#torchewick

Erron always knew how to remain calm in unfavorable situations. Times were few and far between when Erron showed much, if any concern, and it took a lot to get under his skin. He never broke face when in dangerous situations and always maintained a level head in many a crisis. He could chalk that up to being a mercenary for hire for most of his life, carrying out any type of job, ranging from rescuing lost children, to murdering many people in cold blood. He had seen it all, and for something to freak Erron out it would need to be something major and new, and that’s exactly what happened.

When Beacon fell and Vale was flooded with Grimm, Erron knew things were going to hit the fan very quickly, not because their were blood thirsty beasts roaming the streets or army personnel and Hunstmen prowling around for said beasts along with criminals, mainly members of the White Fang. No, those problems were secondary to Erron as he could handle them as they presented themselves. What had Erron feeling the pressure was the fact that clients were running scarce and Lien was tight, so tight that Erron had to scrap his rifle for Lien in order to purchase ammo for his revolvers as well as purchase material for his sand grenades from his shady dealers. Without clients, he was bound to go dry sooner or later.

With air traffic so restricted Erron was forced to stay within Vale for the time being, meaning Erron had to search left and right for any source of income, even if it meant robbing them of everything, but with citizens evacuating to Atlas in massive waves, his chances were dwindling.

Now Erron roamed one of the very small pockets of Vale that hadn’t been overrun by Grimm as they were the locations where he would hopefully find something. At first his expectations were on the verge of being dashed as he couldn’t locate anyone for hours upon ours, but as he poked his head out from an alleyway he thanked fate for this chance encounter. 

Not only had he come across someone, but they were dressed to the nines, albeit looking a little scuffed and worn. Nevertheless, the price tag on that get-up couldn’t have been cheap, and if he banked as much as he was showing off, then things could be looking up. Without hesitation, Erron began to stalk his prey, taking one of his revolvers out of its holsters as he tried to move quietly, yet fast enough to beat the other’s pace. Slowly, but surely enough, Erron had gotten close enough to where he could initiate a hold up.

“That’s quite the swanky get-up you got there pal. Strolling about with clothes like that makes me think that you’re just asking to get held up. Now, why don’t you show me just how much you got by emptying those pockets of yours.” Erron called out as he aimed his revolver right in the middle of the other’s back. He knew a head shot would be more lethal and that he was a pretty good shot, but making sure he hit his targets with what ammo he had left was crucial, so he had to aim for center mass.

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‘How long has the patient been here? How’s he doing so far?’

          .....

‘He’s healing just fine but... I don’t know how he’ll be once he wakes up.’

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‘How anyone could do that to a young Faunus, a young boy.. is beyond me. I hope he’ll be alright.’

The pain never seemed to go away. The nurses and doctors could keep doing what they could, but it just wasn’t able to numb the feeling of them. Maybe it was the haze his young mind had been reduced to, but he could still feel them pressed up against his back as he lay there in the hospital bed.

“....” Every time he closed his eyes. EVERY time. 

Cardin’s face would crumble and he could feel tears form and roll down his cheeks, too tired and in too much pain to even whimper. Why him? What did he do wrong to deserve this? Why... Why his wings, of all things? Thoughts would periodically travel to his family. His dad, his older brother... What would they say?

What would his mother say, if she were still there?

Today was the first day Cardin was awake enough. They were going to try and get him to eat some actual food this time, like it was going to work. The hospital food was gross from the start, and even if he did like it, the smell of anything right now was just too nauseating to deal with.

"Try a bit of food first and see how you feel... Okay?” The nurse urged gently, “You have a visitor coming.. You’ll need your strength.”

For every 📢 I get, I write a shoutout for a roleplay-blog, I like. (Hell yes though I’m trying to keep to one per ask) 

“ Wellll, it used to be alcohol, then gambling, then dust for quite some years... 

“I’m sure the biggest dweeb of them all would truly understand how we’re all doing.”

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A child on their own was an unusual sight certainly. Already, she had gotten questions as to where her parents were, if she had a home, if she was lost...She never said a thing to anyone that asked, just shook her head and went on her way. Family and home are the last things she wants to think about for the time being. 

She doesn’t exactly look like she has a home, with her dark blonde hair dry, thin, and matted, her body small and frail, as if it may shatter at any moment, the bruise, cuts, and other injuries covering her body, and the tattered rags one could hardly call “clothes.” Some people have taken pity on her before due to her appearance, and given her food and even some lien. Others have called the cops, and in such cases she’s managed to run away before they arrive, and hide away until they leave. 

She looks around and squeezes her way through the crowd, holding onto a small amount of lien given to her by a kind passerby. She could buy a nice treat with this...maybe one of the fancy breads from the bakery? Yes, that sounds perfect. The strawberry one! Maybe if she has anything leftover, she can buy a new stationary set. She’s almost used up all the paper in her old one.

At first Winter didn’t even bother to glance over to see what book was being asked about. She was there on her own business, and there was certainly no reason to believe that she would necessarily know if any given book was good or not. Even if she did, people had different tastes when it came to their reading material.

“Have you looked at the summary?”

She still hadn’t bothered to look away from her current task of trying to find the title she was looking for. Once she determined it wasn’t there, however, Winter glanced over and narrowed her eyes at the book in question. That’s where it went.