forum A Random Rp?

Started August 14, 2019 by @Simon-Says

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Lightning held still, curling up into a ball.

(alrighty!)

From outside of the carriage came high, shrieking war cries. One of the guards pounded on the carriage door. "Miss Charlotte, your majesty, please don't come out of the carriage, under any circumstances!" Then the sound of swords meeting.
Aster cursed under his breath. Four guards? What was Quinn thinking? Just us four aren't enough!
Quinn sat up, and peeked out the window, silent and alert.

Charlotte jumped at the noise and looked out the window. "Oh, my gods," she whispered anxiously.

Quinn looked over at her. "Band of renegades. Left over from the rebellion that Aster's grandfather led." He said softly.
Aster was fighting one of them, the person he was fighting shouting at him.

"We have to help them. We have to - " she started tapping her foot rapidly.

"Nothing either of us can do, Charlotte." He replied softly.
Aster shook his head, giving the man a response as they continued fightong, swords flashing in the sunlight.

Charlotte tapped her foot faster. "But we can't do nothing," she cried.

"We have to!" Quinn snapped. "There's nothing we can do by get in the way!"
Aster shouted something, still fighting the one man.

Charlotte froze, then slowly turned back to look out the window. "You're wrong," she said softly. She stared hard at one of the enemies outside and sent him flying into a tree. A wave of nausea immediately followed, and she doubled over. "Gods…" she mumbled.

Quinn bit his lip.
The man going flying distracted Aster, just for a split second, but that was enough time for the man he was fighting to slip his sword into Aster. It slid between his ribs with a sickening sound, the point coming out the back. He yanked it out, twisting the blade as he did so. Aster fell, eyes wide as blood began to flow out of the holes in his torso, a ragged cry spilling from his mouth.

(Godfuckingdammit whyyoudothis)
"I'm fucking stupid," Charlotte whispered before bolting out of the carriage to Aster. She flicked her wrist and the man who had stabbed him flew god-knows-where.

(becauseI'manassholelol)

Quinn ran to the door, and ran after Charlotte, picking up Aster gently. "Charlotte, we need to get back in the carriage, now." He said.
Aster moaned in pain, eyes squeezed shut and his breath coming in ragged gasps. "No…you two were s-supposed to stay in the c-carriage…"

"Shut up, you're dying, now isn't the time," Charlotte said quickly, going back to the carriage and opening the door for Quinn. She felt extremely nauseated from all the blood, but managed to only turn several shades paler.

Quinn carried Aster inside, gently setting him down on one of the benches. The young king's clothes were covered in blood from Aster.
Aster moaned, eyes unfocused and breaths coming in fast as shock began to set in.

Charlotte had to look away. Okay, basic first aid. Or, maybe not basic, but she knew this. "Aster, are you having trouble breathing?" She asked while looking around to make sure no one got too close.

Aster swallowed. "I-I…I…" he stammered.
Quinn shook his head. "No time for questions." he said, ripping one of the curtains off the carriage windows, pressing it to the entry wound from the sword.

"Quinn! It's sort of an important distinction! Applying pressure isn't going to help if he can't breathe!" Charlotte turned around to look. "We need to get him into recovery position to help air flow."

"Charlotte, I'm a little more concerned with blood loss. He's breathing, and he's breathing clean. But if I don't stop this bleeding, he is going to die." he replied, keeping his focus on the cloth pressed to Aster's chest.

"I'm aware of that! Just - fine. I'm going to see if anyone else is dead," she said more calmly than before. She took a deep breath and left the carriage.

The other three guards had gathered into a tight formation around the carriage. All had sustained wounds, though none were as serious as Aster's. The horses were plunging and whinnying, eyes rolling back in their heads, desperate to escape the blood and fighting.
Quin sighed, and kept working.

Charlotte quickly scanned the area as she closed the carriage door behind her. She couldn't see the renegades, so she stood near the carriage and continued looking.

One of the other guards looked at her. "Miss Charlotte, please stay in the carriage. We will be underway in a minute." he said.

Charlotte scowled and turned around back to the carriage. Wonderful. Now I can be useless everywhere, she thought as she opened the door.

The guards kept fighting.

Charlotte closed the door behind her and sat on a bench. Her eyes were trained on the window.

Quinn kept working. "Aster, keep your eyes open, and focused on me." He ordered. "If you pass out, you might not wake up."
Aster let out a soft grunt, trying to do as Quinn ordered. His skin was pale. Far too pale, and there was blood staining his clothes, the bench, Quinn, everywhere.

Charlotte dared to glance over and paled even more, holding back tears. This was her fault. And she couldn't even do anything to help.