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Misha's blood froze. She scrambled to the edge of the bank. She could see Destin in the water, but she still wasn't wearing a jacket and knew jumping in herself would probably kill both of them. Still, she had to do something. She felt a wave of guilt wash over her, choking her until she felt her hands shaking. She struggled to her feet and launched herself down the river side, trying to find a shallower slope on the river bank so she could help him. "Destin," she choked, clenching her fists. What the hell is wrong with me?
@Fionraella
@Fionraella Misha glared at him, her face growing red. She leaned forward. "What the hell are you doing?" She felt a pang of concern, but she doubted he would actually jump. He seemed fairly stable. "You brat," she hissed. "Don't hurt yourself. Don't even think about--" She took an uneasy step forward, ready to lunge if he moved.
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Destin shrugs. "We're all going to die now anyway. I literally don't give a shit." He then falls to his knees, wailing. He never EVER swore. Never even said "crap". He buries his face in his hands. "IT was my lantern! I left it and it caught fire and burned all my herbs! And now we're all going to die and it's all my fault. JUST LET ME DIE!"


Misha clenched her fists and scrunched up her nose in a fierce scowl. "So now you just give up? You're going to let all of us useless saps die because it's easier to jump in the river and-" She raised her hands over her head theatrically. "-run!" She growled and crossed her arms, turning away from him until she faced the other bank of the river rather than Destin's sad display. "I don't give a damn. Whatever."
[IM SORRY I USED A BAD WORD]

@Fionraella Misha finally caught her breath and managed to right herself. She stared at Destin's slow walk, his hung head. "Destin.." she said slowly, taking a small step forward. Her mind raced with apprehension. The boy's distress set off sirens in her brain as she considered - and fought not to consider - the possibilities of what had happened and what would happen as a result. She frowned, then shook her head. Get a grip, Mish'. "This is a shit time to freak out and run away, kid." She stared at him critically.
hey guys btw we have an art page now!!
Rumors say there are people living in two camps in the woods. That weird things happen between the two groups, and that no one who goes in the forest ever returns.

Welcome to the official* art gallery for the role-play The Two Sides. This is a place for members to post and enjoy some great art of the characters, scenes, etc. If you aren't a member, you're free to enjoy the art and comment - and we encourage you to check out our roleplay !

* I'm not an official GM for TTS, but I've obtained a small amount of god status via our lovely actual GM, so I'll do my best to keep this page organized. <3

If you want your art featured here(members only, please!) feel free to post your The Two Sides-themed art here! If you can come up with a title or at least list the characters/locations/scenes featured, it will be much easier for me to organize a list of links to pieces.
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Destin skids to a stop at the river. "Aya!" He calls, voice shaking. He looks around frantically. He then sighs, not hearing a reply. whimpering, he collapses down next to the river, sobbing quietly. "Please Aya..I need you..." He whimpers, tears rolling down his cheeks. He closes his eyes and buries his face in the grass.


Misha slowed as she came closer to the river, now able to hear the gurgle and flow of the water. She stopped running and broke into heavy breaths as she tried to draw air back into her lungs. She rest her palms on her knees and took a few deep breaths before stumbling forward. "D- Destin," she said loudly, glancing from side to side.
Misha's legs ached from the struggle in the mud and the race after Destin - both times - but she pushed forward through the forest after him. Between heavy breaths of exhaustion, she called his name. Stupid kid needs to stop running away! she thought, face red from running and contorted into a grimace. I'm just going to fall over and die and my last thoughts will be 'Goddamnit, Destin. Slow down for the old people.'
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Destin's eyes well with tears. "They're all burnt..." He whispers, taking a staggering step back. "Without...without any of the herbs...I...I cant help!" He turns and runs from the tent. He shifts mid-run and bolts out of camp, heart pounding. No point in being near people he couldn't save...


Misha stood up and threw her hands into the air. "Destin!" she yelled, then cursed herself. She took a deep breath in and broke into a run after him. She struggled to keep a hold on the rage and accusations she was so tempted to submit to, but if Destin - the reasonable one - wasn't being reasonable, she wasn't going to be reasonable, either. She launched herself through the woods after him, ignoring the branches that slapped her as she weaved through them.
@Fionraella Misha's eyes widened. She dropped to her knees with a soft plop and pawed through the burnt remains of the herb store. What the hell? she thought, her face turning to a scowl. She raised her head to look at Destin, who looked a little like he was about to faint from where she sat. "Did someone do this?" she hissed, trying to steady her voice against the emotion building inside of her.
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