Outcasts RP

"Sounds fantastic, let's get started on that." he grinned.

Gen stayed silent as she followed, full of worry and concern. She just got him back and she refused to loose him again.

Alaric looked at Mercy when he was ready, "Let's head out."

"Let's home this goes better than the last time we tried to rescue him." Mercy murmured, following Alaric out.

Alaric looked at her curiously, unsure whether to question what she said, "It'll go well, we've got others with us." he assured.

"I hope so." Mercy said earnestly, trying to banish the memories.

(Back. Sorry. Dinner then I took a shower.)

Isabella looked around and nodded in satisfaction. "Good. He was probably grabbed on the way to meet Israel, so we'll head down Fleet Street." She swallowed her worry and fear, putting on her brave face. "Everyone ready?"

((It's chill.))

Alaric looked at her sadly and brought her out to the others. He looked over at Isabella and nodded, "Lead the way."

Mercy followed quietly, losing herself in her thoughts despite her efforts to clear her head.

She nodded once. Scott came alongside her, hand on her shoulder. Isabella smiled up at him before heading down the ladder. "Let's go get him."

Levi flickered in and out of consciousness. His vision blurred and dimmed. He couldn't move his arms without screaming.

Gen followed after them, hiding away her concern and worry. She ran her finger over her ring idly.
Alaric kept his hand on his bow as her walked alongside Mercy.

Mercy looked at the ground as they walked, still shoving away memories of the ill fated rescue attempt that ended with Levi's disappearance and Ben's death.

Isabella broke the tree line with Israel and Scott right on her heels. "Scott, I want you to take Alaric and Mercy and search the right side of the street. I'll take Israel and Gen. Whistle if you find anything." She pulled her knives, taking a right and headed down Fleet Street.

"As you command," Alaric shrugged and headed over towards Scott.
Gen looked at Isabella, but didn't say anything. She kept her hand on the holster at her side.

Mercy followed behind Alaric, hand resting on her gun. Shaking her head, she watched her surroundings.

Scott kept to the shadows. If Levi escaped, that's where he'd be. He slipped into an alley, searching for signs of a struggle, any evidence Levi might've left behind.

Levi lifted his head slowly. He groaned, resting it against the dirty wall behind him. The smell of blood was drawing the stray dogs.

Alaric followed behind him, keeping on alert for any sign of Levi.

Gen walked alongside Israel, scanning the area, she looked into the shadows for Levi, or any clue to where he was.

Mercy followed, her eyes sweeping through every hiding place she could spot.

"Isabella, I'm going to check the place we were supposed to meet and work backwards."
"Alright. I'll check the allies on this side. Gen, you can stay with one of us or look on your own. Whatever you want."
Israel jogged ahead, scanning the darkest shadows along the way.

Levi perked up, hearing footsteps. "Here!" he yelled as loud as he could. Unfortunately, it was no louder than his speaking voice.

"I'll go solo." Gen said, heading down the opposite allies. She continued to walk, listening for Levi's voice.

"How hard can it be to find one guy." Alaric sighed.

"Very hard." Mercy murmured

"When it's Levi who has been trained how to hide, it might take a while," Scott said over his shoulder.

Israel reached the meeting point and started backwards. "Come on, Levi. Make a sound."
"I did," he grumbled hoarsely from the darkness of an alley.
"Levi?" Israel called, relieved. He dropped down next to him, feeling for injuries. He couldn't see well in the gloom. Sticky, warm blood coated his fingers. "Good God, what happened?" He whistled loud and shrill. "Guys! He's over here." He bunched up Levi's ruined shirt and pressed it against his shredded chest.

"He could be the master of hide and seek at this rate." he joked lightly.

Gen ran towards Israel's voice and stopped when she faintly saw the two. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice full of concern as she knelt down next to the two.

"Probably not a good time Alaric." Mercy muttered

Scott chuckled before sobering at the yell. "They found him. Come on!"

"No, he's not," Israel murmured rapidly. "It's amazing that you're still conscious." The metallic stench of blood was beginning to leave a bad taste in his mouth.
Isabella skidded on her knees, stopping between Gen and Israel. "Thank God you're alive."
"Barely," Levi grunted.
Israel wrapped an arm around Levi. "We need to get you up."
"If I scream in your ear, I apologize."

Mercy hurried down the street after Scott. anxious to see if Levi was okay.

Alaric nodded and followed after him, a bit relieved that he was found.

Gen could smell the blood and it made her stomach sick. She was almost afraid to see the wounds.