ceejdoesroleplay | Testing for Irregulars

[Those who complained the loudest just didn't get it-- the fact that no one deserved to be left alone in the wild, dirty and hungry, after what must have been the most stressful moments of their life. Thorn had made it a point to stick by the kids while they recovered, and it was thanks to Gadget's quick thinking that there were no unexpected visitors in the depths of the cabin that they had spend the last several weeks fixing up.

The windows were propped open to allow airflow and birdsong to filter through. Besides the tumble of twigs and seeds from the trees on the tin roof, and the murmur of voices from the yard, they were alone.

Green eyes flitted toward the boy as he stirred. Thorn leaned forward and did his utmost to offer a sympathetic look of understanding.]

Not yet, [He quipped.] But, with the shape you were in? It was close.

[ He looks up from his bed to see the figure sitting near by. Glitch remains somewhat quiet for a moment as he looks at them. The guy looked like a giant in comparison to himself and for a moment? He worried the guy might step forward and break his neck.

But, considering he qas unconcious and this guy had just seemingly sat there? The was probably unlikely.

Glitch sits up a bit against the bed with a small wince as he turns his gaze to the other guy, scanning him a bit. He couldn't be more than what? Eighteen? Nineteen? Though he guesses the facial hair probably makes him seem older. Still, the boy sits there staring suspiciously. ]

Where Am I? Where's Echo? [ Because he hadn't forgotten the comatose boy he carried through the wilds. ]

[He knew he looked somewhat intimidating to strangers. Between the teeth and his sheer stature, there was no avoiding it-- and, with a sober nod, he slowly stood and opened the shutters just enough to let a dusty stream of sunlight through. With the room further illuminated, the situation was plain to see:

Echo still slept nearby, gently tucked underneath the ragged blankets that had been scavenged from abandoned homesteads. For all appearances to anyone, he seemed like he was merely asleep.]

Right here, [Thorn said, in as gentle and reassuring a voice as possible.] We've got him stable for now. At least until one of our healers gets back, anyway...

[He let out a small, dissatisfied sound that sounded almost like a throaty groan.]

Whatever happened to you two... it looks like it was hell.

Testing for Irregulars

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