in-between hacks to no one in particular, "it seems they have some level of intelligence. The Beastman beat on its chest, running at him with such intense bloodlust he could reach out and tug on it. The beast had outreached an arm, claws trying to get a good swipe at Vervain's jugular. Before the arm reached him, though, one of the daisies he had summoned sliced through the beastman's arm while another had sawed off its legs. Vervain sent another daisy down, ending the beast's life. "It always pains me to have to take away yet another life." He said in resignation, though I suppose such is the nature of this fatalistic world we live in.
He made his way back to the group, trailing the spiraling daisies along behind him.
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Post by titee on Jun 8, 2016 23:05:54 GMT -6
She fleetingly thought of him as foolish for lunging towards an enemy with such a small weapon, and quickly played a protection spell to be set over him. If he was going to be reckless, she might as well help him avoid being killed on the spot. As she finished up her spell, a Beastman charged at her from her left. She had no time to play another spell to slow it or weaken it, and instead wielded her war violin in its ax form, swinging at the creature with all her might. It cut through the beast's chest, nearly incapacitating it but not enough to stop it from getting back up and lunging back towards the woman. With all her strength she swung again, this time knocking it back far enough to land next to Pippin and the hound, the Beastman passing out after impact. Isla suspected it could get back up in the future if she did not do anything more, and played a quick spell to weaken it, with its proximity also affecting the hound Pippin was currently handling. She had doubts it was necessary, in that Pippin seemed to have things under control, but it wouldn't hurt to apply anyway. Pippin let out a small, frightened cry at the beast landed beside him, scampering a few feet away before taking a moment to reassess the situation. Both the hound he had fought and the best were incapacitated and had been weaken, though still alive. This was enough for him, however, as it meant they would be unable to catch him in a chase. The goblin gripped his knife between his teeth and then took to his new, supposed leader's call despite her position leaving a sour taste in his mouth (or maybe it was the metal) and followed the woman into the city, taking to it's roof top and trees as soon as he had the chance. Working with Isla was nice, but unless she wanted to follow him up there Pippin guessed the two would now be parting ways. |
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Post by norimo on Jun 9, 2016 0:48:13 GMT -6
Low, raspy growls and wheezing emerged from the shadows as the creatures crept through the city's slums. A horrendous slither could be heard wriggling across the pavement, its scales scraping beneath it in dreadful unison when accompanied by the latter. Whereas nearly everyone seem to run in headfirst like the sturdy warriors they were supposed to be; Eliza stepped with hesitation. This was it. She couldn't retreat now having shown her face to the party, and yet her heart pulsed and writhed within her chest as both the slithering and beating shook her eardrums. While combat magic wasn't necessarily an issue to her, it was the effects that came after it all. The mana that lulled her body into a numbness would soon become a dry spring that burned every vein within her as even the deepest of breathes could not sate her lungs as each gasp felt futile. It was gut-wrenching suffocation without it. It'll be fine. Her conscious assured, as all physical discomfort could be cured with the acquisition of more. And there was so much around. Her pupils surveyed the surroundings, focusing on the beasts as they were laid waste by her teammates; their carcasses left behind in twisted disarray. Every living thing stored mana. The College of Aueyen, her relationships, her career- how could she hope to rebuild any of them if her life was to be snuffed out before it even began? However, the act of siphoning mana was an ugly deed, abhorrent by nature, but surely an exception could be made for the malformed fallen. Their magical potential was being transformed without their consent, and made to hurt others. In a way it could be said that she was merely disarming them. Even so, the fact that they could have once been her acquaintance, or someone that- A melody danced throughout the wind; the sound of an instrument passing through her ears as a medley of soothing notes eased her mind. Yet among this unexpected confidence, a lapse was driven into her memory. The urge to move, to weave, and to show was surging in a seemingly endless burst as her mind abandoned all worries of physical wear. Fearlessly now, she dove head-first into the madness as she followed the bright-eyed Florence into the heat of battle. It was her time to shine, to show just what she had been building up to be all these years. As she was about to make her lunge, a slimy force wrapped itself around one of her legs, and as her head swerved to meet her assailant, she was reminded of the basilisk presence just moments ago. Despite being pulled into its mouth, she felt no fear but instead let it drag her closer to its jaws. As sought to bite down into her torso, she brought her hands up as vines from below pushed its mouth open, forcing it stay that way as Eliza's eyes widened with excitement. In a bold move, her coattails stood on their tips as wind gathered beneath them, allowing her to thrust herself through the beast at an incredible force- almost as if it were a waltz of blades. Yet it wouldn't be a delightful show if it ended in a spurt of blood and guts, no, life spurted at the end of the cycle- it was her job to enforce that. Vervain had always taught her such, and it was time to display what she had learned. As she burst out of the beast, she did so on the tip of her toes, the vines shielding her from any grotesque sludge as she emerged, and unraveling to a display of flowers.  Her stature itself was rather flamboyant for the situation as she wore an expression of bliss as the melody forced the weight of her situation to the back of her psyche. Again and again, she struck her enemies with a similar grace as she wrapped them in intricate vine castings, using her dance of winds to cut their bodies and propel herself at a heightened pace. How fleeting the moments were as she pranced through the seconds in a buoyant manner, only to be broken out of her daze as she found one foot no longer against the ground. A raven had gripped at her, perhaps to drop her to her death, but when she felt so light, what was there to fear? She cocooned herself in an onslaught of flora as her other foot was separated from the earth. As the raven sought to claw its way through her makeshift cover, it merely only fell into her clever trap as each vine it tore proceeded to wrap the raven itself, until its legs were tied and she was dropped. A giggle escaped Eliza's lips- when had she felt so carefree like this? It felt like a millennium ago, but now her body felt as though pure power was circulating in her blood. As she glided her ways downward, the figure of a young girl was perched upon a flight of stairs. Her eyes made it out to be the fledgling from before- Quincy, was it? She was doubled over in rather messy posture. No worries, Eliza had loved to assist those who needed her. With that, she gently guided her coattails atop the fire escape before taking gradual steps towards the girl. "Quincy? Are you okay? I'm Eliza from the group, let's get you back to the others. I'll help you!" Eliza positioned her back to her, as though asserting she would lead the way and protect the girl. She glanced over her shoulder with a confident smile, as to reassure the frightened recruit.
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Post by cassiroll on Jun 9, 2016 1:34:08 GMT -6
"Quincy? Are you okay? I'm Eliza from the group, let's get you back to the others. I'll help you!" Eliza positioned her back to her, as though asserting she would lead the way and protect the girl. She glanced over her shoulder with a confident smile, as to reassure the frightened recruit. A smile so confident as to suggest she hadn't truly felt the burning sensation that was scorching her veins.Quincy started a bit, her hands still hooked like claws as the barely familiar face came into her line of sight. Her instinct was to start pushing herself backwards again, like with the basilisk, but she'd learned at least a little from that last encounter with death. Quincy got carefully to her feet, her arms bending a bit more to her will, but her fingers only wriggling slightly on command. "M-My arms," She managed to say before a spasm of pain went through her torso. She hacked and spat; a low sound she was unaware her throat could produce left her body. Since she was still not able to fully grasp anything with her crawling digits, she bent one forearm towards her face and bit at the glove, taring it a bit as she did so. She pulled it off with one fluid motion, revealing the skin underneath. The tone was blander than normal, and there was a healing wound that looked a few hours fresh, but clearly was not from this battle. Quincy whimpered as the skin appeared to squirm, the fine hairs standing on end. She lifted the wound to her mouth, licked it, and then pulled away from it with a scrunched up face, not sure what had possessed her to do that. Hastily, she shoved the glove into her shorts as best she could, knowing it would too difficult to slide it back on. But the other glove she kept in place, too scared to see if it was in the same strange state. She looked back up at Eliza after this odd display, sniffling a bit as she hoped the stranger wouldn't abandon her. It was then she noticed the scar she'd taken note of earlier in the day. It glowed slightly, and had it gotten larger? She looked back down at her sliced arm and back at Eliza. P-Perhaps this was something similar. Perhaps...they both would be alright.She took a step down to follow the woman, swiping at her eyes even though no tears were there at the moment. "I-I'll be okay." She mumbled unconvincingly. |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Jun 10, 2016 0:24:18 GMT -6
Jintama tried to catch up to Florence. That is until, more Ravens flew to her.
"Oh shit!"
One of them grabbed her and flew up. The rest began to surround her.
"Oh... fuck..... OFF!!!"
The electricity bursts from her sword and shock the flying beasts to death. She landed back on the ground.
"I had it up to here with these the flying shits."
And with that, Jintama tried to move forward.
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Jun 10, 2016 5:06:16 GMT -6
One canister down. Florence was already cursing herself for being so liberal with her magical output, knowing that these canisters would take nearly half a day for all 6 of them to refill. She spun the cylinder of her pistol arm to a mana-filled canister and locked it in place. She looked around the area, noticing all her comrades handling themselves rather well against the beasts and wondered if their coverage would give her enough time to switch weapons. She gripped tightly on her bag as she looked off to one of the abandoned houses but inevitably decided against it.
During this train of thought, her feet were swept up from underneath her by a Basilisk's tendrils. Florence's face hit the ground hard, to which she let out a pained yelp. Her nose was bloody, her lip was cut, and she was being dragged towards the gaping mouth of one of the serpentine beasts. As she moved to aim her gun at the first basilisk, another one of the serpents gripped at her arms and pulled them in its direction. The girl was in the middle of a game of tug-of-war as the two beasts attempted to tear her in half.
The pain was immense, as it felt as though her body would separate at the stomach at any minute. She looked towards the basilisk gripping her arms and carefully aimed her gun to the best of her abilities and fired. Missed. It felt as though her skin was tearing at the seem as she desperately tried to aim her gun once more. Another shot, missed. She could feel the skin covering her stomach begin to separate from itself, her spine feeling as though it would pop out of place. This was her last chance to his the beast.
She fired a bolt of magic, the orb being sent straight into the beasts mouth, causing the basilisk to release her from its grip and wail in pain. The force behind the beast's pulling sent her flying towards the other basilisk, the girl adjusting her position and firing off an enormous burst of energy straight into the belly of the creature. The serpent exploded, its blood and organs caking the walls in it's filth as Florence tumbled forwards a couple yards.
She stood up from the ground, her body aching from the yanking and subsequent tumbling across cobblestone streets, but she had no time to rest. The crew had to keep moving forward. They were approaching the upper district. As Florence began moving forward, a Raven sank its talons into her shoulder, the girl screaming out in anguish and smashing the bird's skull with her oversized weapon.
Florence began running up the city streets, crossing the border from middle to upper Foorothe. The manor was visible from her position, along with The College of Aueyen not too far off. "C'MON!!! WE'RE ALMOST THERE!!!" She continued to make a B-Line towards the mansion, ready to finally get a grasp on what that magical beam was truly all about.
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Post by Penguin on Jun 10, 2016 6:23:15 GMT -6
(( wow, what a surprise, I am late again!))
Dryn was listening to the supposed leader of the group, the one who was propably responcible for hanging the posters around the city. From what he could hear, the young woman was talking about how the leader was some sort of giant lizzard or something. He didnt give too much attention to what she was saying since he wasnt too sure weither or not he shoild join the group of people. When Dryn was about to leave , deciting it was not worth the trouble and go back on his search for his sister, he heard the sounds of the beasts
" Crap... not these guys again..." Dryn said under his breath angrily
Dryn run back from were he came from and pulled out a gun from his coat's iner pocket. A raven beast was flying above him and it was about to grab him, luckily, Dryn managed to avoid it and shoot it with his gun. Dryn looked with a smille on his face the dead body of the beast. He did it. He managed to kill another one of these things. That meant his aim was getting better. Dryn quickly ran deeper in the town when he felt that something was behind him. A beastman was right behind him, attemting to bite him with its sharp teeth. Dryn runned as fast as he could and he managed to onter into one of the abandoned homes. He quickly locked the door, so that the beast could not enter. This could give him enough time to refill his gun.
Or not
The beast managed to break the door with its strength, and tried to attack Dryn once again. Dryn tried to escape , but the beast was still blocking the door. Dryn despairingly tried to find a way to ascape as the beast was approaching him. Then he saw it. The window.
Dryn jumped out of the window, without a second thought, breaking the glass and leaving the beastman in the house. However, thinks were still not easy. The beast from beffore, was still chasing him.
" Well, that man is persistent" Dryn said as he tried torun away from the beast. Suddently he fell on something hard. Another beastman. Dryn was surrounded by two of them now. His gun had only one bullet left and there was not enough time to refill it. The two beast were about to attack him. Dryn quickly shoot the one on the head, whille the other one tackled him on the ground. He was unable to move and the beast was about to pierce his skin with its teeth. Dryn looked around once again desperately for a way to ascape this death when he found a broomstick lying not too far from him. He grabbed it and put it inbetween the beasts jaws to hold it back for a whille. But it wasnt going to last for too long. The broomstick already beggan to break, and the beastman was still very persistent. Dryn was already very desperate and he needed to do something fast. Dryn needed help. It was so foolish of him not to join the group. His strengh alone wasnt enough to keep him alive.He was really lucky this week but now it seemed that he had run out of luck.
" H-help!..." he managed to yell, hopping someone could hear him.
It just couldnt end this way. Not beffore he was sure his sister was safe. He couldnt just die.
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Post by zenguardian on Jun 10, 2016 17:24:03 GMT -6
"H-help!..." he managed to yell, hoping someone could hear him. It just couldn't end this way. Not before he was sure his sister was safe. He couldn't just die. Dryn's cry for help carried along the wind, soon reaching Vervain's ears. Rushing to his aid as quickly as he could, Vervain witnessed a beastman attacking a young individual he hadn't noticed before. The jaws of the beast were but mere inches away from the man's throat, held back by a splintered broom stick. Vervain sent the Livingstone Daisies after the beast, first knocking it off of the boy before decapitating the beast as it lay facedown on the disheveled cobblestone. Running up to the boy, Vervain quickly scanned his body for any serious injuries. Not finding any, Vervain sat the boy up. "You're okay," he said. "You did well. My name is Vervain. Quickly, we have to get to the manor." He told the boy, offering him a hand up before continuing the trek through the streets. |
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Post by norimo on Jun 10, 2016 19:39:17 GMT -6
Eliza cocked her head to the side, a wave of puzzlement crossing her mind at outlandish gesture of licking one's wound as thought a helpless animal. Quincy didn't come across as the fighting type however, so perhaps her mind was in a jumble from the change of... scenery, to address it lightly. Now that she thought of it, how did she manage to tackle the beast herself? The elf's eyes scanned the area for any sort of hint, until she caught notice of an abandoned pistol just in the alleyway below. "Is that yours?" she quirked an eyebrow, before ultimately decided in would be of good use regardless. She glided down from the fire escape, retrieving the firearm before returning to the trembling girl. "I'll try to keep you safe, but... it would be best to have a backup," she outstretched her arm, offering the weapon. "We can try looking for ammo on our way."
Florence bellowed across the city, making haste as she attempted to cut a sturdy path. The manor loomed just in the distance... along with the College of Aueyen. A sickly feeling pricked at her gut, but there was no time to dwell on it with the group pushing forward. "Brace yourself!" Eliza quickly took hold on Quincy in her arms, falling backwards as she did so to activate her coattails. The two glided down safely, yet Quincy felt... horribly heavy. It came across as peculiar, being that she was shorter than Eliza's own stature. If so, why did it feel as though she had exerted so much strength in merely carrying her down? As she tiptoed back onto ground level, she found herself beginning to pant for a moment's time. Regardless of how she felt, she needed to persevere. "Let's go," her head lifted up, before scurrying off in a sprint towards their leader as she held Quincy's hand the whole way. A line of vines trailed at their sides in case of a surprise attack, yet by the moment her body only grew heavier. "Florence!" she gasped, "We're right behind you!"
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Post by titee on Jun 10, 2016 22:48:28 GMT -6
From his rooftop perspective Pippin over saw each of his new companion's struggles with the horde. He trudged alongside them towards the destination, avoiding the occasional enemy raven rather then fight them, the mutated fowl seeming to be unable to pick up the goblin's sent.
This would be easy.
As long as he masked himself and stays on the rooftops Pippin had things well under control. He didn't even need to be protected for fight he could just hide the entire time. Hiding away was a a skill of his, sometimes he could stay hidden for a whole day before his boss even realized he was gone.
Pippin looked down at Florence, a wave of guilt setting in just as it had earlier today. He swallowed hard, turning away from the woman and continuing towards the mansion.
And then he looked back. And then back at the Mansion. This repeated several more times before finally Pippin sprung off the rooftop, yanked his satchel open as he did so and then pulled a vial of medicine out of it just as he landed.
He landed directly on top of Florence's shoulders.
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Post by cassiroll on Jun 11, 2016 0:20:21 GMT -6
"Is that yours?" she quirked an eyebrow, before ultimately decided in would be of good use regardless. She glided down from the fire escape, retrieving the firearm before returning to the trembling girl. "I'll try to keep you safe, but... it would be best to have a backup," she outstretched her arm, offering the weapon. "We can try looking for ammo on our way." Quincy looked at the gun, rubbing her arm up and down as though to calm her crawling skin. She released it for a moment to reach out and take the weapon, but flinched a bit as the cool metal seared her skin, despite the glove covering it. She quickly pulled out her other glove, forcing her clawed fingers to bend as she wrapped the gun in the fabric and held it close to her chest with a sniffle. She could still feel the heat of it, but the warmth was now comforting when wrapped like this. She thought of her father, polishing this particular gun next to the fireplace once a month, examining it in his hands and letting her hold it at a young age. He'd smile when she'd pretend to shoot the fake monsters that hid in the shadows, and laugh when she'd ask in a terrified voice to keep it for her own safety. You don't need such a silly thing, he'd tell her with a rough toss of her hair, guns like these aren't meant for the likes of us, but they sure do look nice, don't you think..?She was snapped out of her memory by Eliza suddenly scooping her into her arms. She screamed, clutching the stranger for dear life and almost losing her gun in the process. When they glided back to the earth, she let out a breathy gasp as she tried to shake the tendrils of terror that gripped at her chest. She had little time to catch her breath as Eliza had already started moving once more, gripping her gloved hand as she ran. Quincy could see the seams of the fabric stretch, close to taring as they scurried after their leader. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend she was somewhere else, anywhere else. Perhaps back at the fireplace with her father, discussing his large collection of guns that he hung all around, but never once fired. |
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