"Shhh!" Icarus quickly hushed the guy, his heart leaping at the fact he had been followed all this way. He swiftly grabbed the guy and pulled him in, pressing him up against the dark corner of the wall as a multitude of footsteps passed by the entrance leading to the main street. "Sorry about that," Icarus whispered out, his chest heaving heavily with the effort to breath. "Who are you? And are you here to kill me?"
"What!? Um, no. I'd never hurt a fly," Sam responded. "I was running from the riot. Why are you out here?" He asked, studying the other's features. He was good looking, with an athletic type body, but slim. He also had incredibly faint horns, barely visible. "And who are you?"
"Running from the riot leaders. I stole their dog," Icarus gestured to the bundle of floof tucked neatly under one of his arms, resting in a half-open backpack. "To be fair, they were abusing it," he justified himself, shifting uncomfortably in place, slowly becoming aware of spots on his back and wings were searing hot with pain. He flexed his jaw in response, gritting his teeth through the piercing pain and odd feelings of liquid dripping down his back and feathers. "Who I am doesn't matter right now…" he managed to mumble out as a small yap was pressed out of the lil dog.
"I'm glad you saved it," Sam replied with a sigh. He had dodged most of the bullets, but any glass that had been thrown or broken on him had left little tears in the skin, mostly his face. His legs felt like lead and lungs burned like someone had thrown a burning 9v battery into them. "Okay. Is there anything I can do to help you and the dog?"
"Can you climb?" Icarus asked slowly, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice as his gaze pointed to the nearby rooftops. What the absolute hell?! Why am I suggesting this?!
"I can. Can you get up there with a ball of fluff?" His question regarded the dog.
"No idea," Icarus muttered before quickly coming to a decision, rushed by the fact he could feel his body trying to heal around the bullets still lodged inside him. "Here, take the dog bag and get on the roof. I'll be right behind you," he nodded to himself, handing the doggo over to the guy. He then busied himself with the surprisingly hard task of working his hole-y and bloodied sweater off of his body, trying his best not to catch his wings on anything in this haste.
"Okay, I'm on it," Sam muttered back. Taking a look at the other's blood stained and ripped hoodie, he had a thought. He reached into his satchel and pulled out a vial of magenta liquid. "Here, drink this," He thrusted the vial towards him. "It'll help your wounds."
"No, no, I'm fine. Really, I need the opposite to happen; I still have bullets in me. And where did you get that from?" Icarus finally flung off his sweater, panting from the effort. He let his wings finally extend, a sigh of relief very similar to the sigh experienced when taking off a bra. However, this was quickly followed by a gasp of pain as he moved the damaged parts of his wings in his partial extension. "Please don't freak out…" he whispered, hoping the poor guy wouldn't freak out about the whole wings thing, or at least save the freaking out for later. He winced and tried to continue to a different subject, "I had an idea to fly–or at least glide–from rooftop to rooftop to escape…"
"It'll dissolve the bullets. And, to answer your question, I got it from my satchel. Before that, it was my dad's. He enjoys helping people, you could say," He tucked the vial back into the bag. "You can have it if you'd like for later," Sam was staring at his wings. They were amazing, despite the bullet holes.
"Yeah… save it for someone who's dying," Icarus tried to joke, but mentally slapped himself after the words left his mouth. Instead of trying to recover his words, he shook his head at his own idiocy and turned to the side of the building and began to climb. Occaisonally he would half-assedly flap his wings in an attempt to regain balance or boost himself up a little higher. I'm probably going to have to carry him and the dog…
"I have plenty," He replied, frowning at his comment. Tucking the dog into a pocket of Sam's bag, he pulled a bow out and aimed for the rooftops. Once the arrow was secure, he began to climb.
I may have seen my Angel Boi in this and came running.//
(Lmaoo L if you want we can do another rp with Atticus and Avery)
Once Icarus pulled himself over the ledge onto the flat rooftop was when he let himself relax, albeit just a little bit. His heightened senses tingled, extending around his vantage point and allowing him to notice rather quickly that the riot leaders and their followers were closing in on this section of the alleys. "Oh shit…"
(Lmaoo L if you want we can do another rp with Atticus and Avery)
Hell yeah.//
Sam had finally reached the rooftop. He let the dog roam around and he looked down. His frown disappeared, turning into a grin. This should be fun He thought, seeing the riot leaders closing in on them. Sam looked at his companion. "Are you ready? We can easily escape them."
"Y-yeah, ready…" Icarus winced at his stutter of surprise and decided it was best to just grit his teeth and keep quiet. He let a nod speak for him instead and shook his wings, splattering blood droplets behind himself. Oddly enough, trickling blood kinda tickled, though that could just be shock talking.
Sam went to gather the fluff ball and placed him back into the satchel. Backing up, he eyes the other rooftop. It was maybe fifteen feet from the edge of this roof. He took a deep breath, and started to run towards the railing. Sam closed his eyes and leaped from one building to the other.
"Oh. Okay. He can jump. Perhaps he isn't an ordinary mortal like I thought…" Icarus smiled to himself before be ran after the guy. The farther he ran, the more he extended his wings until finally as he neared the edge, he thrusted down with his wings and took off gliding smoothly to the next rooftop. Pricks of pain let Icarus know that the wounds haven't closed just yet. He landed with his arms out for balance.
"You good?" Sam asked, realising that the other had just glided with wounded wings. "I can remove the bullets, if you'd like. Before we keep moving, I mean. Then you could drink the elixir. The whole thing would be fast." He said, speaking in sentence fragments. Despite his attitude, Sam was actually panicking.
"Sure, that'd be great. Thank you," Icarus nodded tentatively before kneeling down to make it easier for the guy to reach all of his huge wings. And also to make sure he doesn't have far to fall if he faints. At least we're no longer sitting ducks in that dead-end alley…
Sam took his tweezers and needle out of his bag, along with a numbing shot. "I'm going to numb your wings and do this as fast as I can, alright?" He asked as he put the needle through the tough skin of his wings. Quickly, he held the bullet holes open with the needle and extracted them with the tweezers.
"Okay–Ah!" Icarus moved a hand up to muffle himself as he felt more pain in his already-tender wounds. Just keep breathing, he forced himself to calm down, taking deep breaths in and out as his wounds were aggravated in the name of healing faster. He was biting into his hand, muffling and distracting himself, as any noise could alert the grunts on the ground where they're at. He tried to act like he could handle this like a tough man but his trembling body and tearing eyes betrayed him.
"I'm sorry. But It's over now," Sam apologised for the pain he put the other through. "Drink the elixir. It should help with the pain," He held the vial out for the man to take. Sam stepped in front of him, taking a tissue out for his tearing eyes. "I really am truly sorry."