[open] CHRISTIAN BALE IS RUNNING FROM POLICEMEN ON YOUR STREET.

[rorosa]

Date & Time: backdated all the way back to 07/12
Location: ALL OVER THE GODDAMN CITY.
Characters: Corosa Nyem (rorosa), any unfortunate soul he may run into on the way
Summary: Corosa arrives in Exsilium and realizes that he has been pulled INTO A BUILDING. AND THAT'S TERRIBLE. He immediately proceeds scream a lot and jump out the window to flee the city. HE MAY RUN RIGHT INTO YOU.
Warnings: idk he might shoot you too

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[ OH COROSA IS SO OUT OF HERE.

Luckily for him, the window he'd escaped out of had been at ground-level. He'd hit the ground running. He's still running now, panting for breath, boots hitting hard and heavy against the pavement. Shoving past other pedestrians, through groups, across streets and, once, over the hood of a vehicle. (He may have bowled right over a small child a couple blocks back. Corosa kinda felt bad about that one, but not bad enough to stop and apologize. Oh well.)

He's drawn his gun, too, just... in case? Right. Just in case. ]

Comments

[hardbody]

[well, that, and he's hoping you'll calm down enough to talk rationally once you're not in a populated area! Zel follows after him 'til they reach the first lines of trees.]

Feeling better yet?

[rorosa]

[ Corosa almost runs into a tree, on purpose. He's just that glad to see some greenery.

But he manages to slow himself down so that he doesn't crash in headfirst, instead coming to a gentle halt with his shoulder leaning up against the tree. He pauses just long enough to draw breath, and listen to Zel. Unfortunately, he glances behind in the process, and sees the city still looming behind him. Still too close to comfort.

Corosa makes eye contact with Zelgadis. ]

How are you not hurt? [ The question is asked with a note of hysteria in his voice. He picks himself off the tree immediately afterwards and presses onwards, stumbling forwards. ]

[hardbody]

[deep, healing breaths, Corosa! Zel's expression and tone are bitterly wry.]

My body is specially made.

[rorosa]

[ Corosa keeps moving quickly, weaving through trees, dodging branches and roots along his way. He continues to cast glances behind him as he goes, but after a while it's not the city he's looking for -- it's Zel. Who, at this point, Corosa half-wants to get away from.

He'd shot the man... and the bullet had ricocheted off. Not because of armor.

Corosa finally stops walking to turn and face Zel. He doesn't raise his gun, but his trigger finger still itches. ]

What are you?

[hardbody]

[they're well into the forest now, so Zel decides not to waste any more energy. He comes down to the ground and begins to walk, albeit at an unhurried pace; if Corosa wants to lose him, he can.]

Under a spell. My body is a chimera--part rock, part human, part demon. [he gestures to the stones encrusting his face.] My name is Zelgadis.

[rorosa]

[ Corosa watches Zelgadis walk, and goes after him, though he's careful to keep his distance. Chimera, chimera.... huh. Zel doesn't look like a chimera. Not the sort that Corosa knows, anyway. ]

I didn't know that could happen. [ Corosa continues to stare after Zelgadis, curious and wary. But still too out-of-his-mind to think too deeply on this. ]

[hardbody]

[definitely not the quite the same! Zel shrugs.]

Maybe it can't, where you're from. It's not all that common back home, either. But the man who cursed me to look like this was a powerful sorcerer.

[rorosa]

You were human once, though? [ Asked sharply. Corosa's suspicious, and uncomfortable. Demihumans have always made him uncomfortable. Neither human nor monster, always given him pause before firing the fatal shot....

He looks back for the city but by now, it's far enough behind that he can't see it through the trees That, at least, gives him cause for relief. ]

[hardbody]

I still am human. [he groans in exasperation. At least this fella is relaxing a little.] It's just that my body isn't. I've been looking for a cure ever since it happened.

[rorosa]

Hmm. [ Corosa scowls. 'Still human' -- he doesn't buy that entirely.

But, on the other hand, Zelgadis hadn't been lying about the way out of the city. And he hasn't attacked Corosa yet. Despite the fact that Corosa had attacked him.

That thought mellows him a bit. Corosa breathes in, then finally pauses to reholster his gun. ]

...Have you had any luck finding one?