«We Could Be Legends»

[FrankieDoodle]

Wolfram swung his head back around sharply to look at Toby, fixing a stare on him. But it wasn't one of fear or pity or even sympathy, just of understanding. Slowly, he looked back at Brisa, musing the words over in his mind, and shuddered slightly. People that will turn violent over the smallest thing...

Toby glanced back at Wolfram just in time to see him shudder. Why can't I keep my mouth shut? It looks like I might've freaked him out. Who knows, maybe he's just cold. I know I am. Or it's nothing to do with me. Yes, I like that idea. He turned away and dug around through his backpack, pretending to look busy so he wasn't just standing there awkwardly.

 

[Amer]

"There is?" Wolfram crept over to Sherri, narrowly avoiding shards of glass. He glanced uncertainly at Connor and Bleddyn, before looking back to Sherri. "If we get to move the light stuff, we can try and lift the concrete as much as we can without hurting him, and Bleddyn can help pull him out, yeah?" He frowned. "But if we can't lift the concrete we might hurt him more..."

"Yeah, it probably wasn't a great idea anyway," Sherri said, kicking the plaster aside, wishing she'd brought more complicated technology than a little knife, like something that could push the rubble away. Or if she had hydrokinesis. They were so powerful the water would probably shove it.
Sherri leaned over the man-sized hole kicking the plaster had made, turning her ear to it. She could hear Connor shuffling around down there, and felt selfish thinking she was glad not to be trapped down there, with no one to hear her.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Wolfram briefly wondered, after Ash had arrived, if his heart was going to burst. He wished he had the calm composure of Bleddyn's mother, but his cat-like instincts caused his level of fear to spike to the highest level possible.
He nodded stiffly at Ash's words, pleading the crack he had heard was nothing. "I...we have to hurry." He croaked, "I think...I think she's watching us...someone is, I can feel it."
He suddenly heard scrambling behind him, and he turned, ever so slowly. Nothing was there though. Nothing but piles of fallen buildings. "Let's just hurry."

"But... how? How can we get him out?" Toby asked, looking at Ash. He turned around, in a flash the safety of his gun was off and he pointed it where the noise came from. Even though he didn't see anything, he kept the gun pointed in the direction of the noise. "I agree with Wolf. Does anyone have any power that can lift it? I know Brisa has telekinesis. Anyone with super strength?" He asked. Hmm... I made the shadows solid.. maybe I could- ha, what am I thinking? No way. There is not a chance I'm using my powers again. Someone else can do something.

Brisa anxiously glanced in the direction of the noise but didn’t really look, her eyes flicking over the groups’ surroundings while her vision had turned to somewhere deep inside her. She got like this sometimes, hearing and responding numbly to people’s voices and actions, watching without seeing, while her inner world was buzzing with activity. It helped her focus all her attention on the task at hand. She turned back towards Connor and the others, and unbeknownst to her, her eyes were shifting, almost pulsating, between green and black.

"I agree with Wolfram too, I guess," Sherri said, looking at the unyielding piles of concrete. "It almost feels like we could lift all that, but we really can't. That's thousands of pounds of rock. Her eyes flitted to a thin plaster wall on the pile so weak, a good jump could collapse it. Below was a piece of styrofoam insulation, no heavier than one of her cats. There was a lot of other stuff in the way though. "Unless..." She glanced at the other rocks, but it was hard to judge if they were moveable. Having a strong person on their side would really help right now. "If we move all the light stuff, there is a way in..."

"There is?" Wolfram crept over to Sherri, narrowly avoiding shards of glass. He glanced uncertainly at Connor and Bleddyn, before looking back to Sherri. "If we get move the light stuff, we can try and lift the concrete as much as we can without hurting him, and Bleddyn can help pull him out, yeah?" He frowned. "But if we can't lift the concrete we might hurt him more..."

Toby lowered his gun and turned around to face them. "So, uh, Wolfram. Please don't hurt me for suggesting this, but uh.. Taylor has telekinesis too, right? Between Brisa and Taylor, they might be able to move it without dropping it on him." He said, taking a step away from Wolfram and tilting his head to the side, so if he got punched, only the side of his head would get hurt.

"When will you people learn? I'm not going to hurt someone over a suggestion!" Wolfram hissed, turning to face Toby. "I...think she does. It might work. But the question is, where is she? She left with Lily, and the phone lines are down, so I can't text her."

Toby flinched. "Sorry." He mumbled, relaxing slightly. He looked around. "Oh, I thought she was here. I mean, not here, here, b-but at the cars..." He trailed off. He knows what you mean, dummy, you don't need to explain. Of course she's not 'here here'. He thought.

"Not your fault." Wolfram assured him. He glanced around, a sharp snap making him flinch and jerk his head around. "No need to apologize, really." He turned to Brisa. "Do you think you can move the concrete enough for us to get Connor out?"

"I... guess I've spent so much time around people that will turn violent over the smallest thing, that it's now what I expect with everything." Toby said, and then looked at Brisa, hoping she could get Connor out.

Wolfram swung his head back around sharply to look at Toby, fixing a stare on him. But it wasn't one of fear or pity or even sympathy, just of understanding. Slowly, he looked back at Brisa, musing the words over in his mind, and shuddered slightly. People that will turn violent over the smallest thing...

Toby glanced back at Wolfram just in time to see him shudder. Why can't I keep my mouth shut? It looks like I might've freaked him out. Who knows, maybe he's just cold. I know I am. Or it's nothing to do with me. Yes, I like that idea. He turned away and dug around through his backpack, pretending to look busy so he wasn't just standing there awkwardly.

"Yeah, it probably wasn't a great idea anyway," Sherri said, kicking the plaster aside, wishing she'd brought more complicated technology than a little knife, like something that could push the rubble away. Or if she had hydrokinesis. They were so powerful the water would probably shove it.
Sherri leaned over the man-sized hole kicking the plaster had made, turning her ear to it. She could hear Connor shuffling around down there, and felt selfish thinking she was glad not to be trapped down there, with no one to hear her.

"Look, guys, he's already got to be hurt pretty bad." Bleddyn gently unfurled her clammy fingers from beneath her father's muzzle and she watched with dismay as his head slowly drooped downward to rest against the debris that engulfed his battered body. "I mean, I don't think he's even conscious now." She took a few shaky steps backward until she'd returned to the middle of the fretting huddle. "So there's really not too much worse we can do by just going ahead and moving it."

No, he's not even conscious...how much does that all have to weigh...his back...his back. Ash pried her clasped hands apart and firmly forced them down to her sides to have herself look slightly less infirm. "And, besides, we've still got to keep the idea of being... followed in mind. If we spend too much time on getting him out safely, then it'll not just be him who's suffering, but us too. We don't have much choice now."

 

[Amer]

"Look, guys, he's already got to be hurt pretty bad." Bleddyn gently unfurled her clammy fingers from beneath her father's muzzle and she watched with dismay as his head slowly drooped downward to rest against the debris that engulfed his battered body. "I mean, I don't think he's even conscious now." She took a few shaky steps backward until she'd returned to the middle of the fretting huddle. "So there's really not too much worse we can do by just going ahead and moving it."

No, he's not even conscious...how much does that all have to weigh...his back...his back. Ash pried her clasped hands apart and firmly forced them down to her sides to have herself look slightly less infirm. "And, besides, we've still got to keep the idea of being... followed in mind. If we spend too much time on getting him out safely, then it'll not just be him who are suffering, but us too. We don't have much choice now."

"I guess," Sherri said. She removed the styrofoam with some effort because it was wedged under some rocks. She was already knee deep. Without a moment's hesitation, she shifted into a cat. That will show them what a coward I am... She thought bitterly. Sherri then squirmed deeper into the unstable pile of rubble, slipping through the cracks easily because of her small shape, seeming almost liquid. She didn't think about finding herself a way back out and instead crawled closer to Connor, where he breathed slowly. She sniffed him. His condition wasn't as bad as he looked, but this was a very cramped area. She couldn't make it to where he rested because of a rock, but it could be lifted by human hands, it seemed. 'I found a way,' she meowed in cat-speak.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

"Look, guys, he's already got to be hurt pretty bad." Bleddyn gently unfurled her clammy fingers from beneath her father's muzzle and she watched with dismay as his head slowly drooped downward to rest against the debris that engulfed his battered body. "I mean, I don't think he's even conscious now." She took a few shaky steps backward until she'd returned to the middle of the fretting huddle. "So there's really not too much worse we can do by just going ahead and moving it."

No, he's not even conscious...how much does that all have to weigh...his back...his back. Ash pried her clasped hands apart and firmly forced them down to her sides to have herself look slightly less infirm. "And, besides, we've still got to keep the idea of being... followed in mind. If we spend too much time on getting him out safely, then it'll not just be him who's suffering, but us too. We don't have much choice now."

"Yeah, it probably wasn't a great idea anyway," Sherri said, kicking the plaster aside, wishing she'd brought more complicated technology than a little knife, like something that could push the rubble away. Or if she had hydrokinesis. They were so powerful the water would probably shove it.
Sherri leaned over the man-sized hole kicking the plaster had made, turning her ear to it. She could hear Connor shuffling around down there, and felt selfish thinking she was glad not to be trapped down there, with no one to hear her.

"Okay..." Wolfram froze suddenly, hearing shrieking not far off. Gunshots ripped through the air, rapidly firing at unprotected victims. He gave a shaky nod. "I agree with both Bleddyn and Ash. L-lets get him out of there, like, now."

 

[FrankieDoodle]

"Okay..." Wolfram froze suddenly, hearing shrieking not far off. Gunshots ripped through the air, rapidly firing at unprotected victims. He gave a shaky nod. "I agree with both Bleddyn and Ash. L-lets get him out of there, like, now."

Toby jumped, dropping his gun when the gunshots went off. He wrapped his arms tightly around his stomach, and stared wide-eyed at where they came from. Please don't let that be where Jessi is. Please let them be okay. He silently pleaded. He slowly reached down and grabbed his gun, his hands shaking so much it was difficult to do so.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Peter heard the gunshots, dropped the water filter, and disappeared.

 

[Thing2]

"I agree with Wolfram too, I guess," Sherri said, looking at the unyielding piles of concrete. "It almost feels like we could lift all that, but we really can't. That's thousands of pounds of rock. Her eyes flitted to a thin plaster wall on the pile so weak, a good jump could collapse it. Below was a piece of styrofoam insulation, no heavier than one of her cats. There was a lot of other stuff in the way though. "Unless..." She glanced at the other rocks, but it was hard to judge if they were moveable. Having a strong person on their side would really help right now. "If we move all the light stuff, there is a way in..."

"There is?" Wolfram crept over to Sherri, narrowly avoiding shards of glass. He glanced uncertainly at Connor and Bleddyn, before looking back to Sherri. "If we get move the light stuff, we can try and lift the concrete as much as we can without hurting him, and Bleddyn can help pull him out, yeah?" He frowned. "But if we can't lift the concrete we might hurt him more..."

Toby lowered his gun and turned around to face them. "So, uh, Wolfram. Please don't hurt me for suggesting this, but uh.. Taylor has telekinesis too, right? Between Brisa and Taylor, they might be able to move it without dropping it on him." He said, taking a step away from Wolfram and tilting his head to the side, so if he got punched, only the side of his head would get hurt.

"When will you people learn? I'm not going to hurt someone over a suggestion!" Wolfram hissed, turning to face Toby. "I...think she does. It might work. But the question is, where is she? She left with Lily, and the phone lines are down, so I can't text her."

Toby flinched. "Sorry." He mumbled, relaxing slightly. He looked around. "Oh, I thought she was here. I mean, not here, here, b-but at the cars..." He trailed off. He knows what you mean, dummy, you don't need to explain. Of course she's not 'here here'. He thought.

"Not your fault." Wolfram assured him. He glanced around, a sharp snap making him flinch and jerk his head around. "No need to apologize, really." He turned to Brisa. "Do you think you can move the concrete enough for us to get Connor out?"

"I... guess I've spent so much time around people that will turn violent over the smallest thing, that it's now what I expect with everything." Toby said, and then looked at Brisa, hoping she could get Connor out.

Wolfram swung his head back around sharply to look at Toby, fixing a stare on him. But it wasn't one of fear or pity or even sympathy, just of understanding. Slowly, he looked back at Brisa, musing the words over in his mind, and shuddered slightly. People that will turn violent over the smallest thing...

Toby glanced back at Wolfram just in time to see him shudder. Why can't I keep my mouth shut? It looks like I might've freaked him out. Who knows, maybe he's just cold. I know I am. Or it's nothing to do with me. Yes, I like that idea. He turned away and dug around through his backpack, pretending to look busy so he wasn't just standing there awkwardly.

"Yeah, it probably wasn't a great idea anyway," Sherri said, kicking the plaster aside, wishing she'd brought more complicated technology than a little knife, like something that could push the rubble away. Or if she had hydrokinesis. They were so powerful the water would probably shove it.
Sherri leaned over the man-sized hole kicking the plaster had made, turning her ear to it. She could hear Connor shuffling around down there, and felt selfish thinking she was glad not to be trapped down there, with no one to hear her.

"Look, guys, he's already got to be hurt pretty bad." Bleddyn gently unfurled her clammy fingers from beneath her father's muzzle and she watched with dismay as his head slowly drooped downward to rest against the debris that engulfed his battered body. "I mean, I don't think he's even conscious now." She took a few shaky steps backward until she'd returned to the middle of the fretting huddle. "So there's really not too much worse we can do by just going ahead and moving it."

No, he's not even conscious...how much does that all have to weigh...his back...his back. Ash pried her clasped hands apart and firmly forced them down to her sides to have herself look slightly less infirm. "And, besides, we've still got to keep the idea of being... followed in mind. If we spend too much time on getting him out safely, then it'll not just be him who's suffering, but us too. We don't have much choice now."

"I guess," Sherri said. She removed the styrofoam with some effort because it was wedged under some rocks. She was already knee deep. Without a moment's hesitation, she shifted into a cat. That will show them what a coward I am... She thought bitterly. Sherri then squirmed deeper into the unstable pile of rubble, slipping through the cracks easily because of her small shape, seeming almost liquid. She didn't think about finding herself a way back out and instead crawled closer to Connor, where he breathed slowly. She sniffed him. His condition wasn't as bad as he looked, but this was a very cramped area. She couldn't make it to where he rested because of a rock, but it could be lifted by human hands, it seemed. 'I found a way,' she meowed in cat-speak.

"Okay..." Wolfram froze suddenly, hearing shrieking not far off. Gunshots ripped through the air, rapidly firing at unprotected victims. He gave a shaky nod. "I agree with both Bleddyn and Ash. L-lets get him out of there, like, now."

Toby jumped, dropping his gun when the gunshots went off. He wrapped his arms tightly around his stomach, and stared wide-eyed at where they came from. Please don't let that be where Jessi is. Please let them be okay. He silently pleaded. He slowly reached down and grabbed his gun, his hands shaking so much it was difficult to do so.

Peter heard the gunshots, dropped the water filter, and disappeared.

Brisa jumped at the sound of the gunshots, startled out of her thoughts by the noise. “I’m pretty sure I can lift it.” She answered Wolfram, eyeing the cracked concrete slab. “I don’t know how long I can hold it, but I’ll do my best.” She raised her hands a little and very carefully started lifting off some of the lighter debris, setting the pieces down in a pile nearby and making sure not to unbalance the objects on top of Bleddyn’s father.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Toby jumped, dropping his gun when the gunshots went off. He wrapped his arms tightly around his stomach, and stared wide-eyed at where they came from. Please don't let that be where Jessi is. Please let them be okay. He silently pleaded. He slowly reached down and grabbed his gun, his hands shaking so much it was difficult to do so.

Brisa jumped at the sound of the gunshots, startled out of her thoughts by the noise. “I’m pretty sure I can lift it.” She answered Wolfram, eyeing the cracked concrete slab. “I don’t know how long I can hold it, but I’ll do my best.” She raised her hands a little and very carefully started lifting off some of the lighter debris, setting the pieces down in a pile nearby and making sure not to unbalance the objects on top of Bleddyn’s father.

Wolfram shuddered, pupils horrifyingly almost nonexistent. He nodded to Brisa as another round of shots fired in the distance, and glanced at Ash, Toby, and Bleddyn, vaugely wondering where Sherri was. "When Brisa tells you to, get him out. And do it fast."

 

[Thing2]

Wolfram shuddered, pupils horrifyingly almost nonexistent. He nodded to Brisa as another round of shots fired in the distance, and glanced at Ash, Toby, and Bleddyn, vaugely wondering where Sherri was. "When Brisa tells you to, get him out. And do it fast."

Brisa nodded, took a deep breath, and her powers grabbed hold of the concrete. “Okay. 1,2...3! Go!” She exclaimed, lifting with all her might, and the concrete raised about two and a half feet off the ground. She very carefully got on her knees for more stability, closing her pitch-colored eyes in concentration as she strained to lift it farther.