@Firebrand
"heh, no problem. like i said, you're not gonna lose me."
"heh, no problem. like i said, you're not gonna lose me."
(Hey shade, should someone come ‘accidentally’ see Luna’s swelling?)
Sparrow came down to the bunker and started reading files.
(Yeah… Cyrus is there, but he just can't bring himself to care about anyone, including himself, right now.)
“I better not.”
"i promise you, you won't lose me." he smiled again, that same loving smile, "and i'm not gonna lose you."
Sparrow started taking notes and making plans based on what she was reading in the files
Cyrus saw Luna and her injury, but he didn't say anything. He just stared. He couldn't quite wrap his mind around what might be going on; his thoughts were too clouded by grief.
Meanwhile, Krista was lounging in the bunker. Riddle was scurrying around, munching on any crumbs he could find. (read as: While fluff and angst happened, Krista nope'd out.)
(got to go, it's almost midnight here)
Eira smiled and kissed him once more, “Mhm, you’re not gonna lose me, either.”
(Okay, goodnight)
"Back." Uriah announced himself when he came back into the bunker. "So, what's the next plan of action for us." He wasn't sure if everyone even expected him yet, but he wanted to do this for Zhavia.
Cyrus cast a sideways glance at Uriah. He was irrationally angry with him, and he knew deep down that it was irrational, so he tried to hide it. There was no reason to make it so that Uriah hated him- not this early on. Cyrus broke his gaze away and then started wrapping a little gauze around his leg. He did a messy job, and there was still blood everywhere, but at least it was covered.
“We need more allies.” Sparrow said simply, looking up from the many files she had ipen
"I'm here to help in anyway I can." Seeing the files on the table he remembered he had a few. "Zhavia wanted this to get to you. It's poisons and drugs, well how to make them." He passed the bag to Sparrow.
Cyrus threw his bag across the room to Sparrow, almost aggressively. "I've got some files, too," he muttered.
Sparrow looked at Cyrus sadly. “Thanks. Do you guys want to go blow off steam in the forest? We have an assortment of weapons.” She said reading the files. She opened one of the poison files “oh my god…” she whispered
"I… I don't think I can walk very well," Cyrus admitted, covering his face partially. His expression changed when she responded to the files. "Wait. What is it?"
She looked up. For the first time in a long while, sparrow was scared. “I’m holding weapons plans for a weapon that could kill an entire country within hours.” She said, her voice shaking. “I’m holding evidence that world war 3 isn’t that far.” She looked back Down At the files and started reading
"Well, we're all probably going to die before that happens anyway, so it really doesn't matter," Cyrus sighed. He tapped his fingers on the table and stared at the wall, seeming lost in thought, but the truth was, his mind was foggy and he wasn't able to think straight.
Sparrow looked up at him. The. She looked at his stance “Cy? Why aren’t you putting pressure on your leg?” She asked
"Don't worry about it," he replied, turning his leg so that she could only see the front.
"Alright man, we know you are upset, but you acting like this is going to help anyone. We are the oldest people here and we need to pull everyone together instead of breaking down." Uriah said as calmly as he could. He was upset as well, but acting like that was going to bring Zhavia back to life or help them in anyway. "So, we need you to try and pull yourself together a bit."
“Until you tell me I will keep pestering you! What happened to the arrow?”
Cyrus turned away. Too many people were talking to him, scolding him even, and he thought he was going to crack, maybe even just shatter under the pressure and expectations. There was a weight sitting on his chest that made it hard to breathe deep so he could calm down a little. He wasn't sure if it was from tears that just wouldn't come, or if it was something else entirely.
"Please… just leave me alone…"
"Alright. Just remember theres others that worry and need you, so get better." Uriah walked into the kitchen. It was hard not to break at this point. He cursed everything, if he could he would've taken her place without a second thought. He was supposed to die anyway.
Sparrow got up and hugged Cyrus “I’m one of your oldest friends Cy, if anyone stays, it’s gonna be me.”
Cyrus watched Uriah go and was filled with regret. He was right. With so many people relying on him, he did not have the right to show weakness or break down, yet here he was, doing just that. Even with that realization, he had no desire to change his behavior or outlook. It was just too much effort, and if nothing else, he knew he couldn't fake the way everything made him feel.
When Sparrow came closer and hugged him, he tensed a little, but tried not to be cold. His lips quivered as he was about to say something to answer her other question- something he knew would worry her.
"I pulled the arrow out," he said, almost too calmly, "and the tip was barbed."
"Don't mind if I do." Uriah took a nod already open bottle of wine and poured himself a glass. "What would you do in this situation?" He didn't know how to help anyone at this point. "Think, Uriah." Pulling Zhavia's file out of his bag he read over it. It was thick, they had so much on her. "So, she was just some test subject to them huh?" He crossed his legs as he sat at a table.
(Should Uriah find Luna? Because I feel someone needs to)
(That's probably a good idea)
(I'll wait for @ShadeStar to come back so I can do that.)
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