Thread wars! V2

[GoodNar]

Gigi continued hopping around the tree limbs to find the growl until she heard one last growl before there was no more. She kept approachin where it had stopped until she got closer to The Meta.

[brunsmeier]

The Meta sighed softly, and rubbed his side. He was tired. He hadn't slept in days, fearing that they would attack him again. Fear, something he hadn't felt in a long time...

[GoodNar]

Gigi then suddenly falls through the trees and lands gracefully on the ground, in front of The Meta. "Ah, you!" Gigi said, surprised. "What are you doing here? Aren't you tired? Those wounds look pretty bad." Gigi offers a hand again to him.

[brunsmeier]

The Meta stands up, using the tree for support. The Meta growls slowly, not able to answer the questions. He holds up two fingers, and nods. Saying he was answering the second question.

[GoodNar]

Gigi nods and sighs. "You sure don't give up. Now what? You don't seem you want much help or can talk at the moment."

[brunsmeier]

The Meta sighs. He guessed he'd have to get used to her asking him questions, she probably wasn't used to talking to someone who couldn't talk back. He shrugged in response to her question.

[AyanaN]

(Sorry I poofed, what's happened?)

[GoodNar]

[We left the fire and into the woods. The Meta's pretty much beaten from something.]

Gigi looked away. "Sorry for the questions but... They're the only things that are keeping me alive right now."

[brunsmeier]

The Meta growled softly, indicating that is was fine. He was used to being asked questions he couldn't answer.

[GoodNar]

Without another word, Gigi walks back to the ruined city, gun-blade being easily tossed in her hand.