Dumb Redhead Thread
Feb. 12th, 2019 09:09 pm[There's probably something to be said about having 'oh, hell, I really should've brought a change of clothes, huh?' be Zelos' first thought after being stabbed and stumbling as far away from the current town their traveling party's staying at, but whatever it is it currently eludes his mind at the moment. Because he's much too busy holding onto his wound, trying to will himself to put one foot after the other, trudging through grass and dirt until he's deep into some woods he can't recognize, bathed only in the moon's light as it cuts through the foliage and the night.
Somehow, despite the pain that comes with the action and the wince that nearly causes him to lose balance, Zelos still finds it in himself to laugh. Well, this sure went south, didn't it? He's pretty damn lucky nobody saw him sneak out, much less get fucking jumped at by a bunch of randos with an agenda against him.
The problem is, though, that now he's dangerously low on mana and pretty sure that he's going to die if he doesn't get some medical help. And, considering everything else he still has left to do, he kind of just can't let that happen. He needs himself alive--at least for now, thank you very much. So it's either go back and get people asking questions that are better off unanswered, getting help elsewhere and risking another trap, or dying in the woods. Honestly, none of them appealing.
Except for one last, desperate measure that tastes sour like weakness and feels heavy like failure, yet is also his one ticket to, you know, living.
Zelos grits his teeth.
Fine, fine, whatever. Fuck. Aimless, in pain, and already feeling the delirious numbness of blood loss, Zelos stumbles until his outstretched free hand has found a tree in these woods, then leans against it and fishes in his pocket for the little device a certain asshole seraph gave him. Numb fingers fiddle with it until he's entered the number he wants, and he breathes a sigh of relief the moment it finally starts to make a connection. He waits, waits, waits and waits until the little screen comes to life, and then--]
"Yooo, hey there," [Zelos grins, already sliding down the tree trunk until he's sitting on the grass, breathing heavily.] "You, uh, got a sec?"
Somehow, despite the pain that comes with the action and the wince that nearly causes him to lose balance, Zelos still finds it in himself to laugh. Well, this sure went south, didn't it? He's pretty damn lucky nobody saw him sneak out, much less get fucking jumped at by a bunch of randos with an agenda against him.
The problem is, though, that now he's dangerously low on mana and pretty sure that he's going to die if he doesn't get some medical help. And, considering everything else he still has left to do, he kind of just can't let that happen. He needs himself alive--at least for now, thank you very much. So it's either go back and get people asking questions that are better off unanswered, getting help elsewhere and risking another trap, or dying in the woods. Honestly, none of them appealing.
Except for one last, desperate measure that tastes sour like weakness and feels heavy like failure, yet is also his one ticket to, you know, living.
Zelos grits his teeth.
Fine, fine, whatever. Fuck. Aimless, in pain, and already feeling the delirious numbness of blood loss, Zelos stumbles until his outstretched free hand has found a tree in these woods, then leans against it and fishes in his pocket for the little device a certain asshole seraph gave him. Numb fingers fiddle with it until he's entered the number he wants, and he breathes a sigh of relief the moment it finally starts to make a connection. He waits, waits, waits and waits until the little screen comes to life, and then--]
"Yooo, hey there," [Zelos grins, already sliding down the tree trunk until he's sitting on the grass, breathing heavily.] "You, uh, got a sec?"