#quicthero

It just wasn’t a welcome one.

“Excuse me sir,” Pris called out. She didn’t sound all that timid, though she felt it. Surely the power of the law made her feel more at ease. The girl approached, holding a hand over her nose. She wasn’t Awakened, so she didn’t really have spectacular senses, but her’s weren’t bad. Carefully, she gestured to the sign behind her.

“We’re really not supposed to smoke here. I apologize, but could I ask you to put that out for now? It would be really bad if someone with weak lungs ended up getting sick.”

How ridiculous must he sound, acting as though he were some hideous beast? That wasn’t his intentions, however; whether this is actually real effects upon his body or an illusion, he isn’t sure. But it keeps getting worse, and if it is real, it could wind up dangerous for himself.

Moreover, he doesn’t know who the stranger is--he hasn’t even glanced, doesn’t know if they’re a friend or someone out to do harm, or even another apparition. Maybe it’d be best to not find out.

“I’m not-- dangerous, but... W-Well, isn’t this whole place dangerous?”

       ✿ܓ -   Usually she isn’t one for asking for help but this situation called for another hand or two but there was no one around except ... the blond male. In a flurry of distress and panic, she hurled herself in front of the individual, blocking his path, flailing her arms.  ‘ U - Um excuse me! I don’t mean to bother, but could you help me? Please, it’s important! I don’t know who else to ask. ‘