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Too Early for This - Moses-Joel - 11-08-2018 She'd fallen. Why had she fallen? Did he not know his strength? Was he overbearing in his actions? Whatever the reason was, she fell, and he felt horrible. Nothing but instinct had taken the man over at that point. Without even thinking, he scooped her up in his arms and charged forward. Never looking back at the tower. One moment, they were fine, the next, in certain line of death. Moses-Joel Perfetti would not be foolish. Not again. He made that mistake by lingering once. He would not make it again. Eventually, they were far from the base of the tower, as far as his legs could carry. They slowed from a run, to a heavy jog, to a quivering walk, to a wobbling standstill. His whole body shook, every fiber of his being tingling with utter terror. There had been few times he'd experienced a cold sweat, and now it manifested once more. Strands of loose hair clung to his wet face, and his chest and shoulders heaved with all the surging recoil of what just occurred. Eventually, his knees buckled in his reeling shock, and his thighs fell onto his calves. He still held her, still kept her close to himself. But all the feeling in his legs were gone; he couldn't move anymore. His mouth grew dry and a lump formed in his throat as he tried to communicate, to get past his shock once more. "Are you alright...?" he asked. His words were barely audible. RE: Too Early for This - Mimora - 11-08-2018
RE: Too Early for This - Moses-Joel - 11-08-2018 It wasn't long before the red-headed girl was squirming to release herself from his grasp. His hands loosed and his arms grew limp, and he allowed At her response and additional comment, his gaze traveled back up to meet hers. His heavy breathing devolved into a ragged chuckle, a hint of surprise enveloping his features. His eyebrows knotted up and a gaping smirk made it's way onto his face. What a statement. "I look awful," he repeated. His chuckle quickly dove into a strenuous sigh, and he leaned forward to brace his hands on the ground. He felt awful, if anything. He heard the dripping of liquid and he looked up once more. She was pouring water into the cup she used from her Bloodbag days. And then she offered it to him. My, what a memory flooded back to him. This was the exact same... everything; the night he awoke from his Bloodfiend conversion. How uncomfortable and odd it was, how foreign everything was to him. And he collapsed to this position, much like the one he was in now. But she had stepped forward then just like today, offering him the cup in all the same fashion. Deja vu hit him like a wave when he received it, a grateful nod sent her way. But he couldn't drink it just yet. Instead, his other hand came to rest underneath it at the stem, and he stopped to ponder everything that was happening. Despite his thoughtful state, he remembered his manners. "Thank you," he said. "You're very kind." When he'd processed long enough, he took a sip of that sweet, cold water, its crisp freshness sitting him a little straighter. But he didn't wish to leave her in silence either, so he invited her to sit next to him. "What do you make of all this, Mimora? Does any of it strike clarity in you, have explanation?" If she had an answer it would be a miracle. "I don't understand any of this at all..." RE: Too Early for This - Mimora - 11-08-2018
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RE: Too Early for This - Moses-Joel - 11-14-2018 He made sure to be thoughtful in his dealings this time, being careful to only support her rise to a standing position. My, was she petite, so little in stature compared to him. And he thought himself small, a dwarf compared to the lanky counterparts of his gender. But to every man and woman alike, their frames were only due to genetics and had their own strengths and weaknesses. He was sure there was many a thing At her inquiry, he heard another snap of lightning, and his head whipped back to the scene unfolding behind them. They were running, and he saw blood. Too much blood. A fear welled up inside of him, what they were suffering from. His haste hiked up considerably and a hand found the woman's shoulder once more. He turned back to the Magic Original then. [say]"Let us get back to the remaining. Away from the spire. I spot injuries on them and they're going to need all the help they can get. The medics need to be informed immediately."[/say] His gaze sharply turned back to the fleeing group. If they could do anything for them now, it would be to prepare the people for their unsightly return. RE: Too Early for This - Mimora - 11-14-2018 Mimora watched MJ look towards the fight, and his face get pale. she didn't need him to tell her that direction was a no after that, but he did anyway. he mentioned going back to the main group to help the others get the healing they needed. She nodded at his decision, considering it wise. [say]"They may need the water from my ring to help clean the wounds,"[/say] she told the larger man as she held the hand with the ring up. It only had about three more glassfuls left for the day, but with her ability to pull water out of things, they just might be able to get by. |