LuckycoolHawk9
You Are Far Too Nice, Mercy Has a Price
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Chrissie (Fargothia) Fletcher, Dan, Michael Ross, Christopher Fletcher, Zale Lawerewnce, Peter Destin, Joe the Ghost and Darren
and Mr.Death
Chrissie didn't exactly disagree with the girl. All of this fighting was doing nothing to solve their problems at all. If they kept fighting among each other, things were only going to make things worse. She would keep her eyes on Mr. Death, watching as the girl would check on him.
" I mean, the only thing that was hurt was my pride. I did not expect to have to combat someone while just talking..... though, I guess I should have expected it, I did present myself in a less than favorable way. " Ari would find that there were no bumps on his head, though it was noticeable that when Zale had tackled him, he had gained a slight scratch on his face above his right eye.... one that was bleeding at the moment. " Huh- never gotten a scar before, usually never had someone who can touch me..... but then again, Peter and I existed in seperate circles, so neither of us encountered each other much." He noticed that the girl was moving away and followed, not entirely certain why they were moving from the fog. He got his answer as Charlie was consumed by it and the last bit of life was gone. He could feel he was dead.... and not even Peter to could save him.
Dan would look over at her. Why were the men giving them something that couldn't be beaten? He didn't know, but he didn't like it. He didn't need to be told twice to run. He looked over at Zale. The swimmer had proved to be more resourceful than any of the undead. " As much as I hate being helpful.... I don't think Peter realizes his effects." Michael would nod in agreement, grabbing the other arm of the swimmer that Dan didn't take and would run while carrying him. Things would be simpler without him, but Dan knew that it wasn't his choice and the group was already distrusting of each other, he didn't need to add more fuel to the fire that existed. Besides the ghost already didn't trust him and it certainly would express that to Peter when they got to a safer location.
" Thanks," Zale replied.
Joe wasn't an idiot. The ghost could see that Michael and Dan were attempting to prove they were trustworthy. " Come on, Darren," Joe replied, offering their hand.
" I'm good, but thanks for looking out for me. You have proven to be somewhat trustworthy, even if you are more dead than most of us," Darren replied with a smile on his face.
Chris would trip,. " Fucking shoelaces... go on without me."
Chrissie rolled her eyes and would literally yank her brother off the floor. " Stop being such a drama king, Fargothix."
Chris glared. She knew that he hated it when she called him by his personal nickname. " I was trying to be heroic, Fargothia."
" Sure you were."
" As enjoyable as sibling bickering can be, I would advise you save that for later," Michael replied.
Peter would take a deep breath and just focus on running. It seemed more important than anything else. Survival. After a while, he would notice an opening. " There's a way out over here," he called back as he had to wonder if this was another trap. He didn't focus too much on that idea, as they entered the room, and once the last of the group got into the room, the passage would close. " ....This looks like the dinning hll. Where everyone was first...... I guess we can look for clues to what really happened here."
@slifer
and Mr.Death
Chrissie didn't exactly disagree with the girl. All of this fighting was doing nothing to solve their problems at all. If they kept fighting among each other, things were only going to make things worse. She would keep her eyes on Mr. Death, watching as the girl would check on him.
" I mean, the only thing that was hurt was my pride. I did not expect to have to combat someone while just talking..... though, I guess I should have expected it, I did present myself in a less than favorable way. " Ari would find that there were no bumps on his head, though it was noticeable that when Zale had tackled him, he had gained a slight scratch on his face above his right eye.... one that was bleeding at the moment. " Huh- never gotten a scar before, usually never had someone who can touch me..... but then again, Peter and I existed in seperate circles, so neither of us encountered each other much." He noticed that the girl was moving away and followed, not entirely certain why they were moving from the fog. He got his answer as Charlie was consumed by it and the last bit of life was gone. He could feel he was dead.... and not even Peter to could save him.
Dan would look over at her. Why were the men giving them something that couldn't be beaten? He didn't know, but he didn't like it. He didn't need to be told twice to run. He looked over at Zale. The swimmer had proved to be more resourceful than any of the undead. " As much as I hate being helpful.... I don't think Peter realizes his effects." Michael would nod in agreement, grabbing the other arm of the swimmer that Dan didn't take and would run while carrying him. Things would be simpler without him, but Dan knew that it wasn't his choice and the group was already distrusting of each other, he didn't need to add more fuel to the fire that existed. Besides the ghost already didn't trust him and it certainly would express that to Peter when they got to a safer location.
" Thanks," Zale replied.
Joe wasn't an idiot. The ghost could see that Michael and Dan were attempting to prove they were trustworthy. " Come on, Darren," Joe replied, offering their hand.
" I'm good, but thanks for looking out for me. You have proven to be somewhat trustworthy, even if you are more dead than most of us," Darren replied with a smile on his face.
Chris would trip,. " Fucking shoelaces... go on without me."
Chrissie rolled her eyes and would literally yank her brother off the floor. " Stop being such a drama king, Fargothix."
Chris glared. She knew that he hated it when she called him by his personal nickname. " I was trying to be heroic, Fargothia."
" Sure you were."
" As enjoyable as sibling bickering can be, I would advise you save that for later," Michael replied.
Peter would take a deep breath and just focus on running. It seemed more important than anything else. Survival. After a while, he would notice an opening. " There's a way out over here," he called back as he had to wonder if this was another trap. He didn't focus too much on that idea, as they entered the room, and once the last of the group got into the room, the passage would close. " ....This looks like the dinning hll. Where everyone was first...... I guess we can look for clues to what really happened here."
@slifer