Gaia Sunaris Cadera
It's a cat-astrophe!
Location: Junction
Objective: Negotiate
Allies: [member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Quoron"] Mantis [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemies: [member="Amun"]
Deep breaths. Cassiopeia inhaled, then exhaled. There were no longer any shots being fired. The assassin had left or been caught. That was a relief, at least. She realized quickly how fast her dress was ruined by the blood gushing out of her arm. It wouldn’t kill her, but boy was it annoying.
She couldn’t move her right arm, though. That concerned her. Something to be worried about later.
She perked a brow as she looked over to Hawke. His voice was rasped, coarse. He was in as much danger as Gilamar. Maybe a bit better at hiding it, though. That counted for something – if he wanted to die, anyway.
She stood beside Yasha as she looked at Gilamar. He was in serious danger, and it was easy to see the blood on his armor.
“I’m fine,” she muttered back to Yasha. She grabbed the shot in an instinctual reaction, piercing it into her shoulder as she sighed. She could already feel the wonder drug taking effect. Probably would take a bit of time, and hopefully it would heal her nerves…
Cassiopeia stepped back as Yasha blew through the ground. Then back up, “Quick, take Hawke,” she’d say as she in some mostly failed attempt tried to push Hawke into Yasha’s arms with her left arm. Once Yasha came back, she’d hop in her arms before joining up with the rest of them down on the 12th floor.
Cassiopeia took a glance up and blinked. “Impressive, Yasha… How is Gilamar? Hawke?" She’d say as she went to stand next to the Infernal. She took a moment to finally breath – the healing gunshot wound finally beginning to feel pain. Really, she needed to sit down.
Objective: Negotiate
Allies: [member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Quoron"] Mantis [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemies: [member="Amun"]
Deep breaths. Cassiopeia inhaled, then exhaled. There were no longer any shots being fired. The assassin had left or been caught. That was a relief, at least. She realized quickly how fast her dress was ruined by the blood gushing out of her arm. It wouldn’t kill her, but boy was it annoying.
She couldn’t move her right arm, though. That concerned her. Something to be worried about later.
She perked a brow as she looked over to Hawke. His voice was rasped, coarse. He was in as much danger as Gilamar. Maybe a bit better at hiding it, though. That counted for something – if he wanted to die, anyway.
She stood beside Yasha as she looked at Gilamar. He was in serious danger, and it was easy to see the blood on his armor.
“I’m fine,” she muttered back to Yasha. She grabbed the shot in an instinctual reaction, piercing it into her shoulder as she sighed. She could already feel the wonder drug taking effect. Probably would take a bit of time, and hopefully it would heal her nerves…
Cassiopeia stepped back as Yasha blew through the ground. Then back up, “Quick, take Hawke,” she’d say as she in some mostly failed attempt tried to push Hawke into Yasha’s arms with her left arm. Once Yasha came back, she’d hop in her arms before joining up with the rest of them down on the 12th floor.
Cassiopeia took a glance up and blinked. “Impressive, Yasha… How is Gilamar? Hawke?" She’d say as she went to stand next to the Infernal. She took a moment to finally breath – the healing gunshot wound finally beginning to feel pain. Really, she needed to sit down.