«We Could Be Legends»

[Cluckcluck1215]

Bleddyn glared belittlingly at him, glad to finally be the stable superior here. He didn't deserve her pity after those pathetic moves, no matter the show of pain he put on.
But that didn't mean she wasn't going to abide by common fight etiquette. "If I help you up, are you going to dent my nose in?"

"Why should you help me?"Wolfram whispered, hiding his face."After what I've done? Attacked so many people? Why would you still want to help me?"He sat up, his eyes holding agony and confuesion. Why would anyone want to help someone like him.

 

[HoodedHuntress]

Brisa gasped, "Oh goodness! Ouch..." she winced. WHY aren't my powers stronger? I could do so much more.

Yris sympathized with her, she knew how that had felt when she couldn't bring her claws out fully. She eyed the fight, which seemed to be dwindling down. She asked quickly, ready to act, "What should we do?" (gtg, maybe they just go to the coffee place if the others go on, we can do a timeskip when i get back?)

 

[RiverStorm]

Bleddyn offered a nod after Lachlan, neither apologetic or offensive. He'd gotten in the way, received the unavoidable blows, and in turn had gotten her back fair. They were contently even now.
She barely flinched when Gage put a restraining hand on her shoulder. "Of course, do whatever you need to," she muttered in complete acceptance of her rightful fate. It's not as if her parents getting a call about her voluntary participation in a scuffle was anything out of the ordinary.



Caught completely unawares, Bleddyn was thrown out from beneath Gage's mollifying grasp. She pulled her knees up to her chest as the feral boy came at her from above. When she could, she violently thrust her knees upward. She waited until she heard his gasp as the impact robbed his lungs of their air, and then rolled to the left. She was back on her feet in an instant, slamming a shoeless foot down onto his stomach.
At this point, she didn't care that was a coward's move that inflicted next to zero damage; he'd gone even lower with his delayed attack, and right as they'd been detained by the manager. I can only hold him down so long...if at all...
"Alright, when it's over, it's over, buddy," she snapped, breath hissing out between words.

Lachlan returned her nod.

Camilla smirked as Bleddyn smacked him down. He had that coming. "Okay, you've seen your show, Camilla, let's at least go out of this sticking place." Camilla heard Lachlan's annoyed voice behind her, his grip still tight on her shoulder. "Fine." She said, turning and strolling out as if she didn't have a care in the world.

Lachlan let out a relieved sigh and followed her out, not quiet sure where to go right away.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Lachlan returned her nod.

Camilla smirked as Bleddyn smacked him down. He had that coming. "Okay, you've seen your show, Camilla, let's at least go out of this sticking place." Camilla heard Lachlan's annoyed voice behind her, his grip still tight on her shoulder. "Fine." She said, turning and strolling out as if she didn't have a care in the world.

Lachlan let out a relieved sigh and followed her out, not quiet sure where to go right away.

Alice spotted Camilla leaving the IHOP as she approached. Delilah stood silently a little way off from the door staring at a guy who was trying to hand her a house coat. She gave her a puzzled look but kept walking toward the door.

"Dad was looking for you." she muttered at Camilla as she brushed past.

Inside Dyn stood over a bloody guy sitting on the floor Standing next to Gage who looked both confused and anxious to get them out of there.

Alice rolled her eyes. "picking fights again Dyn?" She asked though it looked like the fight was over and had some how ended with Dyn offering the guy a hand up.

 

[Thing2]

Taylor had come beside her, about to leave, and then turned around, wincing."Oooh, poor kitty boy."She murmured.

"Yeah," Brisa agreed, glancing up at the red-head. "I want to help him." She blinked, surprised that she had said that.

Yris sympathized with her, she knew how that had felt when she couldn't bring her claws out fully. She eyed the fight, which seemed to be dwindling down. She asked quickly, ready to act, "What should we do?" (gtg, maybe they just go to the coffee place if the others go on, we can do a timeskip when i get back?)

(Sure. Maybe they just stay here so we can keep role-playing with the group?)

 

[HoodedHuntress]

"Yeah," Brisa agreed, glancing up at the red-head. "I want to help him." She blinked, surprised that she had said that.

(Sure. Maybe they just stay here so we can keep role-playing with the group?)

(I have an idea actually...)
Yris suggested "What if we offer to take him with us to the coffee place? We can help him emotionally, and there should be no more fighting." She turned to see what sh thought of the plan.

 

[RiverStorm]

Alice spotted Camilla leaving the IHOP as she approached. Delilah stood silently a little way off from the door staring at a guy who was trying to hand her a house coat. She gave her a puzzled look but kept walking toward the door.

"Dad was looking for you." she muttered at Camilla as she brushed past.

Inside Dyn stood over a bloody guy sitting on the floor Standing next to Gage who looked both confused and anxious to get them out of there.

Alice rolled her eyes. "picking fights again Dyn?" She asked though it looked like the fight was over and had some how ended with Dyn offering the guy a hand up.

"You missed an awesome fight."
"Not awesome."
"I meant terrible in an awesome way."
Lachlan rolled his eyes. "Yeah, he did. Long story short, he came in yelling at people, got in a fight with Delilah, she left after Bleddyn started egging it on, and Bleddyn started fighting him. It's been going on for over an hour."

 

[Thing2]

(I have an idea actually...)
Yris suggested "What if we offer to take him with us to the coffee place? We can help him emotionally, and there should be no more fighting." She turned to see what she thought of the plan.

Brisa smiled, "That sounds great!" She shyly headed towards Wolfram, hoping he'd accept.

 

[HeavensHens88]

"Why should you help me?"Wolfram whispered, hiding his face."After what I've done? Attacked so many people? Why would you still want to help me?"He sat up, his eyes holding agony and confuesion. Why would anyone want to help someone like him.

Bleddyn rolled her eyes and pulled him up, then backed away as if she'd never touched him willingly in the first place. "Dude, you technically didn't start anything. Sure, you were being quite the verbal terdbag, but Delilah threw the first punches. Plus it seems like you were going through a ton of crap to start with...not that it made this exclusively excusable for you."
Her casual glare narrowed in sudden, scorching disfavor. "And then you started fighting dirty, which obligated me to step in and set you straight." She then stepped back again and took up a cursory lean against some table, arms tightly folded. She had to make it clear to this character that she wasn't granting him anything. At all.
"Don't you dare think that we're all good now."

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

Wolfram snarled, and then a shocking wave of pain flooded over him. The Bleddithly whatever her name had punched him in the stomach. And hard, to. He leaned over, groaning in pain. He looked up at her, ignoring everyone else."Wanna play it that way, then?"He hissed softly. Ignoring Gage, He shot upright, pain forgotten for a heartbeat. He kicked to the ground, hard. He punched her in the face, his eyes, flaring with anger.

"Cut it out, it's over..." Lachlan called, and rolled his eyes as Camilla swirled around. "Cam, no..."

Camilla stalked towards the cat boy. "You need to stop, kitty. I believe Gage was talking to you. Maybe you should start caring about what people are saying to you."

Lachlan grabbed her shoulder and tugged her back. "Time to go, okay? You can punch him later."

Bleddyn offered a nod after Lachlan, neither apologetic or offensive. He'd gotten in the way, received the unavoidable blows, and in turn had gotten her back fair. They were contently even now.
She barely flinched when Gage put a restraining hand on her shoulder. "Of course, do whatever you need to," she muttered in complete acceptance of her rightful fate. It's not as if her parents getting a call about her voluntary participation in a scuffle was anything out of the ordinary.



Caught completely unawares, Bleddyn was thrown out from beneath Gage's mollifying grasp. She pulled her knees up to her chest as the feral boy came at her from above. When she could, she violently thrust her knees upward. She waited until she heard his gasp as the impact robbed his lungs of their air, and then rolled to the left. She was back on her feet in an instant, slamming a shoeless foot down onto his stomach.
At this point, she didn't care that was a coward's move that inflicted next to zero damage; he'd gone even lower with his delayed attack, and right as they'd been detained by the manager. I can only hold him down so long...if at all...
"Alright, when it's over, it's over, buddy," she snapped, breath hissing out between words.

A little too late, Gage grabbed Bleddyn's elbows and locked them behind her back with one arm, holding her still with the other. At once, he dragged her back, setting her in a booth a couple feet away. "You stay there until I get your parents to take you home."
He turned to Wolfram, the kid's eyes were wide, but angry. Cat's eyes. Why did he have to be a cat? He thought, a little uneasy. "Where are your parents?"

"Are you okay? It looked like you got beaten up a lot. I can see if the pancake house has ice." He offered quietly.

"I deserved it." I mumbled, starting to walk away, "Thank -hic- thank you, though. Dad's in there, and he'll kill me as soon as he gets his hands on me. Might as well delay that as long as -hic- as long as possible." I was starting to cry, now, though no one would have noticed. I didn't mean to hurt the kid, and I felt like kicking myself for punching him for a reason as dumb as 'helping him let his anger out,' how stupid is that? I felt I had to make it up to him, and there was only one way I knew to do that.

Her death was bound to be in a newspaper somewhere, and, if I'm lucky, the name of the suspected murdurerer.