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Post by Starfire on Sept 27, 2014 9:18:13 GMT -6
Starfire kept her head down and flipped off Aalis, she didn't want to heal Guile, he could do it himself.
As she heard the sound of the voice, she raised her own gun toward the person now that it had been loaded. It was the first time she had actually seen anyone that was alive and well since she had met up with Aalis, Gil and... Asshole. The gun that the other male was holding was positioned at her head she didn't realize who was holding it, she was too focused on the end of the gun. "Drop. The. Gun." Her voice was firm and she glanced up at the face, she glared at the male holding the gun but something clicked in her mind. She recognized the male, maybe someone she had passed by or had known before the world went to shit. Star didn't have the time to remember at the moment since the gun he was holding was pointed at her head.
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Post by feliciseinferi on Sept 27, 2014 21:43:55 GMT -6
Felicise put his gun away at the sight of Gilgaard and Starfire a sigh of relief through-out his throat:
"Damn guys am I glad to see I am not the only bad ass bitch alive here."
Advancing towards Guile and pulled out a red phial from his bag and held Guile's head tilting the drink in his mouth, noticing the reluctant drinking Felicise reassured him:
"Drink it goddamnit its one of my health potions."
Once the phial was half empty Felicise started to chant:
"May this potion heal you, may this potion heal you, may this potion heal you, may this potion heal you, may this potion heal you..."
His eyes went towards Gil and Starfire, a gleam crossed his eyes as they were his "Sage Eyes" making sure that those he called friends were truly human. In a sigh he got up, helping up Guile that was heavier than he expected.
"Now then, Gil...Starfire, what in the world are you guys doing down here???"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2014 2:56:01 GMT -6
Guile tried to keep his mouth shut, but the lip of the potion forced his way to his teeth and the red liquid poured through. Reluctantly, he began to swallow, glaring at Felicise the entire time. The gash on his side began to slowly numb, to the point where he couldn't feel it anymore, by the time the guy pulled the potion away, Guile brought a hand up to his striped skin on his ribs. "It's... healing..?" He watched as the blood-oozing gash began to pull itself together and close, like running a knife through pudding. Until there was just a dark red patch of skin, and blood. He shot a surprised look back at Felicise and then back at Aalis, a slow grin appearing on his face.
"Well Holy fuck. That's some good shit, how many more of those do you have? We could take out the Entire enemy Army with a supply of those!" The Color in the jackals face began to come back, and he started to look more healthy.
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Post by Aalis Fairclaw on Oct 2, 2014 10:22:35 GMT -6
Aalis snarled at Starfire. It rose out of the back of her throat in rage, and for a moment she just about entirely forgot about the stranger with the gun. 'Ungrateful bitch. It's not like we need to help you. If you died, someone else could have that gun instead. Like Guile. '
As Felicise stepped closer, her hackles raised and she tensed up in preparation. She watched intently as Guile drank the potion, waiting for something to happen; good or bad. When she saw the would healing itself, her mouth gaped open slightly. Aalis had seen magical healing before, but it never failed to be breathtaking. With a long exhale, she collected herself enough to speak. She looked up at Felicise to make eye contact and attempted a weak smile. "Thank you..."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2014 10:59:15 GMT -6
Gil shook his head , not even the magical power of healing potions was enough to convince him to stay. 'Hmmph. Healing Potions. They'll run out eventually, even then, You can't heal Hunger...' He thought.
"I'm Outta here." he said, hardly loud enough for anyone else to hear. He picked a direction in the Catacombs and turned on his heal to walk away. He didn't really think anyone would follow him. He wasn't a leader, and he was only a mediocre Wizard. His specialty was runes and excavating. Now the entire World was Ruins and there wasn't much to excavate. Although, He hadn't forgotten What Guile had said when he first came back with the hellhound, the memory of his speech ringing in the back of his mind....
The Wizard knew they wouldn't cough up the Keycard, so He'd have to find another way in on his own. Sure he was scared. But Desprate times called for Desprate Measures, If the Druids of the Grunge Crew and the Muscleheads were really working together like Guile Said... then he'd likely die trying to fight them. Manning up, He strode down the corridor to the Nearest Exit, pulling out a book he Used for Wizard spells and ritual.
EXIT GILGAARD's CHARACTER.
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