Think... Fast...
For all it was worth, Mercy tried, to the best of her ability no less, to figure out a way this girl could stop producing unwilling victims, however neither option seemed to fly. As much as she wanted to, there was no chance she could bring her back to the Wicked Ones base of operations. Too many risks involved, and from simple deduction this ominous death cloud was far, faaar different from her own toxic abilities in a sense that this "death aura" couldn't be smothered by putting on a ridiculous garb and a gasmask.
But to leave such a young child to her own whims was just as unthinkable...
Mercy snapped out of her thought train when the other began to speak again, presumably feeling a lot less endangered with Shadow out of the picture.
Upon the otherkind's word, Mercy leaned to the side to try and catch a glimpse of this... boy, she spoke of, but could only make out a bleak and unconscious silhouette amidst the rubble. “He was not with us... But I will let my colleagues know someone here might need medical attention. They'll be able to take care of him.” Mercy seemed to respond with a certain confidence in her voice.
Despite that easily taken care of, she still wasn't sure about the situation with her target. The tone in her voice seemed to contradict her vocal wishes, like she didn't want Mercy to leave, but to stay. With a comforting smile hiding behind her mask, the green-haired woman dared to take another step to close the gap between her and the Other, her muffled voice echoing throughout the ruined building. “I can't leave you here all alone, can I? That would be irresponsible. I'm here to help you-” She quickly added to her words. “Because I want to help you.” She stopped, holding out her hand in a suggestive signal to urge the girl to come closer.
“Now, why don't you tell me your name. Mine is Mercy, nice to meet you. What would you say if we left this place together?” It was a start. A small one, but a start nonetheless. If she could gain a bit more trust, perhaps then she could persuade the girl to come with her to a much safer place for her where she wouldn't be able to hurt the innocent. She wasn't willing to give up on this poor girl just yet...
For all it was worth, Mercy tried, to the best of her ability no less, to figure out a way this girl could stop producing unwilling victims, however neither option seemed to fly. As much as she wanted to, there was no chance she could bring her back to the Wicked Ones base of operations. Too many risks involved, and from simple deduction this ominous death cloud was far, faaar different from her own toxic abilities in a sense that this "death aura" couldn't be smothered by putting on a ridiculous garb and a gasmask.
But to leave such a young child to her own whims was just as unthinkable...
Mercy snapped out of her thought train when the other began to speak again, presumably feeling a lot less endangered with Shadow out of the picture.
Upon the otherkind's word, Mercy leaned to the side to try and catch a glimpse of this... boy, she spoke of, but could only make out a bleak and unconscious silhouette amidst the rubble. “He was not with us... But I will let my colleagues know someone here might need medical attention. They'll be able to take care of him.” Mercy seemed to respond with a certain confidence in her voice.
Despite that easily taken care of, she still wasn't sure about the situation with her target. The tone in her voice seemed to contradict her vocal wishes, like she didn't want Mercy to leave, but to stay. With a comforting smile hiding behind her mask, the green-haired woman dared to take another step to close the gap between her and the Other, her muffled voice echoing throughout the ruined building. “I can't leave you here all alone, can I? That would be irresponsible. I'm here to help you-” She quickly added to her words. “Because I want to help you.” She stopped, holding out her hand in a suggestive signal to urge the girl to come closer.
“Now, why don't you tell me your name. Mine is Mercy, nice to meet you. What would you say if we left this place together?” It was a start. A small one, but a start nonetheless. If she could gain a bit more trust, perhaps then she could persuade the girl to come with her to a much safer place for her where she wouldn't be able to hurt the innocent. She wasn't willing to give up on this poor girl just yet...