Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-15792134-20140224174158/@comment-15792134-20140225014451

It took Urdin several minutes to stand up again. He vomited, sick to his stomach at himself. He picked up the mask and stuffed it in one of the cargo pockets of his jumpsuit. It didn't appear in the deep pocket. He staggered out of the alley. He breathed in a few times and managed to calm himself to stop shaking. He was still sickly pale, but he could play it off. He stuffed his feelings in the back of his mind, he had to get to Zaffre. At least be there for her as Urdin, even though he was the reason of her suffering. He turned back and looped around the building, heading back towards the bar. It started to rain, but he didn't react to it. In the dark and rain he saw a figure ducking into a church. He saw it as Calco and Zaffre. He rushed forward, what was he doing with her? Why there? She needed to go back to Beacon, or a hospitol. Urdin ran forward trying to set his face as if he was surprised. He had practice, hiding Bluefield for so long. He ran up to the doors and entered quickly. He stopped and kept quiet. Trying to take in the situation. He saw Zaffre on the bench and Calco looking at the cross. He had to fight the urge to run to her side. He had to act like he didn't know what was going on, and it even looked like Calco was the criminal.

"What happened? What did you do?" Urdin said in an angry voice. Trying to convince himself that he hadn't done anything, that someone else. That Bluefield had done this. Urdin was at work. At the warehouses.