Stitches

Prometheus Academy: Open-world, multiple locations, unique classes and an overarching story.

Mable shut her eyes again. She had, in fact, become irritable due to her exhaustion, and trying to explain to Carolyn of all people why everyone almost died didn't take piority on her list of things she'd rather be doing. In fact, sleep was taking up her entire thought process, but reluctantly, her mind kicked back into gear; started putting together thoughts into coherent sentences. In terms of her attendance record, it was practically spotless. She had little reason to be outside of the Academy grounds late at night, since she wasn't invited to parties, doesn't get drunk, and doesn't enjoy late-night shopping. And thus, Mable thought to use that to her advantage.

"Please, ma'am..." started Mable, before realising how pathetic and pity-mongering she could be sounding right now. Instead, she took on a bit more of a confident tone, keeping an honest face because - honestly - she did nothing wrong. "Surely, I'm a bit of a new face. I don't usually do this, and outlandish as it seems, this man is telling the truth; The lady on the bike was attacked."

Mable shut her eyes, as more images of the night's events sprung forth in her mind. Her voice is tinged with real, actual fear, quavering and cracking as she continues on hesitantly. "I saw her getting beaten by twelve people, all of which too powerful for a normal human...I think one of them pick her up, and-...and dig their fingers into her throat-" Mable cut off, feeling nauseous. She remembered all the blood in crisp detail and her stomach couldn't handle it.

"It took everything to fix her, but-...but I think there are still marks on her throat. You'd be able to see them if the lady is alright with showing you. Physical and actual evidence to support our claims - and surely, three people and then a scar cannot be wrong." finished Mable. All she wanted, right now, was to be in bed. And if this woman kept her back any longer she'd simply collapse onto the floor - and it was showing very clearly. Mable was swaying rather heavily now, her eyes flickering open and shut, lips pressed tightly together, perhaps even paler than she normally is.

Prometheus Academy: Open-world, multiple locations, unique classes and an overarching story.

Sorry, yes, I shall respond. I'm in the process of typing.

EDIT: Posted. Sorry it's so short.

Prometheus Academy: Open-world, multiple locations, unique classes and an overarching story.

I'd post, but I don't have enough to work with yet; Just for easing up the conversation though, Mable is -covered- in blood. And it's really obvious with her albino skin, it'll stand out like a big red spotlight with the words "BAD NEWS" all over it.

Prometheus Academy: Open-world, multiple locations, unique classes and an overarching story.

I would, Insomnia, but I need to see where Phillip's scenario takes Mable before saying yes.

Prometheus Academy: Open-world, multiple locations, unique classes and an overarching story.

Time seemed to stretch out impossibly as Mable was so incredibly focused on helping this woman to survive. Noises became distorted in her ears, the area around her peripheral vision became blurry and dark and she felt an overpowering urge to collapse on the floor and just sleep until she felt better. But she gritted her teeth and she finished the job, patchy as it was, to the best of her limited abilities. In fact, she heard something - a loud groan of twisted steel, and the ping of bolts. Wearily, she lifted her head just in time to see the massive dome cover everyone's heads, and the Guardians arrive. She also noticed that the other two had disappeared, but not without hurting all those people. Mable looked down at her hands, a puff of white sparking ineffectually on her fingertips. There was, physically, no possibly way she could save all those people.

Luckily, she didn't have to. With the Guardians came accomplished healers, ones who could actually handle that sort of thing. Mable smiled, shutting her eyes for just a moment now that she was safe, because her lids felt really heavy now. She didn't notice the footsteps coming towards her, but they were quite irritating. Why couldn't they just let her sleep? She earned it.

"C'mon Mable, wake up-....drained, you'll be....ple of hour..." came the voice, swimming in and out of her mind, twisted and echoing through her dark haze of looming unconsciousness. Annoyingly, the man had a point. She couldn't just fall asleep here, not with those people lurking around-...

A gruesome mental image of Horus digging his fingers into Mable's throat, watching with a sick grin as her own life slipped away, was enough for Mable to jolt awake right away. Fear clasped over her heart like a clammy hand, and the adrenaline started sharpening her muffled senses. She looked right at Leo, nearly jumping back out of fright. For the briefest of moments her clumsy mind thought that Leo was Horus and she cringed away from the unknown man, a swoosh of white light escaping from her fingertips but never really coalescing into a proper barrier spell like Mable had previously planned. Even attempting it now felt like getting punched in the head and she dismissed her magic really, really quickly.

"That's good, you're safe now. I'm Leo from the Academy, you might have seen me around, I thought what you did was extremely brave." said the man. Looking at him, she took in the blonde hair, the slightly tanned skin, and was jealous of the fact he could look so utterly normal. Meanwhile, here she was, sitting in a pool of blood, white skin, white hair, white eyelashes...she must look like something out of a horror show. In fact, this man looked just around her age, which was a little comforting.

She took his hand, hearing him say something about going back to the Academy. When she got up with him, Mable realised that the floor and her feet were no longer on easy terms as she felt the ground pitch and reel with her heavily swaying body. Her knees trembled, threatening to buckle under the weight of her blood-soaked bodywarmer. She let loose a gasp as the motion of standing up was almost too fast, and the blood - her blood, inside of her body - rushed to her head, darkening her vision. She nearly slumped over Leo, having to lean on him a bit more until she got her balance.

Once she could see properly, she noticed her patient - the woman who she saved the life of - stand up and dust herself off, pick up her helmet and nod at her. Just....no thank you, no tears of joy, didn't even touch her throat to show how significant her death - or near-death - was to her. She just nodded at Mable and started to walk away.

Mable looked on in shock. She felt like that lady just ripped her heart out and left her to bleed. For a moment, a nasty thought crept in her mind that she should've just let Ashlynn bleed out on the floor, or partially-healed her so she could feel pain. No-one that selfish, that uncaring, should be left alive. But it was a very short moment because she realised that she was walking away on her own.

"WAIT!" hollered Mable, perhaps a little too loudly, her voice tinged with fear and cracking just a little under the strain of the yell. Lowering the volume a little, Mable continued, calling out angrily, "I saved your life and you just nod at me?! I could've just left you there, you know! I'm not a Guardian or anything!"

Mable looked -beyond- offended at Ashlynn's complete lack of manners. But, even more worrying, Mable noticed her lack of sense too, and added "You're going off on your own again? What if those guys are just waiting a little further away to jump you! I didn't heal you completely, you know - if you get attacked like that again, who knows how long you'll have left to live, or how long the Guardians will take to find you! Show some common sense!"

Mable broke off into coughs. shutting her eyes to avoid the sting of tears. She just wanted to yell and yell and yell until all those horrific visions of the attack left her mind, but her body was like lead, and her vocal chords tightened painfully in her throat, threatening to choke her. She didn't know how anyone could just get up and walk away from an attack like that. She simply couldn't see how.

Speaking a lot quieter, Mable whimpered to Leo, "Can I go back to the Academy now?" as she waited on him to start walking.

Prometheus Academy: Open-world, multiple locations, unique classes and an overarching story.

threedawg said
The RP is taking place in this topic... the Skype chat is just to discuss OOC things like the post order but those things will also be relayed to you either through here or the PM system. Skype is supplementary; it just allows us to communicate faster. There are NO IC posts in Skype.

Ah, sorry. It was a big communication error. XD I was seriously freaked out, and honestly thought that the opening post was just for potential new members and the rest of it would be Skype collabs.

And yes, phillip, that'll be fine! I was actually thinking about approaching you about that. Mable is -not- an almighty goddess, she needs training and all that...but yes, I'll take your agreement and I'll take your scenario. :3

Also, as for Ashlynn and Mable becoming buddies would be likely, but...Mable is young, like 15. At least this complete mental trauma will fit with her 'luna lovegood' style attitude. She's not going to go over the edge and start stabbing people with knives, but it'll be more..."that-weird-girl-who-wears-bobble-hats-in-summer" attitude.

But yeah, walking in on a bloodied woman lying on the floor nearly dead, and then having to save her life? Gonna cause some interesting issues in the ol' braincase.

Prometheus Academy: Open-world, multiple locations, unique classes and an overarching story.

Hm....if the entirety of this RP will take place in Skype, then perhaps I'll have to drop out. Thanks anyways, though, for accepting my character!

Prometheus Academy: Open-world, multiple locations, unique classes and an overarching story.

BST too, 8.34 AM on the moment I've posted this!

Prometheus Academy: Open-world, multiple locations, unique classes and an overarching story.

Mable was simply walking back to the Academy, that evening. She had no watch on, no track of time, but judging by the way it was quickly darkening, she assumed it was around 8pm. The orange glow of the streetlamps reflected off her white hair and pale skin, and she pulled at her bodywarmer idly. She had the distinct fashion choice of someone spoilt rotten, and by the looks of her young age, she had the vulnerability to match...but, surprisingly, she wasn't the one in trouble.

Just as she was walking past the warehouses, she heard the screams. Distorted and agonizing, it sounded like a woman in trouble, echoing from the further reaches of the district, just swimming out of her hearing range...but the pitch-heavy silence and darkness sharpened the nosie enough for Mable to hear it. She also saw people closing in. "Ah yes, this is Guardian territory..." murmured Mable under her breath. She turned to walk away, but there was a hesitation, a pause. In hindsight, it was a vital pause - her sudden change of opinion most likely saved a life.

Mable approached the entrance to the warehouse and instantly wished she didn't. She saw them all, preparing to fight a measly 3 other people, and heard them approaching the exit - but for the briefest of moments, she also saw the blood. That's when she moved around the corner of the warehouse in a frightened sprint, her sneakers muffling the noise.

She waited for a few moments, counting the 10 who disappeared off into the night, and frowned. Perhaps the other two were detained by the Guardians? Mable didn't know, but she went to have a look anyways. What greeted her sight happened to be a bloodied, beaten woman with a throat wound that was bleeding out heavily onto the floor. Mable caught her breath in her own throat, trying not to vomit at the sight...but she couldn't figure out why the others weren't helping her. They were Guardians! This woman will die if she isn't seen to in the next 12 seconds - what were they up to?

Of course, there was a time and place for split-second decisions. Mable weighed up her options and assumed that the Guardians would protect her and this woman from their attackers, otherwise she was about to step into some very deep trouble indeed.

A bright white light blossomed around the dying figure of Ashlynn, streams of white light twirling into intricate stems - like a mix between a flower and a spider's web. These glowing fronds seeped into the weaker cuts and bruises, but most of them slid across her bloodied skin and poured into the holes in her throat, which were being covered by Mable's hands to stop any more blood from spurting out. She looked genuinely terrified - after all, she was quite young compared to the others, and this was one pretty dangerous wound she was healing. Not to mention that those attackers could land on her back at any time and probably rip her to shreds.

She looked Ashlynn in the eyes, watching her life slip away, and was so thoroughly determined to not let her die that she put her all into the healing. The only part she held back on were the bruises, focusing entirely on healing anything that was bleeding. She couldn't lose any more blood...

But on the other hand, Mable wasn't experienced and it was showing through quite clearly. Whilst she did have some intricate raw power which has clearly been tempered by lessons, without the refined addition of experience, Mable herself was burning through energy like tissue paper. One of the most likely people to be able to see this would be Jason, what with him being a Primary White Mage himself.

And so she sat, in the pool of concealing blood, getting her expensive bodywarmer utterly ruined. Mable was shaking, but not from the cold; her violet gaze swept across the warehouse, looking for anybody who could help Ashlynn - or, better yet, help herself. But finding no such support she continued on wearily, making it her duty to try to fix this woman's wounds and putting her trust into the Guardians.

Prometheus Academy: Open-world, multiple locations, unique classes and an overarching story.

I'll have to post something tomorrow. Nobody start healing the lady! Mable will get to it ASAP.