«We Could Be Legends»

[RiverStorm]

Wolfram frowned slightly, and hesitantly reached his hand out, putting it gently on Lachlan's shoulder."Sorry you're in pain, Lach."He murmured, his voice much gentler then it was before.

Lachlan flinched at his touch, before forcing up a pained smile. "Thanks. I'm sorry you are, too." He said gently.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Lachlan flinched at his touch, before forcing up a pained smile. "Thanks. I'm sorry you are, too." He said gently.

Wolfram shrugged, removing his hand quickly, drawing it back to his side. "I've dealt with worse, physically anyway."
He mumbled.

 

[RiverStorm]

Wolfram shrugged, removing his hand quickly, drawing it back to his side. "I've dealt with worse, physically anyway."
He mumbled.

Lachlan nodded slightly. Wait... Isn't this Indigo's car? Great, we're relying on her to take us home.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

River flicked her eyes to him, before turning and marching to him, handing him the phone. "It's your sister, she wants to talk to you. Afterwards, we'll go."

"Erm, okay?" Toby said, taking the phone. "Hello?"
"Toby? What happened? Are you okay?" Jessi asked, turning the phone off speaker and walking into the kitchen.
"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry." He responded.
"Oh really? That's not what aunt River said. She said you were shot. Is this true?" Toby turned and glared at River, like she had betrayed him. "Yeah-"
"And is it true you won't let anyone heal you?"
"Yeah…"
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH? DO YOU WANT TO DIE?!" Jessi screamed at him. Toby flinched, pulling the phone away from his ear. "I will be fine. I stitched it up."
"No, you will not be fine! You are going to die. Do you not understand that? And don't you say no one will care if you die, that's not true. Do you know how depressed Alpha would be? Or I would be? Think about Charlie, he already lost his daughter before, he wouldn't want to lose you too. Or, even though you're delusional and refuse to believe this, mom and dad. They love you, and if you care even a little bit about any of us, you will walk over to one of the nurses, and ask if they will heal you. Got it?"
Toby was silent for a few minutes, but finally spoke. "I'm sorry. I'm not going to do that. I can't."
"You can't what? Damage your ego enough to ask for help? Your ego won't be the only thing damaged if you keep up this stupid and childish behavior." Jessi growled.
"No, you don't understand. I just can't. It's nothing about asking for help, I just- ughhh." He couldn't find the words he was looking for, and that was making him really frustrated. He ran a hand through his wet hair, pulling it out of his face, something he normally did when frustrated.
"Fine. I'm sorry, I thought I could have convinced you to go yourself, but I guess I was wrong. Luckily I know someone there with you that can." Jessi said, deathly calm.
"Who?"
"Indigo Alan, the enchantress. I have her number, and I will call her."
"N-no you wouldn't. I don't believe you." He said, nervously glancing at Indigo.
"She gave us a business card with her number on it. Just wait, I'll call her right now."
"Jessi, don't, please, just don't."
"If you don't want me to call her, then go get healed. Now."
Toby sighed, and banged the back of his head into the wall a few times. He was starting to panic, he hated people making him do things. He was thinking of ways he could get out of being healed. He looked around. Maybe if I take Alpha on a walk, take forever, and by the time I get back we have to leave instantly. That could work.
"I'm waiting. Do I need to call ms. Alan, or not?" Jessi asked impatiently.
"Ok, fine, I'll do it, just don't call her, please."
"Good choice. Tell aunt Riv to text me after you've been healed. I'll talk to you later, love you bye."
"Bye." Toby growled, and handed the phone back to River. "I hate you so much right now." He said to her. He sighed, and looked around for a nurse who was not doing anything.

 

[RiverStorm]

"Erm, okay?" Toby said, taking the phone. "Hello?"
"Toby? What happened? Are you okay?" Jessi asked, turning the phone off speaker and walking into the kitchen.
"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry." He responded.
"Oh really? That's not what aunt River said. She said you were shot. Is this true?" Toby turned and glared at River, like she had betrayed him. "Yeah-"
"And is it true you won't let anyone heal you?"
"Yeah…"
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH? DO YOU WANT TO DIE?!" Jessi screamed at him. Toby flinched, pulling the phone away from his ear. "I will be fine. I stitched it up."
"No, you will not be fine! You are going to die. Do you not understand that? And don't you say no one will care if you die, that's not true. Do you know how depressed Alpha would be? Or I would be? Think about Charlie, he already lost his daughter before, he wouldn't want to lose you too. Or, even though you're delusional and refuse to believe this, mom and dad. They love you, and if you care even a little bit about any of us, you will walk over to one of the nurses, and ask if they will heal you. Got it?"
Toby was silent for a few minutes, but finally spoke. "I'm sorry. I'm not going to do that. I can't."
"You can't what? Damage your ego enough to ask for help? Your ego won't be the only thing damaged if you keep up this stupid and childish behavior." Jessi growled.
"No, you don't understand. I just can't. It's nothing about asking for help, I just- ughhh." He couldn't find the words he was looking for, and that was making him really frustrated. He ran a hand through his wet hair, pulling it out of his face, something he normally did when frustrated.
"Fine. I'm sorry, I thought I could have convinced you to go yourself, but I guess I was wrong. Luckily I know someone there with you that can." Jessi said, deathly calm.
"Who?"
"Indigo Alan, the enchantress. I have her number, and I will call her."
"N-no you wouldn't. I don't believe you." He said, nervously glancing at Indigo.
"She gave us a business card with her number on it. Just wait, I'll call her right now."
"Jessi, don't, please, just don't."
"If you don't want me to call her, then go get healed. Now."
Toby sighed, and banged the back of his head into the wall a few times. He was starting to panic, he hated people making him do things. He was thinking of ways he could get out of being healed. He looked around. Maybe if I take Alpha on a walk, take forever, and by the time I get back we have to leave instantly. That could work.
"I'm waiting. Do I need to call ms. Alan, or not?" Jessi asked impatiently.
"Ok, fine, I'll do it, just don't call her, please."
"Good choice. Tell aunt Riv to text me after you've been healed. I'll talk to you later, love you bye."
"Bye." Toby growled, and handed the phone back to River. "I hate you so much right now." He said to her. He sighed, and looked around for a nurse who was not doing anything.

"Eh, I'm not the one making you. You could just die and let your dog get depressed, let your sister miss you, hurt your mother. I'm sure you'd have a great funeral." River uttered, grabbing and pocketing her phone. "After you're healed, we're leaving this accursed place."

 

[FrankieDoodle]

"Eh, I'm not the one making you. You could just die and let your dog get depressed, let your sister miss you, hurt your mother. I'm sure you'd have a great funeral." River uttered, grabbing and pocketing her phone. "After you're healed, we're leaving this accursed place."

"Why does everyone keep thinking I'm about to die? I am not. Hurt mom? She wouldn't care, she hates me." Toby sighed, and found a nurse. He slowly followed her into the other room. Well, this is it. I'm going to be strapped to the bed until I die of bloodloss, and then they're going to sell my organs.
"Sit down on the table." The nurse said. Toby looked around the room for any kind of restraints. When he didn't find any, he slowly sat on the table. "Any chance you could not actually heal me, just pretend you did?" He asked. The nurse looked at him like he was an idiot, and lifted up his shirt. She removed the bandages, and was just about to start healing him when he squirmed away. "This isn't going to… hurt… is it?" He asked.
"Compared to a hole in your stomach, you won't feel a thing. Now stop moving." After she healed him, he jumped off the table. "Thanks." He muttered, walking out of the room with his arms crossed of his chest.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Bleddyn hurried along a completely unknown street, water angerly leaping away from the violent slamming of her unclothed feet. She estimated she was more easily drenched than the earth itself. The brutal November rains had long since numbed pretty much any feeling her skin had left to offer. The obscured sun didn't provide any hints as to how long she'd been running, but her tight lungs informed her that it hadn't been any short jaunt.
The houses here all seemed to be diluted copies of one another, way too uniform for her liking. These would've been better built in a development rather than on a public street where acceptable variation was expected. The windows were perfectly arranged on the front of each, open faces forever frozen in transparent eeriness. Household ights within didn't permeate through the gloom of all the immaculate conformity. Even the sodden lawns all appeared indentically trimmed.
She knew she'd find her way into familiarity eventually, but she was just about done traveling through this part of town.
As she skidded around the next corner, Bleddyn was relieved to find a patch of sturdy maples before her, the most welcoming beings she'd seen all morning. I could burn Wolfram with that jab. H a.
Wolfram.
She was pretty certain she'd never been more relieved to leave someone in the dust. Fighting him before their heated parting probably would've proved more satisfying, but eh. The fact that he turned weirdly obsessive on a dime was alone enough of an alarm for her to skeddadle. That thing with her scab picking had been the final shot that dropped the deer. Her mistake had been sticking around even that long.
But he was out of her life now and she was content with the mollifying distance she'd put between herself and them all.
....
Buuuuuuuut then there was the fact that River had opened her house to him...which directly translated to there was no way that Bleddyn could hold onto hope for a future completely devoid of the manic depressive cat shifter.

Muttering about infuriating polarity, Bleddyn hurled herself at the nearest trunk and caught herself with a lucky wild grab. The tendons of her left arm screamed for reprieve as she hung by that one arm, but it was still a few more agonizing moments before she secured her right hand enough on another branch to swing herself all the way up. She settled down into the crook of two vertical branches, wincing as the bark rubbed old wounds raw and ripped new ones on her bare leg.
"You can't go home, moron," her subconscious reminded her aloud in a crisp clip.
Bleddyn facepalmed and immediately regretted it. A collision of the bruises both on her forehead and her hand hadn't been too mindful.
"So I can't go home because of parental existence."
Tediously, she lifted her left leg with the effort required for moving a bar of lead and stretched it out across a nearby level branch for observation. As it was, even the most visually-impaired old person could see something was definitely amiss. For starters, no one went around with only one side of their pants intact- not even a Bleddyn type. Then there was the bandage. There was absolutely no way her parents could miss the obnoxious thing.
Without changing, she couldn't just come into contact with them.
It was Sunday, but she honestly doubted they'd gone to church without her. Though Bleddyn was the only individual in the family who didn't refrain from publicly denouncing people, it was otherwise obvious that both of her parents were frequently bored to tears by the ancient pastor. And so, the whole family evaded church services whenever possible at a regularity that should've probably had Bleddyn guilty. But God can't really expect us to sit through repetitive monotonous dissertations like that.
Actually, Mom probably would've taken advantage of her whole-36-hour-absense-stint and dragged Dad out for some decent exercise. Connor might be naturally lean, but that didn't mean he liked to be fit in Ash's terms.
Especially when the committment to fitness didn't excuse for weather like this.
Bleddyn cracked a sore grin at the image, but that didn't help her predicament. Even if both her parents were out of the house, the likelihood of her getting in unseen was far too failure-probable.
I need to get clothes somewhere else...and buying anything is not an option. Ha, last time I had a wallet with me was when I still carried my phone around religiously.
...phone.
Bleddyn anchored her legs more securely and lifted herself a couple inches off of the branch to let her hand fish her back pockets for her elusive phone. She was shocked when her hand successfully wrapped around cold glass, not at all having recalled bringing her phone along on this insane succession of mishaps.
A jagged crack across the screen viciously greeted her, but it blinked to life flawlessly when she pressed the home button. Well that's a miracle. Wasn't Toby's pretty much annihilated?
Grateful to whatever stroke of luck had preserved the device's life amidst all the impacts it'd undoubtedly suffered, she scrolled around until she found the biggest group chat she was apart of. Everyone's icons lay dormant at the bottom of the screen, but hopefully there was at least one other intact phone among them all.
"Can I steal someone's pants?" The delivered message blithely popped up below the previous dead conversation, its disturbing phraseology only now registering- but right now, she couldn't care less.
Her fussing hands suddenly reminded her of how nearly half of her t-shirt was hopelessly torn. The fact that her shirt had refashioned itself into a tattered crop top would arouse concern for sure.
"....annnnd a shirt?"

 

[Thing2]

Bleddyn hurried along a completely unknown street, water angerly leaping away from the violent slamming of her unclothed feet. She estimated she was more easily drenched than the earth itself. The brutal November rains had long since numbed pretty much any feeling her skin had left to offer. The obscured sun didn't provide any hints as to how long she'd been running, but her tight lungs informed her that it hadn't been any short jaunt.
The houses here all seemed to be diluted copies of one another, way too uniform for her liking. These would've been better built in a development rather than on a public street where acceptable variation was expected. The windows were perfectly arranged on the front of each, open faces forever frozen in transparent eeriness. Household ights within didn't permeate through the gloom of all the immaculate conformity. Even the sodden lawns all appeared indentically trimmed.
She knew she'd find her way into familiarity eventually, but she was just about done traveling through this part of town.
As she skidded around the next corner, Bleddyn was relieved to find a patch of sturdy maples before her, the most welcoming beings she'd seen all morning. I could burn Wolfram with that jab. H a.
Wolfram.
She was pretty certain she'd never been more relieved to leave someone in the dust. Fighting him before their heated parting probably would've proved more satisfying, but eh. The fact that he turned weirdly obsessive on a dime was alone enough of an alarm for her to skeddadle. That thing with her scab picking had been the final shot that dropped the deer. Her mistake had been sticking around even that long.
But he was out of her life now and she was content with the mollifying distance she'd put between herself and them all.
....
Buuuuuuuut then there was the fact that River had opened her house to him...which directly translated to there was no way that Bleddyn could hold onto hope for a future completely devoid of the manic depressive cat shifter.

Muttering about infuriating polarity, Bleddyn hurled herself at the nearest trunk and caught herself with a lucky wild grab. The tendons of her left arm screamed for reprieve as she hung by that one arm, but it was still a few more agonizing moments before she secured her right hand enough on another branch to swing herself all the way up. She settled down into the crook of two vertical branches, wincing as the bark rubbed old wounds raw and ripped new ones on her bare leg.
"You can't go home, moron," her subconscious reminded her aloud in a crisp clip.
Bleddyn facepalmed and immediately regretted it. A collision of the bruises both on her forehead and her hand hadn't been too mindful.
"So I can't go home because of parental existence."
Tediously, she lifted her left leg with the effort required for moving a bar of lead and stretched it out across a nearby level branch for observation. As it was, even the most visually-impaired old person could see something was definitely amiss. For starters, no one went around with only one side of their pants intact- not even a Bleddyn type. Then there was the bandage. There was absolutely no way her parents could miss the obnoxious thing.
Without changing, she couldn't just come into contact with them.
It was Sunday, but she honestly doubted they'd gone to church without her. Though Bleddyn was the only individual in the family who didn't refrain from publicly denouncing people, it was otherwise obvious that both of her parents were frequently bored to tears by the ancient pastor. And so, the whole family evaded church services whenever possible at a regularity that should've probably had Bleddyn guilty. But God can't really expect us to sit through repetitive monotonous dissertations like that.
Actually, Mom probably would've taken advantage of her whole-36-hour-absense-stint and dragged Dad out for some decent exercise. Connor might be naturally lean, but that didn't mean he liked to be fit in Ash's terms.
Especially when the committment to fitness didn't excuse for weather like this.
Bleddyn cracked a sore grin at the image, but that didn't help her predicament. Even if both her parents were out of the house, the likelihood of her getting in unseen was far too failure-probable.
I need to get clothes somewhere else...and buying anything is not an option. Ha, last time I had a wallet with me was when I still carried my phone around religiously.
...phone.
Bleddyn anchored her legs more securely and lifted herself a couple inches off of the branch to let her hand fish her back pockets for her elusive phone. She was shocked when her hand successfully wrapped around cold glass, not at all having recalled bringing her phone along on this insane succession of mishaps.
A jagged crack across the screen viciously greeted her, but it blinked to life flawlessly when she pressed the home button. Well that's a miracle. Wasn't Toby's pretty much annihilated?
Grateful to whatever stroke of luck had preserved the device's life amidst all the impacts it'd undoubtedly suffered, she scrolled around until she found the biggest group chat she was apart of. Everyone's icons lay dormant at the bottom of the screen, but hopefully there was at least one other intact phone among them all.
"Can I steal someone's pants?" The delivered message blithely popped up below the previous dead conversation, its disturbing phraseology only now registering- but right now, she couldn't care less.
Her fussing hands suddenly reminded her of how nearly half of her t-shirt was hopelessly torn. The fact that her shirt had refashioned itself into a tattered crop top would arouse concern for sure.
"....annnnd a shirt?"

(Would she have Brisa's number?)

 

[Thing2]

Bleddyn hurried along a completely unknown street, water angerly leaping away from the violent slamming of her unclothed feet. She estimated she was more easily drenched than the earth itself. The brutal November rains had long since numbed pretty much any feeling her skin had left to offer. The obscured sun didn't provide any hints as to how long she'd been running, but her tight lungs informed her that it hadn't been any short jaunt.
The houses here all seemed to be diluted copies of one another, way too uniform for her liking. These would've been better built in a development rather than on a public street where acceptable variation was expected. The windows were perfectly arranged on the front of each, open faces forever frozen in transparent eeriness. Household ights within didn't permeate through the gloom of all the immaculate conformity. Even the sodden lawns all appeared indentically trimmed.
She knew she'd find her way into familiarity eventually, but she was just about done traveling through this part of town.
As she skidded around the next corner, Bleddyn was relieved to find a patch of sturdy maples before her, the most welcoming beings she'd seen all morning. I could burn Wolfram with that jab. H a.
Wolfram.
She was pretty certain she'd never been more relieved to leave someone in the dust. Fighting him before their heated parting probably would've proved more satisfying, but eh. The fact that he turned weirdly obsessive on a dime was alone enough of an alarm for her to skeddadle. That thing with her scab picking had been the final shot that dropped the deer. Her mistake had been sticking around even that long.
But he was out of her life now and she was content with the mollifying distance she'd put between herself and them all.
....
Buuuuuuuut then there was the fact that River had opened her house to him...which directly translated to there was no way that Bleddyn could hold onto hope for a future completely devoid of the manic depressive cat shifter.

Muttering about infuriating polarity, Bleddyn hurled herself at the nearest trunk and caught herself with a lucky wild grab. The tendons of her left arm screamed for reprieve as she hung by that one arm, but it was still a few more agonizing moments before she secured her right hand enough on another branch to swing herself all the way up. She settled down into the crook of two vertical branches, wincing as the bark rubbed old wounds raw and ripped new ones on her bare leg.
"You can't go home, moron," her subconscious reminded her aloud in a crisp clip.
Bleddyn facepalmed and immediately regretted it. A collision of the bruises both on her forehead and her hand hadn't been too mindful.
"So I can't go home because of parental existence."
Tediously, she lifted her left leg with the effort required for moving a bar of lead and stretched it out across a nearby level branch for observation. As it was, even the most visually-impaired old person could see something was definitely amiss. For starters, no one went around with only one side of their pants intact- not even a Bleddyn type. Then there was the bandage. There was absolutely no way her parents could miss the obnoxious thing.
Without changing, she couldn't just come into contact with them.
It was Sunday, but she honestly doubted they'd gone to church without her. Though Bleddyn was the only individual in the family who didn't refrain from publicly denouncing people, it was otherwise obvious that both of her parents were frequently bored to tears by the ancient pastor. And so, the whole family evaded church services whenever possible at a regularity that should've probably had Bleddyn guilty. But God can't really expect us to sit through repetitive monotonous dissertations like that.
Actually, Mom probably would've taken advantage of her whole-36-hour-absense-stint and dragged Dad out for some decent exercise. Connor might be naturally lean, but that didn't mean he liked to be fit in Ash's terms.
Especially when the committment to fitness didn't excuse for weather like this.
Bleddyn cracked a sore grin at the image, but that didn't help her predicament. Even if both her parents were out of the house, the likelihood of her getting in unseen was far too failure-probable.
I need to get clothes somewhere else...and buying anything is not an option. Ha, last time I had a wallet with me was when I still carried my phone around religiously.
...phone.
Bleddyn anchored her legs more securely and lifted herself a couple inches off of the branch to let her hand fish her back pockets for her elusive phone. She was shocked when her hand successfully wrapped around cold glass, not at all having recalled bringing her phone along on this insane succession of mishaps.
A jagged crack across the screen viciously greeted her, but it blinked to life flawlessly when she pressed the home button. Well that's a miracle. Wasn't Toby's pretty much annihilated?
Grateful to whatever stroke of luck had preserved the device's life amidst all the impacts it'd undoubtedly suffered, she scrolled around until she found the biggest group chat she was apart of. Everyone's icons lay dormant at the bottom of the screen, but hopefully there was at least one other intact phone among them all.
"Can I steal someone's pants?" The delivered message blithely popped up below the previous dead conversation, its disturbing phraseology only now registering- but right now, she couldn't care less.
Her fussing hands suddenly reminded her of how nearly half of her t-shirt was hopelessly torn. The fact that her shirt had refashioned itself into a tattered crop top would arouse concern for sure.
"....annnnd a shirt?"

Brisa's phone lit up (I'm assuming Jessi is off the phone with River/Toby?) and she glanced down at it, confusion entering her gaze as she scanned the message. She picked up her phone and answered:
Where r u?
Turning to the others, she asked, bewildered, "Where can we get clothes for Beddyn? I pretty much only have dresses, and she would be... less than thrilled with that."

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Brisa's phone lit up (I'm assuming Jessi is off the phone with River/Toby?) and she glanced down at it, confusion entering her gaze as she scanned the message. She picked up her phone and answered:
Where r u?
Turning to the others, she asked, bewildered, "Where can we get clothes for Beddyn? I pretty much only have dresses, and she would be... less than thrilled with that."

(Yeah, she is, lemme right something real quick.)
Jessi stomped back in the room looking mad. "Thanks for letting me borrow that." She said, handing Brisa her phone. "Toby is being an idiot, like always." Jessi looked around. "Everything I have is backless, and really short shorts. I can see if mom has something."