"He went where?" Taranee grinned despite the horror of the dump, simply because of the riled anger this seemed to formulate in Will. "Can't he just stay still?"
"He's probably just trying to ditch Blunk," Irma shrugged, reopening a door just closed; everyone letting Will storm past, pouting, before risking to follow her. "But to do it in a 'nice' way."
"Can't we just leave them to swim in garbage?" Taranee grimaced, but Cornelia smirked and she sobered up her disgust. She'd rather not be the entertainment for this evening, and it was just as well, as Will's 'shoulders-up-to-her-ears' tense look seemed funny enough for the occasion. And plus, the dance was tonight..
"He'll be drowning in garbage by the time Will's through.." Taranee frowned at Cornelia's totally 'cool' tone. Didn't dhe hate garbage too? Didn't she realize she was going to have to spend the night walking around with that stench wafting from her elected 'hotty'? "He left the portal open again."
"Every time! EVERY time! What does it take for him to- RRGH!" Taranee snickered and Irma scoffed as Will scrunched her face into a knot of aggression. "I'm going to ram his face up a-"
"Wait!" The fire guardian swore she saw the actual lightbulb-on moment as Cornelia's features fell to resemble the terrible anguish and horror, probably recalling the general temper that took the rebel leader a few days post-Will to cool off. "But he's my date!"
A tumble of coulorfully chosen words gave the impression that Will didn't care.
...
"Caleb!" Caleb grimaced and tried to ignore the reeking emanation of the rotten corpses of culinary items alike, mixed with wrappers and plastics, and oh how wonderful it would be if he were to happen upon a rat in the midst.. To Blunk he guessed it would smell like a sweet perfume, and Caleb wondered how such a fine-tuned nasal capacity could ever like this stinking crap. "Restaurant garbage over here!"
"Are you sure?" Caleb frowned and dropped something sticky, staring at the now pinkish gunk on his hand with a vast displeasure as Blunk suddenly seemed to have caused some sort of catastrophy; the noise of rubble and trash clattering about much louder than one passling could make.. But as a shadow loomed, Caleb realized that Blunk looting on the job would no longer be his problem.
"The Horn.." Emerald eyes searched for Cedric, but locked when the found a standing body; an attentive corpse; Drake. It would be a fate worse than dying to Cedric, for Caleb to die to Drake. There was something, not a fear of death, but an unsettling fear of how Drake would take it. Guilt was a powerful thing, and Caleb knew that Drake cared more than he put out. Drake had never cared who he killed, as long as they were on the other team, and if Caleb were to bow to Phobos today, he was sure the blonde man wouldn't blink as he stabbed tomorrow, but the rebellion was Drake's family. Caleb was family to Drake, and he was quite sure that nothing Drake ever did would be as much of a regret. And Caleb refused to be responsible for that. Anger; rage; inner turmoil ran through Caleb's veins and showed in his eyes as he looked up to the snake who smiled. "If you please..? ...Trance marchers, ATTACK!"
Caleb stared with wide eyes as the escanor rebels surrounded him in large groups.. There had only been about fifty originally taken.. And at least half of them were not here.. How many had been taken? Caleb found Blunk trying to hide behind his leg, but Caleb only stared with disheartened eyes. It was a known fact, for Caleb, that he was seen as corrupt; the rebellion had wanted to kill him when they found out where he was from, but it was the fact that the didn't have a choice that made their killing him seem so much more dastardly. "It's no use Blunk, there's no way around them!"
Caleb could only wait, and as the rebellion started to meet his level, Caleb pushed and shovel them away with no hopes that they'd forgive him. He had to fix this. It wasn't his right to give up, but when Drake's cold, white eyes were found, Caleb couldn't bring himself to give the hit; instead grabbing the older boy's shoulders and shaking him as Drake's strong hands wrapped around him. "No, Drake! It's Caleb! Me! Parakaloúme Drake sas parakaló!"
But it was no use, and Caleb felt more and more rebels swarming and taking scratching grabs at his arms and torso as he felt the young man; one of his own friends; a brother's fingers lace around him forcefully to crush his newly treated neck. The air wasn't going out quick enough though, and Caleb considered pulling his arms away from the other rebels to join Drake's finger, just so that he wouldn't have to look anymore.. "GET OFF HIM ASSHOLE!"
Parakaloúme Drake sas parakaló! - Please Drake, I beg of you!
