"Doesn't matter to me." Indra said, sipping his espresso, It's rich flavor, and hot flow was splendid. "You want to call it a night, then we can call it a night."
(I have a plan to get these to to cooperate and interact together.)
(What plann?)
Carrio unwrapped his muffin, careful not to get crumbs on the table. “Alright. Ifne by me.”
(I was thinking an accident could happen later and the two have to cooperate to help everyone out.)
(Hmmm… what kind of accident?)
Automobile. Non fatal but definitely threatening. Our characters will have to help the people in the accident out.
(Alright, sounds good.)
Indra finished his espresso, when shortly after, thewailing, screeching of tires and a brutal clang could be heard.
"Damn it!" He exclaimed, looking out the window. A blackish-greyish-green smoke, the color of heavily bruised skin, trailed out from behind a few trees situated in the parking lot across the way.
Carrio hadn’t finished his drink, but was drinking it at the moment of the crash. He jumped, the clang effecting him more than one would expect, spilling coffee over his neat outfit. He ignored this and leapt to his feet.
“We have to help them!”
Already, almost too fast for the human eye to fully track, Indra was at the door. He hadn't thought for one second about suppressing himself, but it came to his mind after, and he pretended to look momentarily surprised at himself.
Apparently only he and Carrio went to help.
Carrio ignored this speed from the other and tailed him out the door, tugging out his phone and dialing 9-1-1. He ran up to the two cars as he spoke with the person on the other end.
"Nice idea." Indra said once they'd reached the lot, taking part of the doorframe, which was twisted, broken glass protruding from it. He ignored this, simply ripping the car door off it's hinges so as to avoid problems later, and trying to pry the first person out. He managed to tear them gently out of the seatbelt, and laid them on the ground.
Carrio kneeled by the license plate, reading off the first car’s numbers to the operator. He got up and quickly ran over to the second car, reeling them off as well.
Indra started to work on the next person in the car. The driver. Within an inch of her life. He took her out, laying her on the grass, for fear that her wounds would get dirty on the asphalt. The smoke really started pouring, smelling of oil and acrid as all Hell.
He took off his jacket, revealing a grwy thermal, with black and white trim. He started on the last person in the first car, still conscious.
"Oh my God!" She screamed. "I think my leg is-" She was cut off by Indra.
"Hey. Relax." He said, pulling at her seatbelt.
Carrio ran over to the first person after his phone call and kneeled down next to his head.
“Just one simple spell… one… simple spell…”
He put his hands on the person’s chest and shut his eyes.
“Sana!” He exclaimed softly. A warm white light washed over the person’s chest, healing them for the time being.
With a flick of his wrist, Indra pulled the seatbelt off. He hoisted the girl out of the car with one hand, smiling with in shit-eating grin towards the bookkeeper.
"Take care of this one too." He said. He moved onto the next car.
(Hold on a “…shit-eating grin”??)
(Like, you know how in anime, when a villain, or a hero smiles in a wickedly crooked grin? That's what a shit-eating grin is.)
(It happens in other mediums too, but anime is thw only one that comes to mind.
(Bruh i didn’t know it was called that.)
(He doesn't literally eat shit.)
(yEah no shit dog but what)
(?)
(Why is it- nvm)
(Oh. Because his whole shtick is that he seems malevolent no matter what he does. It will be explored later in the SHiP as we go.)
Indra set the person down by Carrio, giving him a glance, and returning to the wreckage. He tried to fish another person out, groaning as his sexy leather jacket became smoke-stained.
(Okay thennn)
Carrio turned to the woman and set his hands on her leg, careful of her personal space.
“Sana!” The same whiteish glow omitted from his palms.