Mel (3/31/2007 12:21:53 PM): Brille awoke groggily, a sharp, searing pain shattering it’s way from his shoulder to his his. He let out a long, painful moan and shifted onto his back, eager to worship his genetic tolerance for pain. He looked up just in time to see the sorry spectacle of Shadow pulling Crescent back up towards the tower.
Mel (3/31/2007 12:22:10 PM): *his spine
Mel (3/31/2007 12:22:12 PM): x.X Not hishis
Mel (3/31/2007 12:22:24 PM): A wave of burning hot jealousy washed over him, and Brille realised what he had to do. He called her name sharply in his mind, pain throbbing across his skull as he made sure Crescent heard him. His vision hit him with red hot malice, and he drew in a sharp breath and clasped his head in his hand. It came off red with his odd, thick blood. He didn’t usually bleed. What had happened.
Mel (3/31/2007 12:22:32 PM): “Regan?” he called, shakily getting to his feet. The only evidence of his death-defying feat being the scarlet streaked across his skull, and a slight lethargic feel to his movements. Good god. He was a walking miracle. It was one of those ‘Gravity, kiss my a**.’ moments, in fact, he’d been defying gravity for all his life…so smiting it wasn’t all that surprising. He opened his wings wide and started to hover a bit. Why not acclimatize himself to the air once again, huh? I couldn’t hurt as much as that fall had, that was for sure. The adrenaline from pain and shock added to his usual enthusiasm. For the first time, he realised how beautiful his wings were…how, for lack of better words, beautiful he felt. He grinned. Screw Shadow.
Mel (3/31/2007 12:22:40 PM): He took off, hating the fact that Shadow could literally /fly./ ‘I’m coming…’ he called to all three of his comrades…hoping that Crescent hadn’t really heard everything he had thought back there. God, would he seem hot-headed and shallow. Then again, they’d have to take into consideration that he hit his head mighty hard. Usually he wasn’t /this/ stupid. Truthfully, he’d never thought of the consequences of flailing himself off of the tallest structure in the world. It was for Regan. Which brought his attention back to that damned eraser. ‘There’s an eraser out there, Crescent.’ he carried in his thoughts, hoping that seeing as he wanted her to hear that, it’d come off stronger than all his other thoughts. ‘And a pretty darn powerful one at that.’ Which is why I flailed myself off that cli
Mel (3/31/2007 12:22:50 PM): cliff. It wasn’t out of complete idiocy. I mean, I meant to protect her…but something screwed up in my head…it forced me to fall. Something forced me to fall, I mean… He left out the last part…sort of. He still didn’t totally grasp the fact that mind reading meant that Crescent could read /all/ his thoughts.
Lati (3/31/2007 7:24:52 PM): Crescent tried to fight against shadow's grip in midair, but failed, for his grip was just to strong. "Let..me..go!" she shouted through gritted teeth. But the stern look on Shadow's face was proof that he wouldn't give up very easily. That was what the lack of physical strengh could do. "Damn it Shadow! Let me g--" She heard the shout of her name in someones mind. it wasn't Shadow, since he could just call it out because he was /holding/ her. could it be..? "Brille!" She glanced up at Shadow, a regretful look on her face, and she relaxed her arms. 'I'm sorry..' she told him in his mind, and seized control of his body. All of a sudden, Shadow's gip loosed, and his wings stopped flapping. Crescent freed herself from his now loosened hold of her, and opened her midnight wings. As soon as (c)
Lati (3/31/2007 7:25:10 PM): she had flown several meters away from shadow, she released her hold of his body. She didn't dare look back, to see the devastated and hurt look of his. "I'm sorry," she repeated once more, hoping that he would hear her whisper. Crescent looked down, her eyes searching until finally, she found a moving shape. "Brille!" She called out, a new light forming on the dark shadow of devastation that had built itself. 'There’s an eraser out there, Crescent. And a pretty darn powerful one at that.' She heard Brille's voice in her head, and she nodded. 'I'll remember that,' she replied, back in his mind. 'You had best be more careful now!' Her voice was stern in his mind. 'I couldn't risk losing you again, like I did now..' she left out that last part to herself. (c)
Lati (3/31/2007 7:25:13 PM): but Crescent had been so caught up in this reunion, that she only now noticed the increased blow of air pressure on her wings, and she looked up. "A helicopter!" she gasped. "Regan!" (d)
Mel (4/2/2007 8:35:18 PM): Brille mind swam as he watched Crescent take…control…of Shadow. She was awesome…at least, she made Brille feel like he got the raw end of the deal. Indestructibility? Who needs that when you can take control of other people with your freaky mind powers? Well…okay, maybe a bit of an exaggeration, seeing as he owed his life to those powers…numerous times. But still.
Mel (4/2/2007 8:43:36 PM): He glanced up at her mention of Regan, and almost instantaneously dropped the five feet he had flown up in altitude, the ground shaking him slightly. “What in he-” He grimaced as he felt some imaginary force shove him down harder into the dirt, which was rather comfy, but not, seeing as his sister was obviously in that chopper. Along with that slime ball John. “Shiiiiiiiit…” he stretched out the word, seeing as he couldn’t flail himself at the chopper…which he probably would have done, had he not been pinned to the ground. Must be gravity’s payback…he thought to himself, glancing up at Crescent.
Mel (4/2/2007 8:43:48 PM): Joy. All he needed at this time was John pulling his mind-freak acrobatics on him once again. He’d punch his face in…had he been given a chance, but, he was stuck…on the ground…staring up at the chopper taking his sister to her, ultimately, death. “Damn.” he yelled, louder now that he realized just how much of a skeeze this guy was. “Crap. stupid loser old boyfriends of hers…” God. Where on earth did Regan get her choice on guys from? Probably some kind of sick joke pulled by the scientists “Gwufufufu Let’s make her fall in love with her mortal enemies. It’ll be like…so romantic.” He would punch them, too…if he could.
Mel (4/2/2007 8:44:00 PM): Well…now what? He was stuck, feeling like he was being stepped on by the wrath of both gravity and John at once. His attention drifted, seeing as thinking of Regan would obviously be more painful for him. You learn to accept these things after being mind-freak’d before; focus on the here, and now…not the soon to be here and now. Soo…he had two choices: Shadow…or Crescent. Wow. How hard is that one?
Mel (4/2/2007 8:44:10 PM): His forehead creased slightly as he spied the odd scar once again on her eye. It was odd…and pretty. Then again, Brille found scars oddly intriguing. Or maybe it was just because of the fall. It made him wonder about her. Like what kind of morbid battle had she been in to receive that thing? Or why on earth her hair did that cool funky skunk thing? That was another thing that made Brille oddly…attracted to her. He always wondered if it actually felt like…fur. And what did it smell like?
Mel (4/2/2007 8:44:22 PM): “You’re pretty, Crescent.” He grinned up at her, answering all her other comments inside his head. Why talk when you can do that? Plus, Brille wanted to know the extent of her power…seeing as she was still rather jealous of it and…did he just say that?! Ew. That fall screwed him up worse than he gave it credit for.
Mel (4/2/2007 8:44:32 PM): He automatically broke down into a state of panic, and looked down, blushing furiously. “stupid Gravity…stupid fall…head….testosterone…stupid Brille.” He muttered, brushing the hair away from his eyes out of habit, still recovering from that spaz. Regan would’ve covered for him. But no…now he was stuck all by his lonesome, along with scary shady switchblade dude and the object of his awe. Wow. What a combination.
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