Avery thrust the note towards Dylan's general direction and set Ari's glasses on the car. Climbing inside, she blindly tapped an order to Oscar and all the windows darkened. Once she knew the guys wouldn't be able to see her, she curled into a ball and sobbed.
(Gosh, this is horrible. I'm legitimately really sad about Lenny dying…))
Vaughn turned on his heel, walking towards the cabin. He told himself it wasn’t his problem. He repeated it over and over mentally, wanting to burn the thought into his mind. He sat on the edge of his bed, feeling the covers mindlessly. He checked his phone, seeing a few missed video calls from Veronica. He called her back, sighing as it rang. “Vaughn, I heard about the kid on the news, you were at the scene?” His friend asked as soon as she picked up.
“Yes, I was,” he answered hesitantly.
“I’m so sorry you had to go there. I know you don’t like seeing children dead, especially because of Adeline-“
Vaughn cut her off at the mention of his baby sister’s name. “Please, just don’t,” He said, taking deep breaths. “I just need to get out of this cabin, can we get drinks or something?”
He chatted with her for a moment longer before hanging up. He payed on his back, using his forearms to cover his eyes.
(It’s pretty terrible, she was so young.)
Dylan read.
Every word rang in his mind, every syllable read in Element's voice. He imagined her as she wrote.
Rage filled his heart, and anger flared in his right hand, threatening to consume him.
He turned away, but didn't know where to go. He looked to Vaughn, unsure of what to say or do. He tried to start, "Just when I thought…."
He faltered, and instead fell with his back against the door of the car.
After crying by herself for a while in the darkness of her car, Avery's tears dried up and she could cry no more. She rubbed her tear-stained face with her hands and simply sat and thought.
What are we going to do without her? How will we continue this mission? Can we even continue it?
ok sorry its been a long work week
so I can join
(I’d say go on ahead.)
Coreth Void Walker III 23 year old male, telekinetic specter/void walker.
can teleport, no memories has to learn how to use his abilitys.
The street only had one car in it, with a slight rumble acoumpaneed with a bright flash and a boom he flew out of the portal and landed on the ground.
he was 6' 2" had black hair with a few yellow highlights, he had a black sweater with a red III on the back and gray jeans.
On his hands and knees he coughed and stood up.
"Where am I" he asked himself looking all around.
(Note he may have a few.. well condisions so if he randomly starts convulsing or blacks out then just credit it to his conflicting races)
Dylan knocked softly on the car door, suddenly in need of Avery's company.
Avery cleared her throat to speak but decided that she didn't trust her own voice right then. Instead, she just tapped a message to Oscar, who relayed it to Dylan.
"Yes, Dylan?" the car asked, oddly polite at the moment.
(I'm sooooo impatient… Really only for RPs, though. Irl, I'm a pretty patient person.)
(That was not intended to be an alliteration…)
(Aaaaaand… I'm alone.
And probably being annoying…
Oops…)
(Relax, you're fine! I've just been super busy with school and shit. I'm not trying to ignore, nor is anyone else.)
(Relax, you're fine! I've just been super busy with school and shit. I'm not trying to ignore, nor is anyone else.)
(Lol. I figured. I'm doing school stuff, too.)
Dylan was about to remark that he had wanted to talk to Avery, not her car, but he thought the better of it and answered, "I was just thinking. We still have work to do. We need to go soon…"
Avery climbed out of the car from the passenger's side back seat, her eyes red from crying and cheeks flushed with a harsher emotion.
"How can you even be thinking of that at a time like this?" she exclaimed as she faced Dylan. "Our friend is probably dead, and you just want to continue with the mission?!?" She shook her head and started to walk away. "No. No, I don't know if I can do this."
Dylan followed her and gripped her shoulder, silently daring her to shake him off. He kept his tone civil, but he felt the edge in his own voice as he said, "You think I want to keep going? You think I enjoy this? Look at me for a second."
He knew his eyes were glowing. They were growing dim, he knew, but his palm and his hand were reflecting the rage in his lungs, in his heart. They could be seen.
"I don't want you to go, either. Losing Element just made me a helluva lot more aware that you can just as easily go. But she wants us to go."
Avery turned around, new tears had started to form in her eyes. Facing Dylan, she saw his hardened expression, his eyes glowing.
"Ele– Len– Ari… was my friend," she choked out, and a tear slipped down her cheek. "If she wanted me to go on… then I guess I can go on. For Ari."
"For Ari," Dylan nodded, loosening his grip on her shoulder. He searched Avery's face, and as the tears streamed down, his expression softened, "But not today. Too much has happened, and we need to get a plan together," he said, "Let's head back. We can rest up there."
With a nod, Avery let out a shaking breath and started towards the cabin. Stopping, she turned around and faced Dylan again.
"Thanks," she whispered, looking at her hands. "For not letting me go."
Vaughn was surprisingly relaxed now that he was out of the cabin. He had left a note that read..
Went out, will be back soon. -V
Along with the note, he left the address to the bar he was going to and his phone number. He had slipped out the back a few minutes earlier, taking a shortcut through the woods that led him to the main road where Veronica picked him up. He was now sitting on a bar stool, taking a quick shot. “I seriously needed this,” he said to the girl over the loud music.
Dylan couldn't say anything. He wasn't choking, he just couldn't bring himself to open his mouth. He nodded, and walked inside.
Avery followed Dylan inside, then walked to the kitchen. On the fridge was a note from Vaughn, which she quickly ripped off and read.
"Dang it, Vaughn," she cursed under her breath.
“Yeah, well, we haven’t gotten to hang out in a while, Finley! Now that you’re buddy-buddy with a different group, I’ve been so bored!” Veronica complained.
Vaughn almost choked on his vodka at that. “You’re joking, right? The only thing I know about them really is their names. We are hardly friends. Besides, they don’t like me, so why should I make the effort?”
“You’re probably just acting like an asshole,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“You know I can’t help it, Roni,” he sighed.
Dylan read the note, considering whether or not to go after him. Vaughn wasn't exactly open to outside friends, and hadn't been the most connected of individuals. And he had been dragged half of the way. But he also had offered a place for Dylan and his friends to stay, and had fought beside them. Along with Avery, Dylan knew he would need Vaughn by his side in order to win.
Dylan thought against it, trusting Vaughn to come back. Instead he sat down for a bit, his eyes beginning to droop from exhaustion.
Avery paced the hallway, thinking about what she was supposed to do. First my friend runs off and gets herself killed, then another one of my teammates runs off to who-knows-where. We have a mission to complete, and I would rather mourn my friend, but Dylan was right, this is what she'd want me to do. She would want me to complete the mission, to find Xelnarin and stop the Fl– and stop Mutuwa.