Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150502044323/@comment-24147026-20160731073524

Tuckyr relaxed under Laura's light touch, the confusion and the stabbing sensation from his head being drowned out by a comfortable warm numbness as he stared into the eyes of his new partner.

There was concern beyond the red tinge of sadness that colored them, that was a little funny to him, why was this pretty girl concerned for him? He was the hero! He should be the one concerned for her, concerned for everyone really, heroes were supposed to protect anyone that couldn't stand up for themselves, and he'd be the greatest hero ever, bigger and brighter than anyone else. The thought of being so strong and famous made him grin like a drunkard as the world was drowned out in a vivid green that reminded him of open fields and the grass that grew in them.

He closed his eyes as instructed, letting himself be washed away with the bright color. It was only when his head wound began to heal did he realize what was happening; this was Laura Evergreen's Semblance, Laura Evergreem was his peer who had struck such a sour note when they had first met. There was a number of words he would have liked to call her, but partner was never something he would have even joked about.

As the healing process slowly died down, Tuckyr looked back at the lowly girl who thought she could be a Huntress when people like him were obviously top-dogs, she would never be able to keep up with him. It'd be easier to leave her behind and find someone who actually achieve their goals. She had healed him though, and he couldn't deny there was a certain pang of guilt that came with his assessment of her. Heroes weren't supposed to judge people anyways, or some simplistic drivel like that.

"Thank you," He forced himself to say, flinching back from her touch. He tentatively moved his hand along where he had bashed his head against one of the trees, finding nothing amiss or out of place. "we should start moving. Being last isn't really my style."