"Is he going to die?!" Veena asked completely ignoring Luna's calm question. Her voice reaching a pitch that was almost painful it was so high. Her panicked hands still fluttered uselessly around the passed out boy. Patting his face and his chest as if it would help any. "Are we all going to die?"
Crimson sighed and uncapped his water, splashing Veena with a bit of water. "Calm down, he's fine. He probably just got a bit dehydrated then passed out. It happens all the time."
Luna let go of Josiah's limp arm and placed her hands on Veena's shoulders. "Stop," she said, staring intently into her panicking eyes. "Its okay. He's not going, you're not going to die, none of us are going to die. We'll be okay." She removed her hands and looked up at Crimson. "Yes, please. He's been unconscious for a while and it's concerning me."
(Fallon should do or say something before Josiah wakes.)
Veena sputtered, wiping the water from her face with a grumbled curse. "This is all so new. Excuse me for feeling less than calm as we run away from home." She stood abruptly, her pale hair seeming to float around her for a moment before settling back onto her shoulders. She 'harrumphed' and stepped away so she wouldn't get splashed again.
(Ooh I like her.)
(I had a mental thought to make her the 'absurd drama queen' of the bunch so we shall see how that works)
((Aaaaa school’s been kicking my ass y’all(already) I’m so sorry. I’m gonna be a bit weird with responses, especially while at school, so heads up ))
Fallon blinked as she was addressed again, pulling herself out of the thoughts swirling through her mind. Magic was right, and some of these kids were more powerful than she had expected. “Holy shit. I haven’t seen anything like that since Port Kenarius.” She said, shaking her head as she walked over to the others. “Try the water. We might honestly just need to let him sleep and carry him with us though. He’s never done that before?”
(Her and Crimson will have to duel.)
“Well, people don’t usually just control other people like that without magic.” Fallon answered, running a hand through her and wincing as she upset one of her injuries. “So yeah, probably. I knew a Siren way back who could do something like that, though she never passed out after.”
"Welp, Imma splash him with water." Crimson shrugged, throwing the rest of the water onto Josiah's face. "Wake up fucker, you can't die yet." He hissed. While scratching at his arm, his skin had accidentally started to peel, his arm looking like he had gotten sunburnt.
"Magic–Like being able to vanish kind of magic?" Veena asked carefully over Fallon's shoulder. She was, very carefully, maintaining eye contact with the ground. No use getting worked up for nothing.
(I think it would be funny for someone to notice Crimson's arms start to scale up and he's already noticed and was just like: "Oh cool.")
Josiah slept on the ground unaware of the world around him, peacefully slumbering off the heat that had taken him. He shifted in his mind, rolling around in the depths. His consciousness began to reform. What had happened anyways? Was it magic? He could almost feel the heat returning to his eyes. It was like the afternoon sunlight on his back, pleasant, yet slightly too hot. He started to slip away again to sleep in the cool hollows of his mind but was interrupted by a “Wake up fucker“ as icy water slapped into his face.
He gasped, sputtering, and looked around to the others. Luna looked rather worried while Crimson stared at him unapologetically, holding a bucket. Everyone took a step back as he stood up, Luna helping to lift him from the ground. How had he gotten there anyways? He shoved the thought aside and looked around —Veena was looking at the ground for some reason— until his eyes met Fallon’s. He stared at her.
“It was magic wasn’t it.” He knew the answer before she had begun to nod.
Veena looked up, her question forgotten for the time being as she glanced at Josiah. "You almost died." She told him seriously, although a smile quirked her mouth only a moment later.
"As I said, you aren't allowed to die yet. If anyone's dying first, it's me." Crimson stated, shoving his empty waterskin into his bag.
((May I toss my character back into this rp, crocs?))
Josiah looked at Luna, a soft smile coming to his lips, though he hid it quickly. “I- I don’t remember really. I just felt something pulling me along and it felt right.” He looked at the others, an odd look on his face. “It was hot,” he said. “Something to do with my eyes.” They flickered as if something had woken inside of them. Something that would not be put to sleep.
"Woah." Luna turned and looked at Fallon, her eyes asking a question she probably didn't have the answer to. "Well. . . . " Now was not the time to worry about this. Josiah was up and they could worry about everything else later. "Can you walk? Because we should probably keep going," she said as she turned back to Josiah.
(Crimson could, I need him to get angry for his powers to show up too.)
(drama queen Veena just needs to get overwhelmed again.)
"Yea, let's get the hell out of here." Veena said, about facing and striding back into the thick of the trees. With all these weird occurrences, her stomach was beginning to knot uncomfortably. She adjusted her gloves, peeking under the cloth apprehensively. To say that she was surprised to see her skin there was an understatement, considering that only a hour ago her hands were invisible.
"Yes, let's please do that." Crimson followed her, hands reaching into his pocket and rubbing his thumb over a small piece of flint connected to a chain. He just wanted to get away from whatever creepy shit just happened.
Adayu had stayed aside while everything happened, not daring to say a word. So when everyone else started moving, so did he, silently.
He didn't talk this time either, he just followed the group obediently, trying not to remain behind. He had never been much of a talker, and he wasn't going to change that now. On the other hand, he was having a mild headache that made his ears pulsate with hot blood, aplifying the noises around him. It wasn't painful, but it wasn't comfortable either; he just felt like going somewhere and taking a nap.
