BriiAngelic
*Willingly Participates in Self Sabotoge*
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Aedzal ( Colorless Spectrum ) Ayana ( Jet ) Valentine ( Arcanist ) Lorrin ( Pik ) Gwen ( Sarahspn ) Celestine, Amalia ( Anne Boolean ) Obsidian, Kuma ( Lost Echo )
~ Above Ground ~
Inspire the Liars || Roland's CS File
He took the outer layer of his dress and tore it creating something to tie up the carcasses of the things in. He… they had to be of some use. He’d never seen them before, and if they were going to show up again he wanted to be ready. He tied them into the cloth completely covering them from view.
He heard Aedzal, the woman that saved him, heaving. Oh of course she would. Even if the smell of decomposition hadn’t started yet he couldn’t imagine death was a sight anyone wanted to see. He walked over to her placing the makeshift bag down far enough away to not gross her out.
“Miss Aedzal? Are you okay? We have to go now, it’d be a problem if there was another earthquake right now.”
He asked her as he approached her and Valentine. He would wait for them too. He saw Helena look back biting at her lower lip and he nodded to her. He was okay now… He had to be. Helena seemed to accept it for the moment but he was sure that she wouldn’t let him be long. With a quick snag of his bag he took up with the rear of the group. He looked back just a second at Freya, he could see where it would make her vomit. He felt tears welling up in his eyes as he turned back to the rope.
He looked at the empty streets with confusion.
“Wha- where did… Where is everyone….”
He looked back at the others as if doing a headcount. Kuma, Mom, Lorrin, Obsidian, Aedzal, Amalia, Gwen, Ayana, Celestine, the uh swordsperson. They were missing a lot of people, and so was the town. There was no guarantee that they’d find them if any of them ran into what they did.
“Why is the church fine?”
~ Above Ground ~
Dispossession [Music Box] || Helena's CS File
This town sucked ass.
She was ready to leave. She’d nearly lost Roland, Kuma tried to be a martyr, Freya died and nothing was changing that. At least they’d been reunited with a portion of their Caravan. She heard the heaving behind her of Aedzal and knew this must be the woman’s first time staring death in the face.
Lorrin seemed to beckon them to leave and she nodded. There was nothing for them here, the best they could do was aim for a headcount and flee with as little losses as they could. She kept her eyes on Gwen as the woman went ahead. She was clearly limping but this dreary place was not where one would wish to be treated. She followed close behind the woman after locking eyes with Roland, he’d be safe she was sure. He was only helping Aedzal and Valentine.
She looked upon the streets. Empty. Twilight. Eerie. When they had descended they’d left a wave of people that had nearly tried to drag them into the church. She’d left her once good friend now turned into some sleazy shadow to run away from the clear danger. The church that had not a single mark.
Just what was in there?
The thing that drove masses of the touched in the head to it. She had a flash of a memory of hushed whispers in the pews. Of Sister Knightley looking terrified. The stone-cold Matron never seemed phased, yet the terror of that one day still held her memory even now. Even with having grown up in a church, she’d never really cared for them, and she certainly didn’t wish to embark to it now.
Yet as Gwen looked her eyes followed. Were the others headed there? She barely remembered who went where. She watched as Gwen continued forwards. Taking a stride behind her ready should the woman collapse.
"We should regroup with any in the lodge. Gather our things from the lodge, grab the horses, and split. One group should leave town immediately, some are too injured or drained to afford another fight. Another should look in town for the others, but even then we shouldn't dally long. This town is nothing but dangerous."