Crash
Crash pinched the bridge of his nose as Matt jumped into the air shifting into a bird and flying over to him, he looked at the boy with a frown as he spoke very directly and to the point. The idea had been playing on his mind...Argh! I'm not made for this, where is Mercy when I need her? "But it would put everyone in the open if we took all of them outside, with no plan they'll divide and flee, where would that leave us?" Crash mused, he suddenly clicked his fingers. "We need someone capable of influencing emotional surges, any ideas?" Crash asked, wiping at his forehead he wasn't looking so good his face was pale and damp with sweat. Maybe we should just get everyone outside...I can't stay in here much longer...still
He covered his eyes with his hand as a blinding beam of light filled the room "Well that solves that problem" Crash pointed out, the light illuminated his damp face making his eyes glow as the pressure in his chest grew, why was he doing this? This negativity was bad he had to get away from it. "Look we need someone to keep these people safe, to direct them whilst the rest of us sort out the problem. Maybe they're safer staying in here whilst some of us attract the attention of the demons out there away from them. We just need to get together and get a plan formulated, now are you going to help me?" He asked Matt. He looked up as a familiar white haired boy appeared; he was actually relieved to see Criston. He even managed a grin at the quip from the other guy, uncertainty crossing his face at what was whispered to him.
He took a deep breath, lifting his eyes to view the crowd at least they were clumping together over by the light source now, still fairly uneasy but all together and to the side. He blinked in surprise as someone tapped his shoulder turning to see Kathy a pulse of guilt shot through him, he’d let his attention drift...he looked a little blank as she held her hand out to him palm up, until she spoke he looked down at his own hand realizing he was still clinging to her shoe. “Oh! Sorry...” He murmured, clearly distracted. Why am I apologizing...she threw it at me.... He was careful to keep that under wraps, he could feel she was still pissed at him for some reason.
He lifted a hand to his face wiping away another layer of sweat as she adopted a worried expression, he knew he was on dangerous ground here...the last time he’d tried to brush it off she’d slapped him and hurt herself in the process. “Yes it did, it’s just...just a defect if I get stressed out. I’m ok at the moment, I’ve got it under wraps” He explained vaguely. Tearing his attention away from her he looked around the auditorium, checking to see who had approached him so far it seemed to be Matt, Criston, Kathy and...He heard a small voice say ready behind him turning to see a girl holding a trumpet rather like a spear man preparing for battle. Crash nodded at her with a smile, flinching as a lion plonked its butt down in front of him grumbling something.
“Glad to have you all aboard...I think” He grinned directing his last comment to the lion at his feet “Right first things first, there are demons here if you hadn’t already felt them I don’t know why they’re here or what they want. I don’t even know what they look like or what type of demons they are...I don't know as much as it seems ok, I just promised someone I'd try to get everyone together and try to get them prepared. She's the one that told me about this, she said she could feel them that they were taking away her power, causing her pain. I finding her may help but we can't just leave everyone here in utter chaos we need to protect everyone as best as we can and we need a plan of action" He explained to the group that had gathered by him. “I just think we need to know who can go all out and who can back us up. If these things are powerful they could have had years of training to back it up, and if we’re flailing around without a strategy we’ll get pummeled for lack of a better word” He spoke as clearly as he could glad the volume had decreased to whimpers and hushed voices by now. His thoughts were becoming rather jumbled with the added pressure of his anxiety, though he didn’t feel quite as panicked now Kathy was on the floor and close by...he wasn’t sure why that effected him so much No time to think about that now... “Ideas people?” He asked for their input, knowing a fresh approach was needed now they knew what was going on.
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Little Feather
Little Feather wasn’t sure what Leroy was on about as he spoke of ‘keychains’ and ‘flash lights’, she looked up at Dragonfly who hung above them quite happily if he got tired he would come down and probably rest on someone’s head. She wasn’t sure what to do for the boy now rocking back and forth in front of her, he seemed so wrapped up in his fear he was unreachable. She flicked her gaze up to Leroy as he snapped angrily at Zivon, a brow raising at the 3 pots of ink he had in his hands, she watched him curiously as he poured yellow ink onto his palm and moved forward pressing his hand onto Zivon’s shoulder, her eyes glued to the yellow hand print left there as the boy withdrew his hand. “What did you do to him?” She asked, getting to her feet uncertainly, she wasn’t familiar with his form of body painting...for starters did he realize the paint was touching the crying boys clothes not his skin...maybe there was a reason for that.
She waited a while for him to answer in this time she noticed Lion had disappeared, she spun on the spot feeling a certain amount of dread hit her stomach as she looked for him in the crowd. “Lion?” She whispered, getting onto her hands and knees to look for him she crawled a whole circle around Leroy and Zivon before she got back up, looking in the direction of red haired boy from earlier, she oculd have sworn she’d seen her companion move over there. “Are you guys staying here? I’m just going to go get my lion...” She murmured to Leroy, not really sure it mattered where she was or what she was doing but she told him all the same.