He let out a relieved groan as the shackles, which had dug deeply into his wrists over time, were finally removed. It would be some time yet before he could use any magic, but he could feel his strength beginning to return already. At the very least, the fog that had wrapped itself around his mind was finally beginning to clear. He gave it a shake, rubbing first his wrists, then his temples.
   âH...how did.... you find me?â he asked haltingly, sparing Garrett a glance. âI thought... no one knew where I was.â
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âOh, youâre awake! Why are ya calling for Papa, though, when youâre gonna help him? The again, I guess itâs expected... A lot of people here think Papa can save them. That he isnât Papa. Just ask Uncle Sammy!â
Seeing the intruder- or who she saw as an intruder- try to free herself from the inky chains and freak out when she saw The Messenger. Did she think the needle in her hands was a knife? Nope, she wasnât that far gone.
Though... with how much Cinder was struggling... Hope had to reach for her staff and stamp it on the wooden floor, causing those chains to tighten.
âHe canât save them, though- You on the other hand... Maybe I can find a cure for all of them with you. But you gotta stay still- donât want to bleed out when I put this in, right? Thatâd be a waste of such pure blood, hehe.â
What had even happened for the past couple hours. One minute she was in her lab, nearly done a important mixture of chemicals and then the next sheâd felt his hand on the back of her neck. Sheâd been dragged... here and- Gosh, he wanted Hopeful! She didnât know where she was, but wasnât about to make it easy to get to her. Not her. Anyone but her...
The past few hours had been absolute hell, pain upon more pain with every refusal and retort she gave. It was to the point where Chamyle could barely hear HABITâs words and couldnât feel anything but cold. She was face down on the ground and dying. She knew that feeling all too well.
Still, she managed to wheeze out words and shallow breaths. But, how long would that last? âI....told......you...that.......I......donât.....know.....and.......even if I did.......I wouldnât......tell you.....â
[â i got you. itâs gonna be okay, youâre going to be okay. donât close your eyes, please donât close your eyes!â] (Garrett) (gimme them sad feels)
Hurt Meme || Accepting!
   ââŚGâŚGarrettâŚ?âÂ
   All heâd known for the last few weeks had been pain. He had known from the start that he had no hope of rescue. No one knew where he was, or what had happened. He was just another elf, another mage whoâs blood would be used to stoke the Eternal Fire. So when he awoke to find a familiar face peering down at him, his first thought was that this was all a very nice, albeit cruel dream he would soon wake up from. A sharp stab of agony put that thought to rest, however, making him gasp and reflexively curl in on himself.
It was at least a hour before Yumi started to stir, once again. A ringing in her head and a searing pain coming from one of her shoulders. If her memory wasnât in such a haze, at the moment, she would have alert pretty fast.
Now, most people knew Yumi Hojo as the girl who was unfazed and played off everything, and considering her work and the collection she had at home, t was no big surprise. But she knew herself, her sister and horrid, horrid parents knew her: She didnât have a high pain tolerance and, when caught off guard, could easily be driven to panic and fear.
This was one of those times.
âNgh...â She remembered getting knocked out after her sister had been used as bait, waking up face to face with one of the monsterâs little friends and... Gosh, the rest was fuzzy, but she remembered a lot of pain and her...
She couldnât feel her arm- Did that little fucker really-!?
There was only one response thought to that. She was going to make Hope- or âKarakuri,â or whatever her name was- pay for causing this. That little monster refused to cooperate and leave well enough alone and now she was probably going to die here. But sheâd pay, she absolutely would.
Now that she was more awake and rage was hiding the panic and fear in those red-orange eyes of the Ultimate Blood Workerâs; she struggled against her restraints once more, surveying the area and easily catching the scent of her own blood. Sickeningly sweet, just like her sisterâs. Yeah, her arm was definitely gone, she couldnât feel it, but knowing that was somehow making it easier to build up a straight face.
Surely Yukio was already working n a way to find her. The brains would find the brawn soon, she just had to hold out until that happened.
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is there an L in the house who is willing to roleplay capturing and experimenting on (a living) Light because he failed to obtain the Death Note and is attempting to ascertain the method of killing
* A bad end for Hopeful would probably be one where she gives into her Pretty little psycho state, and ends up a killer, harming instead of helping and well beyond the point of reason.* To the point where she thinks itâs jun to kidnap, torture and make otherâs lives a terrifying hell.
