Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-27332019-20190103165600

To keep Blanc from dying Alexander removes a hose from his Mask and places it over her mouth, It should aid breathing. Her cracked skin is a sign of some terrible exposure. He can hear air passing through her skin. He refuses to even look at her as he felt anger at himself.

He turns to see Vorcha set alight like a candle.

Free Cremation I suppose.

Nobel wished that he had some magical McGuffin that he can whip out of his pocket to keep her stable, But sadly he has to do with what he has. As Trago started to get attacked my enemy mercenaries, Alexander carries Blanc in his arms and takes aim with his rockets.

CLICK!

"GOTT VERDAMNT!" He screams and starts to hurl grenades with just one hand, But he can't keep tossing smokes he will eventually run out.

He scans his surroundings as some of the gas settles and catches a glimpse of a van used by the mercenaries. Nobel knows how to drive but he can't fit his suit standing up.

"RUN! THERE!!" He points at the van and makes a mad dash madly throwing grenades and smokes.

As he reached the van by some miracle the key was still left in the ignition.

Quickly he steps out of his suit, But it wasn't easy. Alexander roars in pain as he allows himself free of the armor.

His arm was pinned into place by the Exo-suit, His arm was broken and he can only drive one handed. The cracked rib that was sealed reopened and was steadily leaking blood. Nothing a fistful of cotton can't fix.

He places Blanc inside his suit. In the worst case scenario if Gina's Life support ever fails he can use Hertzer as temporary life support until he can fix it again, And every time that happened Alexander is reminded that his lover isn't immortal...At least not yet!

"Hold on." He said to Blanc and places his Mask on her, Alexander didn't have his mask on which made him felt very vulnerable.

He turns to see his suit was doing what it could, And it didn't look pretty. The hose of the mask buried itself in her mouth and the fans blew steady as not to possibly damage the sacs of her lungs.

"Tr-Trago..S-Stay on top we ar-are gonig!" He said He felt coldness brush over him. He looks to see that he wasn't bleeding blood...He was bleeding saline solution. It was clear almost water like substance mixed in with his blood.

He was becoming more machine than human. More dependent on Hertzer.

He realized that if Farran attacked him and score him to a critical hit, Then the machine would have forcibly merged his body into one. ironically becoming like his own lover both trapped in life support.

Blanc if she doesn't get the help...Well, Hertzer might not even be enough, But this is Mistral after all! Nobel knows a hideout not too far from here.

But he needs to act fast...Because this cold embrace washing over him felt too familiar.