Reni Rina and the Gang

Artemis held in a sigh. This was why she didn’t work with many mortals. They were always on their high horses, thinking they could do anything and face anything all on their own. Then again, a lot of immortals and deities were like that as well. That was certainly was she was picky about the company she kept.

Sorina laughed at the woman talking to her human. Who did she think she was coming in here and presuming that they didn’t know what they were doing. She couldn’t be god or something, She didn’t like it when people questioned them, cause well she was used to Serenity being correct an annoying amount of time. 

She landed on her mediums shoulder, “Just who does she think she is anyways?” She looked the woman up and down, sure she looked powerful but not take on a high demon on her own powerful. Not that Serenity looked like she could herself right now as tired and barely on her feet as she was. 

Serenity smiled lightly at the dove’s comments, ignoring the slight twinge in her forehead that came when she tried to keep track of more futures then she really should. “Oh No I’m not planning on fighting it, I find talking is much more effective.” She smiled knowingly up at the immortal goddess and brought her coffee to her lips for her much needed caffeine. She hadn’t slept much last night, and hadn’t actually slept at all the days before that so in general this was just a bad idea to be taking on a high demon. She just didn’t want to expose her team to something this dangerous while they were so dysfunctional. “But Mylady Artemis if you have another course of action I would be honored.” 

[txt: David] dnt thnk so. 1 sec.

[txt: David] k its on now. 

With your RP partner(s), your guildmate(s), or even acquaintances in random RP/scenes you’ve never met before! You prefer to talk OOC to establish a dialogue, a conversation, and who knows? Maybe even friendship and adventures!

Ollie grinned and handed him the plate of cookies, she’d thought everyone was avoiding eating anything she’d baked after her last batch of admittedly sickness inducing muffins. “Really?”

He gave a sort of half-smile. It was a good thing he had a stomach of steel.

“I said I don’t want to-” She blinked once as his words finally registered with her. “Wait what?” People not asking her what was wrong was almost a foreign concept. It wasn’t every day she ended up attached to tubes and wires.

Just thinking about who had put her in the hospital made her cringe and everyone asking her if this situation was alright just made her want to punch someone’s face in. Screaming would’ve been her first choice, if her throat hadn’t been hurt in the incident. 

After pulling half her closet on the floor and spinning through everything she owned she had pulled herself into a semblance of elegance. Walking into a door on the way out didn’t help matters much. Neither did the swearing that followed. “Alright, ready.”

Send me “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” for a scenario in which my muse dies protecting yours.

What the Hell had happened? Where was all this blood coming from? Why did he feel so weak? Where was Ivan? He’d been with his brother… Where was he? No, no, no. He couldn’t lose him again. He tried to move, but searing pain shot through him. That was when he registered Faith’s presence and heard her. Dying? That… made sense, actually.

He opened his mouth to tell her to call Donny or the USSC - if Donny wasn’t available, they should have been able to send the healer from Omega’s team - but the words wouldn’t come out when he looked at her. He saw her fear. He wanted to protect her from feeling so helpless. He wanted to protect her from getting hurt like he’d been hurt.

She’d only just managed to make a family for herself. Scott was her family. Not just the mother she was still trying to figure out, but Scott was, he was hers. “Please you’re my, my family. I can’t loose you.” Tears were filling up her eyes as she looked at him. 

Serenity was on her way, she had to be. She had that way of turning up at the last minute and fixing everything. She hadn’t drawn this. This couldn’t be what was going on. 

Small hands clutched at the bloody shirt like that would hold him here with her, she had some sort of power with the dead. She could stop him from dying… Right? 

He felt tired. So damn tired. His eyelids felt heavy. He wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep, but a voice in the back of his head told him that that would be a bad idea. His breathing was uneven. His vision blurred before refocusing. He felt light headed and dizzy. There was a distant look in his eyes, but his gaze was settled on Faith.

Later she would probably find she was leaving bruises on scott’s shoulders from holding on so tightly, but at the moment she she couldn’t draw her eyes off Scott’s blue ones, no, off her father’s eyes. She didn’t care if they weren’t related Scott was her father, and she couldn’t loose him just when she was realizing what a real family was like together.

Where the hell was Serenity she always had a way of fixing things at the last minute.

She tried to muster up a grin at Scotts words not sure if she really succeeded. “You better not or I’ll send the dove after you.” Then he collapsed and her heart stopped beating when he did. Sure she knew this moment might come but that didn’t make her ready to watch it.