Sage had finally managed to drive the attackers off there hallway. He waved to Valerie. "Nice job!" he shouted. He'd never been that great at war games, but today he felt on top of the world. Even though Valerie had taken the hard opponent.
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"Cato?" Aurelia murmured. She didn't know what to do now, since she had no clue what was happening or how he was hurt.
(I’m going to be on and off. ;-;)
Cato’s eyes opened and he saw Aurelia leaning over him. He mumbled, “You cant heal me, so…. you can go deal with other people. I’m not going to die,” he added sarcastically.
"I will in a moment, but I would like an explanation, and if I can at least ease your pain, I will do what I can," Aurelia replied.
“Ugh. Fine. Curse, blah blah blah, cant be healed, blah blah blah, all I can do is build myself a brace. There. Happy? Nectar makes it so that my ankle doesnt swell up to the point that I loose circulation in my foot. That’s all anybody can do. I don’t want pity,” Cato intoned. He dreaded looking up into the eyes of this healer and seeing yet more pity.
(Intoned was the wrong word but idk anymore)
"I don't pity you, or anyone," Aurelia replied with a slight edge, "Helping others in any way you can is just the right thing to do. I'm only trying to be a genuine, kind, person, and do my job, and my job is healing."
“Thanks,” Cato grumbled. “I appreciate it. I hate pity. I’m good now, so you can move on.” He sat up, steadying his vision, and then made to stand, propping himself up on a nearby half-demolished wall.
"Alright," Aurelia replied, "Let me know if there's anything you need later." She moved on at a jog when she spotted another Legionnaire down. He was suffering a wound she could see- one that had been delivered by a blade. Aurelia checked her surroundings to make sure no one else was fighting near to him, then she ran on ahead.
Cato refused to let his internal grimace of pain show on his face, and instead slowly made his way over to his cohort’s bunks, lying down on his bed/cot/whatever and closing hie eyes.
"Do you reckon we're still meant to stay here?" Sage asked Valerie, curious. He wasn't sure if he should follow the action or simply continue defending the hallway.
(I fIANLLY HAVE SERVICE.)
(See I thought that this notification would mean somebody was finally on. But noooo._.)
(Yeah, that sounds about right. I'm here, but my character just kind of walked away and I'm almost regretting making her a healer)
(Ow.)
"Do you reckon we're still meant to stay here?" Sage asked Valerie, curious. He wasn't sure if he should follow the action or simply continue defending the hallway.
"Maybe? I mean, the game should be over soon and we haven't got anything else to do," she shrugged.
Sage grinned. "Let's go!"
He ran down the corridor, pursuing the sounds of clashing swords and yells in the distance. He looked around, wondering where Arianna was. HE was still confused why she had been sitting on the sidelines. Maybe she had been injured? But it hadn't looked like it.
Arianna boredly looked at the fight, she couldn’t tell who was winning. She didn’t have the heart to try and figure it out.
Valerie laughed and followed.
\ who do we want to win? 3, 4, and 5? or 1 and 2? \
//3, 4, and 5 are looking good
(Why were you up at 12 am.)
(Obviously since I’m biased as heck, 1&2.)
(XD! ok, that's cool with me)
(Hellooo my people. Also, when this game ends. Is that when the prophecy comes in or nah?)
(I think so ya)
(i know so ya)
(xD)
(So continue rp? .-.)