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[He's so glad to see her come to him, like the guilt that she must be feeling isn't stopping her from seeking him out. Scott was worried about that for a second, but as she pulls the chair over to his side, he knows he worried for nothing.
Even though he hurts nearly everywhere, it doesn't stop Scott from curling his fingers into hers. At least he can move his fingers, right? Orpheus missed that part of him. And now he can fully reassure himself that she truly is warm once more, the metal skin that overtook her form fully gone. He wants to keep this close as much as possible and he likes to think that it's healing him better than any healing spell or medicine. Maybe if he keeps holding her hand, she won't transform either.
His grip feels the same as ever, though there's a shaky edge to it, a tremor he's unable to fully hide because of his recent trauma.
He's pushing it back. He can do it. He wants her to be here and reassure Kotone like all the other times she supported him. When Phoenix took over him-- the other him and killed Ryoji. She didn't pull away even though she was so upset. The least he can do is provide that same comfort, even if he's recovering on this bed.]
I just want you here. [By his side. He doesn't care about water or food right now, even though he probably needs it. Honestly he can only really think about the distraught girl next to, bypassing any bodily need that would normally tell him that he's hungry or thirsty. He just wants her.
The apology is expected and he's about to reassure her, but she's ducking her head, not meeting his eyes, and.]
...Kotone? [He starts, throat a little dry and raspy. Scott wants to tilt his body towards her, but he ends up just cringing in pain.] Look at me.
Even though he hurts nearly everywhere, it doesn't stop Scott from curling his fingers into hers. At least he can move his fingers, right? Orpheus missed that part of him. And now he can fully reassure himself that she truly is warm once more, the metal skin that overtook her form fully gone. He wants to keep this close as much as possible and he likes to think that it's healing him better than any healing spell or medicine. Maybe if he keeps holding her hand, she won't transform either.
His grip feels the same as ever, though there's a shaky edge to it, a tremor he's unable to fully hide because of his recent trauma.
He's pushing it back. He can do it. He wants her to be here and reassure Kotone like all the other times she supported him. When Phoenix took over him-- the other him and killed Ryoji. She didn't pull away even though she was so upset. The least he can do is provide that same comfort, even if he's recovering on this bed.]
I just want you here. [By his side. He doesn't care about water or food right now, even though he probably needs it. Honestly he can only really think about the distraught girl next to, bypassing any bodily need that would normally tell him that he's hungry or thirsty. He just wants her.
The apology is expected and he's about to reassure her, but she's ducking her head, not meeting his eyes, and.]
...Kotone? [He starts, throat a little dry and raspy. Scott wants to tilt his body towards her, but he ends up just cringing in pain.] Look at me.
[ She misses Joel. The people here are nice, and she likes them. By all rights, she should have felt some sense of community or some shit by now, being surrounded like this. Instead, it's been lonely.
At least he doesn't have to see this. It's a small, small mercy. ]
Don't be. Doing-- doing me a favor. Finally my turn.
[ Every words hurts to get out, but she has to. She's been on the other side of this, and it never, ever gets easier. The fragmented sentences are all she has left in her.
With a yelp she curls in on herself again, hands twitching as she fights for control of her own body. ]
Shit sucks.
At least he doesn't have to see this. It's a small, small mercy. ]
Don't be. Doing-- doing me a favor. Finally my turn.
[ Every words hurts to get out, but she has to. She's been on the other side of this, and it never, ever gets easier. The fragmented sentences are all she has left in her.
With a yelp she curls in on herself again, hands twitching as she fights for control of her own body. ]
Shit sucks.
[ Hiei's nose scrunches a little as Kurama gives him that indication to back off, but follows the silent instruction. In his human form, Kurama is always the one to initiate touch, and though the fire demon may be classic and complain about it nearly every single time, he's annoyed by his attempts at touch being more often than not rebuffed at the moment.
Later, when there is less to fuss about, he'll have to ask Kurama's forgiveness for this entire mess with the Jagan. He'd never had a chance to expressly ask his permission, after all.
Poor Scott with no knowledge of the Jagan asks what would seem obvious, and Hiei turns with a scowl. Perish the thought that he's never explained what he was doing or how the Jagan works, of course - ]
No. His mind is his own. The Jagan makes it easier for me to soothe him when this form takes over a bit too much and makes him restless, and we can communicate through it. [ Though, judging by the smoke around them, Hiei's going to make an educated guess. ]
Right now, he is trying to wind down this form and reel control back in.
The volatile moods come and go at random for the most part. I am assisting in keeping him calm because none of us will want to deal with all the guilty sighing after it's all said and done.
[She squeezes his hand gently in response to that tremor she could feel, as if somehow that little gesture could be reassurance. Her own hand is shaking a little, too, from anxious nerves and guilt, the fading adrenaline of having Phoenix turn on her stopping her from controlling that for Scott's sake.]
Okay, [she agrees softly, even though she will be getting him some water very shortly if his voice is really that raspy. She can start by just making sure she's there for him, whether Phoenix wants her there or not. Her thumb rubs the back of his hand gently, again in a gesture meant more for herself than for him as she takes a deep breath. She just wants to close her eyes and pretend that Scott's not hurt, but Yu and Yosuke had taught her that nothing good ever comes from doing that, right? So...
Another deep breath, and she steels herself, looking up to meet his eyes with uncertainty written all over her face.] Yeah?
Okay, [she agrees softly, even though she will be getting him some water very shortly if his voice is really that raspy. She can start by just making sure she's there for him, whether Phoenix wants her there or not. Her thumb rubs the back of his hand gently, again in a gesture meant more for herself than for him as she takes a deep breath. She just wants to close her eyes and pretend that Scott's not hurt, but Yu and Yosuke had taught her that nothing good ever comes from doing that, right? So...
Another deep breath, and she steels herself, looking up to meet his eyes with uncertainty written all over her face.] Yeah?
Didn't feel that way. But no, I was running around trying to help to.
I think I'm just exhausted.
[And yeah, his body is catching up with the rest of him.]
I think I'm just exhausted.
[And yeah, his body is catching up with the rest of him.]
[Altius brings his other hand to rest around the back of Kurt's neck; a sense of growing numbness follows, physically and otherwise. Solemnly, he answers:]
I can keep them from hurting at all. Keep you from hurting.
[There's almost a sense of a plea as he continues, yellow eyes looking into yellow. Others have refused his assistance—but there's always a chance for the next to accept, to let him take everything away before he finally disappears.]
Will you let me help you, Kurt...?
I can keep them from hurting at all. Keep you from hurting.
[There's almost a sense of a plea as he continues, yellow eyes looking into yellow. Others have refused his assistance—but there's always a chance for the next to accept, to let him take everything away before he finally disappears.]
Will you let me help you, Kurt...?
So it can be over.
[All his struggling, all his fighting, all his desperate wrestling for control. He wants it to be done. If he can take no one with him, so be it. He was never going to accomplish anything of worth anyway.
But it seems like the creature, by the sound of it, is much more willing to directly grant his desire. He stops completely at the whooshing sound of the flame, suspecting what's coming without seeing it and not even attempting to move out of the way—and it bursts into a sharp stinging once it hits him, sending him staggering forward with a pained noise caught behind his clenched teeth, the fire extinguished before it fully moves through the shade. It leaves more of the dark cloud with an orange glow, like embers hiding within smoke.
And isn't that a funny thought? That a bird of flame, the sort of creature he once used to end lives, would aim an attack at him when he desired that fate for himself. A single voiceless laugh escapes him.]
[All his struggling, all his fighting, all his desperate wrestling for control. He wants it to be done. If he can take no one with him, so be it. He was never going to accomplish anything of worth anyway.
But it seems like the creature, by the sound of it, is much more willing to directly grant his desire. He stops completely at the whooshing sound of the flame, suspecting what's coming without seeing it and not even attempting to move out of the way—and it bursts into a sharp stinging once it hits him, sending him staggering forward with a pained noise caught behind his clenched teeth, the fire extinguished before it fully moves through the shade. It leaves more of the dark cloud with an orange glow, like embers hiding within smoke.
And isn't that a funny thought? That a bird of flame, the sort of creature he once used to end lives, would aim an attack at him when he desired that fate for himself. A single voiceless laugh escapes him.]
[The numbness starts to wash over Kurt. But he feels it as he speaks. He can feel the physical numbness and his mind starting to numb, just as Altius grips him. Even in his current state, he can get some sense of what's going on here. He lets out a soft gasp as he answers.]
What- what are you doing?
[And now he teleports several feet away, out of Altius's grasp.]
What kind of help is this??
What- what are you doing?
[And now he teleports several feet away, out of Altius's grasp.]
What kind of help is this??
[Though the mutant escapes his touch, the pieces of identity the shade has taken don't return to Kurt—at least, not yet. Altius turns his gaze to Kurt again, hands slowly returning to his sides, one of them returning to unformed mist as it does.]
Nothing more than what I said. [He doesn't seem bothered or changed at all by the sudden movement or the questions, still calm and apparently sincere.] I can take all of your pain and worry, and make sure they never return. It would be easy... the easiest thing you've ever done.
Nothing more than what I said. [He doesn't seem bothered or changed at all by the sudden movement or the questions, still calm and apparently sincere.] I can take all of your pain and worry, and make sure they never return. It would be easy... the easiest thing you've ever done.
Edited (tenses...) 2025-03-26 05:27 (UTC)
[ So it's true, Claude thinks, feeling oddly numb. One of the curses afflicting this place has finally targeted him, after so many months playing defense, so many months reassuring others that what they did underneath the duress of some curse is not their responsibility, it's his turn to experience it or to rely on someone else to help him through it.
He grimly considers what Fauna had said on the network, about wishes, about being turned into a crazed beast -- and then decides that this really isn't any of Czeslaw's business anyway. Certainly not his responsibility; they're mere strangers to one another, after all. Perhaps... perhaps he can stave it off himself. Perhaps he can isolate himself so that he will not harm others.
Perhaps he'll just focus on the conversation at hand and pretend as though he can't hear every damn word that Czeslaw's thinking, self-deprecating though they may be. ]
I doubt any amount of time could pass for a truly painful memory's impact to be completely gone, [ he says aloud, as though he hasn't been thrown into a sudden panic, ] but I'm not about to stand here and argue that you should be miserable. Just that it wouldn't be so unusual if you were.
[ Eighty years... a lifetime, yes. But by the standards of others that he knows, or at least expects? Czeslaw may as well still be a child. ]
A friend of mine is over a thousand years old, you know, or so he says. I doubt you can keep track, after so long. Next to that, eighty years is nothing. [ He winks at Czeslaw with a levity he doesn't truly feel. ] Not to me, though. I'm still a spring chicken.
He grimly considers what Fauna had said on the network, about wishes, about being turned into a crazed beast -- and then decides that this really isn't any of Czeslaw's business anyway. Certainly not his responsibility; they're mere strangers to one another, after all. Perhaps... perhaps he can stave it off himself. Perhaps he can isolate himself so that he will not harm others.
Perhaps he'll just focus on the conversation at hand and pretend as though he can't hear every damn word that Czeslaw's thinking, self-deprecating though they may be. ]
I doubt any amount of time could pass for a truly painful memory's impact to be completely gone, [ he says aloud, as though he hasn't been thrown into a sudden panic, ] but I'm not about to stand here and argue that you should be miserable. Just that it wouldn't be so unusual if you were.
[ Eighty years... a lifetime, yes. But by the standards of others that he knows, or at least expects? Czeslaw may as well still be a child. ]
A friend of mine is over a thousand years old, you know, or so he says. I doubt you can keep track, after so long. Next to that, eighty years is nothing. [ He winks at Czeslaw with a levity he doesn't truly feel. ] Not to me, though. I'm still a spring chicken.
[ Claude sinks down to his haunches as Miller steps towards him, a wave of weariness washing over him. He doesn't need mind reading powers to know what Miller is thinking -- he knows that expression of suspicion, that expression of distrust. It's the expression worn most around him back home, where he doesn't have the benefit of none in Aldrip knowing who he is, or what rumours surround him. He wishes he could feel bitter about it, but he cannot.
To act on this is normal. It's to protect innocents in Aldrip, though he hasn't the faintest clue what Miller wishes to do with him, to him. He had told Ethlyn once that if he were ever to turn into a monster, that he would like for her to kill him, an idea that she had reluctantly agreed to. Now that that possibility draws nearer, he is finding the idea of another noble sacrifice to sit poorly in his stomach.
Just as Claude doesn't need any powers to know that Miller is suspicious of him, he knows that Miller hardly needs anything but a functioning brain in order to put two and two together, between his own odd behaviour and the fact that he's too silent, too stoic a man to have spoken his worries aloud. Claude rubs at his cheek, resignation slowly spreading across his features -- better that than embracing what truly swells in his chest.
It doesn't do for a guy like him to be fearful, after all. ]
No, [ he says quietly, a corner of his mind registering the worry of Toph having gone missing in the wake of all this; he is concerned for her safety, but also by the fact that she is likely more powerful than several of them combined. ] I'm sorry, I haven't heard a thing about her, or from her. You'll have to check out some of her usual haunts to see if maybe she's busied herself with... oh, I don't know, helping erect a stronghold? That's more her speed.
[ With some effort, he lifts his chin to meet Miller's gaze head-on, as though challenging him to say something. ]
To act on this is normal. It's to protect innocents in Aldrip, though he hasn't the faintest clue what Miller wishes to do with him, to him. He had told Ethlyn once that if he were ever to turn into a monster, that he would like for her to kill him, an idea that she had reluctantly agreed to. Now that that possibility draws nearer, he is finding the idea of another noble sacrifice to sit poorly in his stomach.
Just as Claude doesn't need any powers to know that Miller is suspicious of him, he knows that Miller hardly needs anything but a functioning brain in order to put two and two together, between his own odd behaviour and the fact that he's too silent, too stoic a man to have spoken his worries aloud. Claude rubs at his cheek, resignation slowly spreading across his features -- better that than embracing what truly swells in his chest.
It doesn't do for a guy like him to be fearful, after all. ]
No, [ he says quietly, a corner of his mind registering the worry of Toph having gone missing in the wake of all this; he is concerned for her safety, but also by the fact that she is likely more powerful than several of them combined. ] I'm sorry, I haven't heard a thing about her, or from her. You'll have to check out some of her usual haunts to see if maybe she's busied herself with... oh, I don't know, helping erect a stronghold? That's more her speed.
[ With some effort, he lifts his chin to meet Miller's gaze head-on, as though challenging him to say something. ]
Yes, I -- ahem. [ He pauses to clear his throat. From his chest pocket, he produces a handkerchief, which he uses to mop at his brow while he offers Ryoji a wan smile. ] Perhaps I'm coming down with something. Hardly what you want to hear from someone providing healing tools, I admit.
[ He can barely see. The closer that Ryoji gets, the more the room begins to spin; he has to set a hand on the counter to steady himself, smiling through grit teeth and a throbbing head. He has never fainted before - lost consciousness, yes, fainted, no - but he imagines this is what it feels like.
Ryoji's promise that he's not a scary person falls flat, all things considered. More than that, this sensation feels... familiar. He'd sensed something similar in Minato, though he had quickly dismissed it. Now, it seems that his body will no longer allow him to deny the inevitable.
But that doesn't explain what about Ryoji feels so damn bad. His internal monologue, blurred and muffled by his aura though it may be, makes allusions to being Death, but -- no. That can't be. ]
Apologies. [ He swallows. ] If you don't mind my asking... if you're not human, then what are you?
[ And does whatever you are come with side effects? ]
[ He can barely see. The closer that Ryoji gets, the more the room begins to spin; he has to set a hand on the counter to steady himself, smiling through grit teeth and a throbbing head. He has never fainted before - lost consciousness, yes, fainted, no - but he imagines this is what it feels like.
Ryoji's promise that he's not a scary person falls flat, all things considered. More than that, this sensation feels... familiar. He'd sensed something similar in Minato, though he had quickly dismissed it. Now, it seems that his body will no longer allow him to deny the inevitable.
But that doesn't explain what about Ryoji feels so damn bad. His internal monologue, blurred and muffled by his aura though it may be, makes allusions to being Death, but -- no. That can't be. ]
Apologies. [ He swallows. ] If you don't mind my asking... if you're not human, then what are you?
[ And does whatever you are come with side effects? ]
I mean more that you look perfectly human, my friend. Nobody has wandered in here in possession of scales and a tail, if that is what you're asking.
[ It was an honest retort, for once. He has his suspicions about some people in the Church - Lady Rhea, Seteth, Flayn, who is absolutely not just Seteth's younger sister - but to his eye they all look wholly human.
But as soon as he utters the phrase scales, he is struck by a sudden reminder of how queasy he has felt, the new power he possesses, the fear that has stolen over his heart. His adams apple bobs as he swallows. ]
...what made you believe another dragon is in here?
[ Rafal has confessed enough to him. He should confess to Rafal as well. And he will. In a moment. Just in a moment. He wants to live in a world where this isn't happening to him for just a little longer. ]
[ It was an honest retort, for once. He has his suspicions about some people in the Church - Lady Rhea, Seteth, Flayn, who is absolutely not just Seteth's younger sister - but to his eye they all look wholly human.
But as soon as he utters the phrase scales, he is struck by a sudden reminder of how queasy he has felt, the new power he possesses, the fear that has stolen over his heart. His adams apple bobs as he swallows. ]
...what made you believe another dragon is in here?
[ Rafal has confessed enough to him. He should confess to Rafal as well. And he will. In a moment. Just in a moment. He wants to live in a world where this isn't happening to him for just a little longer. ]
[ hm. claude seems a bit more distracted than usual. not that the man was particularly straightforward, but this was more vacillating than usual. rafal observes him thoughtfully before responding. ]
The scent. And years of experience. Knowing where one of my siblings was nearby was crucial to survival.
The scent. And years of experience. Knowing where one of my siblings was nearby was crucial to survival.
[Kurt feels shaken. He can't completely tell what happened to him, and he doesn't feel as determined as he should be, but he can tell that Altius has done something to him. Taken something from him. Especially with the way he talks.]
B-but... no, I didn't agree to that. Altius, going around and taking that stuff like that... It's not right. [It might sound appealing on paper, but Kurt can still tell that it's wrong.]
B-but... no, I didn't agree to that. Altius, going around and taking that stuff like that... It's not right. [It might sound appealing on paper, but Kurt can still tell that it's wrong.]
[kakashi plays with the bag of chips a little, moving it back and forth between his hands.]
Whatever. It just feels wrong to sit here and...let things happen.
[things do tend to resolve themselves around here, that much is true. it just galls kakashi to be taken out of the fight so soon.]
Whatever. It just feels wrong to sit here and...let things happen.
[things do tend to resolve themselves around here, that much is true. it just galls kakashi to be taken out of the fight so soon.]
I noticed there's not many kids around. Makes it more important than ever to be useful, right?
[since he kind of needs protecting and all.]
The "creative" part is what has me worried. I know the leading theory is that it's all a simulation, but do you ever wonder...
[he hesitates, realizing he's getting into kind of dark territory. scott probably doesn't need that right now.]
Um, never mind. Just a stray thought.
[since he kind of needs protecting and all.]
The "creative" part is what has me worried. I know the leading theory is that it's all a simulation, but do you ever wonder...
[he hesitates, realizing he's getting into kind of dark territory. scott probably doesn't need that right now.]
Um, never mind. Just a stray thought.
[honestly czeslaw is the last person who should be talking about this kind of thing - if claire stanfield were to appear before him right this second, czeslaw would run out into the night screaming without hesitation, and they haven't had a poor interaction in a good sixty years - but he has enough trouble without people pitying him. that's good. his pity would be unbearable.]
Time does go funny, after a while. Though I must admit, it's tough being the "youngest" immortal in a group. We've all lived as long as each other, just about, but I still get treated like a kid.
[he smirks at claude, thinking that he does look young, indeed.]
You've got a young face on you. Maybe you understand?
Time does go funny, after a while. Though I must admit, it's tough being the "youngest" immortal in a group. We've all lived as long as each other, just about, but I still get treated like a kid.
[he smirks at claude, thinking that he does look young, indeed.]
You've got a young face on you. Maybe you understand?
[Unfortunately Ellie has run into someone whose concept of the apocalypse still revolves around robots, not pathogens, and Aloy simply has to meddle.
From a safe distance. She might not be running like Ellie wants, but Aloy is backing up, step by step.]
Then you need help. There has to be a healer somewhere.
[Maybe she can figure out a way to restrain her, even as strong as Ellie is. Think, think.]
From a safe distance. She might not be running like Ellie wants, but Aloy is backing up, step by step.]
Then you need help. There has to be a healer somewhere.
[Maybe she can figure out a way to restrain her, even as strong as Ellie is. Think, think.]
Yeah, probably. [Guess it's good news that they haven't heard from him then?? Unless he's just... knocked out somewhere. Scott definitely plans on reaching out to the other mutant soon. He's a giant asshole, but he's... their giant asshole of a mutant.
Kurt doesn't look like he's lying either; he definitely seems to be doing okay. No noticeable injuries or anything like that. He's glad, one less thing constricting his chest and a small breath leaves Scott. But now that a lot of concerns have been lifted, it's getting harder to ignore the way he's still bandaged up and lying on this bed. Because that's definitely still a thing.]
Just continue to be careful out there, alright? [When he does decide to go back out.] That's an order and stuff.
[.....] And you don't have to worry about the person that put me in this state. She's back to normal.
Kurt doesn't look like he's lying either; he definitely seems to be doing okay. No noticeable injuries or anything like that. He's glad, one less thing constricting his chest and a small breath leaves Scott. But now that a lot of concerns have been lifted, it's getting harder to ignore the way he's still bandaged up and lying on this bed. Because that's definitely still a thing.]
Just continue to be careful out there, alright? [When he does decide to go back out.] That's an order and stuff.
[.....] And you don't have to worry about the person that put me in this state. She's back to normal.
It will be worth it.
[His voice drops to a near whisper as he takes a step towards Kurt, hand moving forward as an offer. A hint of desperation comes to him, in the lowering of his eyelids and the strength of his tone.]
It will. If any of you would come with me, you'd realize... being nothing is so much better.
[His voice drops to a near whisper as he takes a step towards Kurt, hand moving forward as an offer. A hint of desperation comes to him, in the lowering of his eyelids and the strength of his tone.]
It will. If any of you would come with me, you'd realize... being nothing is so much better.
[He feels the slight trembling from her own hand and Scott wants to force every part of himself to stop that on his end, because he wants to be strong for her. Yeah, lying beaten up on a hospital bed, but she's just so important to him. However, no matter how much feeling he puts into it, his hand still occasionally shakes in hers, a certain restlessness to it.
Maybe he can at least cover that up by his focus on her.
His visor centers on her face, reading the uncertainty there, so visible that he literally forces himself to push closer to her. He gasps slightly from his own movements, but he raises his mostly healed arm to her face so that he can gently cup her cheek. Another point of warmth that is soothing in so many ways, but he wants to make one thing clear.]
I... I don't blame you at all, okay? [His voice is quiet, but firm. Like he believes everything that he's saying.] It's not your fault what happened. You just lost control-- not even that. You were influenced by something else entirely.
Maybe he can at least cover that up by his focus on her.
His visor centers on her face, reading the uncertainty there, so visible that he literally forces himself to push closer to her. He gasps slightly from his own movements, but he raises his mostly healed arm to her face so that he can gently cup her cheek. Another point of warmth that is soothing in so many ways, but he wants to make one thing clear.]
I... I don't blame you at all, okay? [His voice is quiet, but firm. Like he believes everything that he's saying.] It's not your fault what happened. You just lost control-- not even that. You were influenced by something else entirely.
[He really hoped that no news is good news when it comes to Quentin.
He smiles and gives a little salute.]
Sure thing, Fearless Leader. If it's an order, I'll be even more extra super careful!
[And his smile softens. He wasn't looking for revenge, knowing the nature of their enemy, but it's a relief on top of that to know that the opponent is back to normal.]
...That's good to know. Thanks. Little by little, this day's getting saved. [One person at a time.]
He smiles and gives a little salute.]
Sure thing, Fearless Leader. If it's an order, I'll be even more extra super careful!
[And his smile softens. He wasn't looking for revenge, knowing the nature of their enemy, but it's a relief on top of that to know that the opponent is back to normal.]
...That's good to know. Thanks. Little by little, this day's getting saved. [One person at a time.]
[ Shigeru's head nods and his tails also sway in a way that indicates that he's heard the other but is also calm about it too. He's definitely been trying not to terrify people?? Um, but you know, when you look like this it's a bit hard!! ]
Me? Yes! I-I'm totally fine. Well, as fine as I can be...my-my powers went a little haywire with helping people.
[ Mm. So he's kinda stuck like this for the moment?? ] But you don't have to be afraid! I wasn't affected by...whatever is going on.
Me? Yes! I-I'm totally fine. Well, as fine as I can be...my-my powers went a little haywire with helping people.
[ Mm. So he's kinda stuck like this for the moment?? ] But you don't have to be afraid! I wasn't affected by...whatever is going on.
I!! I'll try my best! [ Black shadowy tendrils will now erupt from the ground around Shigeru and the head that he's trying to hold down. The tendrils make it easier to hold tighter much to the beast's chagrin, and it'll try to throw Shigeru off despite his size and form. ]
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