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[ well, good thing he doesn't need to focus much. or, maybe not a good thing.

he already feels uncomfortable over Cole grabbing at his hand, mainly because of how much of a sentimental value the exsphere has to him. he opens his mouth to protest and tenses his arm to pull it away...

but then a shock travels up his arm and through his body. there's energy in Cole's touch, dark energy unlike any he's ever felt, but some sort of instinct in the back of his mind is instantly telling him that energy is bad and it needs to go away. and that shock and instinct, combined with the toxicosis? it hurts.

all at once, the glow on his exsphere intensifies to a near blinding light and Lloyd is engulfed in a glow the color of robin's eggs. he rolls to his side into a fetal position and, without warning, his wings shoot out in a burst of sparks and mana feathers. with how large they are, it's difficult to properly evade them in such a small room. ]

[If nearly a hundred and twenty years had taught him anything, it's that things that build up in glow are bad and to back away when they get to be that way. Cole immediately lets go of Lloyd's hand and is caught off guard by the intensity of the light, shielding his eyes from it so as to not get blinded.

Which meant that he was completely unprepared for the wing spearing his gut. He didn't cry out or anything of the just, just giving off a pained grunt. He'd been stabbed before, no big deal, but the the pain hit, spread out in a way that was not just from being stabbed.

And then his body flickered, a quick shift back and forth from human to demon and back to human and then firmly sticking to demon. There was only one way his body handled great trauma and that was to have Belthazor straighten it out. He looked over at Flora and laughed painfully.]

Guess that was a really bad idea.

[Things happen, and very quickly.

When Flora touched Lloyd earlier there was no adverse effect, but Cole isn't the same. She feels it, but is too late to do anything, can only watch what happens next when Lloyd's form fills with light and wings burst from his back.

She's been trying to keep it together, but her eyes widen and she cries out when Cole is speared from Lloyd's wings. The fact that he was using some sort of glamour adds to it, but it also doesn't matter; seeing it broken is enough to get her moving again and she rushes to his side.]

Hang in there, okay? I'm calling for help.

[ if Lloyd was having trouble focusing earlier, he's definitely not paying attention now. his shaking grows worse and his breathing even more ragged. the pain is worse yet, especially on his left hand and it's pure instinct that leads him to grab his left wrist in an attempt to quell the pain. considering his condition doesn't get any better, it doesn't work.

he can't focus, he can't make out Flora's words, much less Cole's. despite that, he does respond with a small whimper, curling further into himself as his wings curl around him as well, twitching from the pain. ]

Don't worry about me, I've been through worse than this. Go get help for him though. He needs it more than I do.

[No he hasn't, but he never tells the truth. He has a terrible idea, but really this is not a surprise to anybody that knows Cole. Focusing intently, he shimmers away incredibly slowly and appears a second later a few steps to the side before collapsing on the ground, hand putting pressure on where the wing impaled him and laughs painfully.]

Well, that was my last shimmer for a while.

[ All it takes is that quick call from Flora and Chris is shimmering in with Kaneis and Riku in tow. For a moment, he stops breathing, then he rushes over and kneels next to Cole, hand on his shoulder and one hovering over the obvious wound in his gut. ]

Dad! No. No, no, no, no. You can't do this. What happened?! [ The last part's directed to the room at large. He heard Flora on the communicator but there's a definite panic reaction going on here. ] Dad, talk to me.

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[Shimmering was a strange sensation, but he doesn't have time to dwell on that the moment the room comes into view. Instead while Chris runs to Cole, Kaneis rushes over to Lloyd, sparing a glance at Cole on the way there. What happened here?]

[But right. Lloyd. He focuses on Lloyd. Setting down the drink tray he had gotten from the way station on the ground, he kneels down next to Lloyd's bed, grimacing]

Damn Lloyd, you missed me so much you decided to act up now?

[He pulls off his glove and puts his hand on his forehead. Lloyd is burning up- way hotter than any normal fever. No doubt about it, it was toxicosis. He pulls his hand away, trying to force himself back into the healer mentality. His hand is shaking a bit more than he'd like, but he forces a breath to calm himself]

Someone get me a cool, wet towel. And tell me what happened with Cole.

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On it. Incoming. [A towel appears, moved, not made, cool and damp with water, hovering in front of Kaneis.]

Cole has some sort of dark energy, I think, I barely got to feel it, but I think it's what triggered Lloyd's wings. He didn't mean for it to happen, he was just on the wrong end. I think it might have been some sort of defense mechanism.

[That's her guess, anyway, but Kaneis is the expert here.]

[ uh yeah, 'some sort of dark energy'...

riku finally snaps out of just BSOD mode before he clears his throat, setting aside the various items they'd gotten for what was supposed to be an impromptu movie night. well, that's a dud. ]

I can feel it, yeah. The dark energy.

[ it's pretty potent, wow. riku shake shis head to try and get rid of the scent, or at least stop paying attention to it.

dear light, why did everything have to happen today? he's not sure who to go to--he definitely doesn't want to do more damage here. ]

Then, what's happening with Lloyd?

[ there's more voices, and there's only one that he can properly recognize through how fogged his mind is, while all the others have varying levels of familiarity. the one he recognizes... it's definitely a voice from home. it was... Zelos? yeah... yeah, that voice was definitely Zelos's. good. a friend from home definitely puts him at ease, even if his physical condition doesn't get any better.

he tries to open his eyes to get a better look at Zelos, but the lights in the room still hurt. so yep. back to squeezing his eyes shut. ]

Nnh... Not my fault...

[ dammit. the towel on his forehead helps a little, but he hurts all over. he doesn't remember his last bout of toxicosis hurting this bad. is it because of Cole's touch or is it supposed to get worse with each stage? man, he really feels bad for Colette now for going through all this... Zelos and Kratos and all the other angels too. ]

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Kit, I'm fine. I've had worse than this and survived. I need you to help me with my shirt so we can slow down the bleeding.

[Cole groans as he sits up, his body flickering some more between his two halves as he forces himself to stay in his human form. Staying demon meant he was badly injured and he wasn't going to put that worry on Chris. He had already died once in front of Chris, in the future, and Cole wasn't planning on doing it again.]

Demonic magic. It reacted badly with his magic, it looks like, and one of his wings stabbed me.

...what is he? Because he sure felt like a whitelighter to me. Well, from what I could sense before agonizing pain.

I've got a better idea.

[ Chris looks back to see Lloyd, but his concern is really focused on his father right now even if the wound isn't as severe as it appears. He shimmers away for just a moment, then returns with an honest to God actual advanced, automated medkit that he starts fiddling around with like he knows what he's doing.

Surprise, Cole. Your son is a healer and conveniently forgot to mention this. He works while talking because it's kind of most comfortable. ]

Yeah, with those wings out it's like whitelighter or... or angel. Only... more sinister? I'm not sure.

[Initially, he ignores the others. Their questions, their actions, their comments- he doesn't seem to pay them any heed. Instead, he's focusing solely on his crewmate lying in bed. He is using the wet towel to dab around Lloyd's forehead gently before resting it on his head again. His other hand will go rest on Lloyd's wrist- trying to be a calming presence.]

[When he speaks, it's almost in an uncharacteristically calm and soothing manner - even casual despite the fact everything's kinda gone to hell at the moment. But it sounds like one he's used to speaking in. Maybe not for Lloyd, but he's had more than enough practice in bedside manner with Seles and other patients.]

Uh huh. You say that, but I'm not so sure. [He uses that thumb on his wrist to discreetly check his pulse. It's still beating strong, good.] Now c'mon. I know it hurts, but you have to try to relax. You're perfectly safe. I'm here and so's Flora and Riku.

[And you know, Cole & Company. But whatever. demons probably not the key to relaxation]

How about...try making a list of all those dwarven vows, hm? You can do that much, right?

[At least...hopefully that'll be a good distraction from how much it hurt. Kaneis could recall busying himself with making a list of square roots during his own episodes]

[Eventually though, his attention will come back to everyone in the room, and he'll glance over his shoulder. Huh. When did that medkit get here?]

[But oh right- guess everyone is kind of confused as to what's going on. Sigh. Way to do this in front of everyone Lloyd]

...He's an angel. Or at least, becoming one. That's what this is about.

[He'll turn a bit more to look at Cole]

Sorry about the wings, Cole. I didn't think this would happen with a demon around. If it makes you feel better, if this had been a later stage, you might've lost a few limbs. So- I think you got off pretty lucky there!

Kaneis!

[Her voice is a stern, rebuking whisper with a glare to match. Come on, now.

Flora processes what Kaneis has to say. It doesn't strike her as being particularly strange, she's gone through something a little similar over the years, but it does sound immensely unfair. The only thing she's endured in becoming a full-fledged fairy is almost dying.

...that sounds a bit wrong, but anyway, not the point.

She exhales and her expression eases back into one of open concern and assessment as she looks between Cole and Lloyd. Chris seems to have things under control, thank goodness, and, as far as she knows, as brutal and awful as this being stabbed there must be, Cole appears to be a lot more durable than he seems--at least she's hoping so. It can't be easy to be treating your father and her voice is kind and steady as she speaks to Chris.]

Chris, I don't have the right augment for it but if you need help, please let me know.

[There is still a lot about this that she doesn't know about Lloyd's case, and wishes she did before this particular moment, something she'll probably beat herself up about much later, but for the moment keeps her head in the game. She has questions, many of them, but nothing is rushed nor demanding in her asking.]

Kaneis. Do we wait this out with him? Is there nothing more we can do? And you mentioned stages, how many of them are there and are they all going to happen, now?

Definitely full of light.

[ he can tell that much, but it doesn't do anyone any good. after a moment--he quickly backs away from the medkit, raising his brows. well, that's helpful.

the situation is tense, though--and with what just happened with lloyd hurting chris's dad, he's not so sure his magic would help any. sure, some of his dark spells might, but something tells him something neutral might blow back in his face. he breathes in, refocusing his attentions on lloyd, but keeping an eye on chris and cole. ]

And is it better to get it over with or slow it down so he can breathe? Maybe I could slow it down, but... [ who knew, at this rate. he was starting to get a little worried, everything was happening all at once. ]

[ if Kaneis is paying enough attention, he'll notice that the area around Lloyd's key crest is pretty red. it's something that's never really happened with toxicosis, and is likely an after effect of when Cole touched him.

he is right, though. hearing Zelos's voice, along with the reassurance that he's here along with Flora and Riku - the faces that go with those names are lost on him, but they feel just as familiar - it enough to calm him down some. recite the Dwarven Vows, though? he can barely remember what he had for breakfast (did he eat breakfast?), could he remember all 150+ vows enough for him to recite them by memory?

Dwarven Vow 16: you can do anything if you try. okay. he can do this. if he can remember that one, he can remember them all. ]

"Let's all... work to-together for a... a peace-peaceful world."

"Ne-never... abandon s-someone... in need."

[ he doesn't bother to ass himself with the numbers, but he's doing it, one by one. Zelos is right: the distraction is well enough for him to forget his pain and he can gradually feel it ebb away. the trembling dies down to what it was before Cole touched him and his wings even fade away in sparks, working frm the base to the tip. ]

[There's a moment right after Chris returns where Cole just laughs at the thought of a demon healer. Well, he tries to, but doubles over in pain and he loses control of his form for a moment, shifting to Belthazor for a second before forcing himself back.]

Leo would be proud, Kit.

[But his attention is really on Kaneis and Lloyd. Angel, huh? He'd have to keep that in mind for later. And also buy gloves.]

I could use a little luck.

...He'll be okay, right? I didn't harm him by touching him, did I?

[Why yes, he does care about the kid who speared him through the gut with a wing.]

Pretty sure I've got this.

[ The medkit is hella useful. Chris does help Cole get his shirt off, then the kit is working some figurative magic on analyzing the wound and advising treatment while Chris follows the instructions with ease. It's all thanks to this thing in his head and while that rankles, right now there's nothing he's happier for. ]

I don't really care about what Uncle Leo thinks right now, Dad. Just... stop fighting, you're probably going to make the wound worse or something.

[ At Cole's concern, Chris hesitates and finally looks back to Lloyd. He doesn't like the magic he's feeling there, good-aligned but something wrong with it and he doesn't know how to express that. Something about the task set to him amuses him, darkly, in this weird and stressful moment. All he can think of is Varric trying to repeat the same things. ]

Dwarven vows?

[All the questions were starting to cause cracks in Kaneis's calm facade. It was too many questions that he didn't know the answer of, too many questions of a topic he spent most of his time trying to forget. It was odd, technically angel didn't need to breath yet he found himself started to feel short of breath as the panic was coming forth. It'd been a long time since he was the actual center of attention anywhere, and now that he was he found himself desperately wanting to go back to being unnoticed]

[He forces himself to breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as a scowl forms on his face as he raises his voice]

Okay, could everyone just shut up for a second?!

[Right. Okay. Breath. Focus. His voice goes back to a normal volume]

Don't do any magic on him. Just...leave him alone and let him rest. If we're lucky, it'll sort itself out in a few hours.

Until then either help with Cole...or, I don't know, go do something. Whatever.

[ urk. riku is silent, watching lloyd's condition before he breathes in and turns away.

better to not clog up the air and shorten anyone's patience further, then. he picks up the cartons and drink tray, heading out of the cabin to go to the galley.

these guys are on a ship together for a reason, he's sure they can figure it out. until then, he'll, uh... babysit the pizza and soda. ]

Zelos...

[ it sounds more like a whine than anything because his yelling is certainly not helping any. really, he already hurts enough as is, he doesn't need anyone else practically yelling into his ear on top of it. but okay, things quieted down. good. he continues where he left off, which is impressive enough that he remembered where he was in the first place.

or did he skip a couple of numbers? oh, who cares. ]

"Fall down se-seven times... stand up eight."

"Play hard, p-play often."

"Lying is... th-the first step--" Nnh... "D-down the path... of thievery."

[ he's still going strong, but as he continues, his voice starts to sound mumbled, as though he were about to fall asleep. ]

[Cole goes as quiet as he can when Kaneis tells everyone to shut up, but he's still breathing hard and every so often there's a pained snarl. It hurts far more than a stab should be hurting and he doesn't really know why.

Even while Chris is working with the medkit, Cole is looking worse. His skin is pale, eyes are bloodshot, and he's sweating a fair bit. He barely notices the name Lloyd says because it doesn't really matter to his own thoughts.

Which are currently "I really should lay down now and rest" since he kind of falls back onto the floor hard enough to give off a clear thud as his head hits.]

...ow.

[ There's a lot Chris isn't paying attention to, least of all Kaneis getting pissed or Lloyd continuing to fight because Cole is getting worse. Chris moves to try and soften the blow when Cole falls; when he doesn't manage, he does place a hand on Cole's arm and shimmer them to a nearby bed before he scoots the medkit over and begins to root around in it. ]

Guess it's time to figure out how much these augments can actually be trusted, because I think I'm going to have to stitch this up, Dad.

[ But it's obvious he's worried. The rest of this reaction isn't becoming for being stabbed, especially not when the victim is half-demon. ]

[Wow. People actually...listened? Not exactly what he was expecting, but he'll be glad for it. He takes the chance to breathe, knelling down to check on Lloyd again (was he falling asleep? That's a good sign right?) when he hears that thud from Cole's head and Chris saying that. He snaps his head to look at him, and focusing on Cole.]

[His professional medical assessment? Shit. He's looking bad. Way worse than just from bleeding. Even if Lloyd was a major concern for Kaneis, he was just too much of a healer to let something pass with someone else.]

Wait, hold up before you do any stitching. Something's not right with him.

[He stands and moves away from Lloyd, taking a couple steps closer to Chris and Cole. Except he seems to stop a few feet away, hesitant. Because hey, if an angel caused this probably another angel getting close to that wound would be bad. But he's still trying to get a good look at the injury]

You're demons, right? How does your kind of demon usually react to angel magic?

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