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Who: Mikleo (

nerdeology), Sorey (

monolike), Allen Walker (

save_the_souls), Zaveid (

airily), Lailah (

sansseraph), Eithan Paine (

deviances), Stefan (

stefanged), MORE TO BE ADDED
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Solrius's surface
When: forward-dated to 9/11

[Despite the destructive nature of this dastardly duo, there have been surprisingly few resident deaths as a direct result of their combined rampaging. Still, the property damage is mindboggling, and Sorey and Mikleo both have spent the past few days soaking up and sewing malevolence like there's no tomorrow. The people in their territory are terrified, homeless, helpless and hopeless. Despite the steady streams of people hunting down the boy and his dragon, no one has succeeded in killing either of them.

Sorey, more hellion than human now and growing more unstable by the hour, is beyond reason, a mass of the anger and frustration in more than ready supply by the system's inhabitants. Mikleo is nearly mindless, is no longer content to listen to orders for the sake of keeping his deteriorating partner happy. Soon, it won't be enough to just rip up trees by the roots and brutalize those coming after them.

Soon, nothing will be enough.]

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[Stefan keeps his arm steady as he observes Sorey. He doesn't waver, even as new memories echo back in the corner of his mind. He's done this thousands of times, he's coming to realize: not just with Sorey, but with Elena, with Bonnie, hell, even with his brother. This is one of the few abilities he cherishes, and perhaps the only one that swells his heart with pride. As he glances over at Sorey, Stefan's expression softens considerably.] No problem.

[No searing headaches this time, either. Maybe the gulf between Salvatore and Alesci isn't so deep anymore. As soon as Sorey's done, Stefan pulls away and watches his wound fade into his skin, as if he were never injured. Pushing his sleeves down, he turns back towards Allen.

He never wanted Mikleo to suffer like this, and well - he still owes them some back-up, no thanks to the wind.]

As will I. [Read: he's going wherever Sorey wants him to go, even if he'd personally rather follow Allen into the dragon's lair.] You tell me where you want me, akhi.

[ Healing blood... yeah, that's new. "Different vampires" has been quite an understatement so far. But he'll wonder more about that later - just add it to the ever-growing list of things to ask about that have gone down in the last 24 hours or so. Right now, there's more to be done. And also someone important to keep safe.

The others are already chiming in, and Eithan doesn't hesitate, either. ]

Me too. [ He nods. ] Sorey'll be safe, no matter what.

[I don't deserve this.

Sorey chokes back a sob and clutches Lailah's hand. Without the Shepherd's pact his strength is back to normal, and he's weak on top of that- he's absolutely a burden here, and still he wants to see Mikleo. And everyone is willing to help him do that, even after everything; Allen is being so kind, not wanting to give Sorey false hope and he'd just- He had just-]

Thank...thank you, everyone, I- I can't- [He can't thank them enough. But he can't agree to just stand back and let Mikleo be killed either; he doesn't know what he'll do, he doesn't know what will have to be done, but he still has to go. He would be denying himself if he didn't.

Trying to wipe his face try with his muddied, bloodied gloves is going to do more harm than good so instead he just turns to Allen, lifting a hand in concern, still clinging to Lailah like a child.] Allen, can you walk? Are you all right? [Sure, he looks like he's standing okay but his legs are still bandaged and the way he'd landed earlier, before Sorey had just- Okay. Okay.] Is- is everyone all right? Please run if you need to, Mik-Mikleo is my responsibility.

[There's a pause. Allen lifts his sword before planting into the ground carefully- far enough in to hold it steady for a moment. Why does he do this?

So he can lift his one arm to give Sorey a very rude gesture, of course.]

Are you joking?! Like hell I'm running from an Akuma! The only reason I went after you first is to prevent more from being made! But I'm an Exorcist! I don't turn my back on my duty because it's hard! I'll keep walking until I'm done!

And speaking as someone whose actually had to do what you're proposing? ...I'm sorry, but you don't have it in you, Sorey. It'd destroy you all over again.

Please, don't do that to yourself.

[Lailah is quiet through the whole thing, but now she'll say her piece. The look she gives Sorey is stern.]

I agree with Allen. [Her voice is firm.] This is not your responsibility, Sorey. I cannot protect you as a Prime Lord, nor do you have the strength physically and emotionally to do what needs to be done.

[She squeezes her Shepherd's hand.]

Please, Sorey, don't torture yourself and Mikleo like this. It's cruel to both of you.

[Stefan should've guessed. But he didn't, and his akhi's going for the impossible.]

I'm not running away again. [Does it count as running away if the wind had other plans??? Or if he had to wait to reset every single one of those broken bones????] Whatever happens from here on out is - [It's not quite Allen's responsibility, and sending him off to fight a dragon sounds absolutely terrible in hindsight. Nor is it Sorey's alone, so - ] is something we'll handle.

[ Allen's rude gesture gets a smirk out of Eithan. What? He can't help it~ And it stays in place when he answers, dismissive wave of his hand and all. ]

Yeah, no, I'm fine. Runnin's not really my style, anyway.

[ He's here to do whatever needs doing. That's the whole point. ]

[Sorey glances between them, at a loss. Allen, furiously defiant and probably pretty offended, if that gesture is anything to go by, legs only slightly unsteady and sword already slung back over his shoulders. Lailah, filthy and exhausted, edges of her dress singed and bloody and dark circles under her eyes. Stefan, more or less looking uninjured, but still with the remnants of dirt and blood on him from his high-velocity trip. And Eithan, blood still crusted on his face, faint purpling around his eye socket from where Lailah's magic hadn't been able to completely heal him.

It's cruel to both of you.

Underestimating the will of the people around him- trying to shut them out, trying to- to do exactly what he's doing now is what got them into this mess in the first place.]

I-

[Sorey stops himself, sets his jaw and sniffs hard.]

...right. Let's go.

[He squeezes Lailah's hand and turns, waits for his friends to move and follows behind Allen to where Mikleo is.

Hold on. I'll be there soon. Hold on, Mikleo.]

Edited (hey don't pay attention while i edit forty times) 2016-09-13 06:29 (UTC)

[Offended's a decent word for it. Or miffed, rather. Telling Allen Walker to run from an Akuma. Just who the hell does he think he is-

His cursed eye springs to life. Anyone looking at him will see his left eye turn red and black again, with a lens appearing in front of it. Allen stares off into a distance, trying to gauge what his eye is seeing.]

There's no need to go anywhere.

[He grabs to pull his sword out of the ground, making sure he's armed.]

He's headed right for us.

Edited 2016-09-13 13:31 (UTC)