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The blobfish is freaking weird. HOW CAN YOU EAT IT? IT HAS A FACE!!!
Sorry for the short post, didn't really know what to do and I didn't feel the need to add to the…blobfish. Seriously, guys? Lol.
Thaum: The Azure Sea
Dylan smiled across the way at Lucien, having no idea what the man was pointing at in the tank. Must have been something extraordinary though, with the way everyone was going on about it. “I’m sure it is - why else would a restaurant have it?”
Turning his attention back to Doctor Dream, he nodded at the conversation. He took a sip of his water, having taken care to avoid alcohol since the incident a few weeks ago. But the food was still fantastic as it was, the fish was delicious, so light and flavorful.
“Someone will be joining us then?” he said with a smile. “Will he be joining us here or afterwards?”
Awesome drawing Buns! LMAO @ Moira's face.
A song that makes me happy, eh? You asked for it.
Los Paraisos: Mercy Hospital: Recovery Ward Corridor
That noise - the slow and steady beats replaced by the tinny sound of a flat line. Dylan launched to his feet, scrambling with the others to see it himself. Bracing himself for the worst, he turned his gaze upon the bed. The empty bed. Where was Don? It was the question of the day, and he was jostled along to the window with the others, staring out as the music began to play.
Dylan opened his mouth to ask, but was unable to find the words to start. So he waited, and he did not have to wait long as the voice poured from the speakers. It was smooth, strong, and unmistakable. “Big bro?” he finally managed, listening to the song as the roof of the La Macabaret split and the stage rose.
Dylan’s face cracked under the emotion, a wide grin on his face as tears of joy streamed from his eyes. “He...he’s alive! Oh thank you, Aislin! Thank you!” He stood enraptured as the song continued, as Don started to climb, his performance reaching the entire island. Dylan whooped when Don glanced at them, pointing through the Pride to his dearest Selan.
This was incredible, impossible, unbelievable. Just moments ago he must have been here in the hospital bed. “Touch and go” they said. But now - now all of Los Paraisos had their eyes on him as he sang.
Overcome by emotion, he seized Trixie in a big hug. “What did I say? Didn’t I say it? SUPERBROS NEVER DIE!!!!"
Pachamac said I hope everyone's having a really Good Friday!
Hahaha, I see what you did there. Having a "good" Friday on Good Friday. Hahahaha.
*goes back to reading*
Woohoo! The sites back! I missed this. *hugs the RP*
And damn, great posts all around. I didn't have a chance to read Pach's before it went down, but daamn. And @Buns yeah, your post had some great moments.
Leave it to me to write the depressing one.
And damn, great posts all around. I didn't have a chance to read Pach's before it went down, but daamn. And @Buns yeah, your post had some great moments.
Leave it to me to write the depressing one.
Los Paraisos: Mercy Hospital: Recovery Ward Corridor
Dylan sat in the sterile waiting room, his unfocused eyes staring at the plain white wall in front of him. He held a cup of room-temperature coffee in his hands, half-empty and forgotten. More cups were scattered around his feet, drained and discarded in a desperate attempt to stay awake. Sure, Josette was in there with Don, being his real family after all. But still...Don was his Big Bro and Dylan wanted to be there when he awoke.
If he awoke.
He had barely spoken since they arrived, the events of the last couple of days playing over and over in his head. He knew that they had won, that they had managed to save a group of women from a most horrible fate. But for some reason that victory left him feeling hollow. He knew a couple of the others were about, seeing to the women, making themselves useful, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything.
Not even draw.
Don nearly died. Maybe was dying. Dylan had never really lost anyone before, and though his father had passed away, he had been so young at the time. Dalia remembered it far more than he did. If Don didn’t pull through...well, Dylan didn’t let himself finish that thought. Besides, there were other things to consider. He and Lucien still hadn’t talked about that night, and though the man was full of jokes and smiles, Dylan couldn’t be sure. If he had taken advantage of his friend... well, that didn’t make him much better than Tobias, did it?
He raked his hand through is hair, mostly to hide the fact that it was shaking violently. “Please,” he whispered in a low prayer, “please watch over him. I know he’s not one of yours, but please help him. Or pass my request along. Please...
“Superheroes never die.”
Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: Pool Room
Dylan remained standing, his head held high as he watched the scene before him. Poor Lisette looked like she might break through, then a soft touch of the arm from Mordie had her slipping back into the delusion. The witch leaned in to whisper something into Lucien’s ear, and the blue hair man charged forward, seizing him by his dress.
"Stop spewing lies, yeah? We're sick and tired of this BS." Dylan said nothing, but simply meet Lucy’s gaze, searching for any sign of his friend. “I-I can't do it." Lucien dropped his fist, but he didn't let go. "I...I can't."
Dylan let out a sigh of relief, believing that he had managed to reach them. Somehow he had done it, and in this way they were stronger than he had been. He cast a glance at Mordie, as if to challange her, but then the unbelievable happened.
"Looks like we're done here, boys n' gal. It's been real charmin'. We should play again sometime!"
He sagged in relief. Part of him wanted to question it - it made no sense for to just up and leave - but he’d take what he could get. Lisette and Lucy snapped out of her control, or maybe she released them, and he offered a weak smile. “No,” he said in response to Lisette’s apology, “don’t be sorry. She got all of us. What’s important is that we’re now ourselves, and we can go find the others.”
Stepping out of Lucy’s grip, Dylan torn off his wig and cast it to the floor. “We have work to do.”
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