forum Roleplay, anyone? (permanently closed)

Started January 25, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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Sabine grabbed Macha by the shoulders. "Macha. If you don't calm down I'll send you to go to sleep." She commanded softly but firmly.

Macha swallowed, trying to calm herself down. "Sorry– I haven't had a panic attack in so long." She squeezed her eyes shut.

"I know. But it's not any easier if you have them every day like I do. Do you want something to drink?"

"Yes please.", she croaked, head spinning.

Sabine grabbed some water and handed it to Macha. "Drink it in small sips."

Macha did so, her hand trembling. "th-thanks.", she whispered, dizziness overwhelming her. She swayed unsteadily.

Sabine quickly slid under her friend. "Ooookay. Let's just get you to a couch." She led her to a couch and helped her sit down.

Macha's vision blurred as she started seeing double, and she swayed, managing to mumble "Sabine?", before she passed out.

Sabine gasped. "MACHA!?!?!?!" Ohnoohnoohnowhatdoido???

Dani sighed. "Zander how much longer?" She asked after a few minutes.

All Macha could see was darkness, endless darkness, an abyss. She moaned in her sleep, forehead burning up. All of a sudden, a trembling voice drifted through her senses. "What have you done?", it hissed. Macha screamed in her sleep.

Sabine looked at Augustus, completely lost. Mackenzie ran over and put her hand on Macha's shoulder. It might not help that much, but it WOULD help. Even if it was just the tiniest bit.

(awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww)

The voice faded out for a second. "The stone, girl. What have you done?" Macha whimpered. "Nothing! I swear!" Everyone in the room could hear her side of the conversation.

Four hours and four doctors, two stationed on either side on Blake's wounded form. They carefully unbandaged his wings, revealing sickly greenish cuts that oozed with infection. Blake whined loudly in his sleep, obviously in pain. Time froze as the advanced spellcasters got to work. It seemed like ages before they finished. A healthy glow returned to Blake's face. His wings, although missing quite a few feathers, had no holes in them. And even Blake's small shoulder wound had been closed up in the process. The tired doctors left, allowing Frankie back inside to deal with Blake, who's eyes weakly fluttered open.

Skylar woke up slowly, having to take in her surroundings. She shifted her legs and tried to get up, but cried out when her leg hit the ground the wrong way. “Ow! Ugh what the heck. It’s my fault.” She whispered to herself, grabbing the crutches. She took a quick glance at Peter and hobbled off, going to get some food.

IM BACK!)

YAYAYAYAY)

Augustus was quietly talking with Cruz, describing the room for him. Cruz's expression held one of complete blankness, just the hint of a frown that betrayed his self-hopelessness.

Ellis kept his wings tightly folded to his back. He left to find Macha.