«We Could Be Legends»

[FrankieDoodle]

"No, really though, you have a hole in your stomach. If that Alan is going to breach, well a lot of security precautions bringing you here, you should at least let someone heal you? Like Roberto? He's not a pretty female like me."
A large Hispanic man with sideburns and a goatee in a white coat waved.

"Are you saying I don't want to be healed because you're a woman? Because that's what I'm hearing." Toby asked, offended that she thought that. He glanced between Della and Roberto. "If you really want me to get my injury fixed, give me a needle and thread and I can stitch it together myself." He said stubbornly. Why must I be so stupid? They can help me.
Well, instead of saying how stupid you are, why don't you let them heal you?
I refuse to give in so easily.
Dude, you're acting like they're about to torture information out of you. Also, you're being extremely stubborn.

 

[Amer]

"Considering my options and the Yelp reviews, I'm staying right here," Bleddyn snapped, head retreating farther down into her t-shirt's neckline.
Something dribbled onto her lip and she instinctively let her tongue out to dispose of the contaminant. The familiar tang screaming bitter metal had her tongue curling as she drew it back into her mouth. What now. Even the rhetorical mental question was wry.

"Unfortunately I'm a volunteer and can't force you like a regular doctor," Della said. "I suppose you've never been healed before. If you had, you would jump at the opportunity."

 

[Rose Quartz]

"It's hard to say exactly" He said avoiding the question again. Tom's face turned grey. "W-what?" He stammered, his eyes grew big and worried as the information sank in.

"What happ...? I mean," he shook his head "Uhh, y'see... y-you kids'll die if you get mixed up in this. You should leave it to the adults to take care of." He shook his head again crumpling the paper up and throwing it in the garbage. "Ain't no good can come of you meddling in this." He started mumbling to himself frowning "It's not like it's any of their business. That's how a person gets themselves hurt.... Helping...." Tom looked up at Jessi, tears standing in his eyes and said more clearly, "You, you all should just go home and, and be glad that the multitude is here now. They weren't here back then... lots of bad stuff happened then. But don't you worry! You can go home and be happy that you and your families are safe. Everything will be just fine!" The tone in his voice made it sound more like he was trying to convince him self of that then that he actually believed it. "It's not like it was back then." he muttered nodding and he turned away from them making himself busy sorting through papers that looked like they were already organized.

"I'm sorry. Were you guys close?" She asked, her voice soft and sympathetic. She pulled out the paper from the trash, and flattened it out the best she could. "We-I- Won't sit by and do nothing while people get hurt. Please, sir, I want to help. Can you tell us about the key?"

"Please? We really need to know. We're trying to help a-" Brisa forged ahead with the word- "friend." And what could he mean by "back then"? Could this maybe have something to do with our parents?

Tomas was quite, shuffling the papers with his back to them, hiding the tears that dripped down his old wrinkled cheeks. "She, saved me once. Did me a solid. So I did one back. Didn't know it would end like this though." He nodded sadly to himself. "Helping always hurts." Tom sighed and wiped his cheeks with his sleeve, and turned back around to face the crowd of teens. "I have a key for you!" he announced oddly cheerful despite the somber mood. A wry smile briefly touching his lips. Then muttering something about an inside joke, he pulled a small white envelope out from under the counter.

"Silver had me make this for her. She wanted it to be secure. She said she had to keep it away from the Pure or the world would end." He squinted at them suspiciously, "You're not working for the Pure right?"

 

[RiverStorm]

Wolfram suddenly turned away from the nurse to face her, his good hand holding firm pressure to his wound."Look, Bleddyn."He growled, narrowing his eyes."I've been trying to be nice to you, but you're making it difficult! And I give a frick about your opinions, so don't say that."He paused, struggling to his feet."I've saved your life, I've tried to be nice, and all I get is this. I don't know you that well, so you certainly make a good first impression!"He snarled the last part sarcastically, rolling his eyes. The nurse came up to him, attempting to calm him down, slowly leading him into another room.

Lachlan, having stayed quiet during Wolfram and Bleddyn's snarky argument, followed them silently, ears and eyes open for the slightest suspicious thing.

"Unfortunately I'm a volunteer and can't force you like a regular doctor," Della said. "I suppose you've never been healed before. If you had, you would jump at the opportunity."

"Leave him be, lady." Lachlan snarled quietly over his shoulder.

 

[RiverStorm]

"Unfortunately I'm a volunteer and can't force you like a regular doctor," Della said. "I suppose you've never been healed before. If you had, you would jump at the opportunity."

A dark haired woman with wolf ears, tail, and a rather bloody nose stalked forward and stopped mere feet from Della. "Look, you got a leader? I'm speaking with them." River spat, wiping blood off her forehead with her sleeve.

 

[Amer]

Lachlan, having stayed quiet during Wolfram and Bleddyn's snarky argument, followed them silently, ears and eyes open for the slightest suspicious thing.

"Leave him be, lady." Lachlan snarled quietly over his shoulder.

Della rolled her pretty brown eyes (because there are like no brown eyed characters) and walked back down the hall.
The whole time she had been expressing the best of southern charm. "Alright honey, none of my beeswax anyways." Pretty soon, bees were probably gonna fly around her head, from all the bee references I've been making lately.

 

[HeavensHens88]

"Are you saying I don't want to be healed because you're a woman? Because that's what I'm hearing." Toby asked, offended that she thought that. He glanced between Della and Roberto. "If you really want me to get my injury fixed, give me a needle and thread and I can stitch it together myself." He said stubbornly. Why must I be so stupid? They can help me.
Well, instead of saying how stupid you are, why don't you let them heal you?
I refuse to give in so easily.
Dude, you're acting like they're about to torture information out of you. Also, you're being extremely stubborn.

"Unfortunately I'm a volunteer and can't force you like a regular doctor," Della said. "I suppose you've never been healed before. If you had, you would jump at the opportunity."

"I've had plenty of experiences with regular doctors, and all I can say is that it's a relief that you're not one or one of us would be walking away from this room with a black eye and it wouldn't be me because my eyes are already black enough as it is."
After that threatening stream of nonsensical rambling, Bleddyn unfurled herself like a newborn leaf and stood up to her full height, still completely supported by the wall. "I'm here with my friends by choice and I'm hoping we can leave by the same choice if necessary."

 

[Amer]

A dark haired woman with wolf ears, tail, and a rather bloody nose stalked forward and stopped mere feet from Della. "Look, you got a leader? I'm speaking with them." She spat, wiping blood off her forehead with her sleeve.

Della buried her face in her hands. "Please don't," she muttered. "I don't want that."
Roberto walked over quietly, seeming to suck all the air out of the room, for he had been silent the whole time, and everyone wondered what he would say if he spoke.

 

[RiverStorm]

Della buried her face in her hands. "Please don't," she muttered. "I don't want that."
Roberto walked over quietly, seeming to suck all the air out of the room, for he had been silent the whole time, and everyone wondered what he would say if he spoke.

"Look, my son was just kidnapped, I was knocked senseless, I just went into a Pure base with an untrustworthy Enchanter, fought Pure soldiers, I don't care. I'm speaking to your leader, with or without your help to their direction, I need answers." River hissed, ignoring the male who had stalked over to them. She had already assessed him, he was no threat to her. He would probably scream over even barely scratching her, being a Healer and all. They hated drawing blood.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Della buried her face in her hands. "Please don't," she muttered. "I don't want that."
Roberto walked over quietly, seeming to suck all the air out of the room, for he had been silent the whole time, and everyone wondered what he would say if he spoke.

Fritz came forward from where he'd been loitering by the door, waiting for an opportune time to interject without being beheaded by one of his prickly friends. "Uh, could I maybe see a healer?" he hurriedly broke in, hoping that they wouldn't be kicked out because of certain people's stupid sense of resistance before any of them actually came to their senses. Maybe they'll consent when they see I go through it all and come out okay. "I know I'm not hurt like the rest of us...but...I think my shoulder's dislocated..."