Apr 4, 2021 23:58:44 GMT -6
Nico made his way through the streets towards the hospital. He was recalling the events that led him to this. Being followed in the middle of the day, and then ambushed by three shady individuals. He wondered if the hospital team had run into anything like him before, they had to have right? This world was full of all sorts of creatures. Sand was dripping out of wounds on his arms. He had used to his forearms to protect the rather formal suit he was wearing. Why was he in the suit? He couldn't quite place why either, perhaps it was because he was buried with it. He realized perhaps they thought he was an easy target because of his attire? No, looks could be deceiving. He groaned, using his sand control to keep most of the sand remaining in the wounds which kept them plugged. He rushed into a store.
He had however been using this sand to fight, and a bit of dirt had mixed in with the sand. It made things more difficult to control, like lapses in spots around his body that he could not fluctuate easily. He pushed the dirt out by flowing his sand out of his body. This caused his wounds to visibly leak white sand, and the dirt that had made its way into his body was also expelled. He leaked the sand as he made his way to where they keep clothes ties. He grabbed a pack. Thankfully all the damage was on his forearms, from protecting against slashing weapons. He took a moment to focus, stopping some of the sand from leaking out of his wound. He then grabbed the skin and closed it, using the clothes ties to hold it together. He did the same thing to the other arm.
He remembered that perhaps these would have been a bit discomforting if he had a better sense of pain. His hands were now leaking a bit more than before honestly, but because of the clothes pins he didn't need to focus on controlling the sand within him. He could learn to control this a bit better, but he honestly hated this body so much taking the time to properly wield it didn't seem like fun to him.
He made his way through the front door to exit the building, forgetting to pay on his way out. He rushed through the streets, which were thankfully light up. The darkness was still ever present though, and he was on edge. His eyes looked at the lights of the hospital as he made his way into the ER courageously avoiding a few dark spots on the entrance, which seemed to have a bad bulb. He made his way to the entrance where he was informed that he would have to wait a lengthy amount of time to get stitched up. Nico looked back outside through the sliding doors. If it got any darker would he be able to make it home safely? The lady at the desk didn't want to be burdened with another case of someone freaking out, and seeing the worry in his eyes, she jokingly stated. "You can try visiting the morgue lady if you can't stand to wait."
Nico, resting his hands on the counter and spilling grains of sand all over it quickly pushed off the desk. The sand flew scattering against the woman's chest, all on accident of course. He followed the signs to get to the morgue, busting into the front door, and then he called out. "Hello? I was told I could get stitches here!?" He called out, in a bit of a rush to check his overall surroundings. "I am in a bit of a rush.. I just need to stop leaking." Nico was leaking white sand onto the ground.
He had however been using this sand to fight, and a bit of dirt had mixed in with the sand. It made things more difficult to control, like lapses in spots around his body that he could not fluctuate easily. He pushed the dirt out by flowing his sand out of his body. This caused his wounds to visibly leak white sand, and the dirt that had made its way into his body was also expelled. He leaked the sand as he made his way to where they keep clothes ties. He grabbed a pack. Thankfully all the damage was on his forearms, from protecting against slashing weapons. He took a moment to focus, stopping some of the sand from leaking out of his wound. He then grabbed the skin and closed it, using the clothes ties to hold it together. He did the same thing to the other arm.
He remembered that perhaps these would have been a bit discomforting if he had a better sense of pain. His hands were now leaking a bit more than before honestly, but because of the clothes pins he didn't need to focus on controlling the sand within him. He could learn to control this a bit better, but he honestly hated this body so much taking the time to properly wield it didn't seem like fun to him.
He made his way through the front door to exit the building, forgetting to pay on his way out. He rushed through the streets, which were thankfully light up. The darkness was still ever present though, and he was on edge. His eyes looked at the lights of the hospital as he made his way into the ER courageously avoiding a few dark spots on the entrance, which seemed to have a bad bulb. He made his way to the entrance where he was informed that he would have to wait a lengthy amount of time to get stitched up. Nico looked back outside through the sliding doors. If it got any darker would he be able to make it home safely? The lady at the desk didn't want to be burdened with another case of someone freaking out, and seeing the worry in his eyes, she jokingly stated. "You can try visiting the morgue lady if you can't stand to wait."
Nico, resting his hands on the counter and spilling grains of sand all over it quickly pushed off the desk. The sand flew scattering against the woman's chest, all on accident of course. He followed the signs to get to the morgue, busting into the front door, and then he called out. "Hello? I was told I could get stitches here!?" He called out, in a bit of a rush to check his overall surroundings. "I am in a bit of a rush.. I just need to stop leaking." Nico was leaking white sand onto the ground.
