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Post by Dr. Jar on May 5, 2016 22:26:29 GMT -8
Ru- "...What happened? Oh...Oh no Tristan and Anselm!" He ran over to Tristan's side, and then used his mind to call Demetri. DEMETRI WHERE ARE YOU? DEMETRI I NEED YOU. PLEASE HELP US. "Tristan, are you alright?.. You...are you hurt?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 5, 2016 22:27:47 GMT -8
August ran for the shopfront following the bloody trail left by his friend. WILHELM GET HERE!!! C'mere!! He felt raw. "ANS? ARE YA OKAY?? Hambalos?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 5, 2016 22:39:28 GMT -8
Over where Ru went, Tris was on the ground, a few specks of blood around, his shirt badly stretched out, hair a mess.
Tristan- "Roo? Guy? Oh man."
He seemed to have healed up already, but was a little disoriented.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on May 5, 2016 22:40:35 GMT -8
Anselm had crashed through the window of a shabby insurance office, leaving the window smashed and the inside in complete disarray as the motorcycle forged a path of destruction through cubicle walls and desks. If August attempted to enter, he would feel the painful unease of un-invitation. Somewhere within he spied weak movement, Anselm was face down, half-splayed out on a broken desk, the motorrad a twisted hunk of metal on top of him. He shifted feebly, a hand gripping his head, perhaps to hold it together. Anselm- "Blut... plea--s..."
His voice sounded awful and wet.
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Post by Dr. Jar on May 5, 2016 22:44:13 GMT -8
Ru- "You're ok Tris!...Now I'm going to help Anselm..." Ru helped Tris up slowly, and then jogged after August toward the darkness. "Hello? Guys?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 5, 2016 22:47:45 GMT -8
August dropped his gun and pushed himself into the shop, invitation or no. He couldn't leave Anselm like that. There was no way, he already felt sick so what was more sickness for a friend? August moved as quickly as he could and tried to move the bike off, hoping it wasn't holding anything together. He was going to get Ans to somewhere less painful. He looked around helplessly, there was only one source of blood he could think of. "Sorry, matey. There ain't no humans around. Uh ya can have some of mine? Like in a brotherly way." He moved his arm towards Anselm's head area as he pushed at the bike with the other.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 5, 2016 22:56:51 GMT -8
Tristan was still trying to make sense of the situation, noticing Babette as Ru ran past her. Ru tried to jump through the window but immediately, instinctively jumped out. For the half second he'd been in there, he felt physically like he was going to explode, and mentally like
LEAVE As he recovered his senses on the sidewalk, he saw August looked kinda horrible now too, bleeding from his eyeballs and all that. Did he try again?
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on May 5, 2016 22:57:22 GMT -8
August felt really horrible the second he passed the broken window, blood started streaming from his eyes like hot tears as he ran through the wreckage and started pulling away the bike. Anselm was totally torn up-- a few of his teeth were scattered on the floor. He kept his head in his hand, broken fingers clutching at his busted skull. He helped August by twisting away from the metal as he desperately tried to free himself. There was a back door closer to where they were, and August had the nearly overwhelming desire to burst out of it before he finished his job. Both the bike and Anselm's body felt incredibly heavy, and August's vision began to blur with the blood.
((You can get August to pull Anselm out the back door, describing the horrible torment of the process! I don't want to get too far w/out Dkender, but I think this will be a safe action to complete since August had a good head start.))
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 5, 2016 23:02:38 GMT -8
It was like getting sweaty sunscreen in your eyes only worse. He was leaking out of himself. He gave one last push sending the bike flipping away with a crash. He gathered up Anselm and let his instincts take over, the bike could be replaced. He truely felt like a horrible monster, it wasn't even a church. Were they that evil? Never mind, the horrible pushing out would stop soon. He'd never liked taxmen anyway. He moved like a man caught in a horrible bloody web through the shop holding onto what was left of Anselm.
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Post by Dr. Jar on May 5, 2016 23:06:13 GMT -8
Ru- "...Uhghhh..." He wasn't loving the feeling, but August looked like he might need help pulling out Anselm. "ARghh!" He tried his best to swim his way through the thick, murky air to grab a hold of whatever he thought was Anselm. He wasn't even sure he could see anymore in here. He began to pull backwards, towards the direction August was going. He admitted he felt more like a wild animal pulling prey into its den than a man helping his friend. He summoned all of his strength.
SPIRIT OF THE WOLF help me drag this poor soul with Auggie before I look even more goth tonight.... "UGGGGGGG!!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 5, 2016 23:09:42 GMT -8
((bloodbeaster will take the scene from here, shortly after that we will pencils down for the night))
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on May 5, 2016 23:12:15 GMT -8
The room became extremely dark and blurry with blood as Ru entered the office. He steeled his will as best he could, but as his powers were wrested from him, he felt weak and slow. August was just barely getting Anselm out the backdoor, red tears streaming down his face. Ru found Anselm's arm laying next to the water cooler, along with his leather jacket.
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Post by Dr. Jar on May 5, 2016 23:21:11 GMT -8
Ru- Ru used all of his strength to grab the arm, and pull it out with his jacket to the back door... "Ugh..."
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Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
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Post by DKender on May 7, 2016 18:30:23 GMT -8
Outside, Babette tied her handkerchief package tightly and ran to Tristan. He seemed disoriented. If he'd been a human, she would have told him to stay still and wait for paramedics, just in case his spine was injured. With his accelerated healing, she was more worried about his hunger. For that, the paramedic idea might still work. Kind of like ordering delivery.
Babette- "Hello, hello. Tristan, can you stand? Take my hand." "Hello, hello. Tristan, can you stand? Take my hand."She proffered said hand.
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