i'm all right, just a little disarmed [ teddy+sven
Mar 8, 2016 1:35:30 GMT -5
Post by Teddy on Mar 8, 2016 1:35:30 GMT -5
[ OUTBREAK : STAGE 6 ]
Chaos, it was absolute chaos.
In combination with the virus plaguing his mind, everyone around him was in complete anarchy. It was impossible to touch base with anyone. Out of everyone he wished he would run into now, it was the redheaded dragon that popped into mind first. But no, Teddy knew he wouldn't be receiving aid this time. Darting in and out of building within the lower class, though, he held onto his hope. If he could somehow find Kyne, maybe -- Teddy didn't know, really, actually. He couldn't think straight. There was too much panic scrambling his thoughts.
A sudden wave of nausea brought him staggering around a corner, he couldn't see straight -- but suddenly, all too suddenly, he felt a sense of danger rising up in his mind. Was it real? Was it fake? He didn't know. But before he could bother to check, his hand found his pocket, jerking out a stick of Magix -- one of the last he had. With luck, the shit wouldn't backfire on him just yet.
What was it? There was definitely something there. A form, moving, or maybe it was three? Was his vision tricking him once again? Reaching out, dizzy and disoriented, he threw an electric bolt forward, falling against the wall of the building he was near. Hopefully it wasn't anyone innocent, or maybe it was nothing at all. His chest rose and fell with the effort of using the Magix in his state, though. He felt like a total train wreck.
"Just stay away from me," he shouted, voice tight with nerves and an attempt at sounding completely hostile (which was mostly successful). Electricity crackled around his lips, giving away that he was ready to attack again at the drop of a hat.
Chaos, it was absolute chaos.
In combination with the virus plaguing his mind, everyone around him was in complete anarchy. It was impossible to touch base with anyone. Out of everyone he wished he would run into now, it was the redheaded dragon that popped into mind first. But no, Teddy knew he wouldn't be receiving aid this time. Darting in and out of building within the lower class, though, he held onto his hope. If he could somehow find Kyne, maybe -- Teddy didn't know, really, actually. He couldn't think straight. There was too much panic scrambling his thoughts.
A sudden wave of nausea brought him staggering around a corner, he couldn't see straight -- but suddenly, all too suddenly, he felt a sense of danger rising up in his mind. Was it real? Was it fake? He didn't know. But before he could bother to check, his hand found his pocket, jerking out a stick of Magix -- one of the last he had. With luck, the shit wouldn't backfire on him just yet.
What was it? There was definitely something there. A form, moving, or maybe it was three? Was his vision tricking him once again? Reaching out, dizzy and disoriented, he threw an electric bolt forward, falling against the wall of the building he was near. Hopefully it wasn't anyone innocent, or maybe it was nothing at all. His chest rose and fell with the effort of using the Magix in his state, though. He felt like a total train wreck.
"Just stay away from me," he shouted, voice tight with nerves and an attempt at sounding completely hostile (which was mostly successful). Electricity crackled around his lips, giving away that he was ready to attack again at the drop of a hat.
