Maggie situated herself on one of the trees so she could have a
good view of the area. In her view was the beast, and also Charles,
who seemed to be divising his own plan. She transformed back,
letting her feet dangle in the air. The branch seemed to support
her weight. She tried summoning the makeshift knives in case the
need arises, but she still couldn't. So she watched the plan unfoil
from a safe distance, she didn't want to be hit by the log mostly.
Upon hearing that Henry watched the creature being rammed by a Log
holding Charles. The beast seemed shocked from it but recovered
quickly, grabbing the young Pilot and the log in its jaws, before
swinging him around.
Charles was definitely not having fun with this. If he let go of
the log now he would be flung halfway across the world, but waiting
for Celia or Henry seemed risky. Sure Celia could D20 it again, but
what if it hit Henry or himself?
Ralxen heard a scream from no where, but he saw a beast from far
ahead and two stick like creatures and a creature that maybe he
knows and a creature that he doesnt even recognize. He then sees a
beast that was attacking another stick men, he was shocked at what
he saw he wants to help but he needs a opening place to attack
jafjhadklfhjakfsdhlakfjhasf i still remember the time where the
mafia game was still alive
The creature roared in anger, releasing the log and Charles, who
went flying into a tree. The creature ran off to who knows
where.
"Charles! You alright?" Henry started, running to his friend's
side. The young pilot let out a groan, before nodding. Celia had
gotten out of the bush and stood by Henry as he helped Charles back
up.
"I-I'm fine-" Charles answered, a burn from the flame burst across
his face. His headphones somehow survived no damage, but his hand
had a few scratches from being flung into a tree. "H-Henry? Where
were you? We've be-"
"You're not fine." Celia interrupted him quickly, turning back to
the city "let's go back, everyone else will be worried."
"Yeah... back," Maggie said with a tinge of regret. She didn't get
time to help, nevermind the fact that her only means of self
defense wasn't consistently working. She should see if they supply
throwing knive somewhere in town, that is, if she gets used to the
noise enough to hold a conversation without wanting to leave.
"Are you sure you're hand isn't broken? With that momentum some
bones must have fractured." She asked Charles. Did stick people
even have bones though?
"W-What is broken?" Charles asked, leaning on Henry as support as
they started walking back. He did feel like a part of his body was
missing since he couldn't feel his right hand.
"Your bones...nevermind that." If Charles didn't know what bones
were, then he probably didn't have them. Something must have been
messed up though. "Is it swollen?" she asked. She wasn't a medic,
but she knew how to treat swelling due to her many past expirences
with rolled ankles and the like. She was almost positive Shift had
more expirence with treating someone, but he wasn't here right now.
"We'll probably need a medic anyway," she thought out loud. At
least nobody died in the incident, so that was a blessing.
Celia nodded, seeing the city walls in the distance. She gestured
for the others to hurry, because she was getting tired of seeing
Charles hurt like that. He probably did have broken bones and
needed assistance, fast.
"Does anyone know where the medic is?" Maggie doubted anyone here
did, which meant they probably had to ask their guide or figure it
out on their own. It couldn't hurt to ask though. She did pick up
her pace once Celia gestured to, and covered her ears in
preparation for the tidal wave of noise.
Celia followed Karlos, making sure she wasn't running so fast Henry
and Charles couldn't catch up. It must have scared the cat thing
suddenly disappearing like that. The flute beast might have been
easy to defeat and it didn't hurt anyone (maybe except that one guy
who tried to hurt Charles) but that creature? a different story.
Maggie had time think for a moment, and she decided to think about
her powers, or rather lack of them. She didn't know why she
couldn't--her aim hadn't waned--not as much as her control over her
quills at least. It was a shame though, not really world ending,
but an inconvenience to her for the time being. Could she still
shift slightly in between her forms, making her more like her old
title, The Last Harpy? "Too many questions," she thought to
herself. She would test it out if she got time alone, and at this
point it was more "when" than "if".
as ralxen was following he stopped for a moment "huh this feels
abit strange some thing about me isnt complete" Ralxen sayed
"idno man hiding seems kinda sus..." Komeiji says "oh you came back
huh" Ralxen sayed "yep and im going out again!" Komeiji says "eh
its ok, i dont really need anything" Ralxen says "ok" (komeiji
starts going away) "well time to follow them again i guess"
jafjhadklfhjakfsdhlakfjhasf i still remember the time where the
mafia game was still alive
Celia waited for the gate to open, and a angry lecture. Suddenly
leaving was definitely a risky and dangerous move, and here they
were with a badly injured Charles. Back in her Toppat times she was
the one yelling, not the one being yelled at.