BluEndings
The One Called Blu
CHARMY DEVLIN
SCENE:
New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 3 [Silence for the Damned]
LOCATION:
Dilapidated Clinic, North District
PARTICIPANTS:
Dagger, Guinevere, Jack
SILENCE FOR THE DAMNED
Charmy might have offered playful venom in response had the charade not been so violently interrupted.
It had been some time since her eyes had fluttered open without the slightest bit of intent. Though the shock did not spread further beyond before they cautiously returned to a close. A whiff of bad luck in such a desolate location would only spell misfortune for all parties. Cracks in cinder blocks shifting ever so appropriately to cave the place in would bring no delight to anyone.
Though it would be a lie to say the assistance from the others didn’t bring her the slightest bit of displeasure. Or at least she assumed it to be assistance. The exact purpose of the wolves’ presence was lost on her, seen only as a meager intrusion and insult to her person. She had already taken her small blade in hand, but the fingers that grasped it went limp.
The peppy blabbering of the other woman took priority.
“Hardly.” She replied, deciding to leave the undead to the ever-violent pair. “Though I propose you make your intent unmistakable.”
She planted her hand on Guin's shoulder, towards the base of her neck.
A simple ultimatum.
It had been some time since her eyes had fluttered open without the slightest bit of intent. Though the shock did not spread further beyond before they cautiously returned to a close. A whiff of bad luck in such a desolate location would only spell misfortune for all parties. Cracks in cinder blocks shifting ever so appropriately to cave the place in would bring no delight to anyone.
Though it would be a lie to say the assistance from the others didn’t bring her the slightest bit of displeasure. Or at least she assumed it to be assistance. The exact purpose of the wolves’ presence was lost on her, seen only as a meager intrusion and insult to her person. She had already taken her small blade in hand, but the fingers that grasped it went limp.
The peppy blabbering of the other woman took priority.
“Hardly.” She replied, deciding to leave the undead to the ever-violent pair. “Though I propose you make your intent unmistakable.”
She planted her hand on Guin's shoulder, towards the base of her neck.
A simple ultimatum.