04-13-2021, 08:05 PM
There was not much time to react at all. Had he been straight sober, Jude might have had more control over that reaction, instinctual as it was, but drunk and panicked and already nervous, everything was automatic. The car crunched; the crumpling aluminum absorbed some of the speed, then sent the rest rippling through the vehicle. Jude's body was in line to absorb some of it, but that magic, those instincts, divert the force. The passenger side windows shatter; the inside of the door warps, the handle bending, the curves of the interior compressing and distorting. Naturally, when the stillness settled, it was impossible to open.
Jude had no fear for his own life. He did not think to check for any broken bones. He wasn't even particularly concerned for Near's life -- Near who didn't seem to relish living very much anyways, so what did it matter? He did, however, fear capture. The fear he had been concealing beneath his drunken sidewaysness exploded outwards now, as he shoved at Near with both hands, trying to push him out of the car.
"What the fuck did you just do?! We are so fucking fucked!" Jude sounded the most normal he ever had. For once he was freaking out about something that was visible, and apparently proportional. It was a pity his next line immediately contradicted such an appearance. "Oh, they're definitely going to find us now. Fucking fuck." Fucking Near. Fucking moron. Jesus Christ, didn't believe in magic but spooked over a big of fog.
Jude had no fear for his own life. He did not think to check for any broken bones. He wasn't even particularly concerned for Near's life -- Near who didn't seem to relish living very much anyways, so what did it matter? He did, however, fear capture. The fear he had been concealing beneath his drunken sidewaysness exploded outwards now, as he shoved at Near with both hands, trying to push him out of the car.
"What the fuck did you just do?! We are so fucking fucked!" Jude sounded the most normal he ever had. For once he was freaking out about something that was visible, and apparently proportional. It was a pity his next line immediately contradicted such an appearance. "Oh, they're definitely going to find us now. Fucking fuck." Fucking Near. Fucking moron. Jesus Christ, didn't believe in magic but spooked over a big of fog.