Papa, if you see this,
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Thread Topic: Papa, if you see this,
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Leaving here was their best option, but what if Rithe got shot? He wouldn't forgive himself.
But then again, if more of them came back this time...Marcus couldn't handle an army. God, what did they have to do?
"I don't know. I don't know."
He sat on a nearby chair, wrapping his head in his hands. Maybe it wasn't that hard, either they were gonna die or survive this madness. -
Rithe shook her head slowly, narrowing her eyes, which were still trained on her knife.
"You can leave me, Marcus. I'm slow and I can't do anything. I hold you back, and I know there are things you could do to save yourself, but you don't do them for my sake. Even now. You could probably get out of this city just fine with your abilities. Go ahead." she murmured, and though she knew it was only right to let him go so he could live and get away, she still felt anguish in her chest at the thought of being left alone with nothing but a terrified civilian for company, dying with no one she truly knew anywhere around to lessen the pain. She stared at the knife, avoiding eye contact. -
Marcus raised his head and stared at Rithe.
"Are you serious? It's impossible!"
He got up and walked up to her and sat down.
"I...."
He what? He wasn't still sure of his feelings. He just knew that he couldn't stand knowing she was hurt.
"...can't do this. Don't talk about it again." -
Rithe winced, gritting her teeth.
"Don't feel obligated to stay with me. I honestly don't even need you here." she growled, pushing much further than she'd meant to. That was a lie. She needed him. She'd be dead the moment he was gone. And even if she lived, she'd be lonely. She'd regret it. She didn't give him time to respond before she got up and walked over to where the lady sat, watching them like they were her OTP from a soap opera she adored. She crouched next to her, examing her ankle carefully.
"You said you can see energies." she mumbled, trying to change the subject she'd brought up herself. "What do I look like, then?" -
"I don't know."
Heck if he could tell. He could see and feel energies, but other than the obvious anger and pain others were vague.
"If you say so, then...I will leave you alone as soon as we get out of this mess. Don't even talk about me leaving you two right now. It won't happen."
Soon, this place was gonna turn into a hell. But before all that, it was "good" to know that all his stupidity, which he called protectiveness, meant no s--- to her. It wasn't her fault...she was just tired of him. Tired of his bossiness. Tired of his face. -
Rithe was surprised to find that she felt disappointed by his answer. She shook her head and sat back, satisfied that the bandages were secured tightly. She stared at the floor now, eyes shut tight. That was what she wanted. When he left, she couldn't drag him down anymore. That was good.
"So stop being p---- ." she muttered darkly to herself before turning to face him again, making her tired eyes open wide and assume an alert, determined expression.
"Okay." she said with a nod. "For now, then. We can't stay here. But she's in no condition to be running around out there. I don't know what to do about it. Even if we had a legitimate hospital to take her to, it'd take weeks for her to rehabilitate, and we simply don't have that. So I guess we need to figure this out first."
I hate myself for this lack of ability to think of how to find Rithe's ability. She could totally heal this chick's leg, but I have no idea how to do this, and she's not just gonna start singing out of nowhere. xD I'm really sorry, but I'm trying, just so you know. -
(I forgot. What happens when she sings?)
"We can't leave her here, so we're gonna stay here."
Marcus said, getting up.
"I'll go take a look."
He walked out of the room without waiting for a response. There was a lot going on in him, but it was no time for them now...
Everything was the same. Gunfires. Screams.
There was a window on the wall. Just taking a look wouldn't be dangerous, would it?
He cleaned the dust on the window. The only thing he could see in the darkness was a group of soldiers, about 20 of them, walking.....this way.
"Oh no."
He rushed upstairs, opening the door and locking it.
"They're coming." He said, panting. -
x3 Depending on the tone of the song, it can be general destruction, she can give people a feel of poisoning, paralysis, exhaustion.. Slight phyiscal pains.. or she could heal or cause a feel of calm. Although singing also hurts and fatiques her.
Rithe felt herself getting ready to scream. Why? Why the hell were they so relentless with this? Marcus, Rithe, and a random lady from the street. Three people. Did it matter that much?
"Well.. killing a bunch of them probably didn't help our situation.." she muttered. "We should probably do something about that. I'll look for another book." she said with a nervous chuckle, and stood up. -
It doesn't let me submit my post. Funny is how it doesn't even contain a cuss word.
Should I email it to you? Only this post. -
I tried changing many of my words and it didn't still work e.e
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Um.. email it to taiyromaru@gmail.com
My normal email is still acting up with your emails. ewe -
Ok.
I feel like killing someone -.- -
Yeah, I know. I hate it. e-e Can't even say Nuna's nickname.
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He's really screwed up.
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Yeah, I know.
Rithe stared blankly at Marcus, lying on the floor. The soldiers appeared to be out. All of them. That was well enough, but..
"Hey, Marcus? You alright?" she murmured, inching closer to him, and crouching down next to him. "Are you hurt?"
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