08-06-2019, 11:44 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]There was really no reason to be alarmed when Selby disappeared for a couple of days. Selby wasn't really the most extroverted type, it seemed, so it seemed reasonable that the medic spent most of his time working off on his own or tending patients; Red didn't know him well enough to have an idea of his schedule. The space he inhabited usually gave off something of a sterile energy. He wasn't sure how to describe it, but the place felt clean, fresh. Clairvoyance wasn't a word that came to mind when Red picked up these strange vibrations. It simply was another sense, like hearing or tasting, and the urge to identify it as abnormal did not cross him because he'd never bothered to ask about it. Selby became associated with that soft, blue-white shimmer in the air and the feeling of good health. Yet today, such was not the case.
It was the sickly aura that hung around his house that made Red feel somewhat uneasy. It was a dull ache, centered vaguely in his throat that felt like mild suffocation - like breathing pure pollution. Although every other rational sense was telling him to avoid this plagueish bubble that surrounded Selby's home, he approached all the same only because it told him that something was wrong. First Arrow, now this - and their only medic, too. He knocks on the door but hardly waits for an answer before he ducks in after Wormwood.
"Eugh, yikes." The first thing that hits him is the smell. It's repugnant, bitter - he swallows uncomfortably and decides it's probably best to stay by the door where the air is fresh. And then there's Selby, curled up weakly under a pile of blankets, and both the heat and malaise that radiate off his body are palpable. Red takes a step, and something awful squishes underfoot. He picks up a hoof and eyes it carefully, like he might as well have stepped in dog shit.
"Fuck's sake." It was everywhere, enough so that stepping in it was almost unavoidable. A nightmare, if you asked him - Selby wasn't one for cleaning up after himself, was he? Red backs out the door, shaking his head at the mere mention of being the only one to clean up all of... This. "Don't drag me into this. I'm out. I'll be back with water later, y'probably need it."
It was the sickly aura that hung around his house that made Red feel somewhat uneasy. It was a dull ache, centered vaguely in his throat that felt like mild suffocation - like breathing pure pollution. Although every other rational sense was telling him to avoid this plagueish bubble that surrounded Selby's home, he approached all the same only because it told him that something was wrong. First Arrow, now this - and their only medic, too. He knocks on the door but hardly waits for an answer before he ducks in after Wormwood.
"Eugh, yikes." The first thing that hits him is the smell. It's repugnant, bitter - he swallows uncomfortably and decides it's probably best to stay by the door where the air is fresh. And then there's Selby, curled up weakly under a pile of blankets, and both the heat and malaise that radiate off his body are palpable. Red takes a step, and something awful squishes underfoot. He picks up a hoof and eyes it carefully, like he might as well have stepped in dog shit.
"Fuck's sake." It was everywhere, enough so that stepping in it was almost unavoidable. A nightmare, if you asked him - Selby wasn't one for cleaning up after himself, was he? Red backs out the door, shaking his head at the mere mention of being the only one to clean up all of... This. "Don't drag me into this. I'm out. I'll be back with water later, y'probably need it."
[div style="text-align:center;font-size:10pt;line-height:9pt;color:black;font-weight:bold;font-family:verdana;"]IF YOUR FORTRESS IS UNDER SIEGE,
YOU CAN ALWAYS RUN TO ME
YOU CAN ALWAYS RUN TO ME