Ashton groaned, rolling over onto his stomach before groaning again, louder, and perhaps more obnoxiously than called for. There was a thwack as Aaron smacked Ashton the hand, not up to hear his brother complaining when he wasn't in much better shape. "You had to confront him, didn't you? Next time, we talk, we don't fight. Just because we're immortal doesn't mean we can't break. We can easily break!" Aaron practically shouts at his brother as he lowers his head again, groaning himself now.
"Yeah, well you didn't have to deal with him holding you down and wailing on your face," Ashton snaps back, agitated from the pain and feeling of ichor all over him. His arm was badly broken, the bones shattered, he had a few ribs broken, and his nose certainly didn't look straight from where he could see it. "You're right, I was too busy trying to pull you out from under him," Aaron mumbled as he finally opened his eyes to look around them, sitting up. He was covered in his own and Ahston's ichor and he shivered at the sticky feeling of the golden blood.
"Where are we?" Ashton asked, still not looking past his broken nose as he reached up to it. He braced himself, then snapped his nose sharply to the right. There was a loud pop, then he groaned again. At least it was set, his arm would take longer to fix up and his ribs would take time too, but at least he was still breathing, or rather, alive since he didn't have to breath and all.
"Human world, banished for life. We need to find the others and figure something out before things get bad," Aaron mutters, clearly not pleased with anything. Ashton looks down at himself and Aaron then states, "Things aren't bad yet?" Aaron rolls his eyes and stands to go help his brother up, allowing Ashton to lean on Aaron as they walk out of looked like an empty barn. Around them, hay was strewn and a few animals stood, making odd noises that neither boy liked.
As the two emerged into the daylight, both blinking and Aaron covering his eyes while Ashton's arm hung limp at his side, Ashton asked, "Question is, how do we find them? They could be in a different country or... what's wrong with that bird?" Ashton nodded towards a bird that seemed to have taken a particular interest in them. Aaron shivered in his thin clothing. There was snow and he was missing the nice warmth of the barn. The two wore what would have passed for a merchant's sons.
It was hard to believe they were riding not too long ago when they went back to see the fight, and Ashton stepped in, nearly getting him and Aaron both killed, again. Aaron smiled up at the bird however. "Verisavia, nobody else can talk to animals like she can," Aaron says with a large grin as he allows the bird to land on his finger. The two watch it for a moment before it flies away.
"What are we waiting for, let's go follow the bird," Ashton mutters as he motions towards the bird with his head. Aaron nods and begins to move quickly before Ashton gasps and slows his pace. They'd heal faster than mortals, but it would still take time.
The two followed the bird, ignoring the odd looks they received from some of the people around them as they walked. The two walked through the market place, stumbling over each other practically. As they walked, they couldn't help but wonder if their father was watching them though the other twin didn't know they had the same thoughts. Aaron pulled into a side alley, breathing deeply, Ashton always was the more physical one.
He set Ashton down for a moment, the twin groaning as he felt his ribs shift. Aaron went to the mouth of the alley and looked out, searching for anyone he might know. He was about to give up and go grab Ashton to find a place to stay when he caught sight of a mass of birds over an alley a block or so down. That must have been Verisavia.
"Come on, we're close," Aaron states as he goes to pick Ashton up again, eliciting a groan in the process. Ashton allowed himself to be led through the market though he did allow his head to loll onto Aaron's shoulder. Aaron practically dragged his brother before the alley where he saw friends, and gods he was more acquaintances with than anything else, gathered.
Aaron allowed Ashton to drop onto a nearby pile of hay that didn't look the cleanest, but figured it was better than the dirt eliciting another groan, though this one over exaggerated and followed by a loud and annoyed Oww. "We're here too, though this idiot is in bad shape," Aaron says with a smile motioning to his brother who was trying to flip himself over with one arm. Aaron wasn't concerned for the pain, Ashton had done tons of stupid and painful things. If he hadn't been stupid and allowed himself to loose his temper he wouldn't be messed up so badly. "I'm not stupid, I just like to pick fights that have a chance to make a difference," Ashton says with a smile and slight wave with his good arm.
"No, you picked a fight with our dad, that's why you're an idiot. You've been beaten by him before, don't go back if you're going to complain after," Aason huffs as he runs a hand through his hair, spreading the ichor. "But... you'd complain too if you were broken like this," Ashton says with a roll of his eyes. Aaron just waves a hand, dismissing his brother's claims.
"Is this it? This is what we have left to keep the mortals alive?" Ashton asks, his happiness at being alive lessening as he looked at the small group. Aaron looked concerned too. There was what, six of them? They were doomed if this was all. Aaron ran a hand of his chin to clear it of the ichor, rubbing his hand on his pant leg as he took a seat by his brother, leaning against the building behind him, trying to work out any way that they might all come out of this, alive and well. Aaron and Ashton were happy to see the others, it meant they weren't entirely alone, but it also meant that they were low on any luck, if only the goddess of luck had joined their plea.
"Yeah, well you didn't have to deal with him holding you down and wailing on your face," Ashton snaps back, agitated from the pain and feeling of ichor all over him. His arm was badly broken, the bones shattered, he had a few ribs broken, and his nose certainly didn't look straight from where he could see it. "You're right, I was too busy trying to pull you out from under him," Aaron mumbled as he finally opened his eyes to look around them, sitting up. He was covered in his own and Ahston's ichor and he shivered at the sticky feeling of the golden blood.
"Where are we?" Ashton asked, still not looking past his broken nose as he reached up to it. He braced himself, then snapped his nose sharply to the right. There was a loud pop, then he groaned again. At least it was set, his arm would take longer to fix up and his ribs would take time too, but at least he was still breathing, or rather, alive since he didn't have to breath and all.
"Human world, banished for life. We need to find the others and figure something out before things get bad," Aaron mutters, clearly not pleased with anything. Ashton looks down at himself and Aaron then states, "Things aren't bad yet?" Aaron rolls his eyes and stands to go help his brother up, allowing Ashton to lean on Aaron as they walk out of looked like an empty barn. Around them, hay was strewn and a few animals stood, making odd noises that neither boy liked.
As the two emerged into the daylight, both blinking and Aaron covering his eyes while Ashton's arm hung limp at his side, Ashton asked, "Question is, how do we find them? They could be in a different country or... what's wrong with that bird?" Ashton nodded towards a bird that seemed to have taken a particular interest in them. Aaron shivered in his thin clothing. There was snow and he was missing the nice warmth of the barn. The two wore what would have passed for a merchant's sons.
It was hard to believe they were riding not too long ago when they went back to see the fight, and Ashton stepped in, nearly getting him and Aaron both killed, again. Aaron smiled up at the bird however. "Verisavia, nobody else can talk to animals like she can," Aaron says with a large grin as he allows the bird to land on his finger. The two watch it for a moment before it flies away.
"What are we waiting for, let's go follow the bird," Ashton mutters as he motions towards the bird with his head. Aaron nods and begins to move quickly before Ashton gasps and slows his pace. They'd heal faster than mortals, but it would still take time.
The two followed the bird, ignoring the odd looks they received from some of the people around them as they walked. The two walked through the market place, stumbling over each other practically. As they walked, they couldn't help but wonder if their father was watching them though the other twin didn't know they had the same thoughts. Aaron pulled into a side alley, breathing deeply, Ashton always was the more physical one.
He set Ashton down for a moment, the twin groaning as he felt his ribs shift. Aaron went to the mouth of the alley and looked out, searching for anyone he might know. He was about to give up and go grab Ashton to find a place to stay when he caught sight of a mass of birds over an alley a block or so down. That must have been Verisavia.
"Come on, we're close," Aaron states as he goes to pick Ashton up again, eliciting a groan in the process. Ashton allowed himself to be led through the market though he did allow his head to loll onto Aaron's shoulder. Aaron practically dragged his brother before the alley where he saw friends, and gods he was more acquaintances with than anything else, gathered.
Aaron allowed Ashton to drop onto a nearby pile of hay that didn't look the cleanest, but figured it was better than the dirt eliciting another groan, though this one over exaggerated and followed by a loud and annoyed Oww. "We're here too, though this idiot is in bad shape," Aaron says with a smile motioning to his brother who was trying to flip himself over with one arm. Aaron wasn't concerned for the pain, Ashton had done tons of stupid and painful things. If he hadn't been stupid and allowed himself to loose his temper he wouldn't be messed up so badly. "I'm not stupid, I just like to pick fights that have a chance to make a difference," Ashton says with a smile and slight wave with his good arm.
"No, you picked a fight with our dad, that's why you're an idiot. You've been beaten by him before, don't go back if you're going to complain after," Aason huffs as he runs a hand through his hair, spreading the ichor. "But... you'd complain too if you were broken like this," Ashton says with a roll of his eyes. Aaron just waves a hand, dismissing his brother's claims.
"Is this it? This is what we have left to keep the mortals alive?" Ashton asks, his happiness at being alive lessening as he looked at the small group. Aaron looked concerned too. There was what, six of them? They were doomed if this was all. Aaron ran a hand of his chin to clear it of the ichor, rubbing his hand on his pant leg as he took a seat by his brother, leaning against the building behind him, trying to work out any way that they might all come out of this, alive and well. Aaron and Ashton were happy to see the others, it meant they weren't entirely alone, but it also meant that they were low on any luck, if only the goddess of luck had joined their plea.