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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Nov 10, 2019 5:02:06 GMT
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Post by Mystique on Nov 10, 2019 5:32:14 GMT
16- Your muse is being kept hostage and mine has just rescued them.
Despite the fact that she was tender with the man's wounded body, the concern Raven held was clear as day upon her features. So much so that it almost looked like she might cry at a moment's notice, but both mutants knew she was stronger than that. She had faced worst things before, and seeing Erik bloodied and bruised was, unfortunately, not a new thing. Although the fact he had been caught and held as ransom was new. He was safe now; he was out. He had just stumbled as the rush of adrenaline died down in his veins, but the smaller shapeshifter had him steady. "Erik. Erik. Can you hear me? Come on, don't pass out on me!" // Erik Lehnsherr |
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Nov 16, 2019 16:42:15 GMT
Tag: Mystique Note: Better layout coming soon! Peace WAS NEVER AN OPTION Though Erik could hear her, it sounded as if they were underwater. Her voice distant despite logic screaming at him that she was near. This would not be the first time Erik had been held captive in one way or another, nor the first time that he would have been tortured and beaten. Adrenaline had kept him moving and numbed to the physical pain as it had not quite set in yet. However, it was what they had given him. Sedatives. Enough to weaken him and hinder the use of his powers. The drugs still flowed through his veins and it made it extra difficult to move with ease. Something he hated to admit.
Though the strength of Mystique's presence kept him moving, knowing he was relying on her a little too much however . . . she had seen him in his weaker moments. This, would be no exception. It was what he tried to hold on to in order to keep him conscious. In order to fight the darkness that threatened to consume him. Though it was getting increasingly difficult as everything seemed blurry around him. The throbbing of whatever injuries he had sustained was starting to set in, though his tolerance for pain was high enough that it did not draw complaint from him.
"Sedatives," he breathed out, hoping to explain to her what it was that made him as such. He spit out a mouthful of blood on the ground, taking slow breaths so that he could gather just enough strength to get out of here. "Let's go," he managed to get out, unsure whether the danger had been secured, or if she had managed to just evade the captors to get him out. Either way, he was grateful to her, indebted . . . and he would be sure she knew that once they were in a position where he could properly express it.
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