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sorry i'm a shit partner, i know. i'm pretty bad at replying in a timely manner, but i do promise that if i ever need to drop this, i'll definitely let you know. so no worries!
Aya/Cosmos
Aya grit her teeth against the pain as she ran down a street and ducked into an alley. Her ears rang, her heart thumped in her throat, her pain sped through her body like blood through her veins. She almost tripped when she turned, still clumsy and disoriented from the blast. She could feel blood, sticky and hot, dripping from her temple. Aya slammed her back into the crumbling brick wall of a building. Leaning her head back, she jammed her eyes shut and tried to keep time with the pounding of her heart.
Aya sank down onto the asphalt, curling in on herself. Her dirty, bloodied palms rose to press into her eyes.
"Hello, Aya," a voice chilled her to the marrow. Her head snapped up. "Out for an evening stroll?"
Aya looked up to see the Healer towering before her.
Wes/Likho
Wes groaned as he pushed himself up through his pain. The world vibrated in his ears, through his bones, and he grit his teeth as he discovered new injuries. His right shoulder was a mess of torn flesh and blood. His ankle hurt a little too much when he tried to support his weight on it.
Sound began to trickle back to him. The blast had thrown the city into chaos, and it wouldn't be long before people started emerging from the woodwork.
He heard one of the others calling for help. Biting down hard, Wes forced himself to his feet, fists clenched in pain as he did so. He gave a small shake of his head, as though that would be enough to wipe his injuries away. He did his best not to limp over to the blond boy, grabbing one edge of the wall.
A growl forced its way out of him as he struggled with the boy and the wall, but eventually it was raised just enough for the trapped girl to slide out, if she was conscious or if someone would grab her.
Wes looked around at the others, taking stock. All the bodies were moving at least. All… four.
Shit.
"Aya's gone," he all but cursed. Had it been the Healer? Was she somewhere in the rubble? Had this all been staged? Worry stained his frustration as he thought of the scared girl just moments before. "The hell was that," he said more to himself than the others.
Hot potato gone wrong
aaaand presenting one c3p-0h certified wall of text! probably a bad time for a back-alley scuffle lol. shout out to northern for helping me out with this sucker!
i leave the rune's magic up to you, mokley, because i don't…feel like being creative atm OTL
i leave the rune's magic up to you, mokley, because i don't…feel like being creative atm OTL
The guard turned away from her, and for a moment Meryn was free of scrutiny. She couldn't run – the doors were locked and her friends were still here, in danger. She couldn't fight – the guards had guns. She still had Spook's rune, but who knew what that did. Meryn wasn't sure she wanted to take the chance after the ordeal with the snake monster. Her eyes darted to Lily and Emma. The clamorous sounds on both sides of the walls were reaching fever pitch. Oliver's bell sat heavy on her chest.
On an impulse Meryn raised Spook's mask and fastened it to her face.
The world that came into focus from behind the mask was a chaotic explosion of movement and color. Meryn saw her companions' familiar dreams shifting around them, as well as those of the guards, adrenaline making their movements sharp and erratic. She turned and saw a chaotic mass of color and movement from within the city – except she saw it through the wall. She turned her head to look at the other side. Her blood immediately chilled.
Beyond the wall was an enormous, writhing mass of black. It moved along the ground. Pieces broke away and started climbing the wall. The door started to crack. And then the scene was chaos.
Meryn's guard cut and run (not that she blamed him) shoving her aside and practically throwing a child at her. She didn't have time to recover as Emma grabbed her (and the poor kid) and made a break for the door. Meryn stumbled after Emma, unable to do more but follow after her as she was overwhelmed by the flurry of color and movement the mask showed. And the black slowly seeping through.
A foreign grip found her arm. Her head snapped to the side just in time for something to be roughly shoved into her chest. A stranger yanked and Meryn felt Emma's hold on her hand slip. And without that anchor, Meryn was lost in the frantic sea of people.
Meryn could only struggle to stay on her feet as the stranger pulled too hard, running through the panicked citizens of Cogswall. The dizzying sights of people and dreams and demons spun around her as she was dragged behind the stranger. By the gods above this was all her fault – if she'd just tossed the felidrake into the portal, if she hadn't used it to teleport the demon, if it hadn't been killed, if they hadn't been infected, if she'd never left Enn in the first place –
They broke through the suffocating frenzy of people and emerged in a narrow, dead-end alley. Whoever it was that pulled her along turned over his shoulder, saying "You one of those magic Traveller guys?"
But Meryn wasn't listening. Finally getting her bearings, she dug her heels into the ground and wrenched her wrist from the stranger's grip. She shoved whatever had been thrust upon her (some sort of… envelope? She didn't have the time to care) back into his own chest and used the force to try and push him away. Satisfaction flickered in her when she saw him stumble back a few steps, barely keeping from falling over.
"Hey!" he shouted in surprise.
She finally took him in – it was a man, older than her, taller than her (though that wasn't saying much), clearly stronger with how he'd just dragged her through the mob. He was also… rather dirty. And smelly. Meryn had lived on the streets long enough to know the look of those who called it home.
But Meryn wasn't looking at him. Not really. No, instead she was looking at the dreams living in the air around him. They were a lifeless mess of browns and greys, flat, stagnant colors that seemed to float aimlessly around him, even in this panic. They moved sluggishly, colors dripping and bleeding into each other. But every now and then, a brown would lighten to a flash of orange, grey would shift to an electric blue. They were the only hints that there might be any vibrancy to him at all.
Meryn wanted away from him. She had to find the others, and they needed to get out. She spun her head around, her long braid, frayed and messy from her 'adventure' whipping behind her. She could still see the ever darkening mass of dreams near the city wall. Her eyes found a route up the rusting metal building that lined the alley, if she could get enough momentum to reach the first hand-hold. Meryn backed up as far as she could and bounced once on her toes. Her whole body still had aches and pains arcing through it. Steeling herself, she took off towards the wall.
But the man had closed the distance in the time it'd taken her to collect herself. She'd barely taken her first step when he clamped onto her arm again. The sudden change in her momentum threw Meryn off balance and she swung around to face him just as he once again shoved the envelope at her.
"No, this is yours!" Frustration stained his voice his grip turning painful in his determination. Meryn lashed out – a response ingrained in her at a young age to angry men who wouldn't let go. Adrenaline surged in her and she grabbed her open bag with her free hand. She swung as hard as she could at the man.
"F - oof!"
Her bag collided with his stomach and he staggered back, releasing her arm. A slip of paper fluttered to the ground along with the envelope. The man was doubled over and coughing. Meryn turned and immediately took off at the wall again. Her feet landed once, twice against the rusted metal, helping to propel her upward. Her hands reached up, ready to latch onto a high window ledge to pull herself higher.
"Stop running!" Meryn heard just before she felt a hard yank on her braid. Her hands missed the ledge. She fell back, landing hard on her rear, her arms barely catching herself, keeping her head from hitting the ground. Her hands burned with new cuts.
Her eyes snapped to the man, still bent over but looking determined. And annoyed. He was glaring at her as he reached down to curl his hand around a piece of paper. Meryn's eyes widened when she saw the intricate lines of a rune peaking out from under his fingers. The envelope was still crumpled on the ground.
"For hell's sake just take it!!"
The rune began to glow.
On an impulse Meryn raised Spook's mask and fastened it to her face.
The world that came into focus from behind the mask was a chaotic explosion of movement and color. Meryn saw her companions' familiar dreams shifting around them, as well as those of the guards, adrenaline making their movements sharp and erratic. She turned and saw a chaotic mass of color and movement from within the city – except she saw it through the wall. She turned her head to look at the other side. Her blood immediately chilled.
Beyond the wall was an enormous, writhing mass of black. It moved along the ground. Pieces broke away and started climbing the wall. The door started to crack. And then the scene was chaos.
Meryn's guard cut and run (not that she blamed him) shoving her aside and practically throwing a child at her. She didn't have time to recover as Emma grabbed her (and the poor kid) and made a break for the door. Meryn stumbled after Emma, unable to do more but follow after her as she was overwhelmed by the flurry of color and movement the mask showed. And the black slowly seeping through.
A foreign grip found her arm. Her head snapped to the side just in time for something to be roughly shoved into her chest. A stranger yanked and Meryn felt Emma's hold on her hand slip. And without that anchor, Meryn was lost in the frantic sea of people.
Meryn could only struggle to stay on her feet as the stranger pulled too hard, running through the panicked citizens of Cogswall. The dizzying sights of people and dreams and demons spun around her as she was dragged behind the stranger. By the gods above this was all her fault – if she'd just tossed the felidrake into the portal, if she hadn't used it to teleport the demon, if it hadn't been killed, if they hadn't been infected, if she'd never left Enn in the first place –
They broke through the suffocating frenzy of people and emerged in a narrow, dead-end alley. Whoever it was that pulled her along turned over his shoulder, saying "You one of those magic Traveller guys?"
But Meryn wasn't listening. Finally getting her bearings, she dug her heels into the ground and wrenched her wrist from the stranger's grip. She shoved whatever had been thrust upon her (some sort of… envelope? She didn't have the time to care) back into his own chest and used the force to try and push him away. Satisfaction flickered in her when she saw him stumble back a few steps, barely keeping from falling over.
"Hey!" he shouted in surprise.
She finally took him in – it was a man, older than her, taller than her (though that wasn't saying much), clearly stronger with how he'd just dragged her through the mob. He was also… rather dirty. And smelly. Meryn had lived on the streets long enough to know the look of those who called it home.
But Meryn wasn't looking at him. Not really. No, instead she was looking at the dreams living in the air around him. They were a lifeless mess of browns and greys, flat, stagnant colors that seemed to float aimlessly around him, even in this panic. They moved sluggishly, colors dripping and bleeding into each other. But every now and then, a brown would lighten to a flash of orange, grey would shift to an electric blue. They were the only hints that there might be any vibrancy to him at all.
Meryn wanted away from him. She had to find the others, and they needed to get out. She spun her head around, her long braid, frayed and messy from her 'adventure' whipping behind her. She could still see the ever darkening mass of dreams near the city wall. Her eyes found a route up the rusting metal building that lined the alley, if she could get enough momentum to reach the first hand-hold. Meryn backed up as far as she could and bounced once on her toes. Her whole body still had aches and pains arcing through it. Steeling herself, she took off towards the wall.
But the man had closed the distance in the time it'd taken her to collect herself. She'd barely taken her first step when he clamped onto her arm again. The sudden change in her momentum threw Meryn off balance and she swung around to face him just as he once again shoved the envelope at her.
"No, this is yours!" Frustration stained his voice his grip turning painful in his determination. Meryn lashed out – a response ingrained in her at a young age to angry men who wouldn't let go. Adrenaline surged in her and she grabbed her open bag with her free hand. She swung as hard as she could at the man.
"F - oof!"
Her bag collided with his stomach and he staggered back, releasing her arm. A slip of paper fluttered to the ground along with the envelope. The man was doubled over and coughing. Meryn turned and immediately took off at the wall again. Her feet landed once, twice against the rusted metal, helping to propel her upward. Her hands reached up, ready to latch onto a high window ledge to pull herself higher.
"Stop running!" Meryn heard just before she felt a hard yank on her braid. Her hands missed the ledge. She fell back, landing hard on her rear, her arms barely catching herself, keeping her head from hitting the ground. Her hands burned with new cuts.
Her eyes snapped to the man, still bent over but looking determined. And annoyed. He was glaring at her as he reached down to curl his hand around a piece of paper. Meryn's eyes widened when she saw the intricate lines of a rune peaking out from under his fingers. The envelope was still crumpled on the ground.
"For hell's sake just take it!!"
The rune began to glow.
I LIVE I'M BACK I WAS HAVING A TIME OF IT BUT I SURVIVED THIS IS NEXT ON MY LIST I HAVE A POST STARTED EXPECT IT FINISHED LATE TOMORROW I'M SORRY I LOVE YOU
Dawn reached across the night sky, warm grey fingers breaking up the blackness of the night. Artemis could only stare in awe as darkness gave way to the sun. When had she last seen it? It couldn't have been more than a day. And yet nostalgia warmed her from the inside, a relieved sort of yearning at feeling its glow again.
And then it was gone.
The man recaptured her attention. His expression must've mirrored her own. Gone was the sly, curious man in the tree. In his place was someone thirsting for hope like a desertdweller for water.
"Was that sunlight?"
She didn't have time to reply as a gust of wind tore through the waste. Artemis flinched and brought an arm up to block her face, forcing her to balance her weight on only one arm. This turned out to be a mistake – the gryphon apparently thought that in spite of being at least twice her size, Artemis would be a good protector from the bluster and proceeded to press against her, knocking her back down to the ground under its weight. When the wind finally dissipated and the ash started to settle, Artemis was still coughing under the gryphon. She really couldn't catch a break on this stupid island.
Artemis struggled to push herself up, trying to move from under the gryphon's weight. When she finally managed to sit up, she rubbed the soot out of her eyes to see the man had collected himself and was walking away down a hill. She watched him disappear into the night. Artemis turned to share a look with the gryphon. Then she forced herself to her feet, grabbing the staff and the mask.
"Come on," she said, and started hurrying after the man.
The effect of the sunlight – or whatever it'd been – was beginning to wear off, and Artemis was coming back to herself. The chance that it'd actually been the sun was growing slimmer the more she thought about it. It'd appeared and disappeared too quickly (but hell if it hadn't felt so real). There hadn't been any type of sound or boom to accompany it, so it likely wasn't any sort of explosion. But what had that wind been? Some sort of reaction to it? The force of… whatever it was, reverberating throughout the island? Either way, Artemis had the itching feeling she wanted to head away from it.
She followed after the man down the hill, squinting against the building wind storm. Eventually she found herself in a cave. Artemis opened her mouth to say something, a stream of words running through her mind. A quip about how it was rude to leave a conversation, or a question of what that'd really been and who he was, or what the hell a blood-rat was. But instead –
"You've seen the sun before." She was still a bit breathless from the soot and the chase. Her voice lacked its usual slickness. She hadn't intended to say that. "When?"
And then it was gone.
The man recaptured her attention. His expression must've mirrored her own. Gone was the sly, curious man in the tree. In his place was someone thirsting for hope like a desertdweller for water.
"Was that sunlight?"
She didn't have time to reply as a gust of wind tore through the waste. Artemis flinched and brought an arm up to block her face, forcing her to balance her weight on only one arm. This turned out to be a mistake – the gryphon apparently thought that in spite of being at least twice her size, Artemis would be a good protector from the bluster and proceeded to press against her, knocking her back down to the ground under its weight. When the wind finally dissipated and the ash started to settle, Artemis was still coughing under the gryphon. She really couldn't catch a break on this stupid island.
Artemis struggled to push herself up, trying to move from under the gryphon's weight. When she finally managed to sit up, she rubbed the soot out of her eyes to see the man had collected himself and was walking away down a hill. She watched him disappear into the night. Artemis turned to share a look with the gryphon. Then she forced herself to her feet, grabbing the staff and the mask.
"Come on," she said, and started hurrying after the man.
The effect of the sunlight – or whatever it'd been – was beginning to wear off, and Artemis was coming back to herself. The chance that it'd actually been the sun was growing slimmer the more she thought about it. It'd appeared and disappeared too quickly (but hell if it hadn't felt so real). There hadn't been any type of sound or boom to accompany it, so it likely wasn't any sort of explosion. But what had that wind been? Some sort of reaction to it? The force of… whatever it was, reverberating throughout the island? Either way, Artemis had the itching feeling she wanted to head away from it.
She followed after the man down the hill, squinting against the building wind storm. Eventually she found herself in a cave. Artemis opened her mouth to say something, a stream of words running through her mind. A quip about how it was rude to leave a conversation, or a question of what that'd really been and who he was, or what the hell a blood-rat was. But instead –
"You've seen the sun before." She was still a bit breathless from the soot and the chase. Her voice lacked its usual slickness. She hadn't intended to say that. "When?"
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