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[He doesn't remotely try to make his response a few moments later sound as lighthearted as the words might imply.]
It sounds like you're practically an expert.
[In how many universes must children end up with the responsibility of so many lives on their shoulders? Children, whose most significant concern should be homework, or deciding what kind of work might interest them...]
Who is "we"?
It sounds like you're practically an expert.
[In how many universes must children end up with the responsibility of so many lives on their shoulders? Children, whose most significant concern should be homework, or deciding what kind of work might interest them...]
Who is "we"?
[The smile that might be more accurately called a curl of his lip remains as he removes his hand, and he shifts backwards the space of a step as he raises his glowing gaze to them.]
It's alright. [There's no happiness in his expression when he says,] I'm glad you've taken the time to say all of this to me. I needed to hear it.
[The shade turns to watch one of the towering heads of the beast in the distance.]
I've just been wasting time.
It's alright. [There's no happiness in his expression when he says,] I'm glad you've taken the time to say all of this to me. I needed to hear it.
[The shade turns to watch one of the towering heads of the beast in the distance.]
I've just been wasting time.
[ hm. that scent. it is deeply familiar.
rafal sniffs the air, glancing at claude curiously. ]
Was there another dragon here?
rafal sniffs the air, glancing at claude curiously. ]
Was there another dragon here?
[He does sound like he's not that chill about it... but Kurt just doesn't pay it mind, while sipping from his tea.]
The X-Men. They're the team of mutants I'm with back home. And kinda here too! There's a few of us here, just everyone else is from different versions of our world.
The X-Men. They're the team of mutants I'm with back home. And kinda here too! There's a few of us here, just everyone else is from different versions of our world.
[He steps away, and they step forward.]
< Altius... Please. >
[Some part of them is aware of how pathetic they must sound. Some part that discards the thought as soon as it can come to mind. Deep down into the gap that the part that would have been shamed by such a thing left when it was taken from them.]
< Altius... Please. >
[Some part of them is aware of how pathetic they must sound. Some part that discards the thought as soon as it can come to mind. Deep down into the gap that the part that would have been shamed by such a thing left when it was taken from them.]
[ Maybe she shouldn't be out here. Ange is questioning it even as she's making her way through the city. But Ragna said that magic is very helpful against the thing attacking them - and that fact by itself makes her feel too guilty for sitting around. She has to try, even if it's dangerous to be out right now.
It's easy to get caught up in those thoughts. Enough so that you don't notice right away that everything has suddenly gotten darker - until that voice snaps her out of her thoughts.
Ange immediately turns her head, trying to find its source. ]
What?
[ ...
She can't find anything. Is there something hiding here, or-- maybe someone? Why did that voice sound familiar, even if she can't place it right away.. ]
Who's there?
It's easy to get caught up in those thoughts. Enough so that you don't notice right away that everything has suddenly gotten darker - until that voice snaps her out of her thoughts.
Ange immediately turns her head, trying to find its source. ]
What?
[ ...
She can't find anything. Is there something hiding here, or-- maybe someone? Why did that voice sound familiar, even if she can't place it right away.. ]
Who's there?
[ Ange is trying to be good about this. She really is. She can hear Miller's network message, and she's listening to it, trying to make her way out towards the inn.
But that is, of course, not exactly a safe passage. Not with the thing that's attacking the town at its edges, but also not with the monsters around. Even though Ange is trying her best to be careful about getting to the inn, she didn't expect to be caught off guard by one of the monsters.
She doesn't know what's up with this one, but it seems like her magic is totally useless against it. Even though she's tried to attack it and keep it at bay, nothing is helping - and trying to escape has only gotten the girl caught in a corner, her back up against the wall. Dammit, and she was so close to the inn too--
Close enough, in fact, that Miller might be able to pick up on Ange's last resort in the middle of this situation - which is to let out a scream and hope that someone hears it and comes to check out the situation before the monster approaching her can attack her. ]
But that is, of course, not exactly a safe passage. Not with the thing that's attacking the town at its edges, but also not with the monsters around. Even though Ange is trying her best to be careful about getting to the inn, she didn't expect to be caught off guard by one of the monsters.
She doesn't know what's up with this one, but it seems like her magic is totally useless against it. Even though she's tried to attack it and keep it at bay, nothing is helping - and trying to escape has only gotten the girl caught in a corner, her back up against the wall. Dammit, and she was so close to the inn too--
Close enough, in fact, that Miller might be able to pick up on Ange's last resort in the middle of this situation - which is to let out a scream and hope that someone hears it and comes to check out the situation before the monster approaching her can attack her. ]
[Scott sort of remembers this guy. Strange how they first met in a dream, because does that even count? But it's not a topic Scott's going to focus on, partly because that's not something he wants to talk about, and mostly because this asshole is trying to crawl his way out of his bed despite being injured and shit. Yeah, okay, he knows this type. He's seen it from his friends before.
He rolls his eyes, mentally preparing himself for a headache.
He doesn't know him, but that doesn't stop Scott from bossing him around. Or feeling some satisfaction when he sees the other teen fall back on the bed in a crumpled heap. Guess it's kind of nice that he's not the only miserable asshole around here.]
Yeah, sure. [...] Just rest there, you're not going to help anyone in that state anyway.
[Scott also has an extra bag of chips and he will toss it at Akutagawa if push comes to shove.]
He rolls his eyes, mentally preparing himself for a headache.
He doesn't know him, but that doesn't stop Scott from bossing him around. Or feeling some satisfaction when he sees the other teen fall back on the bed in a crumpled heap. Guess it's kind of nice that he's not the only miserable asshole around here.]
Yeah, sure. [...] Just rest there, you're not going to help anyone in that state anyway.
[Scott also has an extra bag of chips and he will toss it at Akutagawa if push comes to shove.]
[Uncharacteristically, Scott really doesn't react all that much when he hears the familiar sound of Kurt teleporting near his bed. Usually a sound of comfort and it's not like Scott isn't glad that his friend is here, but it's hard to muster any sort of energy to greet him like normal. Not when every time he breathes, it actually hurts, or having that memory of Kotone screaming in her transformed state and Scott unable to do anything to stop her fresh in his mind.
Really, the only reason why he hasn't tried to climb out of bed now and find her again is because she's thankfully back to normal now. One thing to be glad about, even if it doesn't erase how he's currently feeling.
The young mutant just continues to face away from Kurt. Phoenix at least seems to take in Kurt's presence well, flying over to snatch a bag of chips before settling elsewhere. She'll accept this as her tribute.]
...I'm fine. [Very convincing here.]
Really, the only reason why he hasn't tried to climb out of bed now and find her again is because she's thankfully back to normal now. One thing to be glad about, even if it doesn't erase how he's currently feeling.
The young mutant just continues to face away from Kurt. Phoenix at least seems to take in Kurt's presence well, flying over to snatch a bag of chips before settling elsewhere. She'll accept this as her tribute.]
...I'm fine. [Very convincing here.]
[It's really kind of shitty to see Kakashi in the clinic with him. Sure, he's a ninja and everything, been on far more missions than him, but he's a kid. Maybe ironic coming from him, but it's something Scott can't fully shake. When his friend looks so young and is sitting on that bed with his own bandages wrapped around him, it's hitting really fucking hard.
Scott doesn't say any of this, but that frown on him deepens.
Okay, new temporary mission, make sure that Kakashi gets rest. He'd rather not have him jump back in the fray when it's clear he's still recovering, just like him. Helps put his mind focused on something too, instead of his own recent failures.]
I'll bitch, and you'll never hear the end of it. [Is this actually a threat...]
Scott doesn't say any of this, but that frown on him deepens.
Okay, new temporary mission, make sure that Kakashi gets rest. He'd rather not have him jump back in the fray when it's clear he's still recovering, just like him. Helps put his mind focused on something too, instead of his own recent failures.]
I'll bitch, and you'll never hear the end of it. [Is this actually a threat...]
[ Thankfully there is a whole lot on Ange's mind that one can read. That's usually the case, especially when the girl is relatively quiet outwardly, leaving her most interesting thoughts only lingering in her mind, but these circumstances are certainly drawing out even more thoughts.
I have to do something about it, she can't help but think, especially with what Ragna told her.
But she's snapped out of that thought by Claude's voice. Nothing too surprising to hear, considering this is his apothecary and she did come to see him, but the content of his words are a little surprising. She swears, it's almost as if-- ]
What?
[ -- as if he knew what she was thinking. Did she say that out loud? Has she been that out of it? ]
I have to do something about it, she can't help but think, especially with what Ragna told her.
But she's snapped out of that thought by Claude's voice. Nothing too surprising to hear, considering this is his apothecary and she did come to see him, but the content of his words are a little surprising. She swears, it's almost as if-- ]
What?
[ -- as if he knew what she was thinking. Did she say that out loud? Has she been that out of it? ]
[Phoenix seems to narrow her eyes at the young boy, but luckily doesn't appear aggressive otherwise. The fact that Czeslaw is bringing food and obviously is trying to help her host, calms the fiery bird. She makes a small noise from the base of her throat, as if to alert Scott, before flapping to the end of the bed while still keeping watch. She will attack if needed!!
But with that fuss happening, as quiet and minor as it was, there's an audible sigh from Scott before he turns around in his bed to face Czeslaw. He's definitely beaten up, bandages wrapped around his upper body and he looks to be in pain. Along with quiet, solemn. Probably a far cry from the bright teen that welcomed the young immortal in his dream.]
...You're Czeslaw, right? [There's at least recognition from Scott, the mutant speaking quietly as he takes in the boy.]
But with that fuss happening, as quiet and minor as it was, there's an audible sigh from Scott before he turns around in his bed to face Czeslaw. He's definitely beaten up, bandages wrapped around his upper body and he looks to be in pain. Along with quiet, solemn. Probably a far cry from the bright teen that welcomed the young immortal in his dream.]
...You're Czeslaw, right? [There's at least recognition from Scott, the mutant speaking quietly as he takes in the boy.]
Ange isn't too sure if she's in the right place either. She isn't that good at fighting. Sure, she has been getting better in this place, but that's not saying a whole lot when it's not like she had to do a whole lot of combat back home in the first place.
But Ragna had said that this thing was vulnerable to magic. Her kind of magic. How could she just ignore that? She can't stay somewhere safe if this dumb thing is going to end up destroying the entire city either way. It would be no use.
The more Ange is out near the danger though, the more she's realizing it's a tough spot for her to be in. She can hear Ethlyn, and a part of her says she should just go with Ethlyn and leave here, but she can't, she can't, not when this is the one time she can be useful--
"It's fine!" She calls back, gritting her teeth. Determined to seem confident. "I can-- I can handle it! I have to!"
But Ragna had said that this thing was vulnerable to magic. Her kind of magic. How could she just ignore that? She can't stay somewhere safe if this dumb thing is going to end up destroying the entire city either way. It would be no use.
The more Ange is out near the danger though, the more she's realizing it's a tough spot for her to be in. She can hear Ethlyn, and a part of her says she should just go with Ethlyn and leave here, but she can't, she can't, not when this is the one time she can be useful--
"It's fine!" She calls back, gritting her teeth. Determined to seem confident. "I can-- I can handle it! I have to!"
[Along with those memories of his transformed girlfriend (and the horrible screams she made), Scott has a couple of vague images of Ryoji transformed and carrying him to safety. Foggy memories of the young teen revealing his 'true self' and looking different enough to the point that Scott wondered if he just dreamed all that up. He did have his head partially smacked by a harp, so it wouldn't be impossible. But hearing Ryoji's voice right now, even as he's turned away from him, Scott can't help but wonder if all that really happened.
He's definitely hurting enough to know that getting beaten up by his girlfriend certainly happened. It brings forth a new wave of pain, while his heart still aches for Kotone. He wants to check on her-- he wants to see her, but his body really isn't cooperating. It hurts to breathe sometimes.
Phoenix, for her part, seems to have fully welcomed Ryoji now, the spoilt bird snacking on an offered chip before 'cooing' in front of Death. Okay, perhaps they can be friends now. He helped save her host from that screeching monster!]
...You brought me here, didn't you?
[Scott doesn't comment about the snacks yet and he's still turned away, but at least he's responding.]
He's definitely hurting enough to know that getting beaten up by his girlfriend certainly happened. It brings forth a new wave of pain, while his heart still aches for Kotone. He wants to check on her-- he wants to see her, but his body really isn't cooperating. It hurts to breathe sometimes.
Phoenix, for her part, seems to have fully welcomed Ryoji now, the spoilt bird snacking on an offered chip before 'cooing' in front of Death. Okay, perhaps they can be friends now. He helped save her host from that screeching monster!]
...You brought me here, didn't you?
[Scott doesn't comment about the snacks yet and he's still turned away, but at least he's responding.]
[Is this the first time Scott's seen Hiei's third eye opened and uncovered by that bandage that normally wraps around his head? Possibly. It's enough of an oddity that the mutant looks at that unblinking eye for a couple of seconds, before he focuses all attention on the demon in front of him.
If Hiei has his eye out like that, it can really only mean one thing. Well, at least something bad.
There's also all those injuries that he's currently sporting, wounds bleeding and various points of him bruised, that Scott's mouth turns down in a knot of worry. Yeah, he'd be blind to not notice something is happening. And he's sure that Hiei will only bitch at him or play everything off regarding his injuries, but that isn't going to stop Scott. He's a stubborn asshole too, especially when it comes to his friends.]
You're injured and doing your normal thing of pushing away help. [Scott begins, still focused on Hiei, the teen sounding far more serious than usual. Maybe the visor that covers his eyes instead of his sunglasses helps with that image too. And if Kurama's close enough to be seen, maybe Scott just hasn't gotten a view of him yet.]
So, no, I don't really believe you.
If Hiei has his eye out like that, it can really only mean one thing. Well, at least something bad.
There's also all those injuries that he's currently sporting, wounds bleeding and various points of him bruised, that Scott's mouth turns down in a knot of worry. Yeah, he'd be blind to not notice something is happening. And he's sure that Hiei will only bitch at him or play everything off regarding his injuries, but that isn't going to stop Scott. He's a stubborn asshole too, especially when it comes to his friends.]
You're injured and doing your normal thing of pushing away help. [Scott begins, still focused on Hiei, the teen sounding far more serious than usual. Maybe the visor that covers his eyes instead of his sunglasses helps with that image too. And if Kurama's close enough to be seen, maybe Scott just hasn't gotten a view of him yet.]
So, no, I don't really believe you.
Like Scott.
[It's not a question; even without his tendency to read everyone's public communications, the young man told Altius about it himself.]
Do you work as a team here as well?
[It's not a question; even without his tendency to read everyone's public communications, the young man told Altius about it himself.]
Do you work as a team here as well?
[His smile fades as Dante's words draw his attention back to them. Even now he struggles to ignore a direct plea, if just because of how long as he's taken them all into account, silently promising them salvation even when he could offer nothing in the meantime.
When he speaks, it's to address what he can only assume is the reason Dante is trying to stop him.]
What I've taken from you—I don't know what will happen to it.
[It's said frankly; he hasn't had the time or chance to test, as would have been his instinct. Besides, all of that would mean planning for the future, for the long term.]
Perhaps it will return to you in time. Or perhaps you'll come up with a kinder way of thinking about yourself.
[There's no hope in the mention of either of the possibilities. They're simply two of who knows how many. Even so—he doesn't wish further pain upon them, so he won't speak it into existence.]
When he speaks, it's to address what he can only assume is the reason Dante is trying to stop him.]
What I've taken from you—I don't know what will happen to it.
[It's said frankly; he hasn't had the time or chance to test, as would have been his instinct. Besides, all of that would mean planning for the future, for the long term.]
Perhaps it will return to you in time. Or perhaps you'll come up with a kinder way of thinking about yourself.
[There's no hope in the mention of either of the possibilities. They're simply two of who knows how many. Even so—he doesn't wish further pain upon them, so he won't speak it into existence.]
I won't let you!
[It's a simple statement, but one that carries a surprising amount of weight. Tsuna stands ready, serious expression on his face, and also with flames licking around him. Mostly on his gloves and his forehead; a warm, welcoming orange. They seem steady, only flickering slightly every time a bit of panic wells up and has to be clamped back down.
But for now, he means it.]
[ooc: hope this is okay.]
[It's a simple statement, but one that carries a surprising amount of weight. Tsuna stands ready, serious expression on his face, and also with flames licking around him. Mostly on his gloves and his forehead; a warm, welcoming orange. They seem steady, only flickering slightly every time a bit of panic wells up and has to be clamped back down.
But for now, he means it.]
[ooc: hope this is okay.]
Got it! Can you hold it for a little longer?
[He just needs a minute, probably less, to just activate the system and get his levels right. He's not sure if he should go all out.
But he's hovering there, aiming.]
[He just needs a minute, probably less, to just activate the system and get his levels right. He's not sure if he should go all out.
But he's hovering there, aiming.]
[Fandaniel hears an unfamiliar voice land on his ears as if from a great distance and turns. The gaze he sets on Tsuna is manic, his lips curl back against his teeth.]
Oh? Do you intend to stop me?
Come then, brave hero!
Cut me down where I stand! I am likely to explode as I die.
Oh? Do you intend to stop me?
Come then, brave hero!
Cut me down where I stand! I am likely to explode as I die.
Safe…ty?
[Silco had opened the doors to each of his businesses for people to congregate, to come and go as they pleased and to have supplies available. No questions asked for those that needed items, and his places would take coin in exchange but otherwise, they wouldn’t if a person or Chosen couldn’t afford it.
The Last Drop and Shimmer & Shine had all the moveable tables and chairs put away or stacked so that cots could be set up for people to sleep and grab a meal. There were supplies held in the basement area that would be brought up at request. The Tailor likewise made room for cots and people to hunker down into it. The restaurants were open to provide meals to anyone that needed a meal and to hunker down for a few hours. These businesses were shut up during overnight hours.
He directed people to the clinic who required medical attention; he cared little for stepping on those volunteers’ toes. His places were guarded, and he was open for those to assist with the management of people.]
What’s in a Wish?
[Good intentions can quickly turn bad under the wrong circumstances. Bad intentions framed as good would turn worse. The Black Beast with all its horrors and all of it tendrils of corruption in the city was an excellent distraction for others to find footing to be monsters. Silco, as it would turn out, had found a Wish seed, though hadn’t known what it was at the time as he had parted ways with his broken daughter.
What did one become when they already considered themselves a monster? Nothing more than what they were. His transformation was deceptively plain in that his physicality increased with two extra inches to his height, his shoulders and chest filling out with more musculature and he had a distinctive healthy look about him.
He stopped wearing make-up over the fetid and discovered skin around his left eye. The pupil which was normally a glowing glaring orange-red had turned to a blue like the colouration of a certain power source from his world.
He walked calmly, assured in his swagger as he headed to the City Hall. He cared nothing for the chaos of battle at the edge of town, intent on the drive to fulfill his own wish. While the population was occupied, Silco was moving to consolidate power and investigate how to take it for himself. His wish was control, and that’s exactly what he intended to do while the Black Beast raged as a suitable distraction.
Every Eye needed a Hound to play the rambunctious part of this dance.]
[Silco had opened the doors to each of his businesses for people to congregate, to come and go as they pleased and to have supplies available. No questions asked for those that needed items, and his places would take coin in exchange but otherwise, they wouldn’t if a person or Chosen couldn’t afford it.
The Last Drop and Shimmer & Shine had all the moveable tables and chairs put away or stacked so that cots could be set up for people to sleep and grab a meal. There were supplies held in the basement area that would be brought up at request. The Tailor likewise made room for cots and people to hunker down into it. The restaurants were open to provide meals to anyone that needed a meal and to hunker down for a few hours. These businesses were shut up during overnight hours.
He directed people to the clinic who required medical attention; he cared little for stepping on those volunteers’ toes. His places were guarded, and he was open for those to assist with the management of people.]
What’s in a Wish?
[Good intentions can quickly turn bad under the wrong circumstances. Bad intentions framed as good would turn worse. The Black Beast with all its horrors and all of it tendrils of corruption in the city was an excellent distraction for others to find footing to be monsters. Silco, as it would turn out, had found a Wish seed, though hadn’t known what it was at the time as he had parted ways with his broken daughter.
What did one become when they already considered themselves a monster? Nothing more than what they were. His transformation was deceptively plain in that his physicality increased with two extra inches to his height, his shoulders and chest filling out with more musculature and he had a distinctive healthy look about him.
He stopped wearing make-up over the fetid and discovered skin around his left eye. The pupil which was normally a glowing glaring orange-red had turned to a blue like the colouration of a certain power source from his world.
He walked calmly, assured in his swagger as he headed to the City Hall. He cared nothing for the chaos of battle at the edge of town, intent on the drive to fulfill his own wish. While the population was occupied, Silco was moving to consolidate power and investigate how to take it for himself. His wish was control, and that’s exactly what he intended to do while the Black Beast raged as a suitable distraction.
Every Eye needed a Hound to play the rambunctious part of this dance.]
Edited 2025-03-15 22:12 (UTC)
[Of course Ragna had made it all too obvious what the idiot brute was planning, and it was so ridiculously self-sacrificial that it was sickening. Silco was not the self-sacrificing sort when it came to monsters of such nature; he let the morons throw their lives away at this point.
However, this was Ragna. This was someone Silco partially owned, and that roused a certain activity in him that otherwise wouldn’t exist. Unfortunately, this became personal despite all signs of this situation pointing towards certain death if he were to venture out on his own. He’d risked it during the various creatures and packs roaming the streets some months ago, and he had nearly lost a leg for the endeavour. Still, stubbornness invigorated him to not let this happen; this world could burn if it meant losing certain aspects of what he considered his.
No, this would not stand.
Silco contacted his daughter who must be in full on distress at this point. His message was simple: We are going after Ragna. Meet me outside the Last Drop. He expected they would need to move quickly to prevent the stupid theatrics from occurring, and then he was willing to leave town while others dealt with this nonsense.
He was waiting outside the Last Drop normally, though he was currently dragging on a cigar while checking the ammunition on the firearm that he had Jinx made for him. He had been practicing of course, though he was be no means an excellent shot. He was competent. Otherwise, he continually checked his phone and looked around for Jinx to appear. He would not go without her; she couldn’t lose two people in the same day.]
However, this was Ragna. This was someone Silco partially owned, and that roused a certain activity in him that otherwise wouldn’t exist. Unfortunately, this became personal despite all signs of this situation pointing towards certain death if he were to venture out on his own. He’d risked it during the various creatures and packs roaming the streets some months ago, and he had nearly lost a leg for the endeavour. Still, stubbornness invigorated him to not let this happen; this world could burn if it meant losing certain aspects of what he considered his.
No, this would not stand.
Silco contacted his daughter who must be in full on distress at this point. His message was simple: We are going after Ragna. Meet me outside the Last Drop. He expected they would need to move quickly to prevent the stupid theatrics from occurring, and then he was willing to leave town while others dealt with this nonsense.
He was waiting outside the Last Drop normally, though he was currently dragging on a cigar while checking the ammunition on the firearm that he had Jinx made for him. He had been practicing of course, though he was be no means an excellent shot. He was competent. Otherwise, he continually checked his phone and looked around for Jinx to appear. He would not go without her; she couldn’t lose two people in the same day.]
[distress wouldn't be the word that would describe how she's feeling. if someone were to ask, there would be nothing she can come up with that could identify the ache burning in her chest. she's been hyperventilating what felt like hours now that she can't really recall what it was like to breathe normally. seeing the text from her father made her leave her post immediately, and without any reconsideration. yes, she promised ragna that she will watch his things, and she will continue to do so — but his items will be okay for the time being in his sanctuary.
it's times like these that she curses herself for being such a featherbrain, because she could use rhino right about now during this crisis. sure, bullets may do nothing against these monsters, but he would still pack more of a punch than her pistol. and as for the hex gemstone, well... — she brought it along just in case. it's been quiet and dull all morning, but it could awaken at any time and do some good. if worse comes to worst, she can jam it into one of her many explosives and let it evaporate whatever needs to be. jinx hope it won't come to that, it would mean losing the crystal for good, but... for her loved ones, she will do just about anything to secure their safety and to live on.
approaching the last drop, the bluenette spots her father just outside, heaving with her pistol and several chompers hook to each side of her. she isn't wearing her usual attire — but something else that she vaguely remembers putting together back in runeterra, before being transported back to aldrip. when silco meets with her daughter face to face, her eyes are puffy with her mascara running down each cheek. she's been balling her eyes out, as expected, and although she is now standing by him, she is still wheezing in panic while trying to stitch sentences together.]
Silco. Ragna, I... I-I-I don't...know whe-where he... he...— would. I've tried to... I can't. I can't go through...this. Not again, not again, I-I-...!!
it's times like these that she curses herself for being such a featherbrain, because she could use rhino right about now during this crisis. sure, bullets may do nothing against these monsters, but he would still pack more of a punch than her pistol. and as for the hex gemstone, well... — she brought it along just in case. it's been quiet and dull all morning, but it could awaken at any time and do some good. if worse comes to worst, she can jam it into one of her many explosives and let it evaporate whatever needs to be. jinx hope it won't come to that, it would mean losing the crystal for good, but... for her loved ones, she will do just about anything to secure their safety and to live on.
approaching the last drop, the bluenette spots her father just outside, heaving with her pistol and several chompers hook to each side of her. she isn't wearing her usual attire — but something else that she vaguely remembers putting together back in runeterra, before being transported back to aldrip. when silco meets with her daughter face to face, her eyes are puffy with her mascara running down each cheek. she's been balling her eyes out, as expected, and although she is now standing by him, she is still wheezing in panic while trying to stitch sentences together.]
Silco. Ragna, I... I-I-I don't...know whe-where he... he...— would. I've tried to... I can't. I can't go through...this. Not again, not again, I-I-...!!
Edited 2025-03-15 22:43 (UTC)
[Silco looked up and spotted his daughter's approach, noting the expected panic and grief on her expression. He set his firearm into the holster he almost never wore so that he could free up his hands as she closed the distance between them.
He lifted his hands to cupped her face in them, thumbs caressing the smears of mascara and pulling her in so that he could press his lips briefly against her forehead. He was assured that she was here now, and they would endeavor on what they must together, whatever scenario that they might be walking in together. It would be dangerous, but it would be worth it if they could stop Ragna from himself.]
It's okay. He'll be near that beast, so that's where we will go, alright? You and I together, we will do whatever is necessary to find him and try to stop him on this fool's errand of his.
[He briefly pulled her against him and then moved to start walking. They didn't have time to waste and putting them both on the path of purpose was exactly what they both needed right now.]
Walk with me and tell me what the brute told you.
He lifted his hands to cupped her face in them, thumbs caressing the smears of mascara and pulling her in so that he could press his lips briefly against her forehead. He was assured that she was here now, and they would endeavor on what they must together, whatever scenario that they might be walking in together. It would be dangerous, but it would be worth it if they could stop Ragna from himself.]
It's okay. He'll be near that beast, so that's where we will go, alright? You and I together, we will do whatever is necessary to find him and try to stop him on this fool's errand of his.
[He briefly pulled her against him and then moved to start walking. They didn't have time to waste and putting them both on the path of purpose was exactly what they both needed right now.]
Walk with me and tell me what the brute told you.
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[Tsuna shakes his head, but the flames do start to grow.]
I'm not doing that either!
But I will stop you.
[There's a blast of flame, and Tsuna moves quickly, aiming to get up in Fandaniel's face, fist pulled back.]
I'm not doing that either!
But I will stop you.
[There's a blast of flame, and Tsuna moves quickly, aiming to get up in Fandaniel's face, fist pulled back.]
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