07-01-2017, 09:50 AM
Margot's paced was about matched with Will's as they made their hindered way up the alley to meet the under-slept and standoffish-looking Ned at its end. He with his punctured lung, she with a man heavier than herself being hauled largely on her back and shoulders (even though his feet did drag and trail behind). She took in the tale of what had occurred, and furrowed her brow while considering circumstances described, things observed on the news, and how that may associate with a Wielder who generated enough a backlash to do this much damage.
As they convened, the air seemed thicker and more difficult to breathe-- Margot was plenty familiar with it, but still pulled in a slow and intentional breath that filled her chest fully to adjust. As she came nearer, she turned her shoulder and back toward Ned in a clear request for help with Doc.
"What, the Paradox?" she asked Ned while the Doc started slipping toward the ground as a result of her legs starting to bow from weariness. "Or the Spirit? Can we do this in the car?"
As they convened, the air seemed thicker and more difficult to breathe-- Margot was plenty familiar with it, but still pulled in a slow and intentional breath that filled her chest fully to adjust. As she came nearer, she turned her shoulder and back toward Ned in a clear request for help with Doc.
"What, the Paradox?" she asked Ned while the Doc started slipping toward the ground as a result of her legs starting to bow from weariness. "Or the Spirit? Can we do this in the car?"