((I didn't mean to control, I was just detailing the scene. xD Sorry if I gave you the impression i was using dark sorcery to take over the feeble mind of your character to do nefarious deeds. :3))Mayfly said:
He saw her come over, sitting down beside him, but looking like she'd be ready to run in an instant. He listened too her rambling question, as he loooked up at her. "I wouldn't suggest getting too close," he said softly, before rolling onto his back, showing the bullet wound in his chest, which was still bleeding. Why was this girl being so nice to him? Didn't all the millitary hate myths? Or maybe...... maybe she wasn't what she appeared to be. Or perhaps she just didn't hate myths? he asked himself, having a hard time wrapping his head around this.Mayfly said:
Issac continued walking down the street, his rifle in his hands, plainly visisble. His thermo optics noted someone above him, in a building. They threw a fire ball down at him, which would've roasted him alive if he hadn't jumped back. He whipped around, firing a shot. He saw the heat leave the mythie's body, as it fell backwards into whatever room it was firing from. He sat there for a moment, watching the heat leave its body completely. He reloaded, clicking open the weapon, and placing in another bullet.AzelFang said:
Issac whipped around, rifle in hand, seeing the debris from the shot. His eyes widened beneath his goggles. That's some heavy weaponry, he thought to himself, as he looked up, his goggles in thermal mode again, scanning the horizon for the shooter. The guy shot some sort of myth behind him, judging by the stray blood stains on the ground, or maybe it was just that the mysterious sniper was just a shit shot. He decided that the millitary didn't hire shit shots, and began moving closer to investigate.AzelFang said:
"I'm only sort of a myth, in all honesty," he muttered, feeling a bit put off and panicky when she started panicking. He sat there, looking up at her, eyes widening, when said favour. "Another myth? Are you really part of the millitary?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, as something began emerging from the lake. He watched this new myth warily as she walked over to him, before simply drenching him in water. Kurt rolled his eyes, and was about to make a sasrcastic comment, when he noticed the bullet pull itself out of the wound, and the wound begin closing up. He was about to thank her, when she walked away, and she called, You have someone on your face, boy. What the hell does that mean? he thought to himself. He looked over at this Brianna, wondering if she understood. He realized she didn't know his name, and had practically just saved his fucking life.Mayfly said:
He thought about her question with a shrug. "Well, I knew you were in the armed forces because this is a restricted area, hence why I was shot. And what she meant when she said that.... I don't really know," he said, standing up slowly. "Perhaps she meant my myth. " He noticed her staring at his face, as if trying to find whoever was on his face, and he struggled to contain his laughter. "I think I would've noticed if another human being was standing on my forehead," he joked. "But, the reason I haven't been able to heal, even though "I'm a myth,"" he said, "Is because I'm not a myth. He is." he said, pointing to himself. "You see, I uh..... I....." he paused, looking for a word, "Sort of... share my body, with... a myth. I mean, I didn't ask for it, but he sorta just forced his way in." he said, his face turning red in embarrasment. He sounded absolutely insane right now.Mayfly said:
