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he & they.
twenty—six.
august 9th.
saffron, kanto.
graysexual.
explorer.
rising star.
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alexander silph
pelastaa [ mission ]
POSTED ON Mar 12, 2019 10:12:54 GMT
gunfire clamors. feeble shells descending against the cement flooring in a deafening repetition. the threat of being subdued by simple weaponry has his nerves rattled in a state of sudden adrenaline. iz rears backwards, her finely lush coat smeared by the slightest of blood. the frantic pair are throttled backwards by the might of an iron tail and she takes quick regard of gallade in the opening. "crush the gun!" he shouts, the beast snagged by the sliver of a counter before her teeth sink into the metal. breaking into the object alongside the entangled hand. her left ear rings, all sound drowned out by the blast before throttling the rocket into the ground with a bitter growl. thankfully — her swiftness had been their relief. alex approaches his companion, taking note of the tear in her face. she was lucky, he thinks, relieved though slightly burdened for placing her in this situation. one gentle hand offers a momentary pat. "thank you," just as quickly, he rotates towards the captives, "we need to hurry," alex says to stone, supporting one dreary individual upon their feet, "if that gunfire was not a clear enough sign for trouble...i'm not sure what would bring them here." while the continuation is hasty, the guard for their well being glares down the still conscious threat. empty handed and groveling in pain. he begins moving — assuming the other will follow.
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