The Cursed Ones

OOC: It's Exel.

BIC: Just to stop the production of teh cursed vaccines. He said.

 

Ooc: lol, sorry, I typed it too fast.

"I see..." he whispered mournfully, staring forward, his cowl shadowing his sorrow. With expert stealth, he slid back to Lynn's side "Why is a young woman like yourself traveling with such dangers lurking about?" he asked, smiling under the cowl.

 

"A cursed past." She said, it might not of the whole truth but it wasn't a lie

 

Exel walked silent listening to Lynn's story.

 

Respecting her privacy, he left it at that. He still felt ominous eyes upon his character, but he shrugged it off as a pest problem. "If I may ask, Alaric... Why do you venture with these folk?"

 

OOC: that took faster than I though... um back now.. and can I have a short recap please?

 

OOC: Got mad and was stressed so now were clear and I'm back and I think that's it.

 

Exel followed the others sielntly.

OOC: I g2g guys. Later.

 

OOC: kkz~ aww... later Xephos... :(

Sharix looked at everyone. "so..." she started.

 

Ooc: I wandered away from the lake after leaving behing my stalker (who I believe is still following me). I tarried with AAM, met the others... I think that's about it. Later Xephos.

He turned his head to Sharix "How're you, Sharix?" He asked, his musical voice soft with care.

 

She smiled, "great so far. How about you?" she asked.

Tegoshi stopped following the man once he spotted him with Alaric and the others. He was walking away from them in the other direction.

 

His eyes shifted to the direction of the man who was following him. He shifted his hidden eyes back to Sharix as he walked backwards "I am fine, I~" he began to cough again, his black leather gloves covered with a dark, sanguine liquid, which oozed through the fingers, hitting the ground. His knees buckled, his left hand supporting his fallen body as he continue to cough.

 

"h-hey..! Are you alright?" she asked him.

 

She stopped and looked at him. "What's going on?"

 

As he finished coughing, he struggled to get up, the thin blood oozing to the ground from his gloved right hand. He grabbed a crimson silk hankerchief, cleaning the blood from his hand and from his hidden face. "I am alright, I'm just getting old," he joked, swaying to and fro as he tried to walk. He was gasping quietly as he passed Alaric.

 

"Are you sure you're okay?"