After regaining his senses, Andy looked up at Abby, wincing at her words. Great, not only had he almost fallen off the cliff, he'd made a fool of himself in front of everyone. Now he wished he'd gone tumbling off, maybe the rubble could have hidden his embarrassment. Red from ear to ear, Andy shamefacedly made his way down the cliffside to join the others, swallowing his vertigo and stopping every so often to regain his balance, and let broken fingernails regenerate. Apparently whatever healing magic had returned him his mouth and ears had also removed the callouses he had built up on his hands. He felt so soft and sensitive, like some city slicker who hadn't worked a day in his life. And it wasn't like he could build them up again here. Scars apparently weren't something that happened in this world.
He finally reached the bottom of the slope, following Abby, and brushed the dust off his jeans and hands. He hardly had a chance to say, or rather, write anything, before Ricardo took off, looking for Camille. Camille! That was right! She had been ahead of them in the cave, had she run off?! Oh christ, yet another thing he had messed up on. How was he so immensely stupid? He had completely forgotten about her!
Rubbing his head, he took a deep breath, resolving to not make a fool out of himself any more. No more letting his mind wander like a carefree lamb, he had to be sharp, on his toes here. And from the look of the city before him... Very, very careful. He gave Abby a sideways glance, silently apologizing for before, then took off after Ricardo.
Like the young man before him, Andy also ran into a street brawl or two, men and women viciously slugging it out in the street, kicking and punching and biting with hands and feet and fists. Unlike Ricardo, however, he wasn't quite as lucky to avoid the violence. In fact, he was stopped dead in his tracks as he was clotheslined by a very beefy, mostly naked bear of a man, feeling his nose break with a very audible crack!
He was knocked to the ground, blinded by the shock and sudden pain. He knew he was bleeding, he could taste the nauseating flavor of blood rush into his mouth even as his nose mended itself. He rolled to the side to avoid getting stomped on, only to find himself being kicked hard in the gut, flying backwards into a wall. He clutched his stomach, trying not to throw up with the sudden throbbing in his gut, though he didn't know what could even come up, seeing as he hadn't eaten anything. Maybe an organ?
He stood up shakily, avoiding another crashing body and darting down an alley, away from the orgy of violence, stumbling into a fenced off garden. And apparently into an actual orgy. Letting out a high pitched squeak, he ran out again, this time not stopping until the road ran out, coming to the banks of a peaceful river. Made out of scorching lava. The burning glow was too much for him to get close to it, but this area seemed calmer, with people just dancing instead. He struggled to catch his breath, shellshocked both from the street brawl and his unwilling part in it, to getting his virgin heart shocked half out of his body.
He wiped the blood off of his face the best he could with his sleeve, looking disgusted by his sorry shirt, and himself. He needed new clothes. And a shower, preferably. Getting barbecued and cut to ribbons did not a church-going attire make. Though he doubted there were very many churches in this strange world. But first, he had to find Camilla! ... Or anyone. It struck him now that in his blind panic, he had gotten himself completely, utterly, uselessly lost. So much for not making a fool of himself again.
Natsu