OPEN wizarding world rp

[Universe]

“Bullet through wing bullet through wing I’m down.”

 

[Asassinator]

“Oh no you aren’t, let me help.” And just before Rogue could do anything another bullet hit his chest, making him collapse on the floor. He yelled in pain and tried to heal himself, but that only made things worse, as the bullet started to dig into him. “OH MY GOD THIS HURTS SO BAD. These bullets aren’t normal ones, they’re special.”

 

[Universe]

“Tyll’a help we need help.”

 

[Universe]

The Creator walked over to Rogue and carefully removed the bullet. His helmet scanned the bullet “oh no! The bullets are made out of feral lead burns like acid.”

 

[Asassinator]

Rogue got back up, and looked at Aaron, “You ok with some pain?”

“Yes, but why?”

“Gonna need to switch for a bit.” He said and Aaron agreed. They switch bodies and Aaron was immediately in pain, but he tried not to scream, which made it hurt less.

Rogue then used more of his powers to heal both Aaron and the Creator, and it worked. “I think I’ll just be the medic this time.”

 

[Universe]

The Creator winced “Ow man that hurt.”

 

[Universe]

Suddenly The Creator gets zapped by a magical bolt of darkness. He yells in pain then collapses onto the ground. Then a whole bunch of enemies showed up to drag him away then the suit’s destress signal goes off over the two way radio.

 

[Universe]

(Um is anyone going to help him?)

 

[Asassinator]

(Ok)
“Creator, no!” Aaron shouted as he and Rogue ran towards the group of enemies and kills then with minimal difficulty.

 

[Universe]

The Creator is still unconscious

 

[Asassinator]

“Aaron, put him in a sitting position.” Aaron obeyed and once he did that, Rogue flew through him, waking the Creator up instantly.

 

[Universe]

The Creator coughed and gasped weakly “can’t breathe too much darkness.”

 

[Asassinator]

Rogue took a respirator fitted for dragons and gave it to Aaron, “Put it on him.” Aaron did that.

 

[Universe]

The Creator sucks in a deep breath of air thank you but I can not stand up. (He’s speaking telepathically)

 

[Asassinator]

“Do you need a wheelchair or something? I supposedly healed you back to perfect condition, but my powers might not work as well on your kind.”

 

[Universe]

I’m too weak to stand.

 

[Asassinator]

“I’ll help you with that.” Aaron lends the Creator a hand to get up, “You think we should go back first, or continue?”

 

[Universe]

I’m going to have to go back. The Creator takes Aaron’s hand.

 

[Asassinator]

“Ok, I’ll bring you back. Maybe call Draco to come and help. He’s the one with all the gadgets.” He said as he walked the Creator back to the infirmary.

 

[Universe]

I’ve never been hit by darkness in centuries.

 

[Asassinator]

“It’s fine. At least you’re still alive.” Aaron carried Creator onto a bed. “Tyll’a could you heal him up?”

 

[Universe]

The Creator shook so violently he spit the respirator out.

 

[Asassinator]

Aaron put it back swiftly, and held it in place, gently but firmly. “He’s gonna smack me across the room, isn’t he?”

 

[Universe]

The Creator smacks Aaron out of the room then starts to spasm violently.

 

[Asassinator]

Aaron tumbled down the hill but gets his fitting in place and stops himself from falling any further. “Just a few bruises, nothing serious.” He told himself as he walked back up, spitting blood along the way.