Post by Demacia's Wings on Mar 24, 2014 7:12:17 GMT -5
Quinn was completely still. Even when the gigantic mouth descended upon them, she could not move or flee and that in itself was what terrified her the most. That she was so willing to die simply because she could not think of a reason to not. In retrospect, there were plenty of things to live for. Valor, her brother, Demacia, her quest... but in that blink of a moment, that stench of death and decay, death was all there was. She bowed her head, her eyes falling shut briefly for a moment of silence for the blonde-haired, cat-eared boy who had nothing to gain with his sacrifice but the life of a stranger or two. She wondered if she could be so brave to do the same, and found that the answer made her clench her teeth together tightly and so she banished the thought from her mind.
The sound of footsteps brought her gaze back up to reality, and further up still to the disgruntled face of Talon. She stared at the hand proffered as if the assassin was insane. She looked to him again, his bruised and injured self and she looked at herself who appeared to be in equal shape -- though the worst had been attended to and it was all thanks to the healer who had almost killed them both. Quinn nodded slowly, reaching up as if to take the helping limb, only to realize to whom it was attached to. Her fingers curled back and she instead used her other hand to push herself up off the ground, wincing as she stood. It was strange, but she didn't want to be indebted to him again.
"Yes," she said openly, offering a smile despite avoiding eye contact. The ranger hoped that Talon would think nothing of her declining his offer of assistance. In fact, the Noxian probably didn't care either way. Her eyes roamed up to the stairs that would lead them out, missing the disruption of emotion in the other's face as she took a step forward. "So... I guess that's it..." Quinn looked at the splash of blood that was sprawled against the dusty ground and she sighed. "What a brave boy."
Status:
Mentally: 60%.
Physically: Healed by Naiyu, abdominal wound is no longer bleeding but a scar is visible. Shoulder and cuts are healed but some bruises remain. Limbs are still sore from impact but is looking healthy. (80%)
Currently: Uncertain about the meaning of life.
Items:
- Crossbow - Small dagger - Default clothes/armor - shredded and torn in some places.
The gunslinger could only watch on as the gaping maw decended upon them, the soft golden glow of his eyes stared up into the creature's mouth. The only thought that passed through his mind, 'I wonder if it will notice how crunchy my arms are.' He smirked at his own dark humor, simply accepting his fate as he didn't see any way he could change what was about to happen.
Then he heard Razie screaming something in defiance at the beast, Ozzy flicked his gaze to their 'leader' and frowned, only to see Kevin rushing forwards. Feeling useless and unable to help Ozzy remained where he stood, watching with an impassive gaze as the creature's teeth tore the boy apart before it moved away. An odd pang of disappointment shot through the Gunslinger's heart that surprised himself, disappointed that he didn't die? His mind wandered back to his memory of laying in one of Zaun's many back-alleys, begging the man to save him, not to leave him to die. What had changed between now and then? The augmentations from Viktor for one. The feeling that he wasn't ever going to be able to pay of the debt he owed to the man.
Ozzy blinked, slowly an eyebrow would raise, did the boy really sacrifice himself on purpose or did he truly think he stood a chance? Surely he knew it would have been suicide. Maybe he wanted to die.
Unable to move his left arm without a spike of agony piecing it, he simply waited, unsure what they were planning on doing now.
Condition: Left human elbow sprained, left human wrist broken. A few cuts on his hands and face from the glass.
Equipment: Four Hextech Revolvers. Duster Coat. Wide Rimmed Hat. Silver Spectacles. Ammunition strapped across his belt and around his legs. Leather Sack - contains, a weeks worth of dried foods, two bottles of water and a bottle of rum.
Post by Naiyu Persici Lu on Apr 8, 2014 1:44:34 GMT -5
Silence seemed to pervade throughout the room as each person dwindled into the recesses of their own minds. Naiyu was fine with this, managing to heal herself up well enough and even spreading her focus over towards the gun-slinging four armed man, Ozzy. Her mist of winged creatures swirling glittering green around him brought him up to a sizable amount of health, enough to keep him on his feet and able to participate, should the need arise for them to fight again soon. The small Summoner hoped beyond all hope that wasn't in the immediate future, thought.
Having taken care of Ozzy, and glancing over everyone left, the tired and disenchanted woman turned her eyes towards the stairs once more. Supposedly, these would take them out of here and to a safer place. Supposedly. Was it to be trusted? It -did- spawn from the defeat of what was about to end her and Quinn, and perhaps the rest of the party as well. But so far not many things were trustworthy here. Her feet shifted and her legs buckled, lifting her weary frame from the ground and pushing forward, towards the stairs in an almost drone-like shuffle. Regardless of whether it was forward into the dungeon or back to the entrance they'd left, it was away from here, and that was all Naiyu needed to compel her to keep going.
She turned her head as she tentatively placed her foot on the stairs, cautious as if it would crumble beneath her. If they could move, or hear, or were even alive, she'd address them, "...we should go...I'm not...certain...where these lead...b-but it's better than..staying here..." She called, clearly as she could. Unconsciously her eyes shifted towards Quinn, and a look of apology crossed her features. 'Sorry about that...' her lips formed, before she turned fully away and began the climb up the stairs.
Post by Razie Tynerson on Apr 10, 2014 23:50:13 GMT -5
"Fizzled power converters, Glove energy completely drained... shield capacity at 82%?! Wonderful." The inventor grumbled as he got to work on attempting to fix his armor but found that the state it was in was rather difficult, he didn't have the proper tools on hand to fix it properly or even get it online again, at best he could just make sure it wouldn't fry him if he put it on again.
When the hour had passed it had fallen to Naiyu to signal their moving forward, he carefully slipped back into the Proto-Armor and groaning when he found that moving in this would truly be a pain, no power flowing through it meant no retaliation without leaving it since The Gloves wouldn't fire inside.
He moved steadily up the stairs, almost forgetting the map piece and the coin that the undead rogue had for them up above before moving up with the others to whatever lied in wait for them.
Last Edit: Apr 10, 2014 23:54:35 GMT -5 by Razie Tynerson
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