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It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn))

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1It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Empty It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Tue Mar 05, 2013 2:30 am

Bryan Loski

Bryan Loski

((I CAN'T FIND ANY SUBFORUM THAT WOULD MATCH WITH OUR PLOT -sobs- sowwy. T.T))

Bryan immediately turned around, just in time to catch the girl in his arms. He didn’t even think about Nephele when he did his illusion, and when he realized what he’d done to her, the image faded instantly. Breathing heavily, he felt dizzy. The last time he did that, it didn’t end so well either. And not making everything better, Ferdinand Loski cackled in return. “Told you.” He smirked faintly, looking back at the street.

With that, they drove in silence. Bryan’s father didn’t talk to him anymore; he just pay attention to the street, occasionally honking to strangers and hummed pointless songs. The illusionist kept hugging Nephele, sometimes patted her forehead and checked her temperature. Suddenly, Ferdinand spoke. “She is having a nightmare right now, I think.” He chuckled again, shaking his head. “Something that she experienced frequently, sadly.” If he wasn’t driving, Bryan probably had wrestled him to the ground, pounding the guy even though he didn’t have the strength. “Can’t you do something to stop it?” The boy snarled, worried about Nephele’s well-being. Sure, she might not be his girlfriend, but the feeling that he had for her was much like what he felt towards Hillary: a sibling relationship. Nephele was someone he would protect even with his life.

Apparently, Ferdinand knew what Bryan was thinking, and so he sneered. “She’s a loner.” He stated, spitting on the street through the window. “She will always be.” This made the illusionist glared at him. “People could change, Father.” He said the last word as a mockery, since he was never a father to Bryan. “I know I could.” He reminescened back to his first years, when he chosed to be invisible than socializing. When Ferdinand was about to open his mouth again, Bryan quickly snarled. “I know what I did was not much, but hey, at least I’ve changed.” His father laughed upon hearing what he said. “And you wished you want me to be the same.” He said, exactly saying what Bryan had on his mind, making the boy widened his eyes.

In a split second, Ferdinand suddenly stopped the vehicle and glared at Bryan, his face quickly matched the boy’s eyes with only inches away. “One, you don’t know me. You don’t know what I’ve done, you don’t know what my limits are. That’s my problem, and my responsibility. So no, I am not stopping. There’s too much at stake.” His eyes dimmed for a bit, but then it was back to serious mode. “Second, we’ve arrived.” He pointed at the large building on the left, complete with the concrete walls and barb wires on the top. Gulping, the illusionist slowly tapped on Nephele’s cheek, announcing they’re arrival. And severely scared on what they must do next.

“Nephele? We’re here.”

2It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Empty Re: It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Thu Mar 07, 2013 7:13 pm

Nephele Vaughn

Nephele Vaughn

((Hey, that's fine---I couldn't find one either. This'll do perfectly! Very Happy))
Running. She was running through the streets, trying to get away. From what, she did not know. Only that she had to keep running. All around her, chaos and panic ensued. A whistling sounded in her ears, and she dived to the side as a meteor hit the earth. She lay there, stunned, at what had happened.

From the burning crate emerged a figure. There was something menacing about it as it surveyed the area around with burning silver eyes; eyes that saw her. Suddenly she knew that this is what she had been running from, but it was too late; it had caught up to her. She scrambled to her feet, and tried to run away. However, she found herself turning around and walking towards the person. She tried to turn around and run, but she found that, no matter how hard she tried, she still walked towards the person.

"Isn't it beautiful?" the person asked. There was something scarily familiar about him. Nephele didn't reply. He-the person-moved so that she could get a profile look of his face. She gasped; it was Ferdinand Loski, Bryan's dad!
It all made sense. He had done this; he had caused the end of the world. That was why she was running, why she couldn't move, or run away. But as he turned to face her full on, the face changed, becoming younger, and more deadly looking, the silver in his eyes taking on a more youthful gleam.
"Come, do your part," Bryan Loski said. And then she took a step forward, her mouth curving into a wicked smile as she added in her part of the apocalypse.

“Nephele? We’re here.” A voice infiltrated her thoughts, pulling her out of darkness. She sat up quickly, at first a bit confused as to why she was in a car. Then it all came rushing back; the phone call, the coffee shop, the limo...the illusion. She couldn't help but glance at Bryan out of the corner of her eye.

As she did so, and image of him, silver eyes burning, against an equally burning landscape, filled her vision. She blinked hard to clear the image, unconsciously scooting a little father from Bryan. A few fragments of her dream still lingered in her mind, but she couldn't quite remember it. However, all thoughts concerning the dream were wiped from her mind as she laid eyes on the prison building. They were really going to do this. She would get to see her dad again.

Ferdinand Loski motioned for Nephele to get out of the car; she had a solo part. Of course, she would join up with the two later on, but it was up to her to get them in. She took a deep breath, and opened the door to get out of the car.

3It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Empty Re: It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Fri Mar 08, 2013 11:21 am

Thomas Ellis

Thomas Ellis

Bryan Loski wrote:((I CAN'T FIND ANY SUBFORUM THAT WOULD MATCH WITH OUR PLOT -sobs- sowwy. T.T))

((What, do you need a med center? I can make one, if you like.))

4It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Empty Re: It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Sat Mar 09, 2013 10:37 am

Nephele Vaughn

Nephele Vaughn

((Actually, we need a jail... XD))

5It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Empty Re: It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Sat Mar 09, 2013 5:27 pm

Thomas Ellis

Thomas Ellis

((Got it. give me just a moment))

((Edit: I made the jail. would you like me to move this topic to the jail?))

6It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Empty Re: It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Sun Mar 10, 2013 9:06 pm

Nephele Vaughn

Nephele Vaughn

((Yes please!!))

7It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Empty Re: It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Sun Mar 10, 2013 10:37 pm

Thomas Ellis

Thomas Ellis

((Ok, it's done. I'll stop spamming now.))

8It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Empty Re: It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Mon Mar 18, 2013 4:27 am

Bryan Loski

Bryan Loski

((Can I just say I love your nightmare? Sounds weird but I WUB IT OKAY. ^^))
Bryan wanted to know what Nephele was dreamed about, to be honest. She looked so distraught and scared when she opened her eyes. Just for this moment, the illusionist yearned for the ability to read people’s mind. Like what Hillary got. However, it got positive feedback as well as negative ones. The teachers at Sky High had to put her in the detention room (as known as the Neutral room as well) to prevent her from teaching. Not that she mind, of course. Bryan’s sister could do the school test with her eyes closed, since she was that smart. Bryan, however, was another matter entirely.

But back to the topic at hand, he was still curious about what was inside Nephele’s dream. He scooted closer, arms wrapping protectively over her tiny shoulder before he whispered. “What is it about? The nightmare?” But before she could answer, Ferdinand abruptly yanked her ffrom the seat. “You, shut up. She’s got a job to do.” Bryan wanted to snarl or bite his hand at least, but he couldn’t. Ferdinand always knew what he was thinking, and that’s why he was giving away a crooked smile now. “You don’t want to know her dream, son. Believe me. Though…” He cackled at the girl, tilting his chin up afterwards. “I would love for it to happen.”

Bryan instantly knew the dream was maturely horrible. “We’re not doing this.” He growled, hesitating. But his father’s eyes gleamed silver, showing that he was mad. “Oh yes you do. Because if you’re not doing it, I have you girlfriends’ number in speed dial.” He smirked, turning on his phone. The boy’s eyes shot fear, gulping afterwards. Then he had no choice but to move forwards, gently pushing Nephele as he glared at his father, didn’t know what to do except obey.

9It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Empty Re: It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Sun Mar 31, 2013 11:42 pm

Nephele Vaughn

Nephele Vaughn

Nephele was still unsettled by the remnants of the dream, though they came in random flashes that didn't make sense. The feeling of fear, a sense of running...images of Bryan and Ferdinand, eyes filled with fire... It didn't make sense. However, the feeling of fear that pulsed through her upon seeing Bryan told her that whatever her dream had been, Bryan's role in it hadn't been pleasant. It pained her, because she considered Bryan her best friend. What could she have dreamed that made a sense of fear rush through her upon seeing him?

She risked another glance over at him, and saw that he was looking at her curiously. “What is it about? The nightmare?” he asked, wrapping an arm protectively around her shoulder. More of the dream was starting to come back. A burning world; Bryan, reveling in the destruction; herself, adding her powers to apocalypse. She couldn't help but flinch at the contact, and as she looked up at him with fear-filled eyes, she knew that he would at least get an understanding about it. She only wished that he hadn't been in it. She was going to answer verbally, but Ferdinand stopped her.

“You, shut up. She’s got a job to do.” he growled. Bryan looked like he wanted to attack his father, but Ferdinand only smiled crookedly. “You don’t want to know her dream, son. Believe me. Though…” he cackled, and Nephele winced, another image of him from her dream coming in, “I would love for it to happen.” he continued. Nephele shrunk back into her seat, terrified of the possibility. His words brought back the full extent of her dream, and she cringed from it.

"No," she whispered. She saw that, from his father's comment, Bryan realized how horrible the dream had been.

"We're not doing this." he said defiantly, as if refusing would make the dream not come true. Ferdinand's eyes gleamed silver, showing his anger. He threatened Bryan with Alia, pulling out his phone. At that, Nephele knew it was hopeless to continue arguing: Bryan would do anything to keep Alia safe. He sighed and, glaring at his father the entire way, gently pushed Nephele out of the car. She went complacently, and then started to walk towards the jail's entrance. She stopped after a few steps though, and regardless of her dream, threw her arms around Bryan in a hug.

"Don't die," she whispered. She needed him to know that she didn't resent or fear him because of her dream. She needed a friend she could trust. She let go, and turned back around. She marched into the jail, swallowing a sob, head held high, albeit the soft quaver in her chin, not knowing if she would see through the next few hours.

10It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Empty Re: It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Wed Apr 03, 2013 5:53 am

Bryan Loski

Bryan Loski

Bryan gritted his teeth at his father, having trouble suppressing his thoughts that was creeping out. Negative ones to be honest. The illusionist was curious as to how his father could behave like this. What made him tick this way instead of being normal? What happened in his past? And how could he fall in love with his mother? As this thoughts swirled into his head, Bryan almost didn’t realize they’ve reached the security post. Two big guards glared at the three of them, waiting for an explanation.

“Sirs.” Suddenly Ferdinand’s voice became as smooth as silk. Bryan widened his eyes upon hearing this. Two-faced much? “I’m sorry. I’m just a mere driver, but these two… I believe they are the ones that has to meet someone. At least, one of them.” Then his eyes became devilish for a split second, piercing on Nephele’s figure. The boy didn’t know if the other shivered in fear, but he decided to chime in. “She needed to see her father, sir.” He tried his best to look poor and painful, hoping that the guards would take pity on him. Bryan even tried to manipulate their brain so they would believe his act.

Thankfully, it’s working. One of the guard sighed in return, forming a little smile on his pudgy face. “Sure, sure. But… What is her father’s name, may I ask?” Sadly, Bryan forget. So he turned to Nephele with a cautious look. “Go on.” He scooted her closer and pushed her gently, protecting but also encouraging her to speak. “Tell them your father’s name, Nephele. It’s okay.”

11It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Empty Re: It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Fri Apr 12, 2013 11:54 pm

Nephele Vaughn

Nephele Vaughn

Nephele's thoughts swirled around her head, raging like a whirlwind. They danced from one scenario to another, all ending not very happily, except, of course, for Ferdinand. But what ended happily for Ferdinand never ended happily for those on the 'good' side. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if she and Bryan would be persecuted at school for this. Could this ever end happily for us? Nephele wondered. Unfortunately, she already knew what the answer was: no, no it couldn't. One way or another, her father would be freed.

Before she knew it, they were approaching the security gate. She spared a glance at Bryan, who seemed to be coming back out of his own thoughts. She momentarily wondered what he had been thinking about, but was soon occupied with the two huge guards. They glared at the trio, awaiting an explanation as to why they dared to approach.

“Sirs.” The differences between his voice now and his voice before were night and day. Of course, she should have expected this; Ferdinand changed aliases as easily as slipping from one shirt to another. “I’m sorry. I’m just a mere driver, but these two… I believe they are the ones that has to meet someone. At least, one of them.” I'm-Innocent-And-Harmless the Driver said. For a split second, his eyes were their demonish selves, latching onto Nephele. She tried to repress a shudder, but it didn't work.

Luckily, Bryan chimed in at the right moment, saving her from the questioning glances of the security men. The look he gave them---pitiful and pleading---was so ridiculous and uncharacteristic that she almost laughed. Fortunately, the look was working on the guards. She also suspected that he was using his powers to help influence them. One of the men sighed, his pudgy lips forming a small smile.

“Sure, sure. But… What is her father’s name, may I ask?” Bryan hesitated, and looked at her. He pushed her forward, with a stance that was both protective and encouraging.

“Go on.” He scooted her closer and pushed her gently, protecting but also encouraging her to speak. “Tell them your father’s name, Nephele. It’s okay.” Nephele took a deep breath and stepped more forward on her own, putting on her pitiful face.

"My father is William Vaughn, sir," she said quietly, "and I haven't seen him in five years...it's his birthday today, sir, and I really want to see him." She looked up at the two officers, eyes huge and pleading. She knew that she could make herself look poor and pitiful if she wanted, and right then, she was putting on her full act. Perhaps Bryan or Ferdinand were working their powers on them, or maybe they really did feel bad for her, but for whatever the reason, they waved the group on through. Nephele exhaled in relief, but also in disappointment. Part One of their plan was complete.

"I go alone from here," she murmured, and walked towards the sign in area. She signed her name, and then the name of her father. The police man at the gate glanced at it, but it took him a moment to register who he was supposed to summon for. His eyes widened, but then suddenly acquired the blank look people did when Ferdinand was controlling them. He called for her father, arguing with the man on the other end, until finally hanging up, a satisfied smile on his face. Another police officer came out, and escorted her out of the room. She was led down, down, down, to a small meeting room. She sat down on the chair in front of the glass, staring at the blank wall on the other side.

After a few moments, a person emerged from the door on the other end. She sat on one side of the glass...and her father sat on the other.

12It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Empty Re: It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Mon May 06, 2013 4:52 am

Bryan Loski

Bryan Loski

Bryan had to admit, Nephele was quite good at this acting thing. Even better than the illusionist himself, even though his expertise was to manipulate people with his mind. The mist girl did that with only her expression. Maybe now he must learn from her instead. However, the glum feeling in the room dampened his curiosity on how to win people’s attention, replacing it with a mild anger. Bryan almost objected when Nephele said she would be going alone, but Ferdinand hold his arms, placing the boy beside him and growled inside his mind.

Just because you can read my mind doesn’t mean you have to do it all the time, the illusionist growled back, glaring at his so-called father. Ferdinand only smirked in return. I do it because I can, son. Deal with it. The guards were a bit confused as to why these two men only glared at each other dangerously, but they were too busy escorting Nephele inside afterwards. Since they were left alone, Bryan sat in an empty chair while Ferdinand did the same, adjusting his driver’s cap to maintain his posture and disguise. Several guards still stand nearby, so they couldn’t talk much. Even though the boy was anxious to say something. So they used their powers instead.

What is your intention?, his voice rang loud and clear inside his father’s head, full of pure curiosity though he knew it would never end good. Ferdinand smiled crookedly in return, tilting his chin up as he gazed at his son. Not something that you could handle, he muttered arrogantly inside Bryan’s mind. I don’t just go and tell people what I do, especially telling you. I’m not the typical villain you see in the movies, son. Besides... For a moment, Ferdinand’s power were cut when a guard nodding politely at them both, forcing the father and the son to do the same. After he left, Ferdinand leaned closer and finished his sentence with a whisper.

“Where’s the fun in knowing? Guessing is much more of a game.”

Gulping his fear, Bryan tried not to shake as they wait for Nephele to come out. He could only hope that this won’t take long. And with no causalities whatsoever. But his hopes usually went the other way…

13It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Empty Re: It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Tue May 14, 2013 7:47 pm

Nephele Vaughn

Nephele Vaughn

((Sorry that this took so long!! I've had a really busy week with the end of school coming up))

Nothing could have prepared her for the rush of emotions she felt at seeing her father again. The moment that he faced her, every thought left her mind. She stared at him, scrutinizing his face, noting how slim it had become. Her father had never been large, but right before he was arrested he had become a bit chubbier. Now though, his arms were muscled and his prison-suit tight across his chest. He truly looked the part of the villain. Their eyes met, hers an ice-blue silver, his a dark stormy gray. She could think of nothing to say. All at once she was overjoyed, frightened, shy, and angry. Nephele didn't know which emotion to show first, so she showed none. Keeping her face perfectly blank, Nephele spoke to her father for the first time in five years.

"Hi daddy." What the-? she thought. I haven't called him 'daddy' since I was one or two! Apparently, her father was just as surprised as she was. His eyes widened a little, and an emotion flashed across his eyes. However, it was gone too quickly for Nephele to identify. His face was back to stone; like father, like daughter. As she opened her mouth to speak again, a million things to say bubbled to her lips. Why did you get caught? How could you leave me? Why are you such a horrible father? Do you know that I go to Sky High now? Ferdinand Loski is back, and I met his son, Bryan. Have you missed me? Do you even care that you've been in jail for five years, that they haven't let me see you? She almost blurted out the last one, but checked herself just in time. Instead, she decided on a different path altogether. "My adoptive parents don't know who you are," she said. "And they spoil me; I get everything I want, and things I don't want. I have a large room in a two story house, and it's pink and frilly; a teenage girl's dream room." She watched her father carefully as she talked, searching for some kind of reaction. His lips twitched into a smirk when she mentioned her room; he, at least, knew that wasn't her.

"Sounds like you've been enjoying these past few years," William Vaughn said. Nephele couldn't stop the feeling of comfort that washed over her upon hearing her father's voice. You idiot! She wanted to scream at herself. This man beat you! He belitted you! He tortured you! And you still find comfort in his presence? Still though, her thoughts did nothing to change her feelings. She was like the loyal dog that kept coming back, even after it's master kicked it; forever hated, but forever loving.

"How could I enjoy living a lie?" she asked. It was a rhetorical question, one that hung in the air. Her father stared at her, and she stared back. Finally, she went back on script. "I met a new friend, and I'd really like for you to meet him." Her father smirked, his eyes alight with planning. She knew the message had gotten through. She signaled the to guards that they were done, and they stepped forward to take her father away. Just before he was marched out of the room, he paused.

"Nephele, the answer is yes. Every day." And with that, he was gone. More guards escorted her out, her head spinning. The answer to what? To one of her unspoken questions? She was so lost in thought that she almost forgot the next part. Suddenly she remembered, and turned to the guard. She pointed at the upcoming sign for the restroom, and smiled apologetically. The guard grunted and shooed her towards it.

Once inside, she locked the door behind her. She stood near the vent in the ceiling, and concentrated. There was a kitchen, not too far, and something was burning. She summoned the smoke to her, and it came, like a dog called with a whistle. It whirled around her, caressing her, whispering in a language only she could understand. She pointed at the smoke detector, and the smoke slithered down her arm towards her outstretched hand. It curled off of her finger, floating up to the ceiling. There was a moment of quiet, and then the whole jail filled with the blaring sound of the smoke alarm.

14It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Empty Re: It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Thu May 30, 2013 11:25 am

Bryan Loski

Bryan Loski

Silence hung in the air as Bryan decided not to talk anymore with his father. If one would want to look closer, both of them were not that different. Ferdinand and his son were too stubborn to admit, plus they rather hold it inside than speak it aloud. Yes, the evil, super-villain dad was quite superficial with how he expressed himself but Bryan was not far behind. The illusionist tends to implode, not explode: but the danger was the same. Glancing to the side, he found Ferdinand whistling while twirling his driver cap with his index finger, smirking to nothing as if he was thinking something. It was not fair that he could that to Bryan but not the other way around, but then again nothing was fair in this life. Especially when you’re a hero.

And just like on cue, the fake driver straightened his back, a suppressed smile danced on his face. “Show time.” He whispered with a deadly tone, and Bryan didn’t need his father’s ability to figure out what happened next. A buldge of smoke appeared out of nowhere, causing the illusionist to cough and teared up. “Ferdinand!” He tried to call, both with his voice and mind, but the villain didn’t answer. And since he was immune to Bryan’s ability, he couldn’t sense where Ferdinand were. “Dad!” It was his last attempt, and after that… He searched for Nephele.

For goodness’ sake, he got her into this mess. And now he would get her out. Ferdinand might already rescue his partner in crime and let them both to rot in the mist, but Bryan wouldn’t let that happen. His hands were scraping the wall and his feet were dragged as he walked further, still coughing and splurting as his weapon of choice-his mind- scanned through the area. In rare times, Bryan could do just that. He found Nephele in the toilet, but somehow the door was locked. Or was it? “Nephele!?” He yelled, banging hard with his first.“Nephele, are you there? Answer me!” But then again, there’s several doors inside the toilet. If the girl didn’t answer, Bryan was afraid that there wouldn’t be enough time.

“NEPHELE! Answer me!”

15It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Empty Re: It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Mon Jun 03, 2013 10:41 am

Nephele Vaughn

Nephele Vaughn

The moment that the alarms went off, Nephele went to the door of the bathroom. She pushed against it, but to her surprise and horror found it locked. Of course, she thought, this is a jail. The moment any kind of alarm goes off, they would lock all the doors. She told herself not to panic, and tried to think of a way to get out. No one else was in the bathroom, and as she listened at the door, she couldn't hear anyone coming. She didn't want to ruin her voice, and since she couldn't hear anyone, she thought it pointless to yell.

Instead, she tried to find a way out. The first thing she looked for was an air duct, or something of the like. In all of the movies, that was how the hero or heroine escaped. However, the jail-builders apparently weren't fans, because the largest air duct was only big enough for one arm. After she was sure that she had checked the whole bathroom for air ducts, she again listened at the door. Again, there wasn't anyone that she could hear, so she went to look for other ways.

Staying in was not an option. Police would find that the prisoner visited was the one who escaped. They would suspect her, and probably Bryan too. She had to get out. She again checked for windows, and again found nothing. It seemed that the builders had thought of everything. Frantically now, for Ferdinand must have been executing his plan by then, Nephele searched the bathroom for anything, anything!, that she could use to escape. So engrossed was she in her search that she didn't hear Bryan's first call, nor his second. Finally, though, she heard him. “NEPHELE! Answer me!” Nephele gave a cry of relief, and ran over to the door.

"Bryan? Is that you?" Of course it's him, who else would it be? Nephele chastised. "Bryan, the door is locked from the inside! Is there any way that you can open the door?" she asked. She then glanced up at the ceiling, where a thick cloud of smoke blotted out the top half of the room; however, as a side-effect of her powers, smoke inhalation was something she would never have to worry about. Still, she worried about what the smoke was like on the other side of the door.

16It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Empty Re: It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Fri Jun 21, 2013 1:33 am

Bryan Loski

Bryan Loski

Oh, thank goodness. So Nephele was in there after all. Bryan’s instincts didn’t betray him, and with that he tried with all of his strength to burst in. But being the small boy that he is, he couldn’t. The girl’s plead tore him apart, and so did the fog. Goodness gracious, the fog. “Nephele! Make it go away! The fumes!” He exclaimed as the blonde coughed away, pacing towards the nearest window to inhale some fresh air. This is hard. But then again, escaping is always hard, no matter what.
 
To think about it,  Bryan was never in this situation. His father was gone too long ago, that he never faced his wrath except his disappointment, if that could be count as a wrath. But his sister, on the other hand…  Hillary had been beaten when she’s little, because Ferdinand hated the fact that he has kids. The illusionist never understood that reason, but the villain never wanted kids. Thankfully, Bryan could avoid the torture. The bad news was, he didn’t know how to escape from anything. He just knew how to avoid.
 
Curses rang through his head like never before, legs stomping on the floor since he couldn’t see straight. Bryan even stumbled on several sinks until he reached something long and light; a broom? No, that won’t do. It would snap the moment he hit in towards the door. Beside it, there’s a pail and a mop. Those won’t do either. For the love of- Wasn’t there anything solid in this room!? The boy growled in frustration when he kicked something else; a trash can. The metal one. Oh, now this…
 

The item was quite heavy when Bryan lifted it, so it would be a perfect tool to break down a simple plastic door. His feet almost gave out since the boy never worked out, but he held his stomach in and inhaled, trying to erase the fuzziness in his head. When he blinked, his eyes were blazing with determination. “Nephele! Move back!” After a few beats, he strike the door in one swift move, causing the lock to shatter. “Nephele!” Bryan called again, still coughing a little. “Are you okay?”

17It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Empty Re: It Is Time ((Nephele Vaughn)) Mon Jun 24, 2013 3:58 am

Nephele Vaughn

Nephele Vaughn

Nephele was now getting frantic.  The smoke get pouring in--maybe Ferdinand really had started a fire somewhere--and though that wasn't a problem for her, she kept worrying about Bryan.  In all of the films and shows that she had watched, smoke inhalation was always what killed the person.  They passed out from not being able to breath, and their bodies were devoured by fire.  In this case, there probably wasn't a fire, unless Ferdinand or her own father had started one, but smoke could still knock Bryan unconscious.  Though Bryan wasn't a large boy, Nephele was very petite and wouldn't be able to carry him out if he did fall unconscious. 

“Nephele! Make it go away! The fumes!” Bryan cried, coughing.  It tore at Nephele's heart, for unless she could see him to direct away the smoke, she couldn't do anything for him.  She let out a muffled sob, knowing that she couldn't help him and thinking that if he died it would be all her fault.  She would be the cause of yet another death.  Though her father didn't know it, Nephele blamed herself for her mother's death.  After all, if Nephele hadn't been born, her mother wouldn't have gotten sick, and she wouldn't have died.  Therefore, in Nephele's mind, it was her own fault.  And she couldn't live with another death.  Not again.

When Bryan went away from the door, Nephele strained to hear any sound from him.  Besides the occasional cough, though, she heard nothing.  And it scared her.  She wanted to call out his name, but if he were hiding from anyone coming down the corridor, she would blow his cover.  So she stayed quiet.  After a few agonizing minutes where Nephele imagined every possibility where Bryan could die, she finally heard him coming back.  At his request, she moved away from the door, and heard him banging on it.  The lock shattered, and she ran forward.  She threw open the door and ran to Bryan, throwing her arms around him. 

At her touch, the smoke and fog around them cleared, giving Bryan clean air to breath.  It wasn't until she felt something wet on her cheek did she realize that she was crying.  She backed out of her hug, still keeping one hand tightly latched to Bryan's wrist for two reasons; one, because with her touching him the smoke would stay clear of his head, and two, because she didn't want to even have the possibility of them getting separated again.  That had already happened once, and if they wanted to get out of that jail alive, it couldn't happen again.

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