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CHANCE - BEACH - LIGHTHOUSE??

It was definitely slow going. No one was particularly strong in terms of ability right now, and every step was achingly hard, especially with the weight of Maebe pressed heavily against them.

But one step at a time was still a step, regardless of how many it took.

[ Courtyard ]

Had Quinn voiced his suspicion, Mimsy would gladly have volunteered the confirmation that it was true.

There were other topics to attend to, however, which had actually been voiced. She watched him briefly in silence, observing his motions and expressions, and seemed to be assessing and calculating something before determining that it was safe to proceed with her response.

"Destruction." A resolute confidence radiated within her words. "In a more literal than figurative sense. It is a product of Morgana's Legacy. Red. The Heart. Destruction is indiscriminate. She may favor those who favor her, but there is no certainty that she will not favor your enemy more. I do not know what she gains from causing this. Power, perhaps. A destructive nature must be fed to remain destructive."

She tried not to dwell on that last bit. It didn't work.



HP: 15
Virus: Cured

OTTO - LIGHTHOUSE

As soon as they were inside the tall stone lighthouse, Otto dropped his luggage of hunter bodies against a wall. His bones and arms, everything was in searing pain from the strain of carrying their weight. Chance and Maebe... would they be okay?

"Sorry.." He murmured in an exhausted tone for having dropped them too suddenly. His strength was waned to a breaking point. It felt like his arms would fall off from the burn.

He collapsed to his knees, his hands on the cold ground as he struggled to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry... about everything..." He'd wanted to leave them there, to keep them safe, while he hashed out s plan to help the island. But... he couldn't stand, let alone think.

[ BEACH ]

She panted more frequently, it seemed to be her lucky day that no one stopped her, everyone was too busy for their own businesses. It was truly human nature, people only cared what they care most, so did she. She didn't have strong feelings about the others to make her stay, it was - her wrist was hung by a rope called promise and below her was what she wanted mostly, a death. Being affected by the virus, she was aggressively cut the rope. The Rope left a pink mark around her wrist, it gave her pains because she had to support her own weight by her wrist. It hurts too much. Normally, she would try climbing up along the rope, even no one was waiting her on top. Looking down, she might see her sisters waving at her.

Her body began to shake, and she felt cold from the blood loss. Was it scary? No. It wasn't. It was much better to feel someone above you cuddling you slowly lost their lives, body rigid and colder. You asked but they didn't respond, no longer. It was the worst fear at all......

She got angrier recalling those memories she locked up, and became more aggressive. She won't attack anyone, she didn't hate anyone and the strongest feel she had was towards herself.

[ Bradley ]

BANG.

There was a giant sound behind him and then suddenly pain tore through his consciousness. It cleared out his whole desire for destruction and pain and blood, and only left a resounding hole in his mind. His right arm went limp at his side, and he felt warm liquid - his own blood - run down his arm in rivers. His vision flickered, being taken over by pain and agony and he swayed from his perch atop Stormy. The young woman pushed him over as his vision faded to black.

He somehow ended up on the ground, on his broken and bloody shoulder. His mind went blank with pain.

Some time later, as Stormy clawed for Gale's face, he woke up in agony. Bradley rolled off his broken (and gutted) shoulder and howled in pain. He hurt. His entire body ached. His shoulder throbbed and he couldn't feel his right arm at all. All that was left was a bloody mess, all shrapnel and fabric. He used his other arm to push himself up into a sitting position, but that left his arm behind him. s**t shitshitshitshitshitshit... How would he ever wield Yzia after this? Would he ever wield Yzia after this? He still couldn't contact her, hear her, or anything.

Bradley pulled hte belts around his waist off and attempted to bind his right arm to his side with his left hand. It was sloppy work, but at least the arm wouldn't flop about now. The only saving grace was that Gale's gun hadn't completely destroyed his shoulder joint itself. All the muscle and tendons were gone, and a good chunk of the collarbone (from what he could see) but the joint itself was mostly intact.

[ Status: CURED ]
[ HP: 10/10 ]

A man took the blows with stride, laughing instead of snarling, reveling in the bloody dance they were entangled in. This was what rivalry was, this was competition. A man enjoyed this too much, a man lashed out with sharp fingers at supple throat skin.

The victory was to be his; a man did not so easily fall. Not like this, not in the grandiose performance.

He would savor this meal most of all.


HP: 17
DMG: 11
Target: Leslie
Status: Red Eye

GALE - COURTYARD

His shot had done the trick; the man fell away, and Gale desummoned Jinhai in a rush of white light. He tried to get to Stormy before she got to him, Gale thrusting a hand into his pocket and dragging out something small and glowing - but her fingers scratched at his face, clawing at the eyepatch, and he staggered and fell, dragging her with him.

"Bloody - hell - " he got out through gritted teeth. A heavy weakness was spreading over him, pain and dizziness settling into his bones, but Gale's eyes were still filled with determination.

He fumbled with the cap to the vial, got it off, and, with one last thrust of his arm, stabbed the injection into Stormy's neck and pressed down on the plunger, a neon green liquid flooding through the little vial.