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EMIRA THERRIEN
Emira took her time descending from the tree, making sure not to get any more needless splinters, or worse, fall through the foliage to only land on the dirty ground and break multiple bones. Surprisingly enough during her life time, sheβd never once seriously injured herself. Better not start today.
As soon as she managed to shimmy her way down, she hopped from the lowest branch she could and landed on the ground slightly less than graceful. Wiping the dirt off her leggings, she barley caught her companionβs comments before he started strolling along. Rolling her eyes, she stretched her arms above her head until she heard her shoulders crack. Skipping ahead, she quickly caught up to the taller boy. βI thought that much was obvious,β Emira plainly stated, continuing to skip along the path that had been deemed safe by her ghostly friend. Turning around as she walked to face him, she added, βneed I remind you, you were the one dragging me along all caveman like with your sweaty grip.β
So far, the guy had barley done much other than nearly running them to probable impending doom. Who was it that stopped him from running away like an idiot? Emira. Who was it that climbed up a tree to see what exactly was going on? Emira. Whoβs the one who figured out a safe path? Well, that one was Henry, but heβs basically just an extension of Emira at this point so sheβll argue that that was her doing as well. God, this bozo would probably be dead if it werenβt for her. What kind of supernatural creature was he even? Probably one of those fairies who danced and drank all night instead of actually doing much. Here they were, on a real life high stakes adventure, and he was going to take the opportunity to whine and complain about her being there like some overly moody antagonist character from a PokΓ©mon game.
As Emira continued down the path, she tried to stay as quiet as she could as to not alarm anyone nearby of their presence. Thankfully her slender frame and shortness made her steps almost completely inaudible. Her thoughts got easily distracted with the silence. Running over her pervious conversation with Henry, she was stuck on what he'd said before about the dude looking familiar. She pondered how that could be. Henry generally was always around her, so if he had passed by him enough to make an impression, she had probably been there too. Now, it's not like Henry can't so places without her. For all she knew he could have haunted Qaz or something, but that seemed highly improbable. Dang, this was gunna bug her. Turning to walk backwards again to face the guy, she quirked her head to the side and asked, "hey, have we ever met before? You don't look familiar, but-" "Emira, you got two headed up your way, hide or get prepared!"" Henry's alarmed voice rang in her ear as the ghost suddenly appeared right beside her, his face urging. In a moment of adrenaline, Emira made a snap decision that it would be better to hide than fight, especially with this useless guy hanging off her.
Turning her head to look for a place to hide, she decided on the first slightly decent place she saw before running and pushing Yaz behind a high foliaged area, diving after him. With both her legs straddling either side of his hips, she covered his mouth so he wouldn't make any noise before she leaned down so her face was beside his ear. She harshly whispered as quiet as she could, "don't say anything, someone's coming."
As soon as she managed to shimmy her way down, she hopped from the lowest branch she could and landed on the ground slightly less than graceful. Wiping the dirt off her leggings, she barley caught her companionβs comments before he started strolling along. Rolling her eyes, she stretched her arms above her head until she heard her shoulders crack. Skipping ahead, she quickly caught up to the taller boy. βI thought that much was obvious,β Emira plainly stated, continuing to skip along the path that had been deemed safe by her ghostly friend. Turning around as she walked to face him, she added, βneed I remind you, you were the one dragging me along all caveman like with your sweaty grip.β
So far, the guy had barley done much other than nearly running them to probable impending doom. Who was it that stopped him from running away like an idiot? Emira. Who was it that climbed up a tree to see what exactly was going on? Emira. Whoβs the one who figured out a safe path? Well, that one was Henry, but heβs basically just an extension of Emira at this point so sheβll argue that that was her doing as well. God, this bozo would probably be dead if it werenβt for her. What kind of supernatural creature was he even? Probably one of those fairies who danced and drank all night instead of actually doing much. Here they were, on a real life high stakes adventure, and he was going to take the opportunity to whine and complain about her being there like some overly moody antagonist character from a PokΓ©mon game.
As Emira continued down the path, she tried to stay as quiet as she could as to not alarm anyone nearby of their presence. Thankfully her slender frame and shortness made her steps almost completely inaudible. Her thoughts got easily distracted with the silence. Running over her pervious conversation with Henry, she was stuck on what he'd said before about the dude looking familiar. She pondered how that could be. Henry generally was always around her, so if he had passed by him enough to make an impression, she had probably been there too. Now, it's not like Henry can't so places without her. For all she knew he could have haunted Qaz or something, but that seemed highly improbable. Dang, this was gunna bug her. Turning to walk backwards again to face the guy, she quirked her head to the side and asked, "hey, have we ever met before? You don't look familiar, but-" "Emira, you got two headed up your way, hide or get prepared!"" Henry's alarmed voice rang in her ear as the ghost suddenly appeared right beside her, his face urging. In a moment of adrenaline, Emira made a snap decision that it would be better to hide than fight, especially with this useless guy hanging off her.
Turning her head to look for a place to hide, she decided on the first slightly decent place she saw before running and pushing Yaz behind a high foliaged area, diving after him. With both her legs straddling either side of his hips, she covered his mouth so he wouldn't make any noise before she leaned down so her face was beside his ear. She harshly whispered as quiet as she could, "don't say anything, someone's coming."
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ATLAS VASYLYK
Atlas snapped out of his head for a moment at the sound of the frustrated Siren. Glancing over in her direction, he felt his face fall and soften. "I'm very sorry, it was never my intention to catch you by surprise. It won't happen again." In truth, he honestly thought he was communicating with her. Atlas had a tendency to just do what he thought he needed as it was the best option. He sometimes forgot to communicate those plans, however. He was going to take note of that and try to improve upon it, especially if he was going to be sticking around Niska for awhile longer. They were already in a sensitive situation. He shouldn't be making it worse.
Atlas was going to apologize again, but stopped as he heard the same sounds Niska obviously did by the strained groan that came from her. She was right. They did need a plan, and all he could come up with them was to run again (attracting attention) or to fight them (exerting themselves). Either option didn't seem great. Atlas had taken a chance and gotten lucky with the two captors before hand. He had no history really on who these people are, what they were capable of, or even what they wanted in the first place. They were essentially running blind, and one wrong move could cost them their freedom or life.
Glancing back down at the girl was she mentioned her plan, Atlas nodded. "Seems like our best shot," he affirmed. He could tell her voice was getting strained. After this, they wouldn't be able to count on her using her vocal hypnosis. He wasn't even sure on how long she'd be without it or how to get it back sooner. Water or something to soothe her voice seemed like an obvious choice. Maybe it was just time. Either way, it was best they used it now while they could and it'd be useful.
Soon enough, men came running over to the bodies he'd left behind. They didn't have any more time to contemplate. Following the girl's lead, he trailed behind her, making sure he was as quiet and soft with his movements as he could be. He didn't know how far her powers would stretch at this point, and he didn't want to make her work harder than she had too.
As soon as the two were under the cover of forest, Atlas's previous tense demeanor shifted slightly. He felt better knowing they weren't out in the open if her powers decided to clock out for the day. Here, he could defend himself better, granted the men weren't in groups or they just smacked into one another. "If it would be easier for you to just enchant yourself, you can take it off of me. I'll stay as hidden as I can, " Atlas proposed quietly. It might work in their favour if it would mean the cover would last longer for her. If someone saw Atlas, he could just divert them away from the girl. He would prefer to stick with her as it was, strength in numbers and all that, but he'd be alright if she made it out and he didn't. At least someone had to survive this in order to tell someone.
Continuing under the cover of the tree's for a few minutes, sure to avoid a path, all seemed relatively fine. He was sure if they were this far into the woods without hearing so much as a word or a scurry, then it'd be safe to assume the people weren't using it as some sort of trail for whatever they were doing. And if people were here, they wouldn't be in big numbers.
Moving closer to the one path he saw, still not making the move to step on it quite yet, he just barley heard the crunch of dirt coming from the trail ahead. It sounded like two people, enough for him to take on easily if he caught them by surprise. Pressing his back behind a tree, he signaled with his hand for Niska to do the same, mouthing, "they're coming."
It was two to three minutes before Atlas caught in the corner of his eyes one man and woman rounding over the bend of the trail, talking lowly to themselves. Atlas didn't have time to eavesdrop on their conversation. Moving quickly, he slipped behind the man and snapped his neck efficiently and quickly. He'd found it to be the best method in his experience. He was planning on being fast enough to also catch the woman by surprise, but she seemed just as fast as he was. In an instant, the woman struck out with a hand, aiming to grab his throat. Atlas, caught by surprise, grunted as she made contact but was quick to react and break off her grip. They both broke away from one another, sizing each other up. She seemed to be a vampire like him. Atlas was definitely not expecting that.
"You nearly escaped, hmm?" The woman purred, Atlas glowered down at her, bracing himself for when she launched herself at him again. The woman lacked training. She was sloppy, attacking freely with reckless force. Her moves were obvious. He guessed she was a semi-new turned vampire. Ducking, the woman landed behind him, catching herself in a kneeling position. Atlas took the opportunity to grip her head between both his hands and wedge his foot on her shoulder. With all the strength he had in him, he pulled and twisted, ripping the blonde's head from her body in awful sounding, jerky movements. Well, this was just not what he was planning on spending his day on.
Dropping the head on the ground, he lifted his arm to wipe his face of the blood that sprayed on it. Atlas cleared his throat, stating, "We're in the clear, Niska." Rolling his shoulders back, his muscles felt too tense. He was going to be feeling this in the morning. Glancing around, he nearly began walking again, before he heard small rustling not to far away. Curious, Atlas glanced around before seeing the tip of someone's shoe peeking out from behind some dense foliage. Not sensing danger, maybe just a dead body, Atlas approached quietly and peaked around to see who or what it was.
He sure as hell did not expect this.
Letting out a long sigh, Atlas lowered his head to his hand in an exasperated motion. "Kaz, now is not the time for your usual antics," he chastised his roommate who was on the dirty forest ground with a girl straddling him. Christ. The girl, who Atlas could now recall as a very familiar Emira, slipped off Kaz and peeked around Atlas. Her gaze focused directly on the two bodies as she muttered βbadass," under her breath.
Atlas was going to apologize again, but stopped as he heard the same sounds Niska obviously did by the strained groan that came from her. She was right. They did need a plan, and all he could come up with them was to run again (attracting attention) or to fight them (exerting themselves). Either option didn't seem great. Atlas had taken a chance and gotten lucky with the two captors before hand. He had no history really on who these people are, what they were capable of, or even what they wanted in the first place. They were essentially running blind, and one wrong move could cost them their freedom or life.
Glancing back down at the girl was she mentioned her plan, Atlas nodded. "Seems like our best shot," he affirmed. He could tell her voice was getting strained. After this, they wouldn't be able to count on her using her vocal hypnosis. He wasn't even sure on how long she'd be without it or how to get it back sooner. Water or something to soothe her voice seemed like an obvious choice. Maybe it was just time. Either way, it was best they used it now while they could and it'd be useful.
Soon enough, men came running over to the bodies he'd left behind. They didn't have any more time to contemplate. Following the girl's lead, he trailed behind her, making sure he was as quiet and soft with his movements as he could be. He didn't know how far her powers would stretch at this point, and he didn't want to make her work harder than she had too.
As soon as the two were under the cover of forest, Atlas's previous tense demeanor shifted slightly. He felt better knowing they weren't out in the open if her powers decided to clock out for the day. Here, he could defend himself better, granted the men weren't in groups or they just smacked into one another. "If it would be easier for you to just enchant yourself, you can take it off of me. I'll stay as hidden as I can, " Atlas proposed quietly. It might work in their favour if it would mean the cover would last longer for her. If someone saw Atlas, he could just divert them away from the girl. He would prefer to stick with her as it was, strength in numbers and all that, but he'd be alright if she made it out and he didn't. At least someone had to survive this in order to tell someone.
Continuing under the cover of the tree's for a few minutes, sure to avoid a path, all seemed relatively fine. He was sure if they were this far into the woods without hearing so much as a word or a scurry, then it'd be safe to assume the people weren't using it as some sort of trail for whatever they were doing. And if people were here, they wouldn't be in big numbers.
Moving closer to the one path he saw, still not making the move to step on it quite yet, he just barley heard the crunch of dirt coming from the trail ahead. It sounded like two people, enough for him to take on easily if he caught them by surprise. Pressing his back behind a tree, he signaled with his hand for Niska to do the same, mouthing, "they're coming."
It was two to three minutes before Atlas caught in the corner of his eyes one man and woman rounding over the bend of the trail, talking lowly to themselves. Atlas didn't have time to eavesdrop on their conversation. Moving quickly, he slipped behind the man and snapped his neck efficiently and quickly. He'd found it to be the best method in his experience. He was planning on being fast enough to also catch the woman by surprise, but she seemed just as fast as he was. In an instant, the woman struck out with a hand, aiming to grab his throat. Atlas, caught by surprise, grunted as she made contact but was quick to react and break off her grip. They both broke away from one another, sizing each other up. She seemed to be a vampire like him. Atlas was definitely not expecting that.
"You nearly escaped, hmm?" The woman purred, Atlas glowered down at her, bracing himself for when she launched herself at him again. The woman lacked training. She was sloppy, attacking freely with reckless force. Her moves were obvious. He guessed she was a semi-new turned vampire. Ducking, the woman landed behind him, catching herself in a kneeling position. Atlas took the opportunity to grip her head between both his hands and wedge his foot on her shoulder. With all the strength he had in him, he pulled and twisted, ripping the blonde's head from her body in awful sounding, jerky movements. Well, this was just not what he was planning on spending his day on.
Dropping the head on the ground, he lifted his arm to wipe his face of the blood that sprayed on it. Atlas cleared his throat, stating, "We're in the clear, Niska." Rolling his shoulders back, his muscles felt too tense. He was going to be feeling this in the morning. Glancing around, he nearly began walking again, before he heard small rustling not to far away. Curious, Atlas glanced around before seeing the tip of someone's shoe peeking out from behind some dense foliage. Not sensing danger, maybe just a dead body, Atlas approached quietly and peaked around to see who or what it was.
He sure as hell did not expect this.
Letting out a long sigh, Atlas lowered his head to his hand in an exasperated motion. "Kaz, now is not the time for your usual antics," he chastised his roommate who was on the dirty forest ground with a girl straddling him. Christ. The girl, who Atlas could now recall as a very familiar Emira, slipped off Kaz and peeked around Atlas. Her gaze focused directly on the two bodies as she muttered βbadass," under her breath.
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