CHARACTER CHAT!!!!

Wisp
"Oh." I tilt my head at him, lean in to watch him. "What's it feel like?"

Senet
"Bleedeeng to deaz? Euh, well...we've estableeshed zat...zat I can't zeenk c-cleahrly... And I'm loseeng my...faculties... Et le... And ze wound doesn't 'urht anymore; eet...eet's zjust numb maintenant... I'm stahrteeng t-to fohrget to speak Eengleesh..."

Wisp
"Huh." I raise an eyebrow. "What do i do to stop it?"

Senet
"You patch eet up w-weez bandages. But I'd...razehr 'ave la balle...euh, I mean, ze bullet out fihrst. But...ahre you s-speakeeng een a zgenehral sense? Ohr...?"

Wisp
I shrug, teleport away and come back with what he said. "You could go to the scientists, but they'd do a bit more then patch you up." I look at the wound. "Though i won't be able to get the bullet out without doing more damage."

Senet
I shrugged, a gesture that took way more effort than it should have.
"I steell 'ave a failsafe... But do you hreally...hreally cahre zat much...?" I gave her a skeptical look.

((sorry guys, had my last school performance tonight :'( Next week: Footloose! Will post in a sec))

Wisp
"Maybe i do," i snap at him tying a section of gauze tightly around his leg above the wound. I truthfully don't know anymore. Red Wing would already hurt me for losing one of them. Was i doing this for myself or for him?

want a repost, Jacky?

((Jacky: YAY! Well, I mean, not for the last rehearsal, but for the show and for you posting ^_^

BW: I think Wisp might be developing Lima Syndrome. A bit ))

Senet
I was really surprised. Enough that my eyebrows raised and my eyes widened slightly, even in my less-than-concious state. In fact, I didn't really know how to respond.
"Oh, euh, zank you..."

huh...

Wisp
I stay quiet. An assassin, helping to heal someone, i think as i press a bunch of it to the wound and tie another gauze around to hold it. My power rebels, i gasp in pain and back up to lean against the opposite wall.

((Do you mean "huh" as in "Huh, I think you're right" or "Huh? What's Lima Syndrome?" o3o))

Senet
I looked up, confused. Well, being confused wasn't hard considering the fog my head was in, but still.
"What's whrong?"

Yes please ende

Cricket ran a hand through his hair, avoiding eyes. "Aye, but that doesn't explain what any of this 'as t' do with me. I'm nothing special, just a kid who's only 'ere b'cause I 'appened t' be robbing some building in France across th' street from th' supers and decided t' tag along. It was either luck or fate or some coincidental misadventure, but some'ow I ended up 'ere in this room. I find it very puzzling." Shut up, Cricket. Why are you rambling about this? He watched the Director from the corners of his eyes. There it was again, that look. That look you hardly get from people, but he'd been receiving it a lot since he arrived. That 'I'm-watching-your-every-move-and-find-it-quite-amusing' look. [i]

Marley
Now my feet were still bound, but the strain on my arms were gone "Oh, thanks" I said, confused as I flexed my shoulder blades. Much better. I thought he was going to torture me?

huh, that's interesting.

Wisp
"Just my engineering," i murmur, looking away. "If we attempt to do something that does not agree with our conditioning our power punishes us."

The Director paused, shuffled through his papers to do some work while they talked. "Alright then. You know the extent of Ami's behaviors. I would like to know them."

((Ah, okay.))

Senet
"...And y-youhr condeetioneeng ees to keell, so by 'elpeeng me, youhr...youhr powehr ees puneesheeng you. I'm sohrry to 'eahr zat."
And I was. This had to be the most bizarre situation I'd ever found myself in. I hoped I wasn't developing that syndrome...what did they call that one?

Wisp
I nod. "Ayakashi has it as well. She is the Destroyer. She cannot create. I am the Assassin. I cannot heal."

Senet
"Ah...I zeenk I hremembehr now...Ami tried to dhraw a peectuhre, and 'ehr 'and bled. Eet's a sad z-zeeng, hreally..."

Spiro watched her curiously, feeling over the gun in his belt. He should have been hurting her. Red Wing would be angry if he found out. But he was curious. "Do you have a name?"

Cricket eyed the papers curiously, wondering what they said. Or maybe he was just trying to distract himself from the issue at hand. "Extent of her bahaviors?" He stalled.

((*thinking* Haha, well, Senet's interrogation really didn't get anywhere as far as gathering information is concerned xD Maybe someone else should do something about that, lol.))

Marley
"Marley, mast-" I was about to say 'master thief', but... meh, what's the point anymore? They know my brother, I'm sure, but not his real last name. "Marley Marie Aldric. What about you?"

"Spiro," he said, and then felt a cutting guilt. He'd delayed his mission for too long. He pulled out his gun, aimed it at her knee and fired.

Marley
My lips parted in a soundless scream, the force of the gun would have been enough to send me backwards if I wasn't chained to the ground. Somehow I remained standing, though "Maybe... I should be be chained... to the ceiling" I suggested, gritting my teeth

true...


The Director nodded. "I'm interested on seeing how a being only two years old copes with real life in a /very/ human body with all of the emotions she was not meant to have."

Winter Dragon wrote:Senet
"Ah...I zeenk I hremembehr now...Ami tried to dhraw a peectuhre, and 'ehr 'and bled. Eet's a sad z-zeeng, hreally..."

*pokes*

:3