Good! Your here! Now, which one of my dresses would look better?
What does it matter Kasha?
It does matter! I have to look my best for Seldous tonight!!
Oh, alright! Here, This one.
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Sorg's sweat dampened hair swung in his eyes, the back of his head getting a slight chill. Though he was the ice man currently, he had allowed his head to be clear. It was quite difficult holding his head up when he wasn't moving. It was odd, but he had to live with a flaw like everyone else.
"Take my hand, I can get you inside and out, but you'll have to guide me once we are within the walls. If use my wind, or vibrations to see, we'll be caught," a voice from behind him said. Sorg turned a grabbed the dog's waiting hand.
"Took you long enough," he said lightly. He was clearly joking, trying to lighten the mood. It was, again, mostly for his benefit.
Sorg's ears suddenly picked up on something. His head snapped back around, his body turning back into its fleshy self. The banging had stopped. Gravitas wasn't making noise anymore. Sorg's anger grew and he turned back to the dog. "Let's go," he said. It wasn't a suggestion; he was commanding her. She may not have liked it, but she'd deal with it because he was stressed out, angry, and full of revenge. He couldn't take into account other people's every feeling because frankly, he didn't care at the moment.
Hope your ready, hold onto your head, you might lose it.
She meant that as a joke as well, but in a way, she was serious. She leaned down and picked up Sorg with one arm and tossed him behind her, balancing him on her back with one arm. Just like an olympian runner, Rakasha leaned all the way down and put one hand one the dirt, slamming her palm into it. The vibrations sent her an image and she was off. The wind guided her through the buildings and her boots thumping the pavement sent her a shockwave of each building, each person, each car so she wouldn't run into them. To Sorg, the world was in slow motion, everything moving very slowly, it was as if she as running normally and the world around her was slowing down.
She sniffed the air, she was approaching the building, she could smell Gravitas' intoxicating scent. She now held Sorg on her back with both hands, leaned down and leapt upwards, reaching the rooftops of one of the buildings. She paused for a second when she landed, reading the shockwaves, then bolted. Within seconds, Rakasha hopped down into the sun room, the wind braking her fall and slowing her fall so that she touched down onto the floor. She let Sorg down and held out her hand, a small swirl of wind encircling her to keep her scent hidden. She said in a very small whisper, looking at Sorg's aura.
Ok, Ice Man...Lead the way.
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Gravitas took a deep breath then gasped, her eyes shooting open. That smell. That blind one! She's here to kill Maphisto!...Wait. Thats Sorg. Did she bring him here? Whats going on? Maybe! YES!
She stood up, using the wall as her balance and ran to the door, kicking it as hard as she could. She stepped back all the way to the wall then ran forwards, kicking it again. She repeated this over and over, trying to get the message to Sorg that she was here and to hurry. The pain was intensifying and the birghtness of the room was starting to get to her, the sweat dripping from her clothes and hair.
