Trish Da1ley

Trish Dailey ~~~~~~~~~~ • Mature themes & angst • Heavy canon divergent, M.V. • Writing • DMs allowed for Plotting & Rp • inFAMOUS - Good Karma route - Revival Au

@I0NICSTORM Rolling her sleeves up to show that while almost everything else was untouched, save for a few scars from the fall, her veins in her arms didn't look entirely right. Green movement laid below the skin. "So, let's put a pin in the self-battering, Cole, yeah? You're not at fault."

@I0NICSTORM Her thumbs smoothed over Cole's shoulders, an attempt to be comforting. As morbid as this situation may feel. She'd been dead, one way or another. "Besides. Everyone has their limits, Cole. And I- we're no exception to that. I... I'm sure you have questions." She moved her hands+

[ Starter for @EchoOfEC ]

this story is a tragedy because it didn't have to end this way.

@I0NICSTORM "I'm sorry I'm late." For so much, the fighting, what happened to their home, Empire City, being dead to the world for a near decade. Her eyes opened, settling on his. "It wasn't your fault. What happened- the fall, it wasn't your fault."

@I0NICSTORM "I'll need to check your heart rate but ah," Trish undid the cuff, setting it aside. "I.. I'm sorry, I didn't-" her eyes squeezed shut, "I don't know how to explain this but I, Cole," she was stammering, mind flitting back to when she found Zeke in Seattle. Sasha. +

@I0NICSTORM "I'll need to take your vitals before we can get to the nit and gritty," like clockwork, an arm cuff replaced the clipboard and pen, but she hesitated, bracing herself. She looked him over, eyes tearing up as reality slowly sat in. This wasn't a dream, was it?

@I0NICSTORM Her eyes landed on her patient, widening as she quickly shut the door behind her. "A.. an upset stomach. Mister," she blinked hard two times, was she really looking at Cole? There was a sense of panic before her posture straightened, and her tone smoothed over. +

Happy Valentine's Day!

@queenofreapers < You know I'll get there, Sasha. See you soon. >

@EchoOfEC < Don’t keep me waiting. I have your mug. >

@EchoOfEC < Come over. >

@queenofreapers < He'll be alright, ice and rest is what he'd need. >

@EchoOfEC < I know. > < My poor baby. > < Give him a look if you’d like. But he’s a stubborn one. >

@queenofreapers < Okay okay. I'll bring the creamer and sugar. Aw, did the tall guy sprain his ankle? That's rough. >

@EchoOfEC < The tall one walks funny. A hurt ankle, I believe. But no. > < Bring that fancy flavoring you use. I like the taste. >

// Kessler!!

-- 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧? ᴸᵉᵗ ᵍᵒ.

@sacerdxte "or start a church group. I kinda.. ran into those I'm friends with now. Kinda like how I ran into you!" Soft laughter leaves the woman, "But even I feel old. All we got is time though. All we got." Trish popped open some more boxes, fixing them up to be used for carrying.

@sacerdxte "Or to just see how intense some Seattlites get about Pool and darts. There's a book club that meets there sometimes, order a buncha Shirley temples and chat. Can find a friend, people watch, or hear karaoke." She listed off, shrugging at the last sentence. "Or I dunno start a--

@EchoOfEC Adjusting the legs of a foldable table when he recognizes a face across the tent. Luis slowly rises to his feet with a quiet grunt, then makes his way over. The priest politely waits for the woman to finish her conversation before making his presence known.