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Kaly was desperate to stop coughing. She tried to use her telekinesis to draw the smoke out of her lungs.
Kaly was desperate to stop coughing. She tried to use her telekinesis to draw the smoke out of her lungs.
//wow thats very dramatic
Maybe tone it down a bit :P
Bob led Lucas up the front steps and knocked on the front door. The ‘doorbell’ next to them lit up, and a business-like voice said, “Who are you and why are you here?” Before Bob could answer, the voice changed tones completely. “Bob! Oh, it’s so good to see you. And little Lucas! Ah, I haven’t seen you since you were a mere baby!”
“It’s been, like, two months, Edna,” Bob muttered. “And we kind of need help here.”
“Of course, of course.” There was a buzz, and the front door swung open.
“H-Hi, Edna…” Lucas stumbled into the house after his father, looking around. He was still shivering, his body temperature being a couple degrees below the average human’s at about 95 Fahrenheit.
//wow thats very dramatic
Maybe tone it down a bit :P
(Okay, sorry!)
Kaly pulled out her phone. She shot off a quick text, then went into the bedroom to see if she could save anything.
//wow thats very dramatic
Maybe tone it down a bit :P(Okay, sorry!)
//no worries :D
“H-Hi, Edna…” Lucas stumbled into the house after his father, looking around. He was still shivering, his body temperature being a couple degrees below the average human’s at about 95 Fahrenheit.
“As you can see,” Bob told the woman, “We need help. And normal hospitals would go berserkers at Lucas’s vitals, so that’s why we’re here. He, uh…” Bob lowered his voice. “He set fire to his room again….”
Edna gasped and then nodded vigorously. “Come, come, darling,” she instructed, leading them down a spiral stairway.
Kaly searched through the rubble. "Oh, Lucas…"
Lucas followed Edna as quickly as he could without running, his arms crossed firmly over his chest to preserve heat.
(What do you want Kaly to find, Fraust?)
(Uhh… maybe like, a sketchbook or a song he was writing or something?)
Lucas followed Edna as quickly as he could without running, his arms crossed firmly over his chest to preserve heat.
Bob followed behind Lucas, ready to catch him if he were to fall.
“W-Where are you taking us?” Lucas asked Edna, staying close to his father. “Are we almost there?”
“Pretty close,” Bob said at the same time Edna said, “Be patient, darling,” with a careless wave of her hand. Bob sighed. “You doing okay, Lucas?”
Lucas nodded and coughed again, leaning against Bob as they walked. He felt as though he were growing colder and colder as they went on.
Kaly sifted through ash until… She noticed something that looked like a journal or something. It was charred around the edges, but otherwise, it was fine. She reached out for it.
When Kaly opened the book, it was revealed to be a sketchbook. It had dozens of drawings of the whole family; of Kaly, their parents, everyone. There were also several drawings of an Australian Shepherd dog. It wasn't a dog that anyone in the family had seen before. It was simply Lucas's favorite dog breed, and the one he liked to draw with a red bandanna was the dog Lucas wished he could have.
Lucas nodded and coughed again, leaning against Bob as they walked. He felt as though he were growing colder and colder as they went on.
Finally, they reached the bottom of the stairwell. Edna pressed her hand to the wall and said, “Edna Mode.” The wall slid open.
Inside, there was an array of high-tech supplies, but the ones that interested Bob were the medical supplies. “Hurry.”
When Kaly opened the book, it was revealed to be a sketchbook. It had dozens of drawings of the whole family; of Kaly, their parents, everyone. There were also several drawings of an Australian Shepherd dog. It wasn't a dog that anyone in the family had seen before. It was simply Lucas's favorite dog breed, and the one he liked to draw with a red bandanna was the dog Lucas wished he could have.
Kaly marveled. She didn't know that Lucas could draw so well. And she had an idea…
Lucas entered the room alongside his father, shivering and leaning against him. His temperature was still dropping, and it wasn't yet clear why. Although his temperature was only a few degrees below what's typical for the average human, he felt like he was freezing.
"Alright, here we go…" Kaly clutched the sketchbook to her chest, flinching at the brutal heat it still carried. "Good-!" She took a deep breath and headed downstairs.
(What's she doing?)
(;D)
(Bump)
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