Post by jubakilaque on Jan 13, 2011 16:52:34 GMT -5
As the pirate suffered a mini crisis, life moved on without him. Dylan treated the woman, and seemed to converse silently with Zansatsu, which was always a little bit of a concern to Desmond, as conversing silently normally required the participants to speak aloud, something people normally only usually do when the content of their speech is for all ears. They could be talking about him.
Desmond, who was becoming a little bit of a livewire, busied himself in menial tasks while the other, more sophisticated, men in front of him made themselves loosely acquainted with the woman. Then Zansatsu suggested running away, more guards were approaching. Desmond swayed to the side a little, a tiny bit confused and worried and happy at the same time. Dylan's doctoring skills must have had some side-effects, as Desmond was feeling what some would consider to be "high". Dylan cracked a joke, something Desmond normally would have done.
What...the hell...is wrong...with me!?
As he ran behind the other three (keeping an eye out for pursuing guards was delegated to him), Desmond wondered if becoming so chummy with the doctor was a good idea after all. Weren't their movies about mad scientists? What if Dylan was one of those!? He would have to perform some digging. Keeping his head up, Desmond looked around again. The unified thud as legions of members of the Royal Guard of Lyneel rang out throughout the district, resonating along the streets, which had the effect of a microphone. It was deafening, and the situation was becoming more and more dire as the day progressed. The man with the epithet of "Monster" shook himself.
Focus...focus dammit!
"FOCUS!"
He shouted the last bit, which voiced his frustration. Sure, he was young, but he was a wanted head now - there was no time for babyish acts such as feeling under the weather. He had to be a man and rise above it. Desmond would continue, regardless of whether or not he was completely with us or not.
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