My Past Reads Like A Fall Out Boy Song Title [OPEN]

[exuviiated]

[The fields have ears.]

[Of corn, that is, but it's trampled and a mess by the time anyone might come across it-- this is Aaron's fault. He's been pacing for a solid hour as the wound on his side slowly clots.]

[He knows that he should put something over it; pressure, a cloth, even his hand, but he can't. His hands are shaking and his head hurts and all he can think of is Riddler.]

[Or, rather, what Riddler did to him. And vice versa.]

[By the time he's worked off enough nervous energy to stop pacing around, he's not alone anymore. A shallow well of shadow forms almost unconsciously behind him (they could be one of Lux's, now that people must know that he has stronger magic) and he turns towards where he thinks his visitor is.

Who's there?

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Why, a cripple out for a walk of course! PS: Is there any farm equipment nearby?

[mechanacet]

[Daniel's there, minding his own business, learning the lay of the land as it were. He's largely out her because he hasn't been out here before, and that was bugging him, so he's out here, finding out what's out here. Which, is apparently a boy he's never met with power over the shadows.

Cam immediately goes into full combat alert. His tiny greatsword almost materializing in his hands with the speed in which it is drawn and activated, the blade crackling with electricity which seems to come from nowhere. Daniel, in quite stark contrast, does not go into combat mode, at least, overtly. Instead, he just stands there, regarding Aaron with interest and leaning quite heavily on his cane, which appears to have rooted itself to the ground (The damn thing's reacting to Daniel's leaning on it and rooted itself. It's made from several think cables which almost appear to have grown together)] Um... I'm here. Were you expecting someone else?

[panspermia]

[Greg just needs some air, and some space. There's an awful lot of both out here, and in theory it will be nice far away from anyone in a bad mood, like back at the apartments. It just figures he'd find the exception.

At the sharp call, Greg's hands instantly go up, placating and empty.]

Hi! Sorry. Just passing through. Didn't mean to... uh.

[He's started apologizing on instinct, but as he speaks, a lot of things in front of him start registering. A distinctly unnatural dark behind the guy, for one. Another dark spot on his side, for another. Neither look good.]

You--oh man. You're hurt, do... do you need me to get help?