<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorry for the long wait. I've been a little bust lately...</td></tr></table> The world was a haze. Sound, vision, touch and scent all the same. He did pick up a voice though, a voice mentioning his name. Strange. He hadn't... Turmoil's claws dug deep into the soil of Tsupeon's "floor", and then further into his own hands, blood slowly trinkling down his palms. With a loud noise, something between a grunt and a defiant roar, he heaved himself up on two legs. He tried to walk, even though the actual movement was more dragging. He eventually arrived at the bleacher where Jahnar lay. He cocked his head on the side, like some horribly mutated bird, suveying Jahnar top to bottom. He just stood that way, hardly moving, for a few minutes before dropping down on one knee. "May I see the knife?" He said, staring Jahnar straight into his eye.
Jahhar gave the knife to Turmoil. He kept the cloth tight over his wound. He looked at Turmoil. "I don't think your doing well. What's wrong?" he wondered what could possibly be wrong if the creatures had left. Unless they poisoned Turmoil like they did Jahhar.
Nudek looked from jahhar too Turmoil. <span style='color:darkred'>-whats going on.... </span> <span style='color:darkred'> Turmoil? are you.. alright?</span> She put her hand on his shouolder. Temrin held takjas. well... i guess.. ill wait then...
takjas eyes opened again they were green but swriling with gold now instead o specks. she was dizzy <span style='color:steelblue'>wh-whats going on? </span> she blinked a couple times the swirling didn't decise. it treated to take over her eyes again. she forced the voices to stop as they sung out to her in her mind. her eyes stopped swirling but still had more gold then they ever had normaly. rluknyym had gone off into a dark coner and decided to only come out if there was need of him or the door opened... he silently sreached the cieling with his eyes. he need to get out soon.... he was getting hungery.... <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>oooo maybe i should keep the thing that posseed takjas always under her skin waiting to send her world in to blackness! and forcing her to attack because she doesn't know whos what to disalusion her! ooo! and then her eyes shall always have lots of gold in them! oooooooooo! </td></tr></table>
Jahhar felt through the cloth he was holding over his wound. He felt the fiber optics that ran through his arm. They had been torn. "Blast." mumbled Jahhar to himself. He hadn't tried to repair himself ever since hebecame part android. He would have to find someone who was skilled with machina who could repair this. He wondered, though, were the creatures still lurking around even though he wasn't cursed?
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I'm really sorry for not posting. I just had a period of... unwillingness to post, and it took me a while to break out of it. Anyways, I'm back now, and once again, I apologise.</td></tr></table> Turmoil grabbed the knife, perhaps a little rougher than he intended, and started examining it. At Jahnar's query, he moved his gaze to the ground. Deep within him, a barely auidible voice whispered... <span style='font-size:7pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:purple'>I'm fine.</span></span> "I'm fine." Escaped his lips, his voice missing its usual mocking tone. He returned his eyes to Jahnar, holding the knife out in front of his own face. "I know someone who might be of help. Can I take this?"
