«We Could Be Legends»

[Cluckcluck1215]

Wolfram's gaze fell over the battlefield as he made his way through it, smoke burning his eyes and lungs. He just felt like sleeping, not fighting anymore.
A soft sobbing drew his attention to a small boy sitting over Shadow's body. The child couldn't have been older then six or seven, and looked almost identical to Shadow. "Hey," he said softly, approaching the boy carefully. "Hey, you can't be out here. It's too dangerous."
"You!" The boy shrieked with horror, scrambling in the bloody grass to stand. "You killed my brother!" Tears stained the small, pale face, an accusing finger pointing at Wolfram.
Wolfram held his hands up, shaking his head. "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. What happened...what happened to your brother was an accident... A huge accident that I regret. Come with me, alright? I'll bring you somewhere safe."
The boy eyed him, his hand lowering. "You aren't going to hurt me?"
"No." Wolfram answered. "What's your name?"
"Alec," the boy answered warily.
"I'm Wolfram. Come with me," Wolfram straightened, beckoning the boy.
"I know who you are," the boy mumbled as he came to Wolfram's side. The way he talked made him sound much older then he actually was. "Everyone in the Pure know's who Silver Nollen's son is."
Wolfram narrowed his eyes, leading the boy over to the cars. He saw Lily, hiding behind his car, gun clutched to her chest. "Lily," he whispered, apparently scaring her as she jumped, looking at him. "Can you watch him?"
Lily glanced at Alec, and gave a nod. "Sure," she murmured, beckoning to the boy to sit down beside her, so he did.
"Thank you," Wolfram nodded, and left. Suddenly, arms hooked underneath his, dragging him to the ground. He let out a sharp yelp, looking up.
"First you kill our leader, and then you take our young?" A rasping voice sounded in his ear, the face undetectable beneath the mask. "Get ready to die for what you've done, inferior."
Wolfram froze, cold metal pressing against his skull. "Apologizes for doing what is right," he sneered, glaring at the masked face. He struggled against the assaulting grip to no avail; the grasp was far too strong. He heard a sharp click, and his eyes snapped shut. And this is how I end. Just make it quick...

 

[Rose Quartz]

(I WAS WONDERING WHY A PART OF MY HEART FELT EMPTY
besides my crippling loneliness
IVE BEEN MISSING OUT ON ALL YALL AND YOUR BEAUTIFUL CHARACTERS
NOT TO MENTION MY BABIES
I need to get back into this, my writers block needs to be purged
SOMEONE FILL ME IN)

(MISTY GET YOUR BEHIND BACK OVER HERE!!! I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE BUSY. COME BACK. Choose one character, play only them and the others can exist from only their and others perspectives.)

 

[Rose Quartz]

Finley's stared blankly back at her, no, not at her, but through her. His eyes were distant with a sad grimace pulling down the corners of his mouth.

"Finley?" She said trying to bring him back. But as she said his name the trunk clicked open followed by the sound of someone shoving things around. Alice turned to try to see who it was, but who ever it was was either really short or was ducking down to try to see in the darkness. Alice looked back at her cousin unsure he was ok, maybe the blood on his clothes was his own. She opened her mouth to say his name again, but a soft moan from behind her drew her attention.

She hopped down out of the van holding on to the folding armrest as she turned back to see who else was in there. Some how she had managed to sleep on just a corner of the middle bench seat with Brisa behind her taking up the majority of the seat.

"Brisa?" she breathed shocked at the state of the young girl, she was bleeding heavily from her shoulder her bright and happy dress now almost black, saturated with her blood. Alice jumped back into the van standing on her knees she looked her over trying to find where she had been hurt. There was some kind of bandage over her shoulder, Alice peeked under it and spotted a knife sticking out. Her stomach turned realizing she would have to pull it out. "Ohhh, Brisa what happened?" She whispered pulling off the bandage. "This is gonna hurt." Alice put her hand over the hilt of the knife and winced as she quickly pulled it out. She took a deep breath and pushed down hard on the now open wound, focusing on healing her friend. Panicked thoughts ran through her mind. How did she get hurt? Who else was hurt? Where was Camilla? Everyone? Where was everyone? Mapleshade got the thing? Were they all going to die? What did Finley say? Why did this have to happen?


Alice heard a womans voice calling for a healer, she didn't sounds scared, but who calls for a healer if they don't need one. Tears stung at her closed eyes. No! No, I'm not going to cry. CONCENTRATE! You can heal everyone. No one else is going to die! Everyone is ok. Everyone will be ok!

(Ok, edit for this: ^^ Brisa's other injuries are healed too. )

 

[Rose Quartz]

After healing Brisa, Alice waited for the wave of exhaustion to hit her, but for some reason it didn't come. Not that she minded. (@Thing2LovesChickens I know you're busy and just gave up on a different RP. So if you can't I made it so she can just sleep.)
"Brisa?" She said in a breathy voice, so quiet she wasn't sure she was heard. She could heal her injuries, but she wasn't able to replace any lost blood, maybe she was still asleep.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Alice's eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light, some of the flames still flickered near by, and she spotted Ash awkwardly leaning against the seat on the other side of the van. Her eyebrows drew down as she squinted at the back of her head trying to make out why she would be slouched like that.
(@HeavensHens88 yeah I'm totally gonna wake her up.) "Aunty?"

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Toby’s head snapped up when he heard Alice speak. “A-Alice? You’re awake?” He asked, looking around until he found the blurry outline of Alice standing by Brisa and Ash. “You were asleep for a long time. Are you okay?” She must be really confused.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Toby’s head snapped up when he heard Alice speak. “A-Alice? You’re awake?” He asked, looking around until he found the blurry outline of Alice standing by Brisa and Ash. “You were asleep for a long time. Are you okay?” She must be really confused.

Alice looked back over her shoulder out the van door, Toby was there soot and grime and blood smeared over his face, a look of exhausted concern on his face. "Toby! Yeah, I guess. Are you?" A million questions weighed on her mind, all of them frantically racing through her head, Why was Finley acting weird, Why hadn't Ash responded to her, Where was Cam, Where was Dyn. Alice squeezed her eyes shut and tried to decide what was the most important thing she had to find out. Finley had said there was a big fight, so more people than Brisa might be hurt.

"Who's hurt the worst? Where do you need me?"

 

[RiverStorm]

(This post really didn't do anything but it's the only thing my brain wanted to write.)
Lachlan bumbled through the wasted battlefield, eyes searching intently for Camilla, Wolfram, or River. His right hand curled tight around a pistol that had saved his life several times by now-- Seeing as he was too tired to shift, and while he was more durable to shifting multiply times than someone like Crow, his body still got tired of morphing, shrinking, then stretching out again, so the handgun was pretty much his only defense-- That and his meager knife that he gripped tightly in his left hand and was now caked in dried and drying blood. A mere reference to how many people had been stabbed by it. He couldn't evening remember how many times he'd had to use it, not that he really wanted to. Nor did he know how many times River and Wolfram had used it when it had been sort of ridiculously tossed around the three of them. Huh, I guess I am never opening a popsicle with that again. And why am I thinking so intently on a knife? Maybe I really am losing my mind.
"Camilla!" He yelped, his voice coming out as a screech. When he had last seen his cousin, and friend, she had been volunteering to help put out a fire started by Jessi, now she was fighting weakly against an equally looking young, tired, and terrified Pure boy. He raised his gun, pointing it at the kid. "Come one man, get outta here. Please don't make me shoot you." Seeing the gun, the boy didn't really need any convoincing to run. Lachlan tried not the focus on the retreating Pure boy, only on offering his arm to let Camilla help herself up with it. "Come on, I'm taking you back to the van." He murmured, noticing the startled look she gave him. Man, I must really look like a zombie. But everyone's dead around her, she'll deal with it.
He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, guiding her with quick steps back to the van.
When they got there he noticed a scattered looking Finley standing beside an awakened Alice. "Any else show up? Mom? Wolfram?"
"Just Toby. Wolfram brought some kid, but then he ran off."
"Okay."

Alice looked back over her shoulder out the van door, Toby was there soot and grime and blood smeared over his face, a look of exhausted concern on his face. "Toby! Yeah, I guess. Are you?" A million questions weighed on her mind, all of them frantically racing through her head, Why was Finley acting weird, Why hadn't Ash responded to her, Where was Cam, Where was Dyn. Alice squeezed her eyes shut and tried to decide what was the most important thing she had to find out. Finley had said there was a big fight, so more people than Brisa might be hurt.

"Who's hurt the worst? Where do you need me?"

"Alice! You're awake!" Camilla's voice was squeaky, and she winced as a stab of pain went throughout her sore throat. She scrambled up to Toby, Finley, and Alice, but glanced back when Lachlan dropped his weapons, then bent over and disposed of a good quantity of sour looking acid from his empty stomach.

 

[Rose Quartz]

(This post really didn't do anything but it's the only thing my brain wanted to write.)
Lachlan bumbled through the wasted battlefield, eyes searching intently for Camilla, Wolfram, or River. His right hand curled tight around a pistol that had saved his life several times by now-- Seeing as he was too tired to shift, and while he was more durable to shifting multiply times than someone like Crow, his body still got tired of morphing, shrinking, then stretching out again, so the handgun was pretty much his only defense-- That and his meager knife that he gripped tightly in his left hand and was now caked in dried and drying blood. A mere reference to how many people had been stabbed by it. He couldn't evening remember how many times he'd had to use it, not that he really wanted to. Nor did he know how many times River and Wolfram had used it when it had been sort of ridiculously tossed around the three of them. Huh, I guess I am never opening a popsicle with that again. And why am I thinking so intently on a knife? Maybe I really am losing my mind.
"Camilla!" He yelped, his voice coming out as a screech. When he had last seen his cousin, and friend, she had been volunteering to help put out a fire started by Jessi, now she was fighting weakly against an equally looking young, tired, and terrified Pure boy. He raised his gun, pointing it at the kid. "Come one man, get outta here. Please don't make me shoot you." Seeing the gun, the boy didn't really need any convoincing to run. Lachlan tried not the focus on the retreating Pure boy, only on offering his arm to let Camilla help herself up with it. "Come on, I'm taking you back to the van." He murmured, noticing the startled look she gave him. Man, I must really look like a zombie. But everyone's dead around her, she'll deal with it.
He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, guiding her with quick steps back to the van.
When they got there he noticed a scattered looking Finley standing beside an awakened Alice. "Any else show up? Mom? Wolfram?"
"Just Toby. Wolfram brought some kid, but then he ran off."
"Okay."

"Alice! You're awake!" Camilla's voice was squeaky, and she winced as a stab of pain went throughout her sore throat. She scrambled up to Toby, Finley, and Alice, but glanced back when Lachlan dropped his weapons, then bent over and disposed of a good quantity of sour looking acid from his empty stomach.

"Cam!" Alice jumped down out of the van and ran over to grab her sister into a tight hug. Everyone looked awful, and there was some kid? That Wolfram brought? "I'm glad you're ok, I know it's weird since you only just found out, but, if you're hurt I can heal you." She said pulling back and putting her hands on her sisters shoulders to look her over.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

(This post really didn't do anything but it's the only thing my brain wanted to write.)
Lachlan bumbled through the wasted battlefield, eyes searching intently for Camilla, Wolfram, or River. His right hand curled tight around a pistol that had saved his life several times by now-- Seeing as he was too tired to shift, and while he was more durable to shifting multiply times than someone like Crow, his body still got tired of morphing, shrinking, then stretching out again, so the handgun was pretty much his only defense-- That and his meager knife that he gripped tightly in his left hand and was now caked in dried and drying blood. A mere reference to how many people had been stabbed by it. He couldn't evening remember how many times he'd had to use it, not that he really wanted to. Nor did he know how many times River and Wolfram had used it when it had been sort of ridiculously tossed around the three of them. Huh, I guess I am never opening a popsicle with that again. And why am I thinking so intently on a knife? Maybe I really am losing my mind.
"Camilla!" He yelped, his voice coming out as a screech. When he had last seen his cousin, and friend, she had been volunteering to help put out a fire started by Jessi, now she was fighting weakly against an equally looking young, tired, and terrified Pure boy. He raised his gun, pointing it at the kid. "Come one man, get outta here. Please don't make me shoot you." Seeing the gun, the boy didn't really need any convoincing to run. Lachlan tried not the focus on the retreating Pure boy, only on offering his arm to let Camilla help herself up with it. "Come on, I'm taking you back to the van." He murmured, noticing the startled look she gave him. Man, I must really look like a zombie. But everyone's dead around her, she'll deal with it.
He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, guiding her with quick steps back to the van.
When they got there he noticed a scattered looking Finley standing beside an awakened Alice. "Any else show up? Mom? Wolfram?"
"Just Toby. Wolfram brought some kid, but then he ran off."
"Okay."

"Alice! You're awake!" Camilla's voice was squeaky, and she winced as a stab of pain went throughout her sore throat. She scrambled up to Toby, Finley, and Alice, but glanced back when Lachlan dropped his weapons, then bent over and disposed of a good quantity of sour looking acid from his empty stomach.

Lily rolled onto her knees, pressing herself against the side of Wolfram's car. She looked at the boy, a frown crossing her face. He was so young, his blue-green eyes staring numbly towards the forest. "Hey, sweetheart, you have to come with me, alright? I can't leave you here by yourself."
The little boy looked at her, and nodded slightly, standing. Lily got to her feet, cautiously peering over the hood of the car. The Pure that had been looking for her had vanished. Quickly, she took the boys hand, dragging him with her over to one of the vans, gun clutched tightly in hand.
She wasn't seen, keeping to the shadows where the moon's light wouldn't reach her. She crawled into the back on the van, hauling Alec in with her. "Lachlan?" She hissed in the darkness. She could just barely see him and the red headed girl.
"I saw Wolfram. He told me to find you, he's looking for you. I don't know where he went though."