Our Own Hurt (Closed/Please Delete)

[recklessgod]

Quinn(16/Shadow Manipulation/Enhanced Fighting) and Ricky(16/Shadow Manipulation/Speaks to Animals)

Ricky watched Evelynn and the newcomer. If he could turn into an animal, Ricky would be able to hear what he thought. What's his power? Ricky could pick up small snipers of thoughts, but nothing helpful. He suspected a shifter, or something of the sort. That's the only way he would be able to pick up some of his thoughts. And Ricky certainly could pick up some of his thoughts. And it was giving him a headache, because it wasn't full thoughts. Just minor words, nothing useful. Quinn looked at Ricky, who seemed to be struggling with something internally. Ricky, are you okay? When he nodded, she turned back to Rhi. Ricky has a point. What's the guys powers? She asked quietly.

[center]Austin Carter-19-Shifter/Empathy

Austin pulled his hand away when she flinched, and sat it in his lap. We have to stick together, don't we? The rebels. For a moment he sat quietly. I can hang around as a bird or something. Can anyone at the camp speak to animals? Understand what they're saying? If so, they might be able to detect me. It was a risk he was willing to take. This place was a refuge for anyone who had escaped from Precision Horizons.

[kotalicious]

Evelyn Symphony Redfern-Rebel-Visions and healing abilities- with Austin.

Evelyn looked away for a moment, thinking back to all the powers that she knew of. "Not that I know of. One of the newcomers might be able to, but they're the ones under suspicion. It wouldn't be good to ask one of them until we know its not them." she replied, turning back to look at him. Her green eyes sparkled with appreciation. "Thank you. Not a lot of people would be willing to help us."

[recklessgod]

Austin Carter-19-Shifter/Empathy

Austin smiled. Its not a problem. He laid back against a tree, holding his hands behind his head.Help out whenever you can, where ever you can. That's what I learned in the arena. They stopped putting me in the arena cause I'd talk the other person out of fighting me. He clicked his tongue. Go persuasion. I got a couple of kids out with me whenever I escaped. I'm not sure where they went afterwards. I saw one with a family. Asked him what was up. He told me he had a somewhat normal life. Austin smiled softly. I'm glad I could help him..

[gallifrey falls.]

✗ I'm going to wait for persimmon to post, just so they don't get left too far behind ^^

[kotalicious]

Evelyn Symphony Redfern-Rebel-Visions and healing abilities- with Austin.

When Austin said he managed to get kids out with him when he escaped, her heart almost stopped. She remembered when she escaped. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes. She had never truly gotten over what had happened. She turned away from him and made her hair cover her face so he couldn't see the tears that were trying to escape. "T-thats wonderful." She choked out.

[recklessgod]

Austin Carter-19-Shifter/Empathy

For a moment, Austin sat in silence. He wanted to let her think he couldn't tell she was crying, but he could feel it. Whatever was hurting her, hurt him. Anyone with empathy felt what the person they were focused on felt. He could feel her pain, but he didnt know wjat was causing it. I can feel your pain. He whispered, holding back a small, hiccuping sob. He had a stronger sense of empathy. He reacted to the feelings as well sometimes. He didn't just feel how they hurt.

[kotalicious]

Evelyn Symphony Redfern-Rebel-Visions and healing abilities- with Austin.

Evelyn wiped away her tears before turning back to him. "You can feel my...... Oh I'm so sorry. I didn't know you could do that. If I had known I wouldn't have let myself feel like that." She said, wiping away another tear. "I'm so sorry." She squeaked out again before throwing her arms around him in a hug. That's what she really needed right now, so she figured if he could feel her pain he would need a hug too.

[recklessgod]

Austin Carter-19-Shifter/Empathy

Austin wiped away his own tears which went really how own, but the feeling that Evelynn had felt-and hugged her back. Its alright. I've felt worse before. He took a deep breath to camel himself. He hadn't been hugged in a while. It felt nice

[.synthetica]

{adelaide || scientists || teleportation, enhanced strength || tagged; rhianna}

If asked later, she'd say she's sure there was a conversation before it all happened, that she said something to Rhianna and the two teens who came to join them in the forest. That she said things. But that the details would be forever lost to her, because everything that happened immediately after was... immense.

Hell broke loose in the way that it tends to - all at once, and entirely out of the blue. The conversation between them was ripped apart by three simultaneous explosions, booming and echoing out from the camp, then the crystal-clear bangs of rifles being fired. An ambush. One that neither herself or Rhianna were warned about-- which was cause for concern. The panic in her eyes was one hundred percent real as she looked to Rhianna for answers, leadership... then tore away sprinting towards the camp.

What she saw was horrific and not at all surprising. Charges had clearly been set at the bases of the biggest huts - they were shredded, debris smoldering everywhere along with the corpses of the former occupants. She managed to force herself to look away, only to see mercenaries clad in black engaged in all-out battle with the surviving mutants. There was no attempt to subdue and capture - she saw the flash of a rifle and the spray of blood as one of the rebels was shot down running, their murderer taking aim again before they even hit the ground.

Then she was spotted, and her heart stopped for a moment - then her instincts took over. She flashed over to the mercenary taking aim at her, snapped their neck... and knew that her and Rhianna needed to run. Whoever this group were, Precision or not, they wouldn't stop long enough to authorise her and her partner as allies. Maybe they weren't allies at all.

She spotted Rhianna across the battlefield, and managed to blink across to her, stumbling as she faded back in. "Rhi. Rhi! We need to go, now. Right now, you hear?" Her tone was all steel and urgency as she clasped her partner's shoulder and tugged towards the treeline Santiago and Erin were slowly but steadily retreating towards.

{santiago || rebels || terrakinesis, minor healing || tagged; erin}

Santiago wanted dearly to dissect that expression, that nervous smile and those uncertain, lovely eyes... take Erin apart and inspect each separate piece, just like he felt when Erin focused his power on him. Just as much, he wanted to put him back together and shelter him. He wanted to take the man away from it all, give him a normal life - it was a wild, near impossible dream, but Santiago knew that. He'd forgotten just how wildly his thoughts ran, when he was coming off the high the shifter's powers put upon him.

He opened his mouth to say something he'd never be able to recall later, something torn away by the chaos that erupted almost instantaneously.

He opened his mouth, and explosions went off all around them - expertly timed and definitely man-made, though that was the last thing on his mind in that moment. Though a solid sheet of rock was up almost immediately to protect him and Erin... he was too late. A bullet soared through the air and Santiago swore he could see if as if in slow motion, plowing into Erin's chest. It hit high enough for it to be lung or heart or both or neither and Santiago roared in pain he could almost feel himself. The man's name was on his lips, drowned out by the sound of rifles firing, the sound of masked mercenaries calling orders to each other, the sound of rebels crying out in pain all around.

For all his talk of leadership, in that moment Santiago made the most selfish decision in his life. The world was reduced to the man in front of him, who's life was in danger, who was his best friend, who needed to be saved, who would not die as long as Santiago was still alive. Wild swings of his arm sent boulders crushing in the chests of the enforcers, whilst the other supported nearly all of Erin's weight and all but dragged him towards where the trees grew thicker, away from the fighting, towards the desperate hope of safety. He was briefly aware of the tears streaming down his face and the immense, burning pain blossoming in his chest -- every fiber of his being cried out towards Erin.

All around, both sides were killing each other out though as always the enforcers had the advantage. Rebel after rebel fell, too many of their side traded for each mercenary... All of Santiago's work, their work, being undone right before his eyes. There was nothing left worth defending... but everything left to run for.

(boom. subtle, i hope you don't mind me dictating erin's wound like that!! hopefully it's not too life threatening for your liking c; everyone, i hope that's okay!!)

[subtle fox]

(I couldn't have written it better. Oh, this is going to be fun!)

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Name → Erin Tellan
Powers → Appearance shift,
power amplification.
Age → 26
Location → rebel camp
Tagged → Santiago
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At first, Erin thought Santiago had pushed him. Not a big push, not enough to send him sprawling, but the sort that makes you stumble, messes with your balance. Then he looked up, saw Santiago's mouth forming his name. Looked up, and that's when the truth of the situation hit him.

He'd been shot.

The sudden ringing, he realized slowly, was from the explosions. The stinging he felt on his face and bare skin was the rain of pebbles and dirt and sand; the burning rod thrust through his chest was a bullet's path, recorded within his own body. The sucking, the rattling he felt and heard with each breath was from his collapsed lung. Yes, he'd been shot.

Erin was dimly aware of Santiago's arm around him, pulling him backwards. His feet slid in the dust, trying and failing to gain traction. To help his friend carry him. But his mind and limbs were no longer connected. All he could do was stare as blood - his blood - seeped between his fingers, spread, and was absorbed, fibre by fibre, into the material of his shirt. It was almost beautiful, the slow expansion; much like watching a flower bloom, or a bubble form on the surface of a puddle. He would fall asleep, if only the unnecessary movement would cease. He didn't want to go anywhere. He wanted the rocking and tugging and feet rattling over roots to stop. If he could just sit, sink into nothingness, the pain, the pain, the pain would stop.

But it didn't. It didn't stop and it was screaming at him that he was alive and he was going to die. And he was screaming, a wet, bloody scream that he choked on. And he was crying. Not Erin he. Steady-rock-that-shouldn't-be-crumbling-but-was he. Crying and pulling. Pleading and lifting.

Then Erin discovered a way to live without the pain, to sleep without the dying. A tunnel. A rocky tunnel, and he walked in. He was now a flickering glow, sustaining itself. Santiago would know where he was. Santiago would protect him, both his body and the glimmer of power that had not yet bled out.

Erin's eyes returned to their first blue. His skin grew steadily paler, a change that, for once, was not intended. His body was limp, red hands hanging at his sides.