lose yourself

For a wild moment Simon teeters on the edge of pushing forward into a dead sprint. After all, he was fast. He had outrun or outsnuck every monster that had tried to take a bite out of him. One more could surely be evaded, and he did not stop to consider the chance that these monsters might be a touch faster or smarter then the ones back home. 

His boot catches on the floor as he began step forward, stopped only by sight of her out held hands. Shit! Thrusting a hand out he hit his shoulder on the wall and hunched over whilst biting back a grunt of pain. 

Dimly he notices that the footsteps had stilled, leaving only the hollow, unspoken fear that the monster knew he was there.Simon reached up and pressed a hand to the bottom of his faceplate as if it would stifle his panicked gasps.

Then, miraculously, the shuffling started again, slow and steady and moving distinctly away. Still hunched over, Simon saw her frantic motioning with a quiet signal and lurched forward this time picking up his feet while he sprinted across the open space. Light on his feet, Simon jogged a few feet past the mystery woman to slow to a stop and looked back over his shoulder to flash her a thumbs up. Of course he had no intention of leaving her behind and waited for her to lead the way considering he’d just been about to walk into an ambush.

     ⚘ If she could, Margaretha would give a giant sigh of relief... But unfortunately, she can’t right now. Instead, she continues to urge the stranger on as he quietly runs towards and soon past her, the dancer looking back over at the creature nervously to double check their hasty exit. With the odd thing still preoccupied with its patrolling rounds, the brunette quickly turns back around, blinking in surprise to see the man waiting for her to follow after him.

     While she had expected the other to simply just keep on running, Margaretha can’t help but feel more relief upon seeing the stranger wait for her. Truthfully, she didn’t want to be left behind nor left alone for too long, even if the company in question is someone she doesn’t even know.

     Offering him a worried look still, the brunette remains silent at his side. Still visibly too scared to say anything or make any sort of noise, the young woman instead gently grabs for the stranger’s hand. As she does so, she softly pulls him along for him to follow after her, hoping he won’t make any fuss about it. 

Goddamn. Simon had meant to hit the ticket for that tropical island, its name eluding him in the midst of sneaking through a dingy and monster ridden island, but instead had chosen the worst possible destination.

Figures.

So far it hadn’t been too bad what with his well honed ability to run away from shuffling monsters who ambled around at a snail’s pace. Half didn’t seem interested in him which he guesses to be a side effect of the suit (hurray!) but the rest honed in on him even when they lacked anything resembling a human face (boo!).

Pushing his way past a scraggy bush that had managed to gain a foothold in a crumbling, stone wall, Simon’s eyes caught movement. He starts, hard, back slamming against the wall with a muffled ‘augh!’ until realizing it’s a human waving her arms around.  

“-!” Simon’s exclamation dies in his throat, arm half raised in an aborted greeting. Why… Why was she making an X with her arms? He froze, more out of instinct then recognition for her warning and strained to listen and- There. The dragging of feet and some sort of gurgling breathing just ahead and around the corner. Muscles locking, he fights to look at the woman and make a vague gesture where he hurriedly taps his chest and then points to her position.

Maybe he can make it…?

     ⚘ The odd helmet (or mask?) obscuring the stranger’s face (presuming they even had one) certainly doesn’t help Margaretha in gauging his reaction to her signaling. Did he see her? Does he understand what she’s saying? Will he keep still? It’s at this moment that the young woman wishes she could read the stranger’s mind, if only to quell her own anxiousness and worries.

     Fortunately, it seems that some of what she has signaled has reached the other, as evidenced by his silent response. For a moment in her terror, the dancer squints slightly at the stranger in attempts to decipher the meaning behind his movements. Does he.. Want to come to where she is? Well, that had been her plan all along; to guide him to safety, but...

     ‘Wait!’

     Shooting up both of her hands in a ‘stop’ motion, Margaretha’s hazel optics widen for a moment as her gaze locks onto the monster nearby the other. While it hasn’t turned around, it has promptly stopped within its tracks... Which, frankly, worries the young woman. Watching it closely, she leaves her hands up for the time being in hopes that the stranger will abide by her caution.

     After a few moments, however, the monster begins to walk along once more, causing the dancer to shoot a look back over at the stranger. While she places an index finger over her lips in order to sign for the other to be quiet, she uses her other hand to make the motion for him to quickly come over to her side.

“Don’t worry,” Blurr whispers, fixing her with an intent and appraising look. “I’m very good at keeping quiet. As a matter of fact, I have extensive experience being completely silent and in hiding for solar-cycles at a time, and between the two of us it’s probably you who’ll get us caught, not that I’m blaming you or anything, I’m really just stating–”

A soft, ominous noise sounds off in the distance, and Blurr (mercifully) cuts himself off.

“…just keep still,” he says even more quietly. “And tell me if you’re injured. We need to be ready to run.”

     ⚘ As the odd stranger begins to ramble on, Margaretha can’t help but cover her head out of fright. As she shakes with fear, she can’t help but wonder what makes this robot so brave? Is it because he’s not of flesh and therefore, cannot die? Or is it something else? Regardless of what it may be, it’s clear that his near constant chatter is causing the dancer to almost go over the edge.

      ⚘ ❝ I... I wouldn’t wander about the hallways too much if I were you, ❞ comes the almost-whisper of the brunette, peeking her head out of the jail cell she currently had been resting in. The stranger in question, while very tall and imposing, is still worth giving a warning to, Margaretha thinks. After all, she has no idea what he’s like and vice-versa.

      ⚘ ❝ I-If you’re really not a hunter, then--! ❞ quietly does the brunette protest with the large robot, the two of them crouching behind a boulder... Or rather, the bot shrinking his frame down far more than Margaretha herself needed to.

SPARROW.     - innocence, big dreamer, waking up too early, walking home, being afraid of meeting new people, slim hands, always cold, reading a book under a tree,the smell of the forest, missing your home.

EAGLE.          -independent, caring too much for others, sharp looks, walking down the city late at night, the tallest and most spectacular building, iron, being single and okay in a world that tells you that being single is bad.

SWIFT.            - falling in love easily and heavily, traveler, the infinity of the bluest sky, storms, broken smiles, forgetting people who used to be your beloved ones, feeling out of place, mistrusting people, a fleeting romance.

CROW.           - feeling as if you have seen so much and as if you know a lot, prejudge, tight hugs that leave you breathless, a grey sky, serenity,intelligence, being left behind, chains, smoke, the pride of someone wise.

DOVE.            - petals, jealousy, being tired of living with the same old faces, whispered secrets, marble, sundresses, white clothes, the first sunset of winter, pride in who you are, learning to get over someone.

SEAGULL.      -family, golden light, the sea murmuring in your ear, summer afternoons, caramel ice cream, collecting seashells and other things and calling them treasures, living breezy and carefree, swimming in sunlight.

      ⚘ She had been weaving her way throughout the outer portion of the island, carefully making her way into its inner workings. While Margaretha has been extremely quiet and cautious thus far, she has also been on high alert as she keeps exploring this place. The brunette is aware of where she needs to go (or rather, go to next in hopes of finding some degree of safety) thanks to a ruined map encountered on her journey, however, getting there proves to be very difficult.

     ... And dangerous. 

     So as she begins to sneak her way into the building on the island by way of a broken wall, she can’t help but turn around to make sure no one catches her off guard. When she does turn around, however, she catches sight of a very strange person (or so she thinks? It’s hard to tell), also trying to quietly make their way around the island... 

     Along with a monster skulking around the corner where the stranger is about to turn. Eyes widening for a moment, Margaretha realizes she could very easily simply leave the stranger to perish and run away in the on-coming scuffle... But of course, that’s simply not within her nature to do so. Instead, she very quietly attempts to get the stranger’s attention by waving her arms around, making sure she is unseen by the monster from her current position (she has a giant pile of rubble to thank for that, she realizes).

TO: ??? FROM: margie!!🌸