Dean ‘Havoc’ Reginald
It took the Therian a while to reply to his comments, and by the time he did, tears were on the verge of out breaking.
"She wishes I had died rather then lived. I'm sure she wishes for my death once we find Val as well," Touya remarked dimly, visibly shaken by April’s comment. Reginald frowned on Touya’s behalf.
“Oh don’t be so pessimistic,” the former medic berated, “I think that you two just need to talk this over once things have had the chance to settle down a bit.”
"I can go myself, Touya declared after a few passing seconds. Apparently, the Therian thought it was wise to shoulder the burdens himself. Determination managed to work its way back into his features, renewing the look in his gaze. Ordinarily, it would probably have been a convincing display, but Reginald was far from fooled. This was the refugee who had just spent the last few days sulking in bed, unable to even properly withdraw his signature claws. "Watch over her and see that she heals properly. If I don't return, you can find Val in the forests of Creeid, near the mountains to the east. It was there that we had awoken from our sleep. The main group of Therian's left that area a long time ago and only Val and his rebels remain. I'll go see if Damea still remembers his words of companionship, though I'm beginning to doubt everything that is said to me from a human's lips."
Finished with his explanations, the Therian turned briskly and started towards the exit. Yet before he could escape, a firm grasp locked onto his shoulder. Reginald stood directly behind the Therian, his expression sombre.
“April can manage herself. Judging from past experience, she’s not the kind of person who thrills at reckless behaviour. Makes her a little boring that way, but it also means she won’t put herself in the way of unnecessary harm,” Reginald stated. Smirking to lighten the mood, he released his grip and stood back a bit, still conscious of giving the Therian his space. “Like I said before though, we’re going to need help to get into that rebel base of yours. Sure you’ve told me the location, but we still don’t know the layout or details, just like you don’t know the layout of the prison. Basically, we need to help each other.”
Green eyes looked Touya up and down then, inspecting him. “Besides, you heard me before. I wouldn’t recommend you to do anything at the moment given your sorry state,” said Reginald, adding a healthy level of scepticism into his tone, “That said, I can hardly allow you to walk right into danger without supervision now, can I? That would reflect very badly on my records.”
Without waiting for Touya’s response, Reginald walked up to the door and opened it. Fortunately, April had offered him her spare key for the duration of the week. Albeit, rather reluctantly. To which Reginald responded by saying there was hardly anything worth stealing anyway. Abruptly, the medic paused by the entrance as sunlight filtered into the dusty apartment, gazing at Touya.
“But my dear faceless, are you really okay with handing out your information like that? Surely you must know that whatever April has planned, it probably won’t bode well for your people. Though rebels they maybe, are you really okay with leaving their fates in the hands of a vengeful soldier?”
April Rosevolt
Why had she snapped like that?
April stalked down the narrow alleyway of Little Fitzroy Street, paving a path directly to her favourite bar. A tacky little joint that looked more like a crack between the walls. Not that April had any particular inclination for decrepit appearances, it was just that sometimes, Barney's Counter seemed like the only place in the city where she could escape from crowds. She did not wish to stay in her house after saying something so gravely insulting to Touya. She could barely stand to face him. How unprofessional. How immature.
Happening upon the busted, red door that indicated she had arrived at the desired venue, April pushed open the entrance with her one good arm, frustrated. Irritated at herself and the world, she decided that now was the best opportunity to drink her concerns away. April had kept her alcoholic addiction in check for the sake of her job, but even that hardly seemed to matter anymore. She had lost everything. What would her mother say if she discovered her daughter in such a crippled state? She would have probably disowned her on the spot.
Dumping herself down on a stool, a collection of braided and long, blonde hair fell messily over her features. Her brow rested within her palm, nursing a phantom migraine. "What now?" she murmured. Perhaps an apology was in order. Or maybe not. There was still so little she understood about Touya and the Therians. Sitting up again, April waved the bartender over, ordering the first drink of many.