Was that really Connor? Confused, Melody couldn't believe what she was hearing. A rare occurrence, considering the nature of the girl's magic and all the perks it gave. She was dumbfounded, but had already concluded bollocks on it. Despite knowing about magic for, well, since she knew she could use it, Melody found it hard to imagine the dead actually being able to speak or be a real thing in the first place.
She kept silent, not wishing to vocalize her quick judgement on this phenomena lest it send Kieran back into the spiralling abyss of depression. Again. Maybe, somehow, it could happen. Magic is limitless. after all, or so her father told her. Melody nodded, watching Aberdeen-- Connor,Connerdeen? leave to rejoin the others.
“You and Connor are right, I need to go kick that things ass.”
Kieran spoke up, facing her as he seemed... Confident? Sort of. It was good to see him stick his head out of that black void of sorrow. If only for the time being. “Great. Let's go th-”
“I want you to do as Brumfield requested, protect the others. I have a plan and it's probably best there is no one near me. ”
WHAAAAAAT?!
No, seriously. What?
Nonononononono! There wasn't a single word about kicking its [b]ass[/i] by yourself. You're in need of help for that, like, totally! Look how-
“C'mon! You're asking me to do the impossible.” Melody groaned, her eyes meeting a determined Kieran that seemingly wasn't planning to back out of this idea. He looked serious about it, was this really what he needed to do?
“I...” The girl began, wanting to protest, or at the very least object somehow. However, all that came out was the acceptance of another fool trying to single-handedly kick something until its ass was twisted, turned and inside out. “Ugh... Fine.”
– No, it isn't fine.
Not fine at all. But-
“Go have your little game. But you owe me big time, buster!” She exclaimed, a weak smile forming on her face.
“I'm serious, and this time you can't sate me with a cake or something simple.” Melody nudged her friend in the side, watching him go off on his personal quest of kicking butt-cheeks, before rejoining the others to 'help' out.
She kept silent, not wishing to vocalize her quick judgement on this phenomena lest it send Kieran back into the spiralling abyss of depression. Again. Maybe, somehow, it could happen. Magic is limitless. after all, or so her father told her. Melody nodded, watching Aberdeen-- Connor,
“You and Connor are right, I need to go kick that things ass.”
Kieran spoke up, facing her as he seemed... Confident? Sort of. It was good to see him stick his head out of that black void of sorrow. If only for the time being. “Great. Let's go th-”
“I want you to do as Brumfield requested, protect the others. I have a plan and it's probably best there is no one near me. ”
WHAAAAAAT?!
No, seriously. What?
Nonononononono! There wasn't a single word about kicking its [b]ass[/i] by yourself. You're in need of help for that, like, totally! Look how-
“C'mon! You're asking me to do the impossible.” Melody groaned, her eyes meeting a determined Kieran that seemingly wasn't planning to back out of this idea. He looked serious about it, was this really what he needed to do?
“I...” The girl began, wanting to protest, or at the very least object somehow. However, all that came out was the acceptance of another fool trying to single-handedly kick something until its ass was twisted, turned and inside out. “Ugh... Fine.”
– No, it isn't fine.
Not fine at all. But-
“Go have your little game. But you owe me big time, buster!” She exclaimed, a weak smile forming on her face.
“I'm serious, and this time you can't sate me with a cake or something simple.” Melody nudged her friend in the side, watching him go off on his personal quest of kicking butt-cheeks, before rejoining the others to 'help' out.