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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 29, 2017 2:21:28 GMT -5
Remy had just gone after them- he even went after Mycle who just wanted to help- admittedly in a way that brought unease to anyone who had been aware. Those spikes went flying and missed both of the targets- thank the gods. Remy didn't even see bothered! He just hauled off his sweatshirt and complained- moved off to talking about the camp. The one blessing was that Ezra wasn't talking into his ear. Rai couldn't deal with much more embarrassment today. "Well, they'll bless[/i (hah) us with their presence soon enough!" Rai tried to joke, to loosen the tension- but Taylor was walking away, Christina was getting them back on task and Ezra was trying to be helpful. "Yeah, setting up here is probably best. We can find a nice wall to put our backs to so nothing sneaks up on us from behind."
Rai goes to joke yet again but then there's a sob and Rai's attention snaps to Mycle. The dude wasn't looking so hot. He obviously didn't want attention on him because he curled in on himself and was trying to be so quiet, it just... wasn't working. Irritation hits him hard- no, not at Mycle. At the two idiots who started this. He was irritated that he hadn't thought of some clever way to stop it before Mycle had spikes tossed at him.
What the hell. This group was going to need to whip itself into shape really quick.
Rai steps away from Ezra and kneels down in front of Mycle's chair- Rai can't help but look down at the guys legs, and he felt an ache in his own. He had been wheel chair bound for a while. He hadn't been able to run, to explore, to do all the things that he wanted. He'd gone quiet and dull. The prosthetic had been awkward, troublesome and was still not something he wanted to show off. His skin was torn and rough, and even though the prosthetic was... aesthetic, in a way, it felt ugly to him. He kind of guessed their situations were different, but hey, he felt for the guy and now he was crying because of two thick headed idiots.
"Mycle, hey-" he taps lightly on the arm of the wheelchair. He wasn't sure if Mycle was the type to startle at being touched- and even if Rai may a tactile person who sought touch, he would respect anyone who didn't. "Ssshh...ssh... you're okay." What was he supposed to do? "Breathe, buddy... in and out." He winced, this probably wasn't going to help at all.
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Post by willowflower on Jul 29, 2017 3:09:08 GMT -5
Having someone, anyone, to help, to simply be there, was already a huge comfort. It didn't quite put him at ease, but at least he wasn't fighting this alone.
Mycle grasped the sound of Rai's voice and clutched his words desperately, trying to take in slower, deeper breaths. It was a struggle at first, seeing how his pounding heart was demanding more air faster, but focusing on Rai's voice grounded him. Finally remembering his breathing exercises, he carefully inhaled for four, held it for five (or was it seven?), and slowly let it out for a longer count. Part of him wanted to drop that, wanted to flail around and panic and cry and feel, but he wanted to gain control quickly. Especially in front of strangers.
"I'm s- I'm s- I'm s- I'm sorry," Mycle hiccupped between sobs, rubbing his eyes. His stammering gets a lot worse during these - Abigail called them "episodes" - sounding like a scratched record trying to play. He blinked down at the smeared tears he cradled in his palms. "I - I... know... this is pa-pa-pathetic," he sniffed, his hands still frantic for things to do. His body still itched to run. "I'm sorry."
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 29, 2017 3:22:24 GMT -5
"Hey, it kind of isn't pathetic at all?" Rai makes a face, "That was a scary situation right there." he makes a gesture to the spikes, "Fear is normal," was this a good time for a joke? or light jest? maybe not, but it couldn't hurt, "I mean, don't tell the guys or anything," he leans in, "Even a cool guy like me gets scared sometimes. I sure as hell think I say Taylor tremble a little back there, Remy too. You got some cool stuff."
He kind of wishes he carried handkerchiefs, like some sort of old vampire cliche, because if he could hand it to Mycle it might be a bit helpful. "You don't have to apologize, you helped cool them down a little. They're just... hot heads. We'll have to deal with it- and to be honest I'll probably egg them on at some point-" Rai lived for competition, Taylor and Remy? They were going to fight and bump heads, and Rai was sure as heck going to stick his nose in and do the same. It was just his nature.
At least it seemed like Mycle was breathing a bit easier, "Anything I can do for you...? I'm not quite sure what would help, if I'm honest..."
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Post by lozi on Jul 29, 2017 8:31:54 GMT -5
Lars Lowell | Fallen Angel | lozi | male | [ Lars is homosexual. For some people, it looks like Lars is standing on stilts. He measures at a height of up to 6'3", his legs making up most of his height. He's quite lean, a result of his frequent visits to the gym. His skin, once tan glowing with a golden aura, has gone pale and dull. His hair is brown and wavy, with a fauxhawk hairstyle. On the days that its not gelled up, it falls into his eyes, a natural mess of hair. His eyes are definitely his most stunning feature, the color of emeralds, with flecks of grey. They're bright, even when the rest of him looks dead. He has a nostril piercing on the right side of his nose. Lars has to wear black, thick rimmed glasses, as contacts don't agree with his eyes. He strongly dislikes them. After his little... incident, Lars' once snowy white wings have turned black at the tips, the color slowly creeping up his wings. Black has taken up half of his wings, and his once golden halo has turned into a ring of barbed wire, sitting crooked on top of his head, instead of floating straight. The crystal is seafoam green and basically transparent. Lars wears a heavy trench coat to disguise and weigh down his wings. He rarely flies anymore, not wanting to show off his wings. His shirt is normally grey, and he normally has jeans of some sort on. He wears his brother's dog tags around his neck. Lars is very cold-hearted and doesn't associate himself with people very often. He prefers to keep to himself, out of the way. He's only on this quest for his redemption, something he's been seeking. He may have healing magic, but he couldn't bring back the dead, or fix the black that's crawling up his wings. He seems to be mad at everyone and everything in the world, when really he's just mad at himself. He's unpredictable and dangerous, when his quick temper flares up. Lars' brother served in the war against the Hunters, and Lars planned to follow in his footsteps. He had returned from the war when it happened. He had made some enemies in the war, and when he returned, he was murdered. Lars flew into a rage, tracking the family who killed Lars, and killing three of them in turn. Horrified, his parents cast him out, but not before giving him a crystal necklace. Lars had thought that his parents would have agreed with his deliverance of justice, but he faced a rude awakening, now that he was all on his own. Lars has gone on this quest as a search for his redemption. ]
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 29, 2017 9:13:28 GMT -5
Ezra wasn't the best at comforting. In fact, he was pretty bad at it. Yet when he saw the horror on Mycles face he couldn't help but make his way over to the guy. He crouched down along with Rai, but he didn't say anything quite yet, until the other called himself pathetic.
"H-hey, you aren't pathetic. You weren't the one hiding behind Rai in terror. Plus those things are terrifying," the omega tried, offering him a light smile. The white haired young man didn't really know what else to do to comfort the other one. He wasn't really the best with social interactions, considering about 90 percent of the ones he'd had so far where hostile at best. But he was still trying.
"And Rais right. They are kind of hot heads. But I think that all Remi was trying to do was scare us. But, hey, you're cool time freezy thing worked. They're not fighting anymore," he tried to opt for support, his green eyes bright and friendly, not looking towards the other in worry anymore. He honstly thought that little trick was cool. Terrifying, yes, but really, really cool. It made him wonder what everyone else could do.
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 29, 2017 11:32:42 GMT -5
[everyone's crystals almost makes a rainbow and that makes me so happy c: you're good to go astro!]
Christina could feel the fear coming from Mycle in waves, she wished there was a way to create a calming tone around them so Mycle didn't feel so scared, but that seemed like an Angel's power, speaking of Angel where were they? She inched a bit towards the rest of the group, sympathy was not her thing at all, sure the spikes scared her a bit, but she'd seen worse before since her territory bordered against the Shapeshifters. She thought maybe she could help by trying to change the subject, but Christina wasn't exactly an expert on people in need of comfort. "Wait Mycle...is time the only element you can bend?" She asked curiously. Of course it seemed normal and like a dumb question to most, but something was rather strange about him...a bit off, unlike all elementals. Plus she thought that by asking him a question he could focus on something else besides Remi's unnecessary spike attack and she wanted to calm him down because they needed to start setting up some camp as the sun had just finished falling over the horizon and they were only left with the residual light for so long.
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Post by lozi on Jul 29, 2017 12:24:04 GMT -5
[ I'll be busy for today, so I'll jump in later today. ]
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 29, 2017 15:36:42 GMT -5
(I'll be in and out today, my dog isn't doing so hot and my mom has me checking in on him to kind of judge what's happening... I'll probably need the distraction though, so...^^; )
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Post by willowflower on Jul 29, 2017 15:54:58 GMT -5
Mycle sobbed even harder. Not out of sorrow, though - more out of gratitude, his heart overflowing with warmth at the comfort Ezra and Rai offered. Still, he didn't handle comfort well; his traitorous brain kept insisting that he didn't need their words, didn't deserve it, that they're just pretending, that they just wanted him to shut up already. It was a bitter battle to believe them when they said he wasn't pathetic.
At least they didn't think he was. And they didn't fear his timebending; they seemed to admire it.
Still ashamed of his tears, he pulled his sweater sleeve over his hand and pressed it over his eyes, letting a few more harsh sobs wrack his body before they subsided into softer hiccups. "Th- th- thank you," he said sincerely, wiping his cheeks more thoroughly as a few more tears leaked out. "I - I'll try to keep - try not to, you know," he said, letting out a long, trembling sigh. His throat hurt. His chest ached. As much as it hurt, Mycle wanted to ride it to the very end instead of trying to squelch it too soon lest he break down again later from the repressed emotions. (And there was that strange desire to cry as hard as he could, to feel the pain at its highest. It was like when he cried while reading a book; a catharsis, the relief from release.) But he didn't have that kind of leisure - as kind as they are, the people around him were still strangers. And the sun was setting.
"I can - I can also bend water," Mycle said to Christina, sniffing. "I - I hope that can be of use." He sniffed again and carefully wiped his nose. Gah, his eyes must be horrendously red. "I'm fine now, really. If I can help set up camp that would be - would be good." He wanted to dig his mind out of the trench it's dug for itself and force it to focus on something else.
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Post by lozi on Jul 29, 2017 18:29:15 GMT -5
[ Can someone explain what's cooking in the roleply right now?! I'll jump in when I get on my computer. ]
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 29, 2017 18:35:17 GMT -5
(sure! So the group met up and kind of quickly...fell apart lmao. Remy and Taylor were having a manly "I am better than you" contest, essentially and Taylor was gearing to fight. So he threw some magic at Remy,and Remy shapeshifted and attacked both Mycle and Taylor. Mycle fudged with time a little and got them to stop but it freaked people out.
Taylor has left to go gather things {you could possibly start with running into him? Taylor finding the last member of the group would be a good ego boost.} And Mycle is panicking- people who are supposed to help him save the world are attacking each other/him, so Rai and Ezra have taken it upon themselves to try and comfort him. Christina is taking charge with getting people to start a camp, Lilith has seen some stuff go down. {You could also start here and /wow/ come to s group kind of in shambles}
Hope this helps!)
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Post by lozi on Jul 29, 2017 18:37:07 GMT -5
[ Thank you. I'll have him find you guys. ]
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Post by lozi on Jul 29, 2017 18:37:40 GMT -5
[ Is the group in a woods? ]
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 29, 2017 18:38:42 GMT -5
(taylor went off into the woods, the rest of the group is in the capitol- near a fountain)
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Post by lozi on Jul 29, 2017 21:58:12 GMT -5
Lars busied himself with kicking around a rock as he went, occasionally chasing it through the woods to kick it back onto the path he was forging. He muttered angrily, glancing down at the necklace that seemed to glow, only it was the grey tinge of his skin.
He really didn't trust this 'you are the chosen one' stuff. Heck, he'd just been kicked out of the house, for murdering three people before his eighteenth birthday. Of course, they had each had a hand in his brother's demise, what did you think he was, a killing machine? It would be best not to answer that.
Lars' foot caught under a root and he stumbled, letting out a string of expletives as pain shot up his leg. He pulled his foot free and continued on his way, growling under his breath. Of course, he could fly to wherever he was supposed to go, but that would mean showing off his wings, and he hated doing that. The last thing he needed was rumors about what he had done to deserve his barbed crown and blackened wings.
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Lars had been walking for a while, very little aside from the backpack on his back. His water had run out, and he was parched. Coming up to a big fountain as he traveled through the capitol, he let the corners of his mouth quirk up in just the slightest. He wasn't alone, though. Someone's sob quickly caught his attention, and he glanced over. He planned on grabbing a drink while he could, without being disturbed, and then he could go on this lame quest to 'save the world.'
He pulled out his jug, dipping it into the fountain. He wouldn't just jump into the fountain and gulp water from his hands, as much as he wanted to. Instead, he forced himself to dip his hands and splash his face with water, before drying his face on the sleeve of his trench coat. He took a long drink from his jug, filled it again, and prepared to head on his way.
It was then that the crystal caught his eye. Hanging from one of the group's neck, it was almost alike to his, except another color. He turned around, looking at his own seafoam green crystal, the only other jewelry aside from the dog tags his brother had made for him. "Well well well, if it isn't the other 'chosen ones.'" Lars was a naturally sarcastic person, and this time was no exception. Who cared if he hadn't even met them. They looked pathetic already, one of them sobbing on the ground, the others rushing to comfort him. The ground was scuffed up as if there had been a fight. Of course, this dysfunctional little group would save the world. Lars had so much faith.
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 29, 2017 22:13:23 GMT -5
"anytime Mycle." Rai assures. Sometimes things just needed to be cried out, he'd done it before. "And take whatever time you need." They weren't exactly doing much quite yet.
He fixes his grip on Mycle's chair, he'd need it to get up with any semblance of grace. Without drawing any attention to his...leg. So he pushes himself up and is about to make a joke to lighten the mood before they went to preparations, but there's a figure just by the fountain.
Was that guy... Drinking the water from that gross fountain? His lip curls.
Ew.
Oh, the other chosen ones? So this was the angel.
Rai sets his hands on his hips and haughtily says, "Well, isn't it the last one to the party, you always going to be this late when you're blessing us with your presence?" The angel sure seemed to be shooting them a disapproving look- which was kind of founded, but still, that guy didn't look like he had too many reasons to flaunt. His eyes flick up to his....halo? Weren't those supposed to be...more.. glowy? And floating? Where were these angels wings? Maybe angels just didn't flaunt those around, as like a...customary thing? Was it rude to ask? Probably. Was he going to ask? Probably. Hey, Rai had to make an a** out of himself eventually. Was now better than never?
"Aren't angels more feathery, dude?-" he blinks as Ezra speaks and mumbles a quiet, 'oh'. "Is that why your halo is so...?" He gestures to the guys head. "Still, do you got the stuff," he points at his crystal sitting like a watermelon slice on his neck, "to back up your claim of being one of us?"
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 29, 2017 22:17:26 GMT -5
" we should look for a place that is well covered, just in case there's any hunters," Ezra suggested, glancing up and around so he could look at the others with his sharp greenish-yellow eyes, still half shifted. His fingers had retracted to look more human like and less creepy. His ears were perked, trying to listen for any type of movement as he patted Mycles shoulder.
"You have a cool ability, I bet the water stuffs neat, too," he hummed thoughtfully, trying to think of where they could go. He could figure out where the others would stay, but he was already planning on sleeping outside of whereever the others were resting. He was an omega, after all. He wasn't allowed indoors much. Usually he slept outdoors or in the mud room if he was good. He twitched his nose lightly, frowning at the odd scent. Angel. But not quite right. So Fallen Angel.
He glanced up and studied the angel that had neared the group, looking up and down, taking the guy in with barely any interest. He could practically see the sarcasm dripping off of the man.
"Oh. A fallen angel. Didn't expect that," he commented wryly, surprised at how loose his tongue had become even a day after leaving the pack. He rested his arm on Mycles wheelchair for a moment, using it to prop up his head with his hand, before realizing what he did and uttered a sorry, pulling away, thinking he'd overstepped and studied the fallen angel. He stood up, returning the disapproving look, trying not to giggle at the pun Rai had made. Of course it came out, but still. He tried.
(Also he's still definitely an omega so any snapping would have him cowering and shutting up ^^)
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 29, 2017 23:15:13 GMT -5
[sorry guys, my sister's play is almost over ughhhhhh]
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Jul 29, 2017 23:34:34 GMT -5
{ GUYS guys i will,,, get a post up tmrw probably but like. not today. i've just been out with my friends most of the day and am vv tired :'^)
i'm so sorry to hear about your dog, faundest, by the way. hopefully they're alright - best wishes! }
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Post by lozi on Jul 30, 2017 6:48:15 GMT -5
Lars' face scrunched up at the guy's words. Wasn't he funny. He didn't like this one already. He brought a hand up to his crooked halo, at least it was a perfect circle. He tried to push it up, but he only succeeded in pricking his finger on the barbs. It was barely noticeable, though, because the spot of red quickly healed back to normal. He decided to ignore the pun, but turned to show the bulk on his back. His wings were quite large, so it was a struggle to get the trench coat on over them, but they were definitely visible. He stretched them underneath, the trench coat rippling as his second pair of shoulder blades and toned wing muscles shifted. "I'm not a perfect specimen, but I'm what you've got." He spat, mainly as a response to the other one's comment on him being a fallen angel. He was definitely hating how self conscious these guys were making him feel. Fishing around under his shirt, he pulled out the charm around his neck. The dull object brightened as it came away from the dark glow of his skin. "Regrettably. Hopefully this mission will let me back into my family and make them see sense."
His next words were a quiet, meek mumble to himself. "Maybe I can go home." His face hardened, and he glared at the two. "So yeah, you're stuck with me." He didn't stick his hand out to be shaken, or introduce himself. He didn't want to be buddy buddy about this. He didn't need friends, and he wasn't here to make any. The whole world could fall to pieces, for all he cared. He just wanted his family back.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 30, 2017 7:09:02 GMT -5
"I wouldn't say "stuck"," Ezra murmured, tipping his head slightly to the side, hearing the murmur about his family. Yet he didn't mention it. That was clearly something that was personal, although it was hard for him to relate to that. He'd never been close to his family, besides his younger siblings, but he'd been glad to actually leave the pack.
"Everyone here has a specific talent needed for... whatever this mission is. I'm sorry if I came off as rude before," Ezra apologized, a small amount of his submissive personality coming out as he did so. The way the other glared at him made him incredibly uncomfortable. So he did what he knew how to do, which is apologize. He swallowed a little, fixing his long locks so he could study to angel in front of them.
"My name is Ezra. What's yours?" He asked, tipping jos head to one side again, looking like a curious puppy dog, even his soft ears were perked curiously. One of his colorful ears twitched, his earrings had disapearred when he'd shifted, which was odd because he was so used to the comforting weight of the metal on his ears, even if they were rather light.
He took the angel in, studying the barbed wire that replaced the halo. What had he done, to become a fallen angel? Was he truly a bad person, or was it because of a horrible, horrible mistake? The wolf straightened his back, trying his best to not look like the omega that he actually was.
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Post by lozi on Jul 30, 2017 7:19:00 GMT -5
Lars' eyes were narrowed at Ezra, but he relaxed at his apology. He was just glad that he didn't pry about his family. The last thing he needed was to go on a long tale about how he had killed three people to exact revenge for his brother. Only angels could cast someone out, into a fallen angel. What if.. Had his brother made him this way? He stopped thinking about it immediately. Of course not. He wouldn't do that.
"Well, I can vaporize things with some sort of light beam, I can fly, and I'm probably strong enough to carry one of you guys while I do so, and I can heal things. I also can summon weapons on command, so that's helpful."
"Speaking of healing, what happened to you?" He gestured at some of his bandages, a sort of frown on his face. "Someone beat on you recently?" He kicked the ground, figuring he should make a better impression than he already had. "Uh... if you want I can heal that up for you. It's Lars, by the way. Lars Lowell."
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 30, 2017 7:49:33 GMT -5
Ezra felt the tension seem to release lightly, and his own shoulders relax when he explained his own powers. Wow. Everyone seemed so... so powerful. How could he even be a part of this group? The next question did catch him off guard and the surprise was clear on his face, before wincing at how he phrased the question. Someone beating on him.
"J-just a... tiff in my pack," he lied softly, although he hated how he said it. It just wasn't anyone else's business besides his packs, and he wasn't going to let on about pack stuff. It just wouldn't be right if him to do so. He shifted a little, wincing as he moved around and brushed against the bruises on him. He did appreciate the offer of help, though. The apology seemed to work.
"If you wouldn't mind, that'd be great," he added with a smile, wanting him to actually think that the angel had a friend here. The omega shifted on his legs, wrapping his arms around his waist as he glanced around, realizing he probably did look a bit worse for wear.
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Post by lozi on Jul 30, 2017 8:34:26 GMT -5
Lars frowned in the slightest at his words, his emotion tapping telling him of unrest inside the young man. It wasn't something he could help, it wasn't on command. It just felt like wherever he went, there were little notifications over people's head to tell him how they were feeling. He could just look at someone and feel their grief, perhaps of a lost one, or pass by a party and pick up on someone's joy. He could feel discomfort now, so he decided to leave it at 'just a tiff.'
"I don't mind." He responded to Ezra's smile with a small smile of his own, barely noticeable on his face. It was if his smile was weighed down by all the things on his mind. At least he didn't have to worry about everyone in the group being a wad, maybe this one wasn't so bad.
He rested his fingers gently on the bandage, barely applying pressure so as to not hurt him. His hands glowed grey, and he winced. He knew that wasn't supposed to happen, his fingertips were supposed to shine brightly and soothingly, and he hoped that Ezra couldn't see the shameful glow. His hand warmed with the glow, and as he did so, a slow ache in his forehead came, until he could fully feel Ezra's pain.
That part shocked him. He could normally heal others without pain on his part. His hand faltered, and he let out a sigh. It wasn't the pain that bothered him, it was the fact that maybe he had been wrong, and maybe he was a monster. He was a creature of fables, meant to scare children into being good.
"You can take the bandage off now." He rubbed the pain in his forehead away, as the last of Ezra's wound healed. What would happen if he tried to heal someone who was dying. Would he die too?
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 30, 2017 10:23:18 GMT -5
He had obviously made a bad impression, and it was about time. Normally he had bothered at least two people just when he met him, but here he had gone and played peace keeper- had gone and comforted and reassured. That wasn't his usual thing, damn him if he wouldn't keep it up if it would somehow help this group together. Supposedly the world needed him, and if he wanted to keep himself and his sister alive (his parents were nice, but his own demeanor had estranged him slightly. He didn't like the pressure they put on him for...everything. He loved them, distantly) he had to do this- they had to do this.
So should he apologize for his prying and terrible pun? Maybe. Maybe.
He feels like he should definitely apologize when the guy offers to heal Ezra- he couldn't be all that bad. He watches the exchange quietly (that was quite the tiff, what had the pack been so mad about?). The visible bruises on Ezra fade and Rai's own throbs. Ah well. That offer probably wouldn't be extended to him and that was fine. It'd fade quicker if he fed. (His eyes do not dart to Ezra.) he still couldn't quite believe he made the offer. Probably best not to feed off a guy who just got healed anyways, better to let them be healed after he fed. He'd find something or someone else.
He looks around their little area, there's a crumpled looking building just over there, the wall facing them was standing though; there were some bricks at the bottom but that was fine.
"I'm gonna clear us a place to sleep over there, that seems as good a place as any." Tomorrow they could find somewhere more proper. Rai shoves his hands in his pockets and saunters over, he hesitates just slightly before bending at the waist to pick up bricks; he'd already squatted enough today and his leg was going to hurt enough as it was. The bricks go flying with an effortless toss, finally some of that vampire strength showing through. He kicks smaller rocks away and keeps to his work until there's a reasonable area cleared away.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 30, 2017 10:41:57 GMT -5
Ezra wanted to back away at first when the other took a few steps closer, closing the gap in between him. He'd been reassured by the small smile that had been returned to the omega, but he recognized the smile as what it actually was. It was the slightest curl of the lips, and he could sense that the other had his mind on other things, not on the group that was supposed to work together and, what, end the war? Ezra didn't know.
The blonde hair young man flinched at the touch, his body shying away from the man as it touched the tender area, before relaxing into it when he realized that it was rather gentle. For someone so rough verbally he sure was gentle when healing.
So he stayed still. Although he couldn't help it when his ears were pinned back against his head. It was something his body just did when he was nervous or angry.
There was a dull glow above him and he realized that it was coming from the others hand. Of course Ezra didn't know any better and thought that's how it was supposed to work, so he didn't comment on it. Instead he let out a soft sigh of relief as the throbbing gash disappeared, the pain along with it, and the swelling in his eye seemed to go down due to their proximity. It was only a little bit of relief but it was enough.
"Thank you," he breathed, undoing the bandage, surprised when he reached up and felt nothing but smooth skin. He glanced up, appreciating it before frowning.
"You alright?" He asked, tipping his head to the side again, his ears perking up and no longer against his skull. He really was like a puppy. He then heard Rais announcement and he turned, calling out "you need any help?"
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Post by lozi on Jul 30, 2017 11:34:31 GMT -5
Lars rubbed his temples, trying to bring himself back to focus. What would really help right now would be being able to fly. Did he regret what he did? No. He had served justice. He had been raised in a family of little violence, and that was the reason he had been kicked out, right? If he stopped this huge war, all this violence, then his family would have to accept him back.
"Yeah, I'm good. I just haven't done this in a while." He watched as his hands cooled and the glowing faded back. He tucked his charm back under his shirt and rolled up his sleeves to his trench coat. It was getting kind of warm. He unbuttoned it, and flexed his wings underneath.
The problem with his wings was that along the tops of his wings, the white feathers had fallen away and revealed bone. It didn't affect his flying, but it made him look sinister and evil. It scared him a little when he looked at his barbed crown. He wasn't a monster.
"Oh, right. What can I do to help?"
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 30, 2017 12:01:27 GMT -5
Taylor walked back up to the group, he was carrying a mound of sticks and branches and dead plants and grass, good ingredients to start and maintain a fire. He glanced around for a second, doing a quick count and noticed they had acquired a new person. He assumed it was the Angel since they weren't attacking him and as he drew closer the halo over his head became quite noticeable, it also occurred to Taylor that this guy was taller than him, something he didn't particularly like. Not that it mattered to literally anyone else, it was just Taylor was always jealous of any guy that looked more...masculine then him, but just like with Remi, he would find a way to prove himself to the group that he was their true leader, no matter how many more idiotic things he had to do. "Well well well, look who decided to show up." Taylor said as he walked up next to the group, a tiny smirk on his face as he dropped all the wood and stuff on the ground, ready to build their fire. He glanced over the Angel guy, finally getting a good look at him, something seemed off about him, why was his halo crooked? That was unusual. He ran a hand through his dark hair then gave a bit of a smile as he nodded slightly too the new guy. "Taylor Brock, Wizard." He said, not sure if the rest of the group had said anything about him since her had caused quite a bit of chaos earlier, even though he still believed that he was the favorite and of course the most powerful of the group, forgetting about the fact that Mycle could literally stop time itself.
Christina had left the group a bit ago, some of them seemed unprepared and they probably needed to eat something and get rest of they wanted to have enough strength to travel to where ever they were gonna go next. As she was walking through the woods, her thoughts continued to wander, how were they supposed to know where to go next? Who was supposed to make that decision? Where they just supposed to collectively know and go with it? She pushed the thoughts away and continued walking through the woods, then shifted into her Reaper form and created a spear from the shadows around her. Quickly she climbed up a tree then crouched on a branch, waiting and watching for some animal to come walking by. Although a lot of animals didn't live in her territory, Reapers usually traded to get meat or most just ended up eating a lot of seafood, but Christina had grown tired of eating fish all the time. Back home she lived in the middle of no where on a farm where her autn grew all sorts of plants, but no Reaper wants to be a vegan. She continued watching, but she got so caught up in her thoughts, she missed a few bucks that walked under her tree and then quickly ran away, sensing her dark presence. She shook her head, trying to get herself to focus and pay attention, her aunt loved animals and kept some books on them, which was the only reason Christina actually knew what a deer was. Even when Remi shapeshifted, she wasn't sure if that was a real animal or just parts from a bunch of animals, but she didn't want to find out. Eventually a doe walked by and Christina aimed her spear and threw it, watching as it went right threw her stomach. She quickly climbed down and took out the spear, then quickly stabbed it again towards the neck and watched as it quit moving. She shifted back to her normal self and picked up the deer by the legs and started walking back to camp. Although she was short and looked to have no strength, Christina could lift a couple grown people, but that was all because of her powers.
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Post by lozi on Jul 30, 2017 12:26:53 GMT -5
Once again, Lars was back on alert. He didn't like the smirk that was on this guy's face, or the comment he made. He frowned, thinking of all the ways that he could shut him up. It wouldn't be hard, he could vaporize him.... No. This was his teammate.
"Yeah, I was thinking I should make an appearance." His voice was cool, nonchalant, as if he wasn't showing up to save the world, rather a teenager showing up late to a detention.
He gave him an infuriating smirk back. He could sense this one was feeling challenged by his presence, the waves of need to control were almost overwhelming to him. Of course, he had a new thing coming. Lars didn't take orders very well.
"Why don't you fill me in on what I've missed."
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Jul 30, 2017 14:12:10 GMT -5
This new guy was... ridiculously tall. (Taller than even Ezra, who, at the moment, had been the Tall Guy™ of the group. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.) It was the first thing that Remington noticed about the Angel, he wasn't even going to pretend otherwise. He probably walked into things all the time - Remy himself very distinctly remembered that awkward stage of development where his arms and legs were growing so fast that his brain couldn't remember their shape. There had been bruises on his hips, on his elbows, all from the times where he had misjudged his actual size and slammed into tables. And doorways. And corners. (Remy could've, in all technicality, made himself to the same size he was before but who wouldn't want to grow taller? A small price, he supposed.) Said bruises had since faded away but the stretch marks along on his back, that will forever make it seem as if Remy had gotten beaten with a whip or something, remained there. His tattoos covered those for the most part though, thank the gods. And Remington really wasn't even that tall, he could only imagine what this guy had gone through.
Then again, Lars was an Angel. And Angels probably didn't have awkward stages like that - they were Angels. But then again-again, Lars didn't really seem like your typical Angel. His skin had a gray tint to it, the halo floating above his head was crooked and seemed to be made of barbed wire. And where the hell were his wi- oh. There. Remy kind of wanted to see them. Especially since this Angel guy was making such a big deal about keeping them hidden under that trench coat. He could still see them anyways, shifting beneath the heavy fabric. And Remy certainly was a curious one, though some others might call him nosy. With that in mind, Remington far too casually ambled over to Lars and touched the wing lump, along the top. Rather than feeling soft, downy feather, he instead felt something more... solid. Rigid. He's confused for a second, before remembering Ezra's earlier comment. 'Oh. A Fallen Angel. Didn't expect that.' That explains it. Remy still wanted to know what he touched - like, yes, he knew it was some part of this guy's wing. But he wanted to see. Also, Remington doesn't understand the concept of personal space. Wowie wow wow.
"Weird wings." Remy muses aloud, giving them another poke. "And all you need to know," He pokes his head over Lars' shoulder, resting his chin there to look at Taylor and give him another grin. "is that me and Wizard boy had some fun. Lookit the spikes." I'm slowly realizing Remington hasn't really addressed anybody by their actual name. He had one job. "And you missed the cutest cat to ever walk this earth. Sorry, bud."
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