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Sooo... Anyone plan on posting, cause I will tomorrow.
Phil was taken off guard by Sig's Comment. The thought of more of them dying came to mind, but Phil never thought about it as a sort of risk. Phil looked to all of his teammates and pondered. Was Phil ready to lose anyone? Was anyone ready to lose anyone else? Cora broke Phil's train of thought and answered his question by demanding "Before you go spewing shit, fight me. Right here, right now. Prove to me your worth. Or I will never accept you". Phil looked at Cora with a worried expression. Come to think of it, Phil thought, Cora was the most effected by the, likely, deaths of their teammates only yesterday. Could she take another death? Her action at the thought of it seemed reckless enough to provide an answer. No, it doesn't seem she could. While she was an obvious fighter, she wore her emotions on her sleeve. Will, on the other hand, didn't show his emotions, not until a nerve was hit at least. Phil looked up at sig, who had constructed a pillar while Phil was stuck in thought. This fight wasn't even slightly fair. One controlled something that only appeared in cold conditions and the other literally controlled what all of the where standing on. Phil just backed out of the way and started to observe them.
Feeling Embarrassed, Phil faked a smile at Cora. "I know" he replied to her concern, not really taking it in. He then rested his head back on the wall and looked at the collapsed Will, who Cora had started to aid. Sure of the fact that he was only exhausted, Phil didn't interfere. "Now I know why you heal so well. If you couldn't you'd have killed yourself by now." Phil turned to the source of the comment, Sig. Phil chuckled but didn't answer.
Phil felt bad, but he shouldn't show it. He started to consider talking about it, his past, but quickly rejects the idea. Maybe he should just... Hide his feelings, more than he would. Phil got pulled out of thought by Wills sudden "the fuck happen to you?"
Phil smiled and ,taking up his new rule, said jokingly "Sig drove me crazy with his shit and the feeling of a headache for the rest of the day was better than 1 minute of talking to him." Phil then gave Sig a teasing leer.
Phil felt bad, but he shouldn't show it. He started to consider talking about it, his past, but quickly rejects the idea. Maybe he should just... Hide his feelings, more than he would. Phil got pulled out of thought by Wills sudden "the fuck happen to you?"
Phil smiled and ,taking up his new rule, said jokingly "Sig drove me crazy with his shit and the feeling of a headache for the rest of the day was better than 1 minute of talking to him." Phil then gave Sig a teasing leer.
*hiccup*
Fixed! (I think)
GingerBoi123 said
Nice but one teeny problem, I literally collapsed in front of the group
ah... Fixing!!
GingerBoi123 said
Nice but one teeny problem, I literally collapsed in front of the group
ah... Fixing!!
All ready did!
"Just make sure nothing goes wrong, Sunshine, or you'll find yourself in a much worse state" said Sig, Threateningly. Phil looked at him with a serious look on his face. "Shut up, or I'll bind your mouth closed" he said sharply as he identify the shot wound. "If he keeps lippin' off like that there's no reason you have to, Phil. Your skill is a gift, not an automatic service." she said with a scoff. Phil turned to Cora and said "I know, but... I'm not just gunna let him bleed out, Especially over something... Which has to be a misunderstanding." Phil assured himself.
After a few more seconds of analysis, bullets wizz past the group and into the sands behind them. "Healing gonna have to wait" Cora quickly announced " gotta go. Phil, get his ass onto Spike. You can heal him on the move. Everyone else, we're headed in this direction". "Fine" Phil replied calmly, as he pulled Sig to his feet and aided him onto his turtle. He quickly thought about the brothers stuck in the warehouse and felt sick at the thought of abandoning them. Phil shrugged this off quickly before climbing on the turtles back to further aid Sig.
Their escape seemed successful and Sig's leg was a fairly easy fix. After guiding the bullet that was embedded in his leg out with light. Phil was able to quickly seal up the wound, Phil even felt generous enough to heal the grazing on Sig's waist.
As the group came to a halt under a nook of a valley of trash, Cora announced "Dig in, and thank the heavens. We finally eat." she then passed out the rations to everyone. Phil simply stared at him, He had lost his appetite, once again dwelling on today's battle.
Phil crouched down next to the nearest wall of the nook and his head fell into his knees. He stared at the rations once again, this time questioning himself on if it was worth it. He pondered on this intently, slowly giving himself a headache as his thoughts became more negative. Eventually his mind went silent. That was until he thought in a moment of madness "you should have gone to Atlanta...". Phil's thoughts then became thoughts of regrets, that soon turned into thoughts of hatred. He forced himself out of thought the second he realised his slight headache turned into a full-on migraine. He raised his head, slammed his head against the wall, sighed and then looked down, back at the rations. "This is so fucking shit" he murmured, once again thinking about the risks they all went through for a small amount of food. Even so, he unwrapped his rations and took a few bites into it. Tasteless, Phil thought, but at least it doesn't taste bad... He stopped eating half way through, wrapped up what was left and put the remaining rations into his pocket. He didn't want to eat it all so haste fully, knowing what everyone went through to get it. Phil then saw the brothers walk in and he sighed once again in relief. They where safe, luckily. Phil turned away from the brothers, and just stared at the sky, daydreaming, lost in thought once again.
After a few more seconds of analysis, bullets wizz past the group and into the sands behind them. "Healing gonna have to wait" Cora quickly announced " gotta go. Phil, get his ass onto Spike. You can heal him on the move. Everyone else, we're headed in this direction". "Fine" Phil replied calmly, as he pulled Sig to his feet and aided him onto his turtle. He quickly thought about the brothers stuck in the warehouse and felt sick at the thought of abandoning them. Phil shrugged this off quickly before climbing on the turtles back to further aid Sig.
Their escape seemed successful and Sig's leg was a fairly easy fix. After guiding the bullet that was embedded in his leg out with light. Phil was able to quickly seal up the wound, Phil even felt generous enough to heal the grazing on Sig's waist.
As the group came to a halt under a nook of a valley of trash, Cora announced "Dig in, and thank the heavens. We finally eat." she then passed out the rations to everyone. Phil simply stared at him, He had lost his appetite, once again dwelling on today's battle.
Phil crouched down next to the nearest wall of the nook and his head fell into his knees. He stared at the rations once again, this time questioning himself on if it was worth it. He pondered on this intently, slowly giving himself a headache as his thoughts became more negative. Eventually his mind went silent. That was until he thought in a moment of madness "you should have gone to Atlanta...". Phil's thoughts then became thoughts of regrets, that soon turned into thoughts of hatred. He forced himself out of thought the second he realised his slight headache turned into a full-on migraine. He raised his head, slammed his head against the wall, sighed and then looked down, back at the rations. "This is so fucking shit" he murmured, once again thinking about the risks they all went through for a small amount of food. Even so, he unwrapped his rations and took a few bites into it. Tasteless, Phil thought, but at least it doesn't taste bad... He stopped eating half way through, wrapped up what was left and put the remaining rations into his pocket. He didn't want to eat it all so haste fully, knowing what everyone went through to get it. Phil then saw the brothers walk in and he sighed once again in relief. They where safe, luckily. Phil turned away from the brothers, and just stared at the sky, daydreaming, lost in thought once again.
Phil erupted through the exit and into parts of their group. Thema walked through a few seconds after him and pointed out a missing member, Gilfred. Will reacted more violently than potassium and water, he forced 2 boxes into Phil's hand and just told them to leave. Phil thought about it for a second, they did have an injured member, sig, and they where at a slight disadvantage... But the risk was the lives of both Will and Gilfred. Then Phil saw tsunami, Will's Guardian. Would he be okay with the group just leaving? Phil decided that he'd better leave the decision to the others and would instead look at Sig's wounds. Phil carefully put the boxes down and said aloud "I'll look at Sig's wounds for now, while we decide what to do with ourselves." Phil then approached Sig and said "if you sit down, I can fix your leg".
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