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Colin nodded. He figured he would die eventually. He'd been left out too long without anyone except this man giving a flying ******** whether he lived or not. a certain soldier hadn't pistol whipped the only white mage into oblivion, he could have survived.

Then again, if that same soldier hadn't decided to release a volley of bullets on him, he would have lived, too.

Colin nodded at the offer of beer, his throat was too dry to do much else. The pain in his body was starting to recede. Either that, or he was going numb. He didn't care anymore. s**t hit the fan when they got parachuted in, and wasn't getting much better.

Colin would nod in gratitude at James's attempt at patching him up. He felt like he'd be gone soon. He'd just need to try to hold onto consciousness, he needed to stay awake until that ******** White Mage prat woke up.

Lifting the beer up to his mouth, he'd take a swig.

It burned on the way down, which was a good sign.

Another swig, and he'd continue looking at the roof of the damned Water Plant.

How much longer?

[[And now AFK until sometime tomorrow]]

Now

He was leaned up against some nondescript wall, holding his right hand against the side of his head.

The headache had gotten increasingly worse... as if he was supposed to be remembering something...or someone... but he just couldn't for the life of him, have it come to him.

Like trying to s**t out a huge turd and unable to do so with all your power.

All that was rambling about in his mind was the name of the city, the term GodKing, and the faint images of him facing off against a huge swordsman in the sewers...

He didn't know who this figure was, nor did he see anyone like that in the group he was with now...but he knew, with every fiber of his being...that this giant was his enemy.

And enemy of Frostchild... an opponent that only the GodKing himself could do away with.

For now, however, he was nursing his light wounds...as however Godly his power might be, he was still of mortal flesh and blood...which in of itself had been a painful awareness for him, once the adrenaline rush he had been feeding off of, wore off (thanks to the escaped tribute).

The Masked figure had assured him that they were going to find the people responsible for Frostchild's current state, calling him repeatedly by the name of 'Vahn' and 'Fah'...so he followed.

After all...he had dispatched the traitorous, limping monkey son a b***h tribute that had been offered to him in the temple, and then decided to make a run for it with broken legs (further insulting the GodKing of course).

((Note: Bleu just disappeared into super stealthy mode and was with Laz the whole time he just didn't want to do anything or say anything))

The sounds of heavy sobbing greeted him when he entered the room. Eileen was where James had left her, ziptied to the chair, doubled over as far as she could go, tears falling freely. She'd been crying long enough and hard enough that hiccups had set in, and combined with the occasional sniffle and cough, all she needed was a violin to look the very embodiment of misery.

+++The bloodied Cyberpunk would merely stand off to the side. He was bored with the fights that had happened. Personally, he wanted to go ZOMBEH JOUSTING again. Though, it seemed like everyone was busy. Thus, he stood. Blood dripping from small wounds that hadn't completely clotted up yet. He was in pain, but he wasn't letting it show. He also still had the metal claw in his hand.

Don't you know who I am? The Stone King had paused in His rampage and turned about to bear witness unto the results of His own destructive stampede. He imagined by now the sewers would be just about flooded with water from the broken main lines, and He was pleased.

Yeah, you know who I am. With that stone and steel would begin to melt, crumble or fall away where it was appropriate, the dirt and earthen moss slipping from the King's body like layers of flesh peeling off. The machine would shatter to thus reveal the man that lay inside it: Shouyin. Silvery grey hair was tarnished from the dust and rock that he'd been covered in for the longest while, his winter jacket was torn up in a few places and his rough skin was covered with small cuts and abrasions from where he'd missed the jump on forming a stone skin.

He looked like a mess - and his attitude fit - but at least the squad was doing well!

Gaby also sat in silence, glad to be able to sit up without an unbelieveble amount of pain. Truth be told, with everything that had already happenned, she had forgotten all about Vahn, and had not even looked at him.
She did, however, notice Shouyin. She might have ordinarily been afraid. she didn't know. But after having such a close brush with death, fighting a guy like that might not be as difficult.