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located in The Nightwing, a part of The Nightwing's Voyage, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Nightwing

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Character Portrait: Eddie Ackers Character Portrait: Minerva (Minn) Darv Character Portrait: Bond Mason
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It was a silent walk to the kitchen aside from the sound of footsteps against the floor, Eddie's own were irregular because of how he was walking. Walking was still a task for him and he carefully took each step to minimalize the stinging pain in his wound from moving around. He would cry or complain about it, but the pain was an annoying sensation he'd do much better without. Especially because he was try too keep himself looking good so that Minn wouldn't worry. Then again, she seemed angry.

Bond had found himself in front of Eddie just before they reached their destination for Edward had started tiring out a bit. Just from a walk alone, his body felt a bit taxed and that pissed him off, though nobody could tell it. It wasn't important enough for people to bother about, and they needed to get new members settled in so that they could get this voyage on the right path.

It was probably from just today's stress, maybe. But now that all that was over, Eddie wouldn't have to---

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Eddie didn't get much time to respond to MAK's 'warning' and soon found him gripping onto the doorway for dear life after he of course slammed into it with his back, hurting him greatly. It wasn't enough to break his spine, but it hurt nonetheless. The sound of the sirens going off and screams had filled the air, as well as objects too. One such item in particular was a chair that found its way to Eddie's head and slammed into it. His head recoiled back, but the chair wasn't enough to break his grip or his neck and so fell down... or sideways (whichever you'd prefer) while Eddie cussed up a storm from the pain that was now pulsing on his head.

He could hear Minn calling his name and looked towards where he had thought he heard her yell, spotting her clung to an emergency chair - not the ones that liked to hit Eddie in the face. "Hey! Hold on!" he tried yelling back to her, but wasn't sure if she could hear him through the tempest of loud noises and cries of the other members. Another chair began sliding towards Eddie, ready to take his head off or at least try to... Eddie glared at hit, as if to stop it with his mind and, after a second, it did!......Well, the ship had returned to level and everything stopped being a threat.

Eddie had, once more, fallen to the floor with a thud and now, aside from his bullet wound, his head and back were in pain too. Most importantly though, was his pride. Why the hell wasn't he in the cockpit?! Maybe he could've lessened the ship's interior damage or the harm to the crew. The ship seemed stable and there was no call through the ship, so that meant.... something, right? Well, they weren't dead so Eddie'd have to take it as a sign that he wasn't needed... immediately.

He could hear Minn's sobbing but....

His back hurt too damn much right now to move.