Viral didn’t even know if he was going to live any longer, he had serious doubts that anything was going to happen that was positive out of all of this. He was practically split in half, he couldn’t feel his legs and all the rest of his body was in incredible pain. Closing his eyes for a moment before forcing them open again, he tried to keep himself awake as he looked to Vegeta again, “Pain…? Like it matters…” he muttered, looking away again. He could only listen to what Vegeta had to say, he didn’t know how to feel about his plan but could only trust him into doing the right thing, “…Hmm…I thought as much…” he muttered, looking back to him, “I don’t know if anything was done…I blacked out for a moment. I had a weird taste in my mouth…but…I think my body tried to change again. I could had healed my wounds…but I still struggle to remember or keep control. I couldn’t do it…”
Shu had a very solemn look about him, his body still barely moving and yet the sign that he was definitely alive and capable of waking up. He was barely moving, but the signs that he was waking up was good enough for everyone else. As he was moved elsewhere, he was finding that his world was slowly coming together as he was hearing Yumi’s voice again and that his mind was finding its way back to the planet. As he was placed on something comfortable yet lonelier than Garesh’s arms, his eyes had yet to open up as he smiled a little without actually knowing where he was or what had happened, “…No…m-maybe…” he muttered gently, his eyes slowly opening up; the whites of his eyes were a little red as if he was really tired, “….A-Am…I okay…? I’m…really hungry…”
T’charrl was pretty happy to help Takeshi, smiling away as he helped him with his wounds. He would have to be quick when pulling out the knives, going to the one in his leg that would hopefully be the least painful, “You sure you can?” he spoke calmly, hoping he wasn’t hurting Takeshi too much as he reached for the knife, “You know, we may not have space travel yet…but we have a lot of nature’s bounty behind us to help”. Listening to what Takeshi had to say, he tilted his head a little before pulling at the knife as one hand reached over and forced the goop into Takeshi’s wound, “You are? You might want to wait for whatever they did to you to disappear, because if you die against the General I really don’t know if I can manage against him”, he nodded, giving him a quick look, “You’re not just saying that to get me out of doing this to you, are you?”
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T’charrl was trying to accommodate Takeshi’s difficult situation by flying gently along, but sometimes it wasn’t all that smooth when there was the odd tree and the feeling of having to carry another being that was pretty much the same weight as him. He was as careful as he could be, his other set of arms holding onto Shu’s stave as he carefully flew while taking care to keeping a lookout for anyone that might think to ambush them, “Really? So flying among your kind is something you learn? We gain the ability when we’re teenagers”, he spoke, tilting his head in interest. He didn’t know much about them, he didn’t even know what the other guy was and Takeshi didn’t have a tail like his brother, “Vegeta…? Okay. Just keep your muscles relaxed as much as possible and he shouldn’t have problems helping you…I mean, the knives would be blocking your blood flow so the damage should be minimal…”
Viral was struggling a fair deal, the extra elevation was even making him feel a little too light-headed compared to earlier. He was having trouble keeping his head together and even Katas was beginning to get a little fuzzy, but the biggest difference was he didn’t want to die so pathetically by falling unconscious. Letting out a low pained groan as Katas continued to speak, he stared up at him with a frown before he let out a sigh, “Not…the strongest…? Hmph…I’m just…having a bad few weeks…” he mumbled, slowly trying to raise his hand up to his stomach, “Is that supposed to be a joke about me being void of a stomach right now…” Viral wasn’t having a great time right now, he could really do without being carried by a guy in flashy clothes who made jokes when he couldn’t slap him for it. Resisting the urge to cough up blood, he let out a groan as the pain continued to run through him all the while Katas continued to talk to him, “You…say that…but then…when battling is the only thing you’re good at…that’s all you want to do until you die. You…know no greater shame…than constantly failing…”
With the house not being too far, T’charrl arrived first after his mother but was fairly nervous about being this close to the city and so much out in the open. It was completely nerve-wracking, the last time he was this far towards the city he was being dragged away. Frowning a little, he slowly few closer to the ground, still holding Takeshi as he looked up to his mother in hope that she would be able to protect them if something happened; however, everything seemed to be going well as the expected person answered the door and immediately let them in. Frowning a little, he dropped to the ground and slowly but surely limped on into the house with Takeshi. He could at least try and walk properly, hoping to get on to somewhere where he could put Takeshi down and begin treating him properly, “Don’t worry! You’ll be back to being as good as new for someone like you”, he smiled, feeling fairly confident that he could treat an alien, “I have training in first aid!”
Viral was fairly out of it, his senses had been coming and going and all he wanted to do was give up and fall asleep. He knew it would be extremely bad for that to happen, but he was so drained of blood that things were not looking too good for him. He could only stare at Vegeta as he immediately approached him, the feeling of his back against a solid surface proved all too painful to handle right now but he was too weary to complain. Staring at Vegeta, he frowned before his eyes slowly looked away from him as if in shame. He didn’t want to arrive into Vegeta’s presence in this state ever, it was a terrible dishonour. Slowly looking back to Vegeta when he questioned his wound, he merely frowned before looking away again, “…Yes, it did. Their weapons are strong…” he muttered, trying to make up an excuse to why he fell so quickly to a blade. He was feeling incredibly weak, he didn’t even know how to answer Vegeta’s next question and instead lifted up his injured arm, looking at it, “…Well…my arm is…”, he spoke before dropping it, “But…I don’t know about this hole in my gut. How much longer…do I have…”
Shu looked fairly quiet as he lay in Garesh’s arms, the bandages hardly doing him justice to how at peace he appeared. The bandages were only showing a little bit of bleed through them, but otherwise it was dry and hardly a concern anymore. Without giving Yumi a response as she spoke the first time, her hand giving his own a little squeeze in hopes that he might wake up. It was a good thing he wasn’t snoring, he may had ended up causing way too much concern after falling asleep when hit on the head hard enough. Remaining fairly quiet as Yumi tried to get him to wake up, his fingers twitched a little when Yumi spoke a second time as concern swept through her voice, “…Ohh…dinner…?” he whispered eventually, his eyes still closed.
T’charrl watched as the others were sure enough tended to by their respectful peers, meaning T’charrl was going to have to help Takeshi in any possible manner. Smiling a little, he moved along and gently placed Takeshi down as Takeshi spoke, “Huh? It’s no problem, I mean…I do what I can to help”, he smiled, pulling forward his large pack and searched through it, “I hope you’re fair prepared for this, it’s a lot of wild remedies I use and some of them can sting a little”. Reaching in and pulling out a separate packet, he scooped out a strange green slime on two claws, looking to Takeshi’s open wound before wiping it down with it, making sure the slime went into the wound itself, “You’ll be repaired in no time! It stops further bleeding and encourages wounds to close. How’s that feel?”
Viral was struggling a fair deal, the extra elevation was even making him feel a little too light-headed compared to earlier. He was having trouble keeping his head together and even Katas was beginning to get a little fuzzy, but the biggest difference was he didn’t want to die so pathetically by falling unconscious. Letting out a low pained groan as Katas continued to speak, he stared up at him with a frown before he let out a sigh, “Not…the strongest…? Hmph…I’m just…having a bad few weeks…” he mumbled, slowly trying to raise his hand up to his stomach, “Is that supposed to be a joke about me being void of a stomach right now…” Viral wasn’t having a great time right now, he could really do without being carried by a guy in flashy clothes who made jokes when he couldn’t slap him for it. Resisting the urge to cough up blood, he let out a groan as the pain continued to run through him all the while Katas continued to talk to him, “You…say that…but then…when battling is the only thing you’re good at…that’s all you want to do until you die. You…know no greater shame…than constantly failing…”
With the house not being too far, T’charrl arrived first after his mother but was fairly nervous about being this close to the city and so much out in the open. It was completely nerve-wracking, the last time he was this far towards the city he was being dragged away. Frowning a little, he slowly few closer to the ground, still holding Takeshi as he looked up to his mother in hope that she would be able to protect them if something happened; however, everything seemed to be going well as the expected person answered the door and immediately let them in. Frowning a little, he dropped to the ground and slowly but surely limped on into the house with Takeshi. He could at least try and walk properly, hoping to get on to somewhere where he could put Takeshi down and begin treating him properly, “Don’t worry! You’ll be back to being as good as new for someone like you”, he smiled, feeling fairly confident that he could treat an alien, “I have training in first aid!”
Viral was fairly out of it, his senses had been coming and going and all he wanted to do was give up and fall asleep. He knew it would be extremely bad for that to happen, but he was so drained of blood that things were not looking too good for him. He could only stare at Vegeta as he immediately approached him, the feeling of his back against a solid surface proved all too painful to handle right now but he was too weary to complain. Staring at Vegeta, he frowned before his eyes slowly looked away from him as if in shame. He didn’t want to arrive into Vegeta’s presence in this state ever, it was a terrible dishonour. Slowly looking back to Vegeta when he questioned his wound, he merely frowned before looking away again, “…Yes, it did. Their weapons are strong…” he muttered, trying to make up an excuse to why he fell so quickly to a blade. He was feeling incredibly weak, he didn’t even know how to answer Vegeta’s next question and instead lifted up his injured arm, looking at it, “…Well…my arm is…”, he spoke before dropping it, “But…I don’t know about this hole in my gut. How much longer…do I have…”
Shu looked fairly quiet as he lay in Garesh’s arms, the bandages hardly doing him justice to how at peace he appeared. The bandages were only showing a little bit of bleed through them, but otherwise it was dry and hardly a concern anymore. Without giving Yumi a response as she spoke the first time, her hand giving his own a little squeeze in hopes that he might wake up. It was a good thing he wasn’t snoring, he may had ended up causing way too much concern after falling asleep when hit on the head hard enough. Remaining fairly quiet as Yumi tried to get him to wake up, his fingers twitched a little when Yumi spoke a second time as concern swept through her voice, “…Ohh…dinner…?” he whispered eventually, his eyes still closed.
T’charrl watched as the others were sure enough tended to by their respectful peers, meaning T’charrl was going to have to help Takeshi in any possible manner. Smiling a little, he moved along and gently placed Takeshi down as Takeshi spoke, “Huh? It’s no problem, I mean…I do what I can to help”, he smiled, pulling forward his large pack and searched through it, “I hope you’re fair prepared for this, it’s a lot of wild remedies I use and some of them can sting a little”. Reaching in and pulling out a separate packet, he scooped out a strange green slime on two claws, looking to Takeshi’s open wound before wiping it down with it, making sure the slime went into the wound itself, “You’ll be repaired in no time! It stops further bleeding and encourages wounds to close. How’s that feel?”
shamrocknroll said
Mogtaki, your character just got into the institute correct? If so my character is going to have fun :D
"Institute" lolol
Thing is though, you know where they're going first isn't a grand old place, yah?
There was way too much to get his head around right now, the weather of New York City definitely in the averages as the hot summer days began to gradually creep into spring. It must had been barely coming to May as the festivals were all pretty done and the leaves in Central Park were all returning to their full glory. There was much to be noticed in the ever growing city of New York; for one, you couldn’t see any mountains ahead or anything that resembled the countryside that wasn’t some form of plant or artificial lake.
If there was one think you noticed about New York was how fast it appeared to grow in the span of a month. New buildings were appearing and there was much talk about ‘housing the veterans’ going on but it was rarely seen, something that sounded fairly exciting to some but hell to others who couldn’t be bothered moving elsewhere. All this chatter and everything the little human beings were all concerned about in their daily lives was definitely some interesting sounds of the city, but when you’re homeless, confused and lost it is probably not something you wouldn’t get jealous of.
The young man named after a negative attitude, a word he was often called when he was young wandered the streets in search of food and shelter, going by the name ‘Snark’. It wasn’t a real name, then again who needed a real name when the world didn’t want you to exist. The homeless were all just extras in the world that belonged nowhere in society because they just couldn’t fit in anywhere, family didn’t want them and if they didn’t have a family then that was just too bad for them. The boy had especially bad luck in his life; first he was abandoned, then he was wandering the streets and now he was wandering somewhere that was thousands of miles away from where he originally started with no idea how he got there. He wasn’t dead yet, so that was definitely a plus.
Just why exactly had he ended up here, he had no idea. He couldn’t remember a thing and several months had passed since then, like an extended drunken wander. This city was like an entirely new world to him and held its own worries and fears, but at least the food was still plentiful during the spring. Lots of visitors had come to New York since the war had ended as well as the returning mass who had otherwise fled or gone to war were now taking up space, the streets hosting even some veterans who held an undying hatred towards people of his origin. It was an uncomfortable place to be, yet it had its perks and mysteries while carrying its downsides such as less Japanese homeless to talk in private with and more gangs wandering the streets.
If there was one thing Snark didn’t like about New York it was wandering the place with confusion on his mind and leading him down streets he wasn’t familiar with. He was so confused, he didn’t know what had happened to him or how he got there with his feet trying to lead him in directions he really wasn’t sure about going in. The people passing by would hardly make a glance at him, the amount of spare change being dropped had hardly managed to find him a decent meal from one of the local stands either and that was only today. Maybe he was missing some good grabs as his eyes wandered away in the momentary sparks of confusion, his chest feeling tight with worry over his own concerns.
His mind continued to tell him where he had to go, even though he had never been in this particular direction before. He could had sworn he was told to do something by someone, but he couldn’t recall who that someone was or what they even looked like. All he knew was they were definitely a wise man and someone he should listen to, or maybe they were a woman and he had only picked up on the idea of a man because he felt much more comfortable around other men than women; of course, it didn’t help that most of the women he had met either hated him because he was a homeless little Japanese kid or the women were in fact prostitutes trying to pick him up on the street corner.
The high rise buildings were not as prominent in this area, the buildings had become a lot smaller and there were fewer people. It was a nice area to be in, but there were so many buildings that just didn’t belong anywhere. They were mostly empty or very run down, it looked like somewhere where other homeless hanged out to try and find a place to sleep. Snark was more used to sleeping in Central Park where he had found a nice quiet spot where nobody went, the peaceful sounds of the wildlife being the best part.
He couldn’t wander anymore, he should really try and find somewhere to rest before he wasted too much energy on his feet. Letting out a long sigh as his eyes slowly directed themselves to the sky, Snark’s mind was gradually brought to a calm halt upon listening to his own body’s concerns and finally deciding to try one of these abandoned houses to shelter him out of the growing heat and calm his heart down. As his eyes wandered to the door as if checking to see if it was locked, soon looked to the streets to see if anyone else was watching him before opening the door, letting himself in before immediately coming to a halt. There were people inside and even if they were probably friendly, he couldn’t judge them quite yet. Just why did his mind direct him to this place? He was definitely feeling confused, but his fears just couldn’t direct him further than the door as all he managed to do was let in a draft into the already nasty smelling house.
If there was one think you noticed about New York was how fast it appeared to grow in the span of a month. New buildings were appearing and there was much talk about ‘housing the veterans’ going on but it was rarely seen, something that sounded fairly exciting to some but hell to others who couldn’t be bothered moving elsewhere. All this chatter and everything the little human beings were all concerned about in their daily lives was definitely some interesting sounds of the city, but when you’re homeless, confused and lost it is probably not something you wouldn’t get jealous of.
The young man named after a negative attitude, a word he was often called when he was young wandered the streets in search of food and shelter, going by the name ‘Snark’. It wasn’t a real name, then again who needed a real name when the world didn’t want you to exist. The homeless were all just extras in the world that belonged nowhere in society because they just couldn’t fit in anywhere, family didn’t want them and if they didn’t have a family then that was just too bad for them. The boy had especially bad luck in his life; first he was abandoned, then he was wandering the streets and now he was wandering somewhere that was thousands of miles away from where he originally started with no idea how he got there. He wasn’t dead yet, so that was definitely a plus.
Just why exactly had he ended up here, he had no idea. He couldn’t remember a thing and several months had passed since then, like an extended drunken wander. This city was like an entirely new world to him and held its own worries and fears, but at least the food was still plentiful during the spring. Lots of visitors had come to New York since the war had ended as well as the returning mass who had otherwise fled or gone to war were now taking up space, the streets hosting even some veterans who held an undying hatred towards people of his origin. It was an uncomfortable place to be, yet it had its perks and mysteries while carrying its downsides such as less Japanese homeless to talk in private with and more gangs wandering the streets.
If there was one thing Snark didn’t like about New York it was wandering the place with confusion on his mind and leading him down streets he wasn’t familiar with. He was so confused, he didn’t know what had happened to him or how he got there with his feet trying to lead him in directions he really wasn’t sure about going in. The people passing by would hardly make a glance at him, the amount of spare change being dropped had hardly managed to find him a decent meal from one of the local stands either and that was only today. Maybe he was missing some good grabs as his eyes wandered away in the momentary sparks of confusion, his chest feeling tight with worry over his own concerns.
His mind continued to tell him where he had to go, even though he had never been in this particular direction before. He could had sworn he was told to do something by someone, but he couldn’t recall who that someone was or what they even looked like. All he knew was they were definitely a wise man and someone he should listen to, or maybe they were a woman and he had only picked up on the idea of a man because he felt much more comfortable around other men than women; of course, it didn’t help that most of the women he had met either hated him because he was a homeless little Japanese kid or the women were in fact prostitutes trying to pick him up on the street corner.
The high rise buildings were not as prominent in this area, the buildings had become a lot smaller and there were fewer people. It was a nice area to be in, but there were so many buildings that just didn’t belong anywhere. They were mostly empty or very run down, it looked like somewhere where other homeless hanged out to try and find a place to sleep. Snark was more used to sleeping in Central Park where he had found a nice quiet spot where nobody went, the peaceful sounds of the wildlife being the best part.
He couldn’t wander anymore, he should really try and find somewhere to rest before he wasted too much energy on his feet. Letting out a long sigh as his eyes slowly directed themselves to the sky, Snark’s mind was gradually brought to a calm halt upon listening to his own body’s concerns and finally deciding to try one of these abandoned houses to shelter him out of the growing heat and calm his heart down. As his eyes wandered to the door as if checking to see if it was locked, soon looked to the streets to see if anyone else was watching him before opening the door, letting himself in before immediately coming to a halt. There were people inside and even if they were probably friendly, he couldn’t judge them quite yet. Just why did his mind direct him to this place? He was definitely feeling confused, but his fears just couldn’t direct him further than the door as all he managed to do was let in a draft into the already nasty smelling house.
I'm just going to post with the thought that it was a nasty old place like I had read before becoming confused when people mentioned a grand institute accidentally lol
If you can't recover it, it's probably gone and will have to be redone.
Where'd the Len-Len-Len go ._.
I may need to post on the IC if people don't post soon, namely the ones being spoken to.
I may need to post on the IC if people don't post soon, namely the ones being spoken to.
*nuzzles Yoshi* Yesssss...I hope it won't just be you and me going for big posts while everyone else is going 'Free'-style on the RP. Intro posts should always be the biggest ._.
Ima post tomorrow, seeing as how I need to go to bed now lol
Ima post tomorrow, seeing as how I need to go to bed now lol
Wow, the IC posts are quite short.
So we all start out in the big world by ourselves, right?
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