«We Could Be Legends»

[RiverStorm]

Lily looked up quickly, as the van door slid open. She was horrified of what she would see, now that in place of her gun, all she held was a handle of literal sand.
But it was only Lachlan, looking down at little Alec. The boy watched Lachlan as he spoke as if his words were the most important thing in the world.
"I'm Alec," the boy responded quietly, toying with the muddy string of his sneaker. He shook his head, gaze now downwards. "I'm not hurt."
Lily found it rather unnerving how serious the boys voice was for a seven or eight year old boy, even in the midst of a war. Then the boys head came back up, looking at Lachlan with the most placid gaze, his blue-green eyes actually glimmering as the moonlight reflected off of them. She could have sworn she had seen those eyes somewhere, something about them so familiar, she just couldn't—
"Where's my momma, Lachlan?"

(Sorry it took so long to reply, I just got home from choir practice)
"Well, I'm glad you're not hurt." Lachlan said, still smiling, but innerly was terrified. What if his mom isn't an inhuman, but a Pure? Or a dead Pure, at that? "Alec, could you tell me her name? Or maybe what she looks like? Ya'know, hair color, eye color?" He asked, noticing how intent the boy was. His voice was curt, as though trained to be that way from a young age, and his eyes seemed... Almost emotionless, and yet there was such a familiar look to them. Weird.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Toby hesitated, but after a moment he sat up, nodding. “Ok.” He said softly, pulling the collar of his shirt to the side so she could see his wound. He stared down at nothing in particular as he peeled the duct tape away, crumbling it up and sticking it in his pocket.

She grimaced as he pulled the collar of the hoodie down past his shoulder to show the bullet hole. She couldn't imagine the pain he must be in, and yet he moved unflinchingly as he pulled the duct tape away. A chill filled her stomach, the sudden image of her moms bloody face flicking in to her imagination. She quickly stifled the thought, shaking it out of her head. She was just stressed from waking up to everyone hurt. She bit her lip and leaned in closer trying to get a better look.
"Did it go all the way through?" She asked not wanting to move him to see the other side. "It looks like the bleeding's mostly stopped. But it needs some real medical attention before it gets infected. If it isn't already." She put the underside of her wrist on his forehead checking for a fever.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

“If his apartment is anything like the rest of the city, there’s no way you’ll find anything. Besides, he has emergency medication in his backpack, I just don’t know if it’s the right dose.” Jessi said. She watched Crow, frowning. “You make it sound like you weren’t planning to have your arm healed. It’s broken, and must be extremely painful. If Alice is up for it, you need it healed.” She said sternly.

"Oh," Crow said. At the mention of his arm, he gave an unconcerned shrug that caused him to wince in pain. "This is nothing, I'll just waste her time."

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Alice knelt next to Peter, trying to decide exactly what she should do. She didn't have all that much experience healing people, and this was something completely new. She couldn't stop thinking that he must be horribly uncomfortable, laying on top of his bent knees like that. Concentrate. Concentrate. She scolded herself, He needs energy. Energy? She lifted her hand examining the grimy palm. How do my powers even work. It should make who ever is healed all bouncy and hyper. But so far today that's not happened. And I'm not feeling tired at all. Is it because I just woke up? The fairy? Did something happen when I healed Aunty Riv... Alice's eyes snapped up, focusing on something unseen in the real world. I healed her? When did that happen? No no no. She closed her eyes shaking her head in frustration. Just concentrate on Peter. How are you going to heal him?

Alice placed her raised hand on the top of Peters head, she doubted he'd mind her getting his hair dirty. It was already coated in soot, what would a little blood matter?

"Alright, let's see if this works." She muttered, hoping at least something would happen.

@RoostersAreAwesome Alice frowned in concentration, his leg was fully healed, but she was at a loss as to how to help him with his fading problem. It wasn't exactly like it was an injury.

"I'm sorry Grace," She said sighing. "I really have no idea how to help."

Alice nodded, biting her lip. She put a hand on Grace's shoulder for a second trying to make her feel a little better, if that was even possible, before she went to the van where she'd seen Toby earlier.

She paused to squint in the darkness at the door, there was a darker spot in the middle of it. Alice tentatively ran her fingers over the smooth surface of the metal door, slowing as her fingers came to a rough patch and a jagged hole. It was almost like the door had rusted through in that spot. She didn't know what to make of it, so she just dismissed the oddity and pulled on the door handle. The door popped open making a loud squeaking screech as the hinges turned.

"Toby?"

Grace watched Peter with dull eyes, disappointed about the healing not working. Still, she didn't want Alice to know that, so she shot a grateful 'thank you' at her back as she disappeared into the van. She then looked back at Peter, suppressing a sigh.
Suddenly, Peter gasped and shot up, his hands up in a bad imitation of a karate stance. He looked around wildly, but when he saw Grace and the others, he relaxed. "Oh. We're not being attacked."
Grace stared at him blankly, speechless. Then her face erupted into a grin. "Of course we're not being attacked, you moron, the Pure have basically retreated."
"Oh," Peter scratched his head with a trembling hand. "Well, I feel like I've just run a mile under the ruthless eyes of our 6th grade PE teacher."
"You were in some sort of fading coma." Grace explained, managing to make her voice cheerful, if only to dull her feelings with her weird sense of humor.
"Oh, yeah.. wait, what?"
"Yeah. Alice healed you. She seemed kinda spaced out though."
"That's weird. Healing is.. surprisingly painful."
Grace shrugged, "Maybe it was the energy returning to you. I dunno. I'm not a doctor."

 

[FrankieDoodle]

She grimaced as he pulled the collar of the hoodie down past his shoulder to show the bullet hole. She couldn't imagine the pain he must be in, and yet he moved unflinchingly as he pulled the duct tape away. A chill filled her stomach, the sudden image of her moms bloody face flicking in to her imagination. She quickly stifled the thought, shaking it out of her head. She was just stressed from waking up to everyone hurt. She bit her lip and leaned in closer trying to get a better look.
"Did it go all the way through?" She asked not wanting to move him to see the other side. "It looks like the bleeding's mostly stopped. But it needs some real medical attention before it gets infected. If it isn't already." She put the underside of her wrist on his forehead checking for a fever.

Toby nodded. “I-I think so,” he said. He frowned, watching her with concern. “Are you okay?” He asked. He tried to refrain from flinching as her hand gently touched his face, but his eyes still squeezed shut.

"Oh," Crow said. At the mention of his arm, he gave an unconcerned shrug that caused him to wince in pain. "This is nothing, I'll just waste her time."

“Crow, your arm is broken,” Jessi said, crossing her arms. “You won’t waste her time. If that doesn’t get fixed soon, it’ll heal weird and you won’t be able to use it. If you can’t use it, you can’t fly. Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but I think flying is something you would like to keep doing.”

 

[Rose Quartz]

Toby nodded. “I-I think so,” he said. He frowned, watching her with concern. “Are you okay?” He asked. He tried to refrain from flinching as her hand gently touched his face, but his eyes still squeezed shut.

"Of course I'm fine." She said, dismissing his concern. "You're the one who's hurt." She frowned back at the open wound. "You're sure you don't want me to heal it?" She paused for a moment looking back at his face, wondering if she should know what his powers were, and if it would be strange for her to ask.

 

[Rose Quartz]

“Crow, your arm is broken,” Jessi said, crossing her arms. “You won’t waste her time. If that doesn’t get fixed soon, it’ll heal weird and you won’t be able to use it. If you can’t use it, you can’t fly. Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but I think flying is something you would like to keep doing.”

Alice's attention was partly divided between Toby and Jessi, who had found another person who was hurt.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Wolfram grinned down at her, eyes lighting up at her smile. He took it as a beacon of hope, that maybe, just maybe, his words had changed whatever she had been thinking about doing.

"No problem." He responded quietly, his grin fading into a slight smile. There was several moments of silence where he just looked at her, wondering if he'd actually seen her genuinely smile like that before. Then he realized that he was staring, and looked away quickly. He cleared his throat, attempting to stuff his hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt, but finding that they were mostly inexistent.

It was a moment before he dared to look at her again. "You gonna be alright, Dyn?"

While she smiled, Bleddyn was going through everything Wolfram had done for her.

He’d carried her, unconscious, all the way home after their first Pure confrontation.
He’d pulled Mapleshade’s knife out of her leg and talked her back to sanity in that van.
He’d dragged her out of the underground catacombs.
He’d taken a knife meant for her in the following fight.
He’d bargained with Mapleshade for her life.
He’d signed for her to be treated in the Multitude’s healing center.
He’d complimented her in that s t u p i d sweater.
He'd argued with her over the speed of pizza consumption.
He’d punched her in the face when she goaded him into it.
He’d consoled her in the Davis's kitchen when they realized they’d lost Tayn and Thomas.
He’d driven her to school, despite the looming threat her father had posed.
He’d opened up to her in the bank’s parking lot.
He’d tracked her father down when he disappeared beneath the rubble.
He’d held her after she’d killed her father with a power she would’ve died to have.
He’d gone down with her into the abyss she created.
He’d pulled her out when she wanted her father’s grave to be hers.
He’d tried to stop her from returning to the fight, albeit like a moron.
He’d torn Mapleshade’s fatal attention away from her in the ring of fire.
And this. Right now.

In fact, of spite of what she’d sworn earlier, maybe life debts shouldn’t be forgotten.

Before she could overthink this, Bleddyn surged up on her toes.
She kissed his cheek, right on a bruise’s shiny center.
When she pulled away, the spicy tangs of both sweat and blood had her lips tingling.
“Think so.“
Then she took off like the word fatigue wasn’t in her dictionary.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

(Sorry it took so long to reply, I just got home from choir practice)
"Well, I'm glad you're not hurt." Lachlan said, still smiling, but innerly was terrified. What if his mom isn't an inhuman, but a Pure? Or a dead Pure, at that? "Alec, could you tell me her name? Or maybe what she looks like? Ya'know, hair color, eye color?" He asked, noticing how intent the boy was. His voice was curt, as though trained to be that way from a young age, and his eyes seemed... Almost emotionless, and yet there was such a familiar look to them. Weird.

(Don't worry, my internet was out all night anyway.)

Lily sat up, letting the sand of her gun fall to the floor of the van, her green eyes narrowed as she watched the boys reaction intently.
His pale brows had drawn together, confusion clearly etched on the pale face. He blinked once the entire time he stared at Lachlan, and that was it, his eyes never once leaving Lachlan's face. "You don't know who she is?" He asked, bemusement clear in both voice and body language. "How could you not?"
"Well, we don't know everyone, sweetie," Lily murmured, finally speaking. "What's her name?"
Alec turned his startling gaze on her for a brief moment, then at Lachlan again. "Mapleshade. Don't you know?"

 

[RiverStorm]

(Don't worry, my internet was out all night anyway.)

Lily sat up, letting the sand of her gun fall to the floor of the van, her green eyes narrowed as she watched the boys reaction intently.
His pale brows had drawn together, confusion clearly etched on the pale face. He blinked once the entire time he stared at Lachlan, and that was it, his eyes never once leaving Lachlan's face. "You don't know who she is?" He asked, bemusement clear in both voice and body language. "How could you not?"
"Well, we don't know everyone, sweetie," Lily murmured, finally speaking. "What's her name?"
Alec turned his startling gaze on her for a brief moment, then at Lachlan again. "Mapleshade. Don't you know?"

"Oh... My god." Lachlan whispered, smile fading as his brows shot up quickly. "Mapleshade had a son...?" He shook his head, sitting down at the edge of the car's seat. She was evil, but we possibly just orphaned a child. A very young child. Wolfram never said she had a son. His mouth opened searching for the right words, but couldn't seem to find them. "Alec,--" He began, his voice strong, but still with a sweet undertone. "--You need to very brave right now. Your mother was an inhuman, but she didn't want to be. So she found a poison, an Antihero, and did anything to get it. But it would've killed her, and over half the population of the world. She thought we had it, but we didn't. When she found it, and used it, it didn't work. So she brought her Pure, and you, here. Still thinking we had it, she attacked." He stopped, not knowing how to put the last part of his explanation. "I'm sorry, Alec. A fire broke out, and she fell into it. No one... Could've done anything." He murmured, wincing at his own blunt words. I hate this. I hate this so much.
"Do-- Do you know your father? Who he is, or have any older siblings?" Lachlan asked, racking his brain for what to do. Wait, wait, wait. Wasn't Mapleshade obsessed with Wolfram's dad, isn't that what Mom said? What was his name... Michael?
Why... Oh.
His mouth went slack with possible realization. Oh crud, if I'm right.