Dec 13, 2011 00:23
[the camera is pointed to the ceiling. there's the sound of someone panting, in some serious pain. they might even be sobbing, slightly.
there's the sound of shuddering feathers, like wings stretching out for the first time, and the right wing spreads up and out into the camera's view, shaking off blood. they are beautiful, white and glowing softly, though an astute observer may notice one or two feathers just a few shades off from perfect white.
whoever's the new proud owner of some wings coughs and swallows loudly, trying to get themselves composed.]
...M-Mohinder, I do hope you're... I very much hope you're okay. The room's a bloody mess.
[he means that very literally.]
Axel...? I ... I think I need your help..
..please.
[he'd say more but he's trying to keep himself all under control. feel free to bother him anyways, while he deals with the excruciating pain.]
c: gabriel gray (sylar),
c: roxas,
charles xavier,
c: axel