«We Could Be Legends»

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Camilla let the ice fall to the ground. She glanced around, she wanted to say something but... She had never been strong at comforting people. "You'll find out, I'm sure. And they gave us their name... 'The Pure'."
Wolfram sighed."I don't know...." He muttered.
 
Peter had dragged Grace the short distance to the others. He recognized some of them, and Grace had been with them, so it wouldn't hurt, right? "Uhm, she needs help," he muttered, trying to make his voice loud enough to be heard. "Did.. did anyone call the police or... something?"

Toby walked up to them & inspected her for injuries. "I wish I remembered to put the gauze back in my kit. It would've been very helpful." He muttered to himself. After cleaning her injuries he placed her in the recovery position. "Did she get tranqed?" He asked, looking up at Peter.
 
Wolfram's pupils slitted, almost dissapering completly. Pain jolted through him, and then a thawed, like ice on a summer day."What...."He looked at her, feeling the wound."Did you just....?"He kept his voice low."Do you just...heal me?"
She looked away uncomfortably. And shook her head no. She didn't want anyone to know she could do anything. She didn't want Dyn to be alone again. Different from all of her family.

(there's an adrenaline rush that comes with it by the way.)
 
She looked away uncomfortably. And shook her head no. She didn't want anyone to know she could do anything. She didn't want Dyn to be alone again. Different from all of her family.

(there's an adrenaline rush that comes with it by the way.)
(Ah, I'll just edit my last post to add that in)

Wolfram, hesitantly put a hand on her shoulder."Yes, you did."He told her."It's ok, I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to."He told her, his heart still pounding from the unexpected rush of adrenaline.
 
"I.. I don't know? Isn't it?" Peter asked, nervous now. "Didn't you guys just get attacked?" His voice dwindled as he started feeling like he had said the wrong thing.
She shrugged too tired to talk and slumped back down onto the ground.
 
Wolfram sighed."I don't know...." He muttered.
Alice slowly stood and raised a shaking hand putting it on Wolframs forearm.

"This'll make you a little.... hyper." she she whispered. Hoping no one else would hear but him.

**The cut on his head knit it self together. though still covered with wet blood, it was closed.**
Wolfram's pupils slitted, almost dissapering completly. Pain jolted through him, and then a thawed, like ice on a summer day."What...."He looked at her, feeling the wound."Did you just....?"He kept his voice low."Do you just...heal me?"
Camilla's eyes widened. "Sis, that is awesome."
 
Then from Maryella's Oddities, a two-story shop which promised 'merchantile from this world and that' produced an oddity of its own. A mermaid wheeled out in a chair, dripping wet, pale, and wielding a metal baseball bat. "What's going on?" she said, attempting bravery even ehen her voice quaivered the slightest bit
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