Post by Reast Istoría Vu on Jan 16, 2016 22:20:54 GMT -5
Reast Istoría Vu
Stepping foot on Promise Island felt sorta like stepping on the graves of the deceased now. Terrible, and most horrible things had happened here...But it had seemed abandoned now. There was still hope. Before they could begin recollecting everything hat had happened, Reast felt it was her responsibility to help those remaining super naturals have a place they could run to when times got rough. Looking around in complete silence for several seconds, it took Re moments before she could actually collect herself and speak to those remaining. Turning her glance to the group, Re directed them to the blood stained walls, and crumbling buildings.
"For those of you who haven't figured out what we are fighting for...Please look around. This town once held super naturals of all walks of life. Behind us actually was a day care and child development center for children." Pointing to completely blood painted building, Reast's face remained unchanging. "That is what we are fighting for." Dropping her hand, Reast turned her attention towards the blood bathed city before smirking faintly. Though she was turned away, she remained speaking in a loud enough tone that anyone here could hear her. "Anyone who doesn't feel this is where they belong, please leave now. But remember, as we said before. Nobody gets left behind. Come back to Promise when you are lost...and direct others here when they feel alone. Promise Island is opening back up."
Taking a deep breath, Reast then turned around to look back at the group. "If you are an Immortal, you will remain and help rebuild. It should only take a day then we can return to our home. If you are not an Immortal, it is time for you to leave." Looking over each person, Reast directed her eyes at the new and old before pulling out her blade and quickly slicing it over the skin on her palm. Putting the blade away, she then turned her open palm upside down. Allowing droplets of blood to hit the ground. In seconds, each droplet of blood morphed into a little round creature. Monsters of Blood. When about forty of them were active, Reast closed her palm and directed her eyes to the buildings. And just like that, the creatures ran over to the buildings, stumbling and tripping over one another. They began cleaning up what could be saved and destroying what was now trash. The creatures were clumsy, and sometimes a little silly, but their child like personality is what usually what saved them. Re enjoyed the idiotic humor, and actions of the little blood rascals.
And if you're still breathing
you're the lucky ones. cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
credit to nat of adoxography.