Post by Morrigan on Mar 4, 2024 0:48:40 GMT -5
Morrigan was very tired. Not five minutes after she left the fighting and nearly collapsed, she still shuffled through the streets with leaden limbs. She kept a hand on the nearest wall at all times, leaning on it whenever she felt her balance skewing or her head pounding with pain that blurred her vision. Tender bruises had started darkening across her skin — slightly more exposed by her tarnished gi — while burns travelled up her arms with steadily drying blood. The woman looked like she’d been through Hell, no better than the now-dispelled undead, but she felt worse.
Stopping at an intersection, Morrigan poured out an exhausted sigh and tried to gain her bearings. She was reasonably far from where the incident had incited by now, but the area had not been wholly spared, recognizing several craters made by Monster’s chaotic venture with herself, Kyten and Steel. Her thoughts drifted briefly to Yogu, the young man she’d last seen badly hurt expelling his own demon… and slammed her fist against the wall, unwilling to lose focus. The concrete hardly cracked at the impact.
Groaning at the renewed throb in her arm, Morrigan pushed off the building to cross the street, drawing further from the city centre into an industrial district. Truthfully, she didn’t know the city that well. Central City was for urbanites, businessfolk and shoppers, people she had nothing in common with. The only thing for her in such a place was family. Her ability to sense energy didn’t extend as far as she liked in this terrible condition, such that she could seldom feel the civilians around her — hiding safely inside or in distress, she wasn’t certain and lacked the time to find out. So she was left trudging toward her big brother’s workplace on a whim. At the very least, she was sure she could make that distance. If he were home, then she was less confident. If he were somewhere else entirely… she didn’t want to think about it.
Stopping at an intersection, Morrigan poured out an exhausted sigh and tried to gain her bearings. She was reasonably far from where the incident had incited by now, but the area had not been wholly spared, recognizing several craters made by Monster’s chaotic venture with herself, Kyten and Steel. Her thoughts drifted briefly to Yogu, the young man she’d last seen badly hurt expelling his own demon… and slammed her fist against the wall, unwilling to lose focus. The concrete hardly cracked at the impact.
Groaning at the renewed throb in her arm, Morrigan pushed off the building to cross the street, drawing further from the city centre into an industrial district. Truthfully, she didn’t know the city that well. Central City was for urbanites, businessfolk and shoppers, people she had nothing in common with. The only thing for her in such a place was family. Her ability to sense energy didn’t extend as far as she liked in this terrible condition, such that she could seldom feel the civilians around her — hiding safely inside or in distress, she wasn’t certain and lacked the time to find out. So she was left trudging toward her big brother’s workplace on a whim. At the very least, she was sure she could make that distance. If he were home, then she was less confident. If he were somewhere else entirely… she didn’t want to think about it.
Thread PL: 50,000
PL: 500 (Suppressed)
WC: 340
PL: 500 (Suppressed)
WC: 340