Post by alyssa on Nov 27, 2011 23:45:46 GMT -5
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[style= font: 20px Monotype Corsiva; color: EEE9E9]Notes: It's under 1,000 Music: Great Fairy's Fountain Theme - Legend of Zelda 25th Anniversary Soundtrack Words: 640 Credit to Meniph of LS[/style] | [atrb=style, padding: 5px; border-top: 3px solid #; opacity: 0.5][style=height: 300px; overflow: auto; font: 11px Tahoma; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: EEE9E9]Alyssa swallowed her nervousness as she struggled to get a hold on the thoughts that were rushing through her brain. She struggled to control her rapid breathing both from the quick course of action she had just taken against the Lux grunt and the alarm that had seized her chest when Steven had been shot. There was no response from the former, gray-haired champion immediately; causing Alyssa’s worry that something vital had been damaged by the bullet that, as far as she could see, was still lodged in his back where it had entered, seeing as there was no evidence in the front of his suit to show that it had managed to escape as a clean through-and-through shot. Alyssa clenched her fist slightly against his back seconds before he moved. He stood straight, letting her hand drop off of his body. He moved downwards again to retrieve the meteorite he had taken, and Alyssa instinctively leaned forward out of worry to help when he seemed to nearly fall again, his knees almost buckling. He didn’t answer her with words, only actions, causing her expression to shift from one of obvious worry to a frown, that was a mixture of worry, sadness, and even a bit of annoyance at the former Champions silence and brush-off of her worry. She didn’t care so much that her worry had been brushed off as she was concerned about his apparent lack of concern for himself. Moving too much could shift the bullet – though it was unlikely – and harm him further, simply moving wrong could cause him pain, especially considering it’s location. By looking at his back, where his suit darkened from the blood seeping from the wound, the bullet was lodged in his lower shoulder. Bloodloss, however, was Alyssa’s biggest concern. As a fresh wound it showed no immediate sign of stopping, and if he continued to move at the straightforward rate that he was, the loss of blood may be enough to cause him to lose consciousness. She watched his back for only a second before pushing herself up, almost sprinting slightly to catch up with him in the space he had managed to cover. She had a feeling she knew where he was headed now – to get his pokemon back. She was set on getting hers back, too, and only barely managing to put the rough outline of a plan together in her head. How was she supposed to know where guards would be positioned and when? Or hell, where had their pokeballs even been taken? Had they been taken all the way to the Presidents office? Or were they just being stored somewhere with a handful of grunts guarding them? Alyssa knew that yet again she’d be forced out of her usual nature. She would do whatever it took to get her pokemon back, even if it meant killing another person. Her pokemon were the most important companions in her life, and she was not about to lose them or let them down. ”Steven.” She walked forward quickly, getting just ahead of him before turning to look at him. Although she was not completely blocking his path, she stood as more of a sign on the side of the road, as the comparison followed. ”What are you planning?” Her jaw was set unwaveringly and her eyes blazed. The energy that had surged through her when she attacked the grunt remained, keeping her muscles wired, and ready to spring. ”Don’t just charge into this blindly. It will get you shot…again.” The white-haired girl tilted her jaw upwards so she could look at Steven’s hard eyes. ”As you were exiting you said you needed me to do something before you were cut off. What is it?” she asked, unwilling to be left hanging. Let me help you… she silently willed him. Please… [/style] |