Barren Streets [Active]
Characters: K, Kororen, Tyrus, Ni'ci, Yellow Flicker
Content: Wandering, alone again, resulting chaos and many meetings.
Setting: The streets, somewhat north of the hospital
Warnings: Violence
He wasn't sure when he had stopped running. The only thing for certain was that the hospital, and therefore, Tyrus, were far behind him and nowhere to be seen.
"I'm sorry, Tyrus," K muttered. "I couldn't control myself...what if it had been you in that rat's place?"
Looking down at his claw and melted armor, and the blood stains over his body, tears started to well up. He still couldn't remember who he had been before arriving in Solluna, but he was certain that it wasn't this. It couldn't have been this.
As he started to calm himself, K looked around for a source of water, anything, to at least try to wash off part of his shame.
"This really is a place of death. Maybe I deserve to be here?"
Eventually, his eyes caught what looked to be a ruined corner store. The place had been stripped almost bare, but a stray water bottle caught his eye and he washed his face and chest. Pondering Tyrus' earlier words of "others," he began to wonder who they were. They could help him, possibly, maybe even heal all the damage that had been done to him...but he feared his lack of control.
K started walking north. "I guess fate could stand to do me a favor..."
Content: Wandering, alone again, resulting chaos and many meetings.
Setting: The streets, somewhat north of the hospital
Warnings: Violence
He wasn't sure when he had stopped running. The only thing for certain was that the hospital, and therefore, Tyrus, were far behind him and nowhere to be seen.
"I'm sorry, Tyrus," K muttered. "I couldn't control myself...what if it had been you in that rat's place?"
Looking down at his claw and melted armor, and the blood stains over his body, tears started to well up. He still couldn't remember who he had been before arriving in Solluna, but he was certain that it wasn't this. It couldn't have been this.
As he started to calm himself, K looked around for a source of water, anything, to at least try to wash off part of his shame.
"This really is a place of death. Maybe I deserve to be here?"
Eventually, his eyes caught what looked to be a ruined corner store. The place had been stripped almost bare, but a stray water bottle caught his eye and he washed his face and chest. Pondering Tyrus' earlier words of "others," he began to wonder who they were. They could help him, possibly, maybe even heal all the damage that had been done to him...but he feared his lack of control.
K started walking north. "I guess fate could stand to do me a favor..."