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Who: Kiryuu and ANYONE
When: Day 19, Morning
Where: Licorice Cabin and into the Lounge Car/Dining Area

[ Kiryuu has been gone for just under a week, which... is probably alarming, but maybe not as alarming as when he comes out, demonic tail lashing anda sort of feral look on his face. He's not looking to talk, and he starts lurching toward the nearest person as soon as he sees them.

He starts out in Licorice's car but he's kinda slow to start, so he might have made it out! Either way, he begins to get a little better after a bite and can be found laying on the floor in the dining car, probably a little bloodier than anyone has a rightto be when there isn't a trauma game. ]

[ CW: Possible Cannibalism and Violence! ]

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[ Seems startled for a moment and then immediately tries to throw her to the side with a wing ]

Don't interfere.

[she ducks back to avoid the arm of his wing, but then she's stomping right back into his space, jabbing her finger at his chest for emphasis]

Absolutely not! Sit down, shut up, and explain where exactly you get off attacking that poor boy!

Where's your loyalty? Get out of my way so I can finish this murderous wretch. I will not ask again.

No! Neither of you gets to murder today!

That's not your decision.

[ Calls forth more ice spikes around them ]

[shoving past to stand between him and kiryuu]

I am making it my decision! We're trying to save the world here, and you're being as bad as everything out there right now! He's defenseless, you already won, you jerk!

I'm not giving him the chance to become dangerous again!

[ Grabbing for her with his claws ]

[raises her hand warningly, she WILL slap him again if he touches her]

If you kill him, I’ll buy his revival, and you will never set foot in Thyme again.

How dare you defend that monster! He was intent on ripping our throat out!

No. Back off.

Edited 2019-04-17 17:38 (UTC)

You leave me no choice.

[ Grabs her arm to yank her back ]

No! Isildur!

[the name has the weight of a command, and it’s the only real warning he gets before 800 surprisingly solid pounds of poltergeist slams into his side]

[ The sudden weight pitches him sideways entirely too fast, unbalanced by his spread wings, as the side of his head rocks against the ground ]

[yelps and rushes forward, crouching down next to him. the ghost of Isildur retreats, eddying around Eliza in a cold shapeless fog.]

Oh no, I didn’t mean— Felix??

Edited 2019-04-19 15:02 (UTC)