[ ko spits the water that clings to his lips out in hasty exhales when they burst to the top, finally able to wade through the thinning surface and can collect his feet on the lake's eventual shore (it takes some kicks, though). even if their clothes were drenched and heavy, he made sure to keep fucking walking, or better yet, run, until the water went from their necks to their chests to their shins. splashes pounce to the mud and grass, and once ko's knees can finally hit earth, he lets the other go from his piggy-back hold and rolls sideways onto the forest ground.
it's only now apparent that the torn fabric sticking to his stomach bleed with a deep black color that webbed and dripped like paint. in the light, it'd be red, having yet to feel the full impact of pain while adrenaline took the wheel of sensation. ]
Ko, hell, [ if he's heaving, it's because of the workout, and not because of the air, he had plenty, for one. man, the dude— the dude had the thing (helpful; he means the sickness). to help the sputtering from cain, ko claps his hand against his back. ] you okay?
[As soon as Cain lands on solid ground, he twists away, rolling across dirt until he's hunched over his own knees in a curl. His whole body is shaking. Feverish chills cut through him in waves, sick with the illness that has plagued him, nausea roiling in his gut. With a heave, he empties the contents of his stomach--just sour, clear bile and lake water, last meal he's had already several hours ago. The vines are still embedded in his flesh, but they appear to be wilted from the struggle if not completely gone.
His head aches. He can't seem to think clearly. The last few minutes of pure adrenaline and survival have briefly washed out whatever had hold of him, but he can feel it beginning to creep back in, like a dark shroud. Coughing violently, he can't yet respond to the boy next to him.]
Shit… something's… wrong…
[Cain manages an animalistic snarl before a rush of power courses through him, driven by his overactive gem, fists punching the ground in bursts of fire to leave scorched marks behind. In pained warning:]
[ the acrid fumes of vomit is easy enough to ignore with a lift of his head in the opposite direction, cradling his side and tipping his weight to and extending arm to stand. of course, ko intends to trek towards his new friend (yes, he thinks so already!) and offer some help in getting up himself, or at the very least with intention to place his hand on his back.
he startles backward from the flash of light more than the warning, but immediately brings both his heads up in harmless gesture; one shines clean with the wetness from the lake, the other is dirtied red. ]
S'alright, Hey! I'm the water one, [ he needs to focus and tries to with a purse of his lips, flitting his tongue over them and squeezing his eyes shut just a little harder. his manna, on the other hand, was beginning to wane, but he manage the rise of the droplets from their drenched bodies into the air for a straining few seconds— before they pelt the earth at once, like momentary rain. ] see? Water sizzles fire.
[ that's one way to put it, but he feel confident enough to approach and reassures it. ]
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it's only now apparent that the torn fabric sticking to his stomach bleed with a deep black color that webbed and dripped like paint. in the light, it'd be red, having yet to feel the full impact of pain while adrenaline took the wheel of sensation. ]
Ko, hell, [ if he's heaving, it's because of the workout, and not because of the air, he had plenty, for one. man, the dude— the dude had the thing (helpful; he means the sickness). to help the sputtering from cain, ko claps his hand against his back. ] you okay?
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His head aches. He can't seem to think clearly. The last few minutes of pure adrenaline and survival have briefly washed out whatever had hold of him, but he can feel it beginning to creep back in, like a dark shroud. Coughing violently, he can't yet respond to the boy next to him.]
Shit… something's… wrong…
[Cain manages an animalistic snarl before a rush of power courses through him, driven by his overactive gem, fists punching the ground in bursts of fire to leave scorched marks behind. In pained warning:]
Get the fuck away from me!
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he startles backward from the flash of light more than the warning, but immediately brings both his heads up in harmless gesture; one shines clean with the wetness from the lake, the other is dirtied red. ]
S'alright, Hey! I'm the water one, [ he needs to focus and tries to with a purse of his lips, flitting his tongue over them and squeezing his eyes shut just a little harder. his manna, on the other hand, was beginning to wane, but he manage the rise of the droplets from their drenched bodies into the air for a straining few seconds— before they pelt the earth at once, like momentary rain. ] see? Water sizzles fire.
[ that's one way to put it, but he feel confident enough to approach and reassures it. ]