«We Could Be Legends»

Bleddyn literally crawled into the living room, defeated, and defeated violently so.
It was even too much of an effort to go grab a glass of water to wash the bad taste out of her mouth. Her whole world still spun mercilessly, everything and everyone rippling into a distorted blur of their original shape whenever directly glanced at.
Bleddyn's head was so overcome by painful static now that it seemed miraculous that her ears were even still picking up outside clamor. No person was an individual with an identity to her now; rather, they all were one massive contributor of noxious noise.
"What thegunsthe what...what the.....skateboard pavement- the ow what thosethings they crap there put in that them owww." But once the pandemonistic echoes began roaring back, she was regretting even having uttered anything at all.
Additionally, perhaps that overzealous joyride hadn't been the best idea after her system was still fighting an involuntary war against alien substances.

With a croaking moan, she flopped down onto an unoccupied couch, and sufficiently buried herself into a pillow.

Wolfram whipped around, his grief forgotten momentarily in confusion. Then he relized..."Bleddyn!"He gasped softly, steeping closer to her."What happened to you? Can I get you anything?"He asked gently, concerned.Mm, get concerned over this girl that attacked you, but snap at everyone else who was kind? Smart, dude, smart.

"Bleddyn, you okay there?" Lachlan said, sidestepping closer to the couch.

"Man, are you ok?" Sherri asked. Emily looked a bit concerned as she saw Bleddyn's decript form.


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Peter flinched rather violently at the sudden collapse of Bleddyn upon the couch he was sitting on. He considered teleporting away, but there really was no where to go, and it might seem rude. So, Peter continued to sit rigidly on the couch, wishing he could melt into the cushions.
 
Bleddyn was way too out of it to even recognize the first voice and get healthily fired up by it with a good dose of illogical rage.
She just disintegrated further into the couch.
Wolfram put a hand on her shoulder gently."Get some sleep, it'll help you feel better."He murmured gently.WHY WOLFRAM, WHY?
 
"Come on, Mom. I wasn't even in the fight." Camilla whined.

"That's not what I heard." she said exhausted frustration lacing her words.

"Sorry River." she said calmly, and rubbed a hand over her face. "Did Gage call you?" She asked.

"It's fine. He did, and explained everything to me, and I have spoke to Lachlan." River said coolly. "I had thought Alice had spoke to you and assumed Camilla talked to you." She nearly said 'On the phone' but she didn't knowing Tayn would burst with annoy-ment since the girls should talk to her in person.

"Fine, I gave a few words but I wasn't one of the ones throwing punches." Camilla muttered, annoyed. Why does she always do this?

Tayn sighed. Talking to River she said "So it wasn't a big deal then?" Both Alice and Camilla stood inside defiantly.

Another figure came up behind Tayn and tapped her on the shoulder. "Is my daughter here? I think she and I need to have a little talk." Mikki asked as she landed on the front porch.

Oh no, Brisa thought, I recognize that voice. That's Mom. She face palmed and began to die a little inside. I can't WAIT for this.
(I might have to go soon, so don't be surprised if I do or don't post for a while. :) )

"Mikki! hi, I don't know I haven't actually gone in, but it sounds like there are a lot of kids in there so maybe."

"Man, are you ok?" Sherri asked. Emily looked a bit concerned as she saw Bleddyn's decrepit form.


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Tayn hadn't noticed Bleddyn stagger back into the living room. but the concern in Emilys voice made her look back over her shoulder from talking to Mikki.
 
Bleddyn was way too out of it to even recognize the first voice and get healthily fired up by it with a good dose of illogical rage.
She just disintegrated further into the couch.
Alice had seen Dyn as she quickly awkwardly staggered through the kitchen, she looked really pale and almost unaware of anyone else in the room.

"mom, Dyn looks really sick." She said and followed her into the living room.

Wolfram was trying to make her feel better.

"Leave her alone." Alice said sitting between Dyn and Peter, taking up more room on the couch. "Dyn?" She didn't ask if she was ok, she obviously wasn't.
 
Jessi didn't notice Bleddyn stumbling into the kitchen. "I'm going to go home. It's getting dark and I don't want to fly home alone when it gets later than this." She said and stood up. "Night guys!" She walked out and started flying to Toby's apartment. When she got there she unlocked the door and entered. She saw a pile of person and dog curled up on the sofa. "You awake?" Jessi asked as she got a drink of water from the kitchen. Toby made a strange grumbling noise and pulled the blanket over his head. She made a grilled cheese sandwich and sat down on the sofa next to him. "What're you watching?" She asked. He grumbled again. "Interesting name for a movie."
 
Peter flinched rather violently at the sudden collapse of Bleddyn upon the couch he was sitting on. He considered teleporting away, but there really was no where to go, and it might seem rude. So, Peter continued to sit rigidly on the couch, wishing he could melt into the cushions.

"Mikki! hi, I don't know I haven't actually gone in, but it sounds like there are a lot of kids in there so maybe."


Tayn hadn't noticed Bleddyn stagger back into the living room. but the concern in Emily's voice made her look back over her shoulder from talking to Mikki.
Mikki noticed a very beat up looking Bleddyn lying defeated on the couch and began to scan the room for her own daughter, noticing her sitting at a table near the kitchen, trying to look as inconspicuous as she could. Mikki sighed and focused on her daughter.

Brisa noticed the boy she had seen feeding wet crows in the park sitting next to where Bleddyn had collapsed on the couch, looking about as uncomfortable as a human could be. She tried to study him without him noticing her. He looked nice, just painfully shy. But so was she at times. She was debating whether or not to go and very awkwardly say hi to him when she felt a force begin lifting her from her seat. Goodness, Mom! In front of everybody, really? She thought, exasperated, and dropped all her weight in an attempt to stay seated. But, as usual, she failed, and attempted to maintain her dignity as Mikki lifted Brisa across the room and set her daughter down in front of her.
 
Looking back to the whole situation, eyes wide in shock, Fritz couldn't believe what he just witnessed. He tried to process it all, but he couldn't. He could just, watch, in utter disbelief. "You're good Fritz, you're alive". He finally convinced himself to look away after the authorities dispersed and left only police tape twisting in the wind and rain remaining. Fritz looked at his phone, "5:06, Dad's gonna kill me." He made his way to the apartment him and his dad rented out for as long as Fritz could remember. It wasn't in the uppity section of town, some might even call it the "bad part", but it was all his dad could afford. Being an electrician doesn't pay much. Turning down his street the wind began to pick up and drove the rain harder against his face. But it didn't bother him, even though he hated water, he was just numb to his surroundings. Walking up the concrete steps, he stomped his boots on the doormat, it hit him,
He just witnessed someone die.
He stood in the pouring rain for a moment, trying to collect himself before he faced his father. Opening the door, Fritz's father, Breyer, stood there looking down on him.
"It's 5:30. Where were you?", Breyer asked. "I... I was in the park.", Fritz responded nervously. "I hope he hasn't seen the news yet."
"I made dinner, you're favorite, beef barley soup. It's probably cold by now though.", Breyer said easing his gaze. "I'm not really hungry...", mumbled Fritz. "Are you sure about that?", questioned Breyer. "Um, yeah...", said Fritz. He swallowed nervously, hoping Breyer wouldn't notice how nervous he was. "Son, what's wrong?", Breyer further questioned, blocking the stairwell. "Nothing, dad.", Fritz protested, getting visibly ticked off. "You can talk to me, what's wrong?", Breyer asked, walking closer to Fritz. "Nothing, dad! Nothing is wrong!", Fritz yelled. He ducked under his father's arm, but before he could make a getaway to the sanctuary of his room Breyer grabbed the back of his shirt. With a sudden flash of intense heat, the handrail he was holding on to burnt to a crisp, barely missing his father. Breyer glanced at the charred handrail, then listened to the smoke alarms beeping and the family dog, Nash, barking at all the commotion. "Go to your room...", Breyer sighed, slowly turning away to clean up his son's mess. An emotional trainwreck, Fritz walked up to his room, locked the door, and sat down on his bed. Today had been awful and he just wanted it to be over. He pulled out his phone to see no notifications, as usual. He tried to look up articles from what happened at the park... "No connection? Dad must've turned off the WiFi..." Giving up facing the pain of the day, Fritz laid down to close his eyes and felt sleep's silent bliss creeping closer.
Fritz walked along the crosswalk on his way home for dinner after narrowly escaping all that chaos in the park. It started to rain again but so he put a little spring in his step. Suddenly a car appeared in his peripheral vision barrelling towards him with no intentions of slowing down. Trying to run out of the way, Fritz looked down to see his feet sinking into the asphalt beneath him. Trying to pull his feet free the car continued to speed closer... "No. Nonono. NOOOOOOO."
*beep beep beep beep*
Fritz woke up in a cold sweat trying to gather himself. He shut off his alarm. "It was just a dream...", he mumbled almost as if he was trying to reassure himself that he was still alive. Climbing out of bed he rubbed his face and grumbled. He pulled out his phone, 9:49. He overslept, big time. Although he didn't necessarily care, he was going to be in huge trouble from his fight with dad last night. Changing his clothes, he opened his door and began to creep downstairs hoping that he could sneak out without Breyer noticing. He glanced over where the handrail used to be, "Dad must've cleaned it up last night."
Nash came running up, wagging his tail and yipping excitedly. Fritz knew it was no use now. "Hey Nasher.", Fritz said bending down to rub his tummy. Breyer came out from the kitchen and glanced over at Fritz. "Good morning.", Breyer mumbled, "I got a job today. Remember to walk Nash and PLEASE stay out of trouble." Fritz didn't look up from Nash when he responded, "Yeah, okay." "I can't believe he hasn't blown up at me yet."
He clipped the leash to Nash's collar and opened the door, taking in the crisp cool morning air. "C'mon bud.", he called.
For most of the walk Fritz's mind had been elsewhere, mostly replaying the events of yesterday. Thinking of ways he could've saved that kid.
Towards the end of their walk they passed by River's house when a squirrel caught Nash's sight. Slipping out of Fritz's grip Nash bolted off after the squirrel. "...love you too, dog.", he sighed chasing after him. (Anyone wanna help him?)
 
Fritz walked along the crosswalk on his way home for dinner after narrowly escaping all that chaos in the park. It started to rain again but so he put a little spring in his step. Suddenly a car appeared in his peripheral vision barrelling towards him with no intentions of slowing down. Trying to run out of the way, Fritz looked down to see his feet sinking into the asphalt beneath him. Trying to pull his feet free the car continued to speed closer... "No. Nonono. NOOOOOOO."
*beep beep beep beep*
Fritz woke up in a cold sweat trying to gather himself. He shut off his alarm. "It was just a dream...", he mumbled almost as if he was trying to reassure himself that he was still alive. Climbing out of bed he rubbed his face and grumbled. He pulled out his phone, 9:49. He overslept, big time. Although he didn't necessarily care, he was going to be in huge trouble from his fight with dad last night. Changing his clothes, he opened his door and began to creep downstairs hoping that he could sneak out without Breyer noticing. He glanced over where the handrail used to be, "Dad must've cleaned it up last night."
Nash came running up, wagging his tail and yipping excitedly. Fritz knew it was no use now. "Hey Nasher.", Fritz said bending down to rub his tummy. Breyer came out from the kitchen and glanced over at Fritz. "Good morning.", Breyer mumbled, "I got a job today. Remember to walk Nash and PLEASE stay out of trouble." Fritz didn't look up from Nash when he responded, "Yeah, okay." "I can't believe he hasn't blown up at me yet."
He clipped the leash to Nash's collar and opened the door, taking in the crisp cool morning air. "C'mon bud.", he called.
For most of the walk Fritz's mind had been elsewhere, mostly replaying the events of yesterday. Thinking of ways he could've saved that kid.
Towards the end of their walk they passed by River's house when a squirrel caught Nash's sight. Slipping out of Fritz's grip Nash bolted off after the squirrel. "...love you too, dog.", he sighed chasing after him. (Anyone wanna help him?)
(by morning the next day I imagine Lachlan Finley and Wolfram will be the only ones there. I'll see what I can do to wrap up saturday ASAP)
 

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