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More Than a Player (Roleplay)
Forum-Index → Roleplay → More Than a Player (Roleplay)Chael smiled, "No, no. Just taking a nap. Looks like you got yourself into a mess, I can see a bit of that red spark of yours dimming down." He continued, "So, what happened to you anyway?"
Sorrow sighed, "We got ambushed, twice. It was my last resort, we had one ally down, and everyone else was struggling. I did what I could in basic, but..."
Regret smiled softly, "Wasn't enough, huh kid?"
"Y-yeah. I took the advice you had. I told my allies to abuse any opening they saw. Which we did, and, we sorta won." Sorrow yawned, stretching slowly.
Chael chuckled, "Well, at least you're alright. You don't look too bad, I say you'll be back up within the hour."
"Fine. Incredibly stable... He'll wake up soon," One of the workers responded. "For now, we'll take both him and Tiger to the medical ward." A few others came and helped to lift Tiger and Sorrow, bringing them to two rooms in the medical ward.

Chael instantly turned his head to his father, "Your fairy? But, why?"
"She sees potential in him. I mean, he took on three bad guys at once. With powers equal to or greater than the strongest we've fought."
Meanwhile, in the real world, a swarm of fairies enveloped around Sorrow. A bright light filled the room. "I'll see you again? Right Uncle?"
Regret and Chael faded from view, a voice echoing in Sorrow's head, "Of course, kid. Just don't push yourself too hard."
Sorrow groaned, a bit sore, he slowly opened his eyes. "Ugh, where am I?"
Ayana was sitting on the corner of the table next to his bed. "Wake up sleepyhead." She laughed, "Rise and shine weirdo."
She winced as one of the workers put rubbing alcohol on the cut. "Stupid Sigma. Why bring a sword to a gunfight?" Mira growled, sighing as a bandage was put on it. "Well, we're not giving up. That sword is a key to beating one of those villains."
A woman--Alomara--stomped up to them. "Where have you been?!" She snapped at them. "I get a report that two of the heroes have been hospitalized, and I come down to find this?!"
(Maybe you could come across us in the hallway? We're all pretty battered and stuff...)
"You idiot! Don't go wandering like that!" Ayana charged after Sorrow, landing on his shoulder. "If you die, I'm not covering for you, you can explain to your Uncle why you're dead!"
"This wouldn't have even been a problem if you hadn't gone," She growled. "We gave you space in this base to recover and train. We said nothing of challenging the villains."
Sorrow winced, his nerves were still wound, every muscle in his body stung. "Gyargh!" He coughed, "Could you, perhaps ease up a bit?" He said, straining.