Oliver

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

The storm seemed to have eased up for the moment, but the ground was still a muddy disaster. Ivan was glad to be lifted off the ground as the made their way back down the road towards the caravan. Ivan's eyes slowly fell closed, his head leaned softly against Raven's chest. Aside from being scared and a bit tired, Ivan was actually feeling a lot better. While his attacks could be deadly if left unattended, they usually cleared up fast once they were over. Now he had other problems to focus on. He said nothing, gritting his teeth together as he tried to forget about the situation. He wanted to stay with the others to help, but he understood why they would want him out of the way.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Ivan balked, not really getting what was going on. He desperately wanted to go back for his weapon at the very least. "But if there is trouble, shouldn't we stay? We could... ah!" Ivan let out a sharp squeak, pushing his legs closer together so much that he was squeezing Raven's midsection in a way that must have been at least a little uncomfortable. "Sorry..." He rested his head on Raven's chest, wondering where they even planned on going. Back out to the caravan? Certainly not, what good would that be? The thing was stuck fast in the mud, and there was no way a single man and an ill could pull it out by themselves and get back on the road.

The Awakening (A post alocalyptic survival adventure)(ACCEPTING PLAYERS)

Sorry guys, I'm having a bad day. I'm probably not actually leaving, just give me the night to think things over and then I'll let you know whether or not I'm still in.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

"Vhere are you taking me?" Ivan asked, sounding more alert than he had been the last time he spoke. He curled his arms around Raven's neck and his legs around the man's middle to avoid being jostled around so much. He was a bit tense, his legs squeezed together as close as possible. They weren't quite out the door yet, so he looked at the caravan master as if to ask if he had permission to just up and leave like this. The whole situation was highly confusing. He hadn't even had time to pick his bow and quiver up, let alone been told where he was being taken. It seemed odd for Raven to just scoop him up and carry him out the door without a word.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

@ArenaSnow Funny thing was that Lady A actually liked my CS! XD
It was her Co-GM who had a problem with me. I'd rather not continue the fight so I won't say much, but I'll admit to being mostly in the wrong there. I should have toed the line a little more carefully, especially around the snobbier types of RPers.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

@ArenaSnow I guess you're right. Besides, my parents read through my internet history and never let me watch anything rated higher than PG-13.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

The mud man was still freaking Ivan out even though he hadn't done anything since the first threat. The confusion and fear coursing thorugh him was enough to make bile crawl up his throat again. He clamped a hand over his mouth and gagged heavily. He had nothing left in his stomach, so he brought up nothing, only retching and getting blood tinted spit all over his hand. He shakily started scratching the dried vomit and blood off his face, his cheeks blushing deep red.
He was slowly regaining his strength, now able to sit up without the support of the pillows. He was crossing and uncrossing his legs, shifting around nervously under the blanket. He still felt disgusting, but was glad to have been carried away from his puddle of vomit at the very least. He looked up at Raven, who was still right next to him, but said nothing.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

@ArenaSnow I have not, but I've heard tell of it.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Okay, easily imaginable. @xChrome
Don't worry, this stuff happens to everyone all the time.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Ivan jolted slightly as Raven tapped him, but calmed down slightly as he heard him speak. What he heard, however, was less than comforting. What Regina had said telepathically to him still echoed in his head, and the general air of the room was an uneasy one. Aside from the vomit still on the floor, something else smelled off... in a more metaphorical sense.

Ivan used the pillows to prop himself into a more upright position, having a look around. He could see the room more clearly now. A few strangers had entered the room, and it looked like everyone else was still there. He blushed slightly, knowing that they probably didn't appreciate having a sick boy around. He felt like he should leave or something, but he knew he couldn't. He could barely even sit up.

A man who appeared to be made of mud gestured to him, and said quite distinctly "remove". Ivan's dark brown eyes froze wide open and he cringed back slowly, not sure what to make of that. He eyed the going's on of the room warily, feeling very sick and confused. The next thing he knew, he'd been picked up and placed next to Raven. He tensed up, not knowing how to react.