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Re: Praise the Sun. (Mind Flayer)
Well yes... I'm a... Don't ask too many questions. My life is already complicated enough. She said, an unwanted vision making Ichiro's head spin. Pain, so much pain, and blood, and sundering... The ocean all around. It was so disorienting that he lost track of himself in it for a moment. All the pain was focused in his chest underneath the mark of the Sun. Nor was Vila immune from it either, gasping and clutching her own chest.
When it had passed, Loran was holding him up by his shoulder, Ichiro had fallen to his knees and Vila was cringing and whimpering as it all faded. Are... Are you ok ichiro? Cmon man, answer already you've been on your knees screaming for almost a full minute. he said, clearly shaken and a woman in a habit charging towards them with a staff, older, and seeming very cranky. Loran stalled her with a hand, Ichiro's chest mark was still glowing brightly, before it faded and his wounds, manifested on Vila's body, making her gasp and clutch at her arm and face, panting raggedly in his hair for a long moment.
You never.... You never get used... To that. she gasped out, laying there limply.
Well yes... I'm a... Don't ask too many questions. My life is already complicated enough. She said, an unwanted vision making Ichiro's head spin. Pain, so much pain, and blood, and sundering... The ocean all around. It was so disorienting that he lost track of himself in it for a moment. All the pain was focused in his chest underneath the mark of the Sun. Nor was Vila immune from it either, gasping and clutching her own chest.
When it had passed, Loran was holding him up by his shoulder, Ichiro had fallen to his knees and Vila was cringing and whimpering as it all faded. Are... Are you ok ichiro? Cmon man, answer already you've been on your knees screaming for almost a full minute. he said, clearly shaken and a woman in a habit charging towards them with a staff, older, and seeming very cranky. Loran stalled her with a hand, Ichiro's chest mark was still glowing brightly, before it faded and his wounds, manifested on Vila's body, making her gasp and clutch at her arm and face, panting raggedly in his hair for a long moment.
You never.... You never get used... To that. she gasped out, laying there limply.