Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-2135507-20130613052003/@comment-2135507-20130622070911

Terry's head snapped in the direction of the scream he heard. It was female, definitely Cicilia. He climbed over rubble and moaning guards until he reached the part where he though he heard the scream. He then spotted a yellow hair clip and some hair... Yes, yes that was definitely her.

"Cicilia" Terry called, relieved. That is, until he realized that she didn't answer him. Panic spread through him as he darted towards. He knelt down and pressed his fingers to her neck. Good she was passed out. Who knows what injuries this girl had. Well. Other then her arm which was obviously not in the right position. 'Mental note' Terry thought, 'No earthquakes around allies who cannot fly or meld into shadows'

Using his voice, he quickly healed Cicilia of her wounds, and preceded to pick her up and run in the direction he thought the tailor shop might be. There was an exit there, and maybe he could find some revenant of Unit 731, who knew? At least they could get Cicilia's kit and get the heck out of this plaza.