«We Could Be Legends»

[HeavensHens88]

Brisa opened the car door as Jenna arrived, carefully placing Sherri on the seat as she stepped out onto the uneven ground. “Where’s Connor?” She asked, noticing the big wolf’s absence.

Don't promise that, Bleddyn! No one is ok, half the city is most likely dead!
But somehow Wolfram couldn't bring himself to say anything, only look at River with a expression that could only be described as pained, "just wait, Brisa. He'll come," he huffed, tugging absentmindedly at the hem of his sweatshirt, "not all wolves are as fast as River, and he ran after Mapleshade with me. He's probably just tired..." I hope.

Brisa nodded, her eyes skirting over the strained look on his face before she glanced away toward the way they had come, shielding her eyes from the sun as she watched for anyone coming. Something felt off to her.

River resisted the urge to sigh with relief at the news of everyone being fine. We're not out of the woods yet. And we're definitely not fine. "That's... To be expected, her being shaken. At least she can feel... Something." She shook her head, before refocusing on Wolfram. "I was thinking about that on the way here. When Firestein poured the poison on Gage, nothing but his inhuman traits dissipated, which was his wings. They melted off in a black sludge... And it happened immediately. So, unless something was wrong with the poison, we should, technically, be puddles right now."


River glanced at Ash, stupefied to see Bleddyn actually hugging her mother. "Yeah, I just passed 'em up. Connor and Misty will be here in no time." She assured Ash and Brisa.
Her head swung around as Lachlan and Finlay lept out of Jenna's van, slowly walking to their mother in sullen silence, and meeting her open embrace for several moments before backing off.
She, again, whirled as Camilla slid out of Wolfram's car, her expression scarily blank, and sided up with her aunt mutely.
~
"So... Maple-whatever set off the key? Is something wrong with it...? It hasn't affected any of us yet." Finlay asked no one in particular, but was glancing between River and Wolfram expectantly, knowing that, in this situation, they were more or less the leaders in the angsty rag-tag group.

Wolfram glanced between River, Lachlan, Finlay and Camilla, feeling a stab of sympathy for the terrified girl. "Something must be wrong with it," he answered Finlay, turning to him slowly, "your mother says that when Firestein poured the poison on Gage's wings, they melted off instantly. So, if the poison really was working correctly...that means that we would be dead right now. But..." His frown deepened, "Mapleshade didn't pour the poison directly on us like Firestein did with Gage. So it could still kill us, but will take longer to work. But that doesn't make sense, seeing as it's most likely the same poison Firestein used..." He looked at River almost expectantly.
"But if the poison actually isn't working properly, what's causing it to act up? Maybe my mother added something to it to stop it from killing Inhumans? But why would she do that if she worked so hard on it?" To many questions, not enough time, not enough answers.

Ash recovered from the initial shock of her daughter's embrace and gave Bleddyn a mischievous grin once she pulled away. "I'm not gonna let you forget you just did that."
Bleddyn's expression darkened quickly as her cheeks flushed. "You wouldn't dare."
Ash shrugged, not looking for a confrontation with her easily riled daughter, and turned to Wolfram. "The only person who we'd be able to get the real answers from is your mom," she pointed out quietly, tugging her mind away from the absent wolves and dragging herself to sensible peace. "But since we can't do that, the best route to take from here is to live like we're still on borrowed time."

 

[Amer]

Wolfram glanced between River, Lachlan, Finlay and Camilla, feeling a stab of sympathy for the terrified girl. "Something must be wrong with it," he answered Finlay, turning to him slowly, "your mother says that when Firestein poured the poison on Gage's wings, they melted off instantly. So, if the poison really was working correctly...that means that we would be dead right now. But..." His frown deepened, "Mapleshade didn't pour the poison directly on us like Firestein did with Gage. So it could still kill us, but will take longer to work. But that doesn't make sense, seeing as it's most likely the same poison Firestein used..." He looked at River almost expectantly.
"But if the poison actually isn't working properly, what's causing it to act up? Maybe my mother added something to it to stop it from killing Inhumans? But why would she do that if she worked so hard on it?" To many questions, not enough time, not enough answers.

Sherri shifted back into a human. She studied her nails. Wolfram's mom doesn't sound like that. She sounds nice. And not like a big chemistry genius either. Maybe my theory's wrong, but it should sound comforting... "Maybe your mom didn't make the poison, Wolfram. Maybe someone else did." Her words sped up, before anyone could interrupt or contradict her. "Maybe, maybe she got it somehow, and changed it so they couldn't use it for bad. Maybe that's why she's dead. She fought against the Pure." Or at least, that's what I want to think.
(Yesh I know every word of this theory is wrong but how could anyone know? )

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Ash recovered from the initial shock of her daughter's embrace and gave Bleddyn a mischievous grin once she pulled away. "I'm not gonna let you forget you just did that."
Bleddyn's expression darkened quickly as her cheeks flushed. "You wouldn't dare."
Ash shrugged, not looking for a confrontation with her easily riled daughter, and turned to Wolfram. "The only person who we'd be able to get the real answers from is your mom," she pointed out quietly, tugging her mind away from the absent wolves and dragging herself to sensible peace. "But since we can't do that, the best route to take from here is to live like we're still on borrowed time."

Sherri shifted back into a human. She studied her nails. Wolfram's mom doesn't sound like that. She sounds nice. And not like a big chemistry genius either. Maybe my theory's wrong, but it should sound comforting... "Maybe your mom didn't make the poison, Wolfram. Maybe someone else did." Her words sped up, before anyone could interrupt or contradict her. "Maybe, maybe she got it somehow, and changed it so they couldn't use it for bad. Maybe that's why she's dead. She fought against the Pure." Or at least, that's what I want to think.
(Yesh I know every word of this theory is wrong but how could anyone know? )

"She did fight against them. She worked for the Multitude," Wolfram turned to the shifter with a scathing glare, "but from everything they've told us, she's the one who made it. You might be right, but the information we've acquired proves you at least semi-wrong," he sighed, turning back to Ash. "You're right. She was the only one who could answer that..." To late for that now.
He glanced down the road, hoping for a sight of the two absent wolves, "right. Let's just hope these two show up soon."

 

[Thing2]

"She did fight against them. She worked for the Multitude," Wolfram turned to the shifter with a scathing glare, "but from everything they've told us, she's the one who made it. You might be right, but the information we've acquired proves you at least semi-wrong," he sighed, turning back to Ash. "You're right. She was the only one who could answer that..." To late for that now.
He glanced down the road, hoping for a sight of the two absent wolves, "right. Let's just hope these two show up soon."

Only half listening to their conversation, Brisa stepped over to and sat on a nearby boulder, her skirt flaring out on either side of her. Sighing, she rested her chin in her hands and continued to watch the road for about another minute before the sun’s brightness overcame her and she had to close her eyes, internally upbraiding herself for forgetting her glasses.

 

[HoodedHuntress]

(My bad for not having been here ya'll. Life has been pretty hectic lately.)

 

[Thing2]

(My bad for not having been here ya'll. Life has been pretty hectic lately.)

(That’s all good!)

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Mapleshade watched with a strange look of malevolent satisfaction as the city collasped, taking trees, bushes, cars and people with it as they crashed.
She hauled herself onto a pile of fallen houses, and beckoned to some of the Pure member's on the ground, "come, now. Let's not follow the boy just yet. We will wait for him. He'll come, trust me," she smiled, revealing sharp fangs, her eye glittering.


•••~•••


Wolfram gave up any hope of calming himself, instead paced sharp circles, repeatedly scanning the road for any sign of Connor. He'll come. He was right behind us.
"Should...should someone go look for him?"

 

[HeavensHens88]

Wolfram gave up any hope of calming himself, instead paced sharp circles, repeatedly scanning the road for any sign of Connor. He'll come. He was right behind us.
"Should...should someone go look for him?"

At this mention of her husband's yawning absence, Ash kept her reoccurring concern stifled. "Don't forget Misty. And they'll be here soon," she assured calmly, at the same time forcing herself to accept that her shivering was from late autumn's chill.

Bleddyn motioned toward the aforementioned blonde wolf as she gracefully wheeled into view. The appearance of Misty alone was just unsettling enough to have her teeth discreetly grind into her lip for a fleeting moment. "Or you can just ask her where he is."

(Haha @MysticChocobo bam)

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

At this mention of her husband's yawning absence, Ash kept her reoccurring concern stifled. "Don't forget Misty. And they'll be here soon," she assured calmly, at the same time forcing herself to accept that her shivering was from late autumn's chill.

Bleddyn motioned toward the aforementioned blonde wolf as she gracefully wheeled into view. The appearance of Misty alone was just unsettling enough to have her teeth discreetly grind into her lip for a fleeting moment. "Or you can just ask her where he is."

(Haha @MysticChocobo bam)

One glance in Bleddyn's direction was all it took for Wolfram to realize who she was indicating to. A stab of fear shot through him, and for a moment he had a thought that Misty may have injured or even killed Connor. She wouldn't do that... She's insane, sure, but they trust her! But I trusted Mapleshade, didn't I? I trusted Lily, didn't I? Look where that got me.
"Where is Connor, Misty?" He hissed as the wolf approached them, his voice cold, "where is he?"

 

[Thing2]

Mapleshade watched with a strange look of malevolent satisfaction as the city collasped, taking trees, bushes, cars and people with it as they crashed.
She hauled herself onto a pile of fallen houses, and beckoned to some of the Pure member's on the ground, "come, now. Let's not follow the boy just yet. We will wait for him. He'll come, trust me," she smiled, revealing sharp fangs, her eye glittering.


•••~•••


Wolfram gave up any hope of calming himself, instead paced sharp circles, repeatedly scanning the road for any sign of Connor. He'll come. He was right behind us.
"Should...should someone go look for him?"

At this mention of her husband's yawning absence, Ash kept her reoccurring concern stifled. "Don't forget Misty. And they'll be here soon," she assured calmly, at the same time forcing herself to accept that her shivering was from late autumn's chill.

Bleddyn motioned toward the aforementioned blonde wolf as she gracefully wheeled into view. The appearance of Misty alone was just unsettling enough to have her teeth discreetly grind into her lip for a fleeting moment. "Or you can just ask her where he is."

(Haha @MysticChocobo bam)

One glance in Bleddyn's direction was all it took for Wolfram to realize who she was indicating to. A stab of fear shot through him, and for a moment he had a thought that Misty may have injured or even killed Connor. She wouldn't do that... She's insane, sure, but they trust her! But I trusted Mapleshade, didn't I? I trusted Lily, didn't I? Look where that got me.
"Where is Connor, Misty?" He hissed as the wolf approached them, his voice cold, "where is he?"

Brisa lifted her head at the she-wolf’s arrival, her heart sinking when she realized that her aunt was alone. Taken aback by Wolfram’s confrontation, she jumped to her feet. What does he think he’s suggesting? She thought, an anxious flicker of fear and anger lighting inside her.