Death and Rebirth: Roleplay with TheNovaSwag #2

Chapter 20

N:   "Òrail, don't go," Scotland called out, standing up when he saw her go, and he walked towards her, "please, don't mind Saxon here, he doesn't know when to be quiet, along with his son," which got a grumble from Saxon.

The Scot walked up to her, reaching for her shoulder so she wouldn't go further, and slowly turned her around, "How could you base your whole view of us on one man? Yes, you may hurt us, but you barely scraped the surface of who we are." His teal eyes looked into hers, "did I not give you food? I don't treat my enemies kindly, but I don't see you as one. And you are yet to see my Ma, she's in London right now and I'm sure that she would love to see you again. She's not due to come for four days, but in that time I hope your impression of us would change."

"And if you go, we will never see you again, as well as Mandoria," Anglo added, "and to bring us back to reality, you are in no condition to go back and live on the bare minimum. At least stay until you are fully healed."

"Please," Scotland begged, "just don't go."

M:   Esha looked down at Scotland, she being slightly taller than him, her eye fading between colors as she didn't know what to feel or do.

"Wouldn't you like to officially meet Mandoria too," Rowen added, trying to help convince her to stay, "he was hurt yesterday but will wake up, surely it would be nice to at least talk to another Eternal after so long, right."

"He's not-," she started, but hesitated for a second before continuing, "he was born at our destruction, I doubt he would know anything about us." 

"Well, there's only one way to find out," Rowen insisted. A moment of silence fell as Esha thought about everything, still having conflicting emotions about what to do.

"Fine, I'll stay, for now," she relented, "but don't expect me to do things like you do, I'm too old to change to civil after millennials in the wilds.

N:   "That's fine," Anglo replied, "just tell us when you are uncomfortable, but," he pointed at her bed, "you need to rest now."

The winged country then turned to Saxon and frowned, "And as for you, do something productive. Continue in whatever search you were doing for Mandoria."

"Fine," Saxon huffed, glancing back at Esha before leaving, and while he did, BE passed by him, confused to see him there. Once he had left, the empire wasn't sure about what happened, but he ignored it for the time being as he walked over to Rowen, a prototype leg in his hand.

"Try this out," he said, handing over the prosthetic for the Mandorian to try, "I just need to finalize the form before I add anything on." The leg was a simple design, but there was a gap between just underneath the ankle and the heel, and the material used allowed extra bounciness in one's step, along with the bottom of the foot made to avoid any sliding when worn without a shoe. Along with a strap that connects with the rest of the leg, so Rowen could remove the leg with a locking mechanism, the Brit tried to make it as natural feeling as possible.

M:   Rowen took the leg and inspected it, he was impressed with the new joint design and satisfied that it was still simple enough to pass as a real leg when concealed by clothing. He pulled up a chair and sat down to strap it on, he was quite happy with the light padding on the inside to make it more comfortable.

"Not bad, it's quite comfortable," he said, "I'm a little worried about the springiness, I've never really worn something that bounced back but there's a first time for everything, right."