I'm so sorry guys, school has me incredibly busy. I'm not upset about the poofing, but I can't really do anything until I'm allowed to reform lol
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[Sorry for the wait, I've been busy with college >.<']
Black Pearl opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by the sound of gears turning. She spun around to look down the hallway, but before she could react something pierced through her chest. She let out a soft gasp of pain, her gray eyes widening, before she poofed, her gem falling onto the sand by Amber's feet. Inside her gem, Black Pearl watched as Amber picked her up. She's...not leaving me? A spark of hope bloomed within Black Pearl. Maybe she still had a chance.
Black Pearl opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by the sound of gears turning. She spun around to look down the hallway, but before she could react something pierced through her chest. She let out a soft gasp of pain, her gray eyes widening, before she poofed, her gem falling onto the sand by Amber's feet. Inside her gem, Black Pearl watched as Amber picked her up. She's...not leaving me? A spark of hope bloomed within Black Pearl. Maybe she still had a chance.
Gaius watched Arthur leave with a considering frown set on his wrinkled face. Once the prince was gone, he began to clean up his supplies, intent on keeping himself busy until the young man - the druid - awakened. He would not have to wait long, as only a few hours later Emrys began to stir. He suddenly shifted on the cot, a soft groan escaping his lips as his eyelids fluttered. Gaius hurried over to his side, placing a hand on his uninjured shoulder to keep him still. Emry's blue eyes opened, slightly cloudy with fatigue, and he looked up at the physician blearily.
"Wh...what happened?" he croaked out, struggling to sit up. Gaius helped him into a sitting position and handed him a cup of water that had been waiting on the table. "Where am I?" As soon as he was conscious he could feel that his wound had been treated, and the old man in front of him had kind eyes, so he knew that he had been rescued.
"You are in Camelot." Gaius didn't miss the way the young man flinched at the name. "Prince Arthur brought you to me when he found you injured in the forest."
Emrys' eyes widened comically. "P-Prince Arthur?" he spluttered, his tone incredulous. Gaius nodded, gesturing to the cup of water in his hand.
"Drink." The druid hesitated but eventually reached for the water, taking a few slow sips. The cool water felt heavenly on his dry throat, and when he spoke again his voice was clearer.
"Thank you." He then attempted to stand, at which point Gaius had to hold him back.
"Where do you think you're going? You still need to recover!" Emrys avoided eye contact, picking at a loose thread on the blanket draped over him.
"I...I can't stay here. I...have to go home." Gaius sighed and gave Emrys a pointed look.
"I know you are a druid. I saw the mark." The young man stiffened, his body going rigid, his eyes brightening with panic. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." Emrys looked up at the healer in shock. Gaius gave him a wry smile. "I once practiced magic, a long time ago."
Emrys sat up straighter, ignoring the twinge of pain in his shoulder. "You did?"
"Yes, and I knew many druids in my younger days. Because of that I will keep your secret safe. But you cannot leave."
The brunette frowned. "Why not?" Gaius sighed heavily.
"You owe Prince Arthur your life. You are indebted to him." Emrys stared at him for a few moments, processing. Then he let out a groan and flopped back onto the bed.
"Of course I am," he muttered, throwing his uninjured arm over his eyes. Gaius found himself smiling at the young man's actions.
"What's your name, young man?" Emrys was silent for a few moments, thinking. Then, he said quietly,
"My name is Merlin." Gaius nodded.
"What an interesting name. Anyway, you have to keep that mark hidden while you are here. I can give you a wrap for it." Emrys gave the old man a tired smile.
"Thank you again, mister...?" Gaius waved his hand dismissively.
"It's no trouble at all. And call me Gaius. Emry's smile widened.
"Okay, Gaius." He settled back down and closed his eyes, trying to relax despite the fear he felt knowing that he was indebted to Prince Arthur. Prince Arthur, the son of King Uther, who had outlawed magic in Camelot and labeled druids like him as criminals. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
[Sorry for taking so long! I've been busy with college >.<']
"Wh...what happened?" he croaked out, struggling to sit up. Gaius helped him into a sitting position and handed him a cup of water that had been waiting on the table. "Where am I?" As soon as he was conscious he could feel that his wound had been treated, and the old man in front of him had kind eyes, so he knew that he had been rescued.
"You are in Camelot." Gaius didn't miss the way the young man flinched at the name. "Prince Arthur brought you to me when he found you injured in the forest."
Emrys' eyes widened comically. "P-Prince Arthur?" he spluttered, his tone incredulous. Gaius nodded, gesturing to the cup of water in his hand.
"Drink." The druid hesitated but eventually reached for the water, taking a few slow sips. The cool water felt heavenly on his dry throat, and when he spoke again his voice was clearer.
"Thank you." He then attempted to stand, at which point Gaius had to hold him back.
"Where do you think you're going? You still need to recover!" Emrys avoided eye contact, picking at a loose thread on the blanket draped over him.
"I...I can't stay here. I...have to go home." Gaius sighed and gave Emrys a pointed look.
"I know you are a druid. I saw the mark." The young man stiffened, his body going rigid, his eyes brightening with panic. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." Emrys looked up at the healer in shock. Gaius gave him a wry smile. "I once practiced magic, a long time ago."
Emrys sat up straighter, ignoring the twinge of pain in his shoulder. "You did?"
"Yes, and I knew many druids in my younger days. Because of that I will keep your secret safe. But you cannot leave."
The brunette frowned. "Why not?" Gaius sighed heavily.
"You owe Prince Arthur your life. You are indebted to him." Emrys stared at him for a few moments, processing. Then he let out a groan and flopped back onto the bed.
"Of course I am," he muttered, throwing his uninjured arm over his eyes. Gaius found himself smiling at the young man's actions.
"What's your name, young man?" Emrys was silent for a few moments, thinking. Then, he said quietly,
"My name is Merlin." Gaius nodded.
"What an interesting name. Anyway, you have to keep that mark hidden while you are here. I can give you a wrap for it." Emrys gave the old man a tired smile.
"Thank you again, mister...?" Gaius waved his hand dismissively.
"It's no trouble at all. And call me Gaius. Emry's smile widened.
"Okay, Gaius." He settled back down and closed his eyes, trying to relax despite the fear he felt knowing that he was indebted to Prince Arthur. Prince Arthur, the son of King Uther, who had outlawed magic in Camelot and labeled druids like him as criminals. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
[Sorry for taking so long! I've been busy with college >.<']
Gaius turned away from Emrys when the prince entered, his gaze falling on the bucket of water. "Ah, very good," he muttered, pushing the image of the druid mark to the back of his mind; he would worry about that later, once the boy was awake.
"Do you have an idea of whether he'll be alright or not yet?" Arthur asked as Gaius pulled the table with his supplies closer to Emrys' bed. Gaius shook his head, not bothering to look up at the prince, too focused on the task at hand.
"Not yet, sire. His well-being will greatly depend on whether or not I can staunch the blood flow once I remove the arrow." The old man was confident in his abilities as a healer, but he didn't want to lie to the prince and say the boy would be okay when there was no way of knowing for sure at that moment.
Without another word, Gaius carefully wrapped his right hand around the rod of the arrow, placing his left hand on Emrys' shoulder to hold him still. He took a breath, preparing himself, and gently began to tease the arrowhead from the young man's flesh. Emrys didn't react right away, but eventually the pain filtered through the fog in his mind and he visibly winced, his face contorting with discomfort. His body went tense, but Gaius didn't stop, continuing to pull until the arrow was free.
Blood immediately welled up in the wound, and Gaius hastily dropped the arrow onto the table and picked up a clean cloth, pressing it against Emrys' shoulder. "Hold this here for a moment," he instructed Arthur, only letting go once the prince was applying adequate pressure. He grabbed another cloth and soaked it in water, wringing it out before shooing Arthur away and beginning to clean the wound.
Emrys' eyes were moving frantically beneath his closed lids, and every so often he would let out a quiet whimper of pain. Once Gaius was finished cleaning the wound, dropping the red-and-green stained cloth onto the table, he picked up the herb mixture he had prepared and began slathering it onto Emrys' wound. He then wrapped the wound tightly with bandages. At this point the salve had begun to dull the pain, and Emrys relaxed once again, falling asleep now instead of unconscious. Gaius let out a sigh of relief and turned to Arthur with a small smile.
"He will be fine, sire. I will let you know when he wakes up."
"Do you have an idea of whether he'll be alright or not yet?" Arthur asked as Gaius pulled the table with his supplies closer to Emrys' bed. Gaius shook his head, not bothering to look up at the prince, too focused on the task at hand.
"Not yet, sire. His well-being will greatly depend on whether or not I can staunch the blood flow once I remove the arrow." The old man was confident in his abilities as a healer, but he didn't want to lie to the prince and say the boy would be okay when there was no way of knowing for sure at that moment.
Without another word, Gaius carefully wrapped his right hand around the rod of the arrow, placing his left hand on Emrys' shoulder to hold him still. He took a breath, preparing himself, and gently began to tease the arrowhead from the young man's flesh. Emrys didn't react right away, but eventually the pain filtered through the fog in his mind and he visibly winced, his face contorting with discomfort. His body went tense, but Gaius didn't stop, continuing to pull until the arrow was free.
Blood immediately welled up in the wound, and Gaius hastily dropped the arrow onto the table and picked up a clean cloth, pressing it against Emrys' shoulder. "Hold this here for a moment," he instructed Arthur, only letting go once the prince was applying adequate pressure. He grabbed another cloth and soaked it in water, wringing it out before shooing Arthur away and beginning to clean the wound.
Emrys' eyes were moving frantically beneath his closed lids, and every so often he would let out a quiet whimper of pain. Once Gaius was finished cleaning the wound, dropping the red-and-green stained cloth onto the table, he picked up the herb mixture he had prepared and began slathering it onto Emrys' wound. He then wrapped the wound tightly with bandages. At this point the salve had begun to dull the pain, and Emrys relaxed once again, falling asleep now instead of unconscious. Gaius let out a sigh of relief and turned to Arthur with a small smile.
"He will be fine, sire. I will let you know when he wakes up."
Emrys did not stir again, remaining still throughout the entirety of the journey back to Camelot; he would have appeared dead if not for the gentle rise and fall of his chest. His head fell limply back against Arthur's chest as the prince carried him to Gaius' chambers, his arms hanging from his sides like a ragdoll's, and he looked almost peaceful. Gaius looked up from his work when the door to his chambers opened, and his eyes widened at the sight of Prince Arthur holding an injured young man in his arms.
"What on Earth happened?" he demanded, getting to his feet and guiding Arthur over to a cot next to his desk, instructing the blonde to place Emrys on it. He didn't wait for an answer, immediately getting to work. He examined the young man's wound, muttering to himself, before grabbing a clean cloth and some bandages. "Get me a bowl of water will you?" he huffed, placing the items on the cot next to Emrys before shuffling over to his desk, picking up a mortar and pestle and various herbs. "I need to clean the wound."
Once the prince had left to fetch some water, Gaius used a knife to gently cut off Emrys' shirt. His eyes widened when he spotted the druid mark on the young man's uninjured shoulder, and he quickly hid the mark by wrapping a few bandages around it. This boy is in danger, and not just because of his injury, the old man thought uneasily as he awaited Arthur's return. Meanwhile, Emrys stayed completely unconscious and unaware.
"What on Earth happened?" he demanded, getting to his feet and guiding Arthur over to a cot next to his desk, instructing the blonde to place Emrys on it. He didn't wait for an answer, immediately getting to work. He examined the young man's wound, muttering to himself, before grabbing a clean cloth and some bandages. "Get me a bowl of water will you?" he huffed, placing the items on the cot next to Emrys before shuffling over to his desk, picking up a mortar and pestle and various herbs. "I need to clean the wound."
Once the prince had left to fetch some water, Gaius used a knife to gently cut off Emrys' shirt. His eyes widened when he spotted the druid mark on the young man's uninjured shoulder, and he quickly hid the mark by wrapping a few bandages around it. This boy is in danger, and not just because of his injury, the old man thought uneasily as he awaited Arthur's return. Meanwhile, Emrys stayed completely unconscious and unaware.
Though Black Pearl had fought hard for Earth during the Great Gem War, the tragedies she had witnessed had left her shaken. The fragile self-confidence she had been building as a Crystal Gem had been shattered, and she had isolated herself from the world as soon as she had found a safe place to hide. She was terrified of what might be out there, but pearls were not meant to be alone, and the solitude ate at her until she couldn't take it any longer. Just as she was contemplating shattering herself, a signal was emitted. Tears of relief sprung from her eyes, and despite her fear and anxiety, she followed the signal, knowing that no matter how afraid she was, she couldn't be alone any longer. Now Black Pearl was in the desert, approaching a large stone monolith. She froze like a deer in headlights when she saw another gem in the distance, attempting to open the door. Her instincts screamed at her to run, but she fought against them, as her only options now were face other gems or face death. And, well, if the gems she faced decided to kill her, then so be it. At least she wouldn't hurt anymore.
"Um, e-excuse me," she stuttered as she cautiously approached the other gem, who was clearly an amber. "D-do you, um, n-need h-help?" She refused to make eye contact, keeping her head lowered and her posture submissive and non-threatening. "N-not that I th-think you c-can't do it on y-your own, of c-course!" she added hastily.
"Um, e-excuse me," she stuttered as she cautiously approached the other gem, who was clearly an amber. "D-do you, um, n-need h-help?" She refused to make eye contact, keeping her head lowered and her posture submissive and non-threatening. "N-not that I th-think you c-can't do it on y-your own, of c-course!" she added hastily.
Shin picked up his phone and slid it into his sweatshirt pocket before grabbing his headphones with his left hand and using his right hand to sling his backpack over his shoulder. He put his headphones back on and plugged them into his phone, picking a random song to listen to and flipping his hood back up as he followed Chad and the rest of his classmates to the dorms. He kept his head lowered and his hands shoved inside his front pockets as he walked, only just barely able to hear what Chad was saying through the music blaring in his ears. His ruby red eyes were alert as he took in his new surroundings, his body visibly relaxing once they were inside and away from the harsh rays of the sun. He pulled down his hood and shook out his messy black hair, but did not lift his head. He did, however, pause for a moment when his Quirk was deactivated.
Shin's Quirk was different from most other Quirks in that it affected his body even when it was not active. Because of this, even as his enhanced senses and physical abilities were stripped away, his pointed ears, fangs, and claws remained. So too did his need for blood. It was his almost constant need for blood that had him particularly interested in the refrigerator. He paused by the refrigerator, waiting until the rest of the group was a few feet ahead, before quickly typing a request into the tablet: Blood bags; O type and A type taste best.
He gradually caught up to the rest of the group, and only tilted his head slightly at the sight of the silver card melting into his skin, his expression remaining blank. Interesting. Shin only looked up from his hand when Seth spoke.
Shin shrugged noncommittally before making his way towards the stairs, intent on going up into his room and unpacking. He hadn't brought much, only clothes and shoes, school supplies, bed covers, and toiletries. It would only take him a half an hour at most to unpack, and although he wanted to hang out in his room with the lights off and listen to music when he was done, he knew that spending time with his classmates was important for whatever was happening tomorrow. I guess I'll meet them there when I'm done.
Shin's Quirk was different from most other Quirks in that it affected his body even when it was not active. Because of this, even as his enhanced senses and physical abilities were stripped away, his pointed ears, fangs, and claws remained. So too did his need for blood. It was his almost constant need for blood that had him particularly interested in the refrigerator. He paused by the refrigerator, waiting until the rest of the group was a few feet ahead, before quickly typing a request into the tablet: Blood bags; O type and A type taste best.
He gradually caught up to the rest of the group, and only tilted his head slightly at the sight of the silver card melting into his skin, his expression remaining blank. Interesting. Shin only looked up from his hand when Seth spoke.
“I guess we should unpack before meeting back here.”
Shin shrugged noncommittally before making his way towards the stairs, intent on going up into his room and unpacking. He hadn't brought much, only clothes and shoes, school supplies, bed covers, and toiletries. It would only take him a half an hour at most to unpack, and although he wanted to hang out in his room with the lights off and listen to music when he was done, he knew that spending time with his classmates was important for whatever was happening tomorrow. I guess I'll meet them there when I'm done.
Emrys had been drifting in and out of consciousness for what felt like days, though in reality it had only been a few hours. There were moments when he was painfully aware of the throbbing in his shoulder, but these moments were short-lived, as he ended up slipping back into unconsciousness soon after waking. When Arthur found the young druid, he was in a state somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness, and he stirred when he heard voices in the distance. The voices sounded muffled and far away, and Emrys couldn't understand what they were saying, but he feared that the bandits had returned.
The poison made it difficult for Emrys to think, but his instincts were screaming at him to run and hide. He slowly blinked open hazy blue eyes, the normally bright orbs glazed over and dull, and ended up meeting Arthur's gaze. The prince's form was blurry, and Emrys let out a soft groan of pain as he attempted to crawl away from Arthur, unable to make out his armor or insignia. His breathing was labored and his eyes were half-closed as he looked up at Arthur pleadingly, silently begging him not to hurt him. His fair skin was pale and clammy, and his black locks of hair were stuck to his forehead and neck with sweat.
Emrys blinked repeatedly, trying to clear his vision, but found that his eyes closed further each time he did so. The fatigue caused by the poison was catching up to him again, and he knew that he was slipping. He stared up at Arthur for another moment, his pale lips moving but no sound coming out, before his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell unconscious once again, his body going completely limp.
The poison made it difficult for Emrys to think, but his instincts were screaming at him to run and hide. He slowly blinked open hazy blue eyes, the normally bright orbs glazed over and dull, and ended up meeting Arthur's gaze. The prince's form was blurry, and Emrys let out a soft groan of pain as he attempted to crawl away from Arthur, unable to make out his armor or insignia. His breathing was labored and his eyes were half-closed as he looked up at Arthur pleadingly, silently begging him not to hurt him. His fair skin was pale and clammy, and his black locks of hair were stuck to his forehead and neck with sweat.
Emrys blinked repeatedly, trying to clear his vision, but found that his eyes closed further each time he did so. The fatigue caused by the poison was catching up to him again, and he knew that he was slipping. He stared up at Arthur for another moment, his pale lips moving but no sound coming out, before his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell unconscious once again, his body going completely limp.
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