Where Myths Tread [RP]

[Saraibre Ryu]

Lux and Bellatrix
Sport's Field; Clouds Cross
@Winter

Lux almost saw the ball smack Ava in the face in slow motion. Aunt Bella was fidgeting with the coolers when she caught a last glimpse of it. Ball hitting Ava square in the face, and her on the ground. She was already packing up her first-aid kit and a couple of water bottles, sprinting down the field as her name was yelled across it by the coach. Lux sat down and tried not to listen to carefully to Fausto rattle on about what just happened. From all of the boy's observations, that wasn't like Ava. Spacing out in the middle of a game after being so focused? It was definitely strange, and he didn't have a doubt that it had something to do with Beau showing up.

Lux gulped down some water and sat quietly. He looked around and watched the other players while waiting to flip another number off either side of the point board. He was really hoping he could get some answers to this later tonight. At least he felt owed some answers as well.



"Alright move over, this is why I'm here, no crowding." Bellatrix shooed, making sure her dark, nearly black hair was tied back and out of the way. "Alright Ava you know the drill, lean forward, clean off, make sure noting is broken."

She opened up her first aid kit, seeing the bloody nose and hoping it wasn't broken. Taking a ball to the face varied in damage output. She poured some cold water over a cloth and rung it out just a bit, making sure it wasn't too soaked or too chilled. She gave it to Ava, knowing she was a capable enough young woman to wipe off her own blood and didn't need to be babied. Bellatrix was going to make sure that her nose wasn't broken, that the bleeding wasn't abnormal, and be on her way as usual. Ava would have been used to it by now.

"Nothing feels out of place or stings?" These were pretty standard questions that she could have been used to, as it was just standard procedure to ask them. "I haven't seen you take a ball like that in awhile Ava. Something up after your last performance?"

Bella was hoping she wasn't going to have to reaffirm the old 'you can tell me anything' policy again. It was true, and patient confidentiality was very much enforced, even against the parents. if a kid wanted something to be kept a secret, she kept it that way.

[Death's Spook]

Iskander Ingram
Odin
Cloud's Cross, Sports Field
ARPers: @Winter @Saraibre Ryu

Iskander was in a mood as particular as it was unpleasant.

He had already spent a considerable amount of mental energy on deducing that something was wrong with Cloud’s Cross, which was only further exacerbated by Beau Sanders’s mysterious herculean feat of strength and subsequent disappearance.

Iskander had actually been present when Beau lifted the hunk of building, and the fact that Iskander probably owed his life to Beau did nothing to lessen Iskander’s desire to hunt Beau down to a quiet area and charm or coerce Beau into talking.

It would also give me a plausible excuse to procrastinate talking to Ava. Can’t forget that that’s the other reason I’m in a bad mood.

Iskander felt he had good reason to avoid his best friend. Somehow, he felt revealing that he had withdrawn significantly from socializing after Beau’s strangeness because he was rigorously testing the hypothesis that he had supernatural powers caused by self inflicted injury was something that could cause Ava to feel certain very terrifying ways.

So in theory, he could have pursued Beau pushed off that conversation a bit further down the line. In fact, Iskander was about to do precisely that when he happened to look up.

Just in time to see Ava get smacked in the face with a soccer ball.

Iskander struggled for a second: did he go to question Beau, or did he help Ava?

He saw Ava’s nose begin to drip blood.

I hate being a good person, Iskander thought to himself as he began to walk towards his friend.

Iskander approached tentatively: the doctor was already evaluating Ava, and he wasn’t sure if either or both would object to his presence. As he got closer, he quietly asked, “May I please sit?”

The question meant two different things, in Iskander’s mind: it held its literal meaning as directed to Bellatrix, but it really meant, “How mad are you at me for not being available most of the time these past few weeks?” to Ava.

He sincerely hoped Ava wouldn’t send him away.