She is just completely confused at the fact that he just pulled a sword out of his back without even a wince.
(I'm just gonna say the thing in cherry's back was a sword.)
(I'm just gonna say the thing in cherry's back was a sword.)
"im just"
he points to a booth where he sits down in it and passes out from all the randomness
he points to a booth where he sits down in it and passes out from all the randomness
He drops the sword quickly, “hey it ain’t my fault the guy did that!”
(So much randomness
She looks at shade. "Now he's out."
(Lol yup.)
(Lol yup.)
“What did....I just walk into, exactly?”
Once it sensed that everything was calming down, Aello's magic left. The hybrid sank to the floor with a groan, but forced herself to sit up. Seeing her scarf nearby, she placed it back around her neck. She then would look around, panting from the general exhaustion she felt, and how warm she felt from all the action.
knocked out cold as he lay his head against the back of the booth
“Oh, and to- wait,” he calms down eyes turning normal again,” ah, that’s better. Anyways, do relieve you of your confusion Void, my organization, The Omades, we are very hard to kill, fortunately the sword isn’t made with Allorian metal, that stuff is incredibly dangerous to us. Throw a lump of it at someone’s temple and there’s a chance of death.” He looks over to Aello and rushes to help her up, “I don’t care if you don’t need help, I’m gonna help you goblin.”
"That's cute. Look at all the girly ships. Now sit your asses down. There's something here we need." he said, walking away from James
Aello made no motion of even hearing Cherry. She did, but couldn't seem to respond.
"Tire....hot..." She managed to rasp as her eyes dropped halfway closed. She sank to the floor once more, but forced herself to stay awake, despite the heat she felt.
"Tire....hot..." She managed to rasp as her eyes dropped halfway closed. She sank to the floor once more, but forced herself to stay awake, despite the heat she felt.
"you.shut up"
marcus would face a solider a warrior older then most men who always fought
marcus would face a solider a warrior older then most men who always fought
She looked at Aello. "Aello. You're going to your bed or a booth one way or another." She went to the bathroom, got a rag, and soaked it in cold water. She brought it to Aello and set it on her forehead.
Rolling onto her back, she let Void and Cherry do as they wished, not having the strength to fight. She sighed in relief as the water chilled her.
Cherry rushes to his room and gets a blanket, he runs his hands through it muttering arcane languages and frost spreads through the blanket, he runs back to Aello and lays the almost freezing blanket on her.
He looks over to Void, “well, if I ever retire from leading the Omadians apparently I can become a caretaker.” He says with a stupid grin on his face.
Jotaro would just watch the situation unfold, sitting down. "Good grief." was all he said, as he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair
Aello relaxed in the cold that she was wrapped in. Her body went limp as she finally passed out, unable to fight the exhaustion anymore.
She laughs a bit before noticing Jotaro. "Hello. Who are you?"
“Please dear Lord, let him be sane.”
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