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He listened to her intently, eyes troubled, expression grim. Thoughts tumbled rampantly through his head. Everything that she said pulled at him, drew him in the most primal of ways. He wanted everything she promised more than he could put words to - and though he did not know her name, he felt that she actually understood what he wanted. What he needed. Herryk felt strangely connected, and it felt... surreal. Everything she spoke was the truth. He could find no fault in what she said.

Feeling complete? Yes. Ever since the trance, he'd felt shattered and disjointed, pulled apart in a hundred million different ways. He'd tried bandaging himself together again - prom, radio club, fright night. Nothing worked. For a time, perhaps, things had felt manageable. Soon enough that feeling of security would fade, and he was left once more feeling splintered and feeble.

Never abandoned? He thought about that for a split second. There were times he felt abandoned by those who had cared most about him. Was it his fault for not reaching out? Absolutely, yes. But... perhaps those who cared could have done something for him. Perhaps they could have taken the initiative before things had turned to blackness, beyond his control. The spiral had been never-ending, but perhaps there could have been a time...

A fresh start? He wanted it more than he could put words to. His existence from the start had been fueled by experiences and wonder, and he'd found joy in these things. Friends, poofs. Everything had been new and fresh to him. Love, as well. She had been...

"Wa--" his voice broke, and he cleared his throat and tried again, "Wait."

She was leaving. He had to make a choice, here and now. Go with her, or return to the life that he'd come to hate. The endless cycle of pain, destruction, exhaustion, hate. Over and over again, days filled with a mixture of self-loathing and rage.

"Please. A fresh start, yes? Please. Take Herryk."

He'd earned this. He deserved this new beginning, no matter what it entailed.

(( Entering! ))

Jake was lucky his supporter was both in good health, light on her feet, and feeding off all the pent up nervous energy she had been building up - they made it to the base in almost record time. anything to get away from the smell of blood and the sound of screams.

Normally she would have hummed to herself some classic Disney song to keep her nerves in check, but her breath was used instead to haul a** to one of the beds where she gingerly helped the guy sit down. "Ah . . ." Adrenaline was what was keeping Stormy on her feet at this point, so with a somewhat frantic pace she went about gathering different materials to help bandage him up.

No time for sleep, even though those beds looked so comfy . . .

"Close, huh." She began to unravel a runic bandage to wrap around his most injured area. Nothing was said about the strange confrontation going on with . . . Wait what. Were those Halloweeners? What was the Death Hunter doing . . . ? She didn't think they could interfere, but her eyes kept straying.

Specifically to the large dark one. The one with all those dangerous looking muscles.

Shhhhh better one person's blood than a whole lot of bodies' worth.

Away from the battle, she was able to fall back a little more into her usual sleepy humor, and that meant she took his brusque attitude with quiet nonchalance; she'd be annoyed too if she were in that much pain. As he addressed the leader, she merely continued to attend to him as if nothing were happening, like they had just taken a nasty tumble after a mile or jogging or something. Heavy panting, racing heart, sweaty fingers, calm movements.

Just . . . calm.

Thane made a derisive noise in her head.

Though Stormy too was curious about the Hunter's deal with those two 'Weenies, in comparison to what they had just came from she didn't feel fear. Just a numbness in her extremities and the vestiges of adrenaline still pumping through her.

Thane was summoned and stuck in the ground behind her, standing almost as tall as his Hunter - just in case the barriers needed defending too.

And then back to bandaging. She stood up after a while. "These look okay . . .?"

No, no no nonono the hunters were returning and nobody was left to fight and her hiding place only hide her from one direction and she was screwed. Freya curled up into a ball again, a soft whispered hum escaping her as she started to slip away from reality. She rocked back and forth. If anyone wondered how much of a threat she was.. it would be clear the answer was none.

((Medi has permission to auto freya if needed at any time! *writing this while on the bus to magic kingdom lmaaaooo))

Stormy's response only earned a grumble. As the runic bandages began to hum and glow, Jake could already feel his strength returning, and with that, his irritable attitude.

More like tossed around like a piece of meat. He had only managed to get in one good attack before he was assaulted on all sides. Damn, he needed to get stronger. At this rate, he was only a hindrance to the other hunters.

His gaze followed Stormy's, and when it fell on the figure hunched up by a few barrels, he stiffened.
Another one? Where the hell were these creatures coming from?

Normally, he was all for attacking them, but well, this one just looked pitiful. What the hell was it doing there anyways? Was it lost?
Whatever. One lone creature wasn't worth his time.

"Attack it if you want. I'm not interested." he muttered, waving his hand. If anything, he'd much rather fight that big black one.

((lol phone tag))

Herryk did not shy away from the two Hunters that had approached, insured watching them with a keen interest. They were soon dismissed as Herryk turned his attention once more to the hunter he had connected with. She understood him where these others obviously did not.

He caught the thing that she threw at him, turning it over in his hands before glancing up at the female once more. He turned when she glanced behind him, and it was then that he saw Freya. His expression hardened marginally, and he made no move to approach her. In fact, the sight of her seemed to urge Herryk forward.

It was his choice. Never abandoned. Never forgotten.

He took the steps that would give him the clean slate he so desperately wanted.