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Jakers
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"I dunno how it works, and you'll never see two cards the same. At least, s'what I heard. Even if I never asked for some fucking piece of card to flip my life around, I'll admit..." Jamal replied, arms folded, as Periwinkle stood in apparent awe of his power. "...S'kinda useful."
Apparently, though, Jamal shouldn't have been focusing on making light conversation. He should've been focusing on keeping an eye on Vivahoja, because she was going off to do exactly what he'd warned her not to do.
"No, don't--! DON'T!!" Jamal roared in warning as he noticed Viva sprinting full-speed onto one of the movement-amplifying 'roads'. Gritting his teeth, he swiped at Viva with his hand to try and stop her, but missed, tripping and falling onto the leaves with a light 'thud'. His sunglasses falling from his face, the visible anger - and concern - in his luminate-green eyes seemed to be off the charts as he heard Viva's distant scream as the speed the 'road' provided sent her flying.
"Piece of SHIT!" Jamal seethed, giving the dirty jungle floor a hearty thump with his fist. A vein bulging on the side of his forehead, he scooped his sunglasses from the ground, placing them onto his face with an exasperated mixture of a sigh and a growl. Brushing leaves off his front, he shook his head as Periwinkle tried to make some comedy out of the situation.
"So do I. So do fuckin' I..." Jamal sighed, before glimpsing in the distance. He could sure as hell hear the voice Periwinkle was talking about; sounded like Viva had some sort of collision. His eyebrows tilting upwards, he grit his teeth for a moment, showing an apparent flash of anxiety, before joining Periwinkle up the sloping, glasslike road to the tree's rooftops. With each footstep the two took, it felt like something was amplifying their movements to make them obscenely faster, but they weren't getting any more exhausted than normal walking.
Each time a footstep hit the transparent road, a small green wave of light pulsated out from the point of impact, like a shockwave.
"We gotta move. Fast. However dumb that was, we sure as hell ain't leaving her. MAGNA are probably scourin' around here." Jamal said, creating additional roads high up in the trees so the two could quickly get to Viva.
Snatching his blowpipe from his bag, Jamal thumbed in a weak, narcotic dart, gripping the primitive weapon and keeping it close to his studded lips. He kept slow and steady alongside the blue-haired boy, footsteps silent on the translucent roads. Following the source of where he thought he found the voice and keeping his eyes peeled towards the jungle's floor, his expression suddenly widened after a short while of searching.
"Shh. Down there," Jamal whispered to Periwinkle, crouching down from the edge of his constructed platform, looking down at Vivahoja and the dazed male who was, understandably, pretty pissed off to have a dopey, blue-clad woman crash straight into him. Keeping low in the trees above the two, Jamal kept his blowgun at the ready, but for now, didn't do anything else but watch. It seemed he was waiting to see who the fiery, red-haired adult even was before jumping in to something he might regret.
They could've found clues to Vargo by now, but she'd just had to, hadn't she?
Apparently, though, Jamal shouldn't have been focusing on making light conversation. He should've been focusing on keeping an eye on Vivahoja, because she was going off to do exactly what he'd warned her not to do.
"No, don't--! DON'T!!" Jamal roared in warning as he noticed Viva sprinting full-speed onto one of the movement-amplifying 'roads'. Gritting his teeth, he swiped at Viva with his hand to try and stop her, but missed, tripping and falling onto the leaves with a light 'thud'. His sunglasses falling from his face, the visible anger - and concern - in his luminate-green eyes seemed to be off the charts as he heard Viva's distant scream as the speed the 'road' provided sent her flying.
"Piece of SHIT!" Jamal seethed, giving the dirty jungle floor a hearty thump with his fist. A vein bulging on the side of his forehead, he scooped his sunglasses from the ground, placing them onto his face with an exasperated mixture of a sigh and a growl. Brushing leaves off his front, he shook his head as Periwinkle tried to make some comedy out of the situation.
"So do I. So do fuckin' I..." Jamal sighed, before glimpsing in the distance. He could sure as hell hear the voice Periwinkle was talking about; sounded like Viva had some sort of collision. His eyebrows tilting upwards, he grit his teeth for a moment, showing an apparent flash of anxiety, before joining Periwinkle up the sloping, glasslike road to the tree's rooftops. With each footstep the two took, it felt like something was amplifying their movements to make them obscenely faster, but they weren't getting any more exhausted than normal walking.
Each time a footstep hit the transparent road, a small green wave of light pulsated out from the point of impact, like a shockwave.
"We gotta move. Fast. However dumb that was, we sure as hell ain't leaving her. MAGNA are probably scourin' around here." Jamal said, creating additional roads high up in the trees so the two could quickly get to Viva.
Snatching his blowpipe from his bag, Jamal thumbed in a weak, narcotic dart, gripping the primitive weapon and keeping it close to his studded lips. He kept slow and steady alongside the blue-haired boy, footsteps silent on the translucent roads. Following the source of where he thought he found the voice and keeping his eyes peeled towards the jungle's floor, his expression suddenly widened after a short while of searching.
"Shh. Down there," Jamal whispered to Periwinkle, crouching down from the edge of his constructed platform, looking down at Vivahoja and the dazed male who was, understandably, pretty pissed off to have a dopey, blue-clad woman crash straight into him. Keeping low in the trees above the two, Jamal kept his blowgun at the ready, but for now, didn't do anything else but watch. It seemed he was waiting to see who the fiery, red-haired adult even was before jumping in to something he might regret.
They could've found clues to Vargo by now, but she'd just had to, hadn't she?