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The Fabled Ones (1x1 with Dragonsoul)
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → The Fabled Ones (1x1 with Dragonsoul)Trauma let a sigh of relief as the world around them changed. They now seemed to be much farther away. Fallow slammed her spear through the body of a demon that had somehow teleported with them (the demon had probably made contact at last second). He stared, wide-eyed at her. "Meant for killing mostly demons and humans," she responded nonchalantly, scanning the area. "There's... got to be something around here," he murmured. He didn't know the area, and the others could probably say the same. The twins simply nodded, in sync, and began to walk straight ahead. Trauma, having the most energy, picked up Abeline's unconscious body and followed.
Fallow collapsed on the park bench, her heart racing uncontrollably. Trauma sat Abeline down next to Fallow, his lips pursed in deep thought. "Will you be alright?" He asked tonelessly. "With some rest," Fallow replied, looking over at Abeline. They all worried about her health, but none of them said anything. Marshall bent next to Abeline, shaking her arm lightly. "Please wake up..." he murmured, checking for fatal injuries (which they had already done).
Then suddenly it stopped.
Silence.
Her heaving ceased.
And then one large, juddering breath was suddenly pulled into her lungs. Her eyes snapped open, and her tongue flicked out and swiped across her lips. "Where am I?" She asked groggily. Her head was spinning and aching and pounding, pounding, pounding.
"Fallow, no. We're not taking the violent approach again. We tried that before and it didn't work, remember?" Marshall countered sternly. "Right. Yeah. Good idea." She smiled, standing up and looking over at Abeline.
"Chin up, Fallow," he muttered. She nodded, straightening her posture and readjusting her composure.
"I don't know. The noble demons... they're a bit more complicated. I believe few demons have the ability to influence humans, or mind-control them... we're not sure how it works," Fallow muttered.
"Are they able to sense you?" Trauma asked, his eyebrows knitted in concern. Marshall hesitated, but tediously shook his head, "Our best option now is to just hide in plain sight. Unless you have any other suggestions."
"We probably shouldn't stick out in the open, though. A house or something should be good enough, right?" Trauma butted in. Upon seeing the twins' confused looks, he quickly elaborated, "A shelter."
"The demons don't know of our whereabouts right now. We should be able to wander freely, for a bit at least... Assuming they'll send in single demons or try to spread out their units, we should be find even if one or two demons find us," Trauma murmured, putting the hood of his cloak on in order to cover his ears.
"We should get moving, though. Trauma and I look a bit too... fantastical to be out in public for long," Fallow muttered, looking warily to the side.
"They'll probably just keep their mouths shut. Maybe take us as cosplayers," Trauma assured softly, only to confusion from the twins.
Her smile faded.
"So... while we have this time, what should we do? I mean, we have no money. All my money was in my bag that I was carrying around, and I have on idea where that went. There wasn't a lot in there, but probably enough to buy a burger for all of us. I don't like to spend money in the cities and towns." She shrugged. "Well, we can't now. So... what should we do?"