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[hot_mess_express]

Who: Heroes
When: Day 36 night
Where: Back outside the train

[Well. You’re all in some kind of. State. A rather chagrined voice mutters on the wind;]

That isn’t quite how I envisioned it going…

[At any rate! There are new stars in the sky in ginger goldenrod, thyme apple and senna terracotta.

Well how are you all doing?]

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[rolebreaker]

[ stum... bling his way to the ocean.

with his heart in his hand.

no literally, his heart has been turned into a mechanical locket and it's just beating-- ticking-- in his hand.

this is fine. he definitely looks like he's in his right mind right now. absolutely. ]

[fisherofmen]

[ actually

standing, in his way ]

Where are you going?

[rolebreaker]

[ stops. .. when did he ]

The shore. [ it's a low, almost guttural noise that vaguely resembles words. he sounds... out of it ]

Get out of my way.

[fisherofmen]

You should get that fixed, first.

[ with a gesture to his heart ]

[rolebreaker]

.... no. [ a little less rough, but still sounding forced. ]

I don't need it.

[fisherofmen]

I'm fairly sure you do.

[rolebreaker]

No. It won't stop fucking ticking.

[fisherofmen]

Is that the problem? . . . What are you going to do with it?

[rolebreaker]

... no. It's not that. [ not completely. but it's the most immediate problem. it's so fucking loud- ]



[ hold on ]

You're... short.

[desirestruth]

[what if I just shoved all the moelle cr in my mouf

what if I did that

anyways in between all her other babysitting--]

Just what do you think you're going to do with that.

[rolebreaker]

[ this might be an overdose of moelle cr but i welcome it

ras.... less so. ]

I'm getting rid of it. [ stops. ... then scowls. truth effect is the worst. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Listen, after Spark, he is ready.]

[Do I need to tackle you and steal YOUR heart too?]

[rolebreaker]

[ at least two people have waylaid him now... but he's also openly talking about just chucking his heart somewhere, so.

probably. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[....he can be a quiet mother fucker, special ops skills.]

[Can he just sneak up and]

[Take it and bolt?]

[rolebreaker]

[ no.

well, he can try and get pretty close, but it's like -- he can sense him. feel him just inches before he can snatch his heart.

and in the first place coming up from behind him, where he can't see or ascertain the level of the threat, was possibly a bad idea.

when he feels dusk come up from behind him he spins around with his arm primed to slam his elbow into the face of whoever the hell is trying to attack him ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Curse your Saint Seiya Ways.]

[At least his arm was raised, ready to grab at the heart, so he can snap up his arm to take the brunt of the blow.]

[That is a very solid arm.]

[But he isn't engaging, even if he's got a shiny new bruise.]

Hand. It. Over.

Before you do something stupid.

[rolebreaker]

[ he's already gained a foot or so distance between them before dusk's words even process.

... ha. ]

Who do you think you are, my mother?

[schrodingerscockroach]

Yeah, sure, that works right now.

Give it, Midnight. We'll be fixed soon enough.

[bondkeeper]

[ grabbing him by the hood and yanking him back ]

Wrong way, baby.

[rolebreaker]

[ god it's like he can smell her before he even hears her voice-- he spins, yanks himself away, or at least attempts ]

Not now. [ there's... a lot more urgency in his voice than usual. ]

[bondkeeper]

[ steps back to keep her balance as she's brushed off, and doesn't pursue again yet, but there's a clear readiness to her stance, up on the balls of her feet ]

C'mere. 80H said she'll take care of it.

[rolebreaker]

....... I don't need or want your teammate's help.


[ not sure what kind of response you expected Sophie ]

[bondkeeper]

Everything you want sucks.

[ chains rattle out of her sleeves and fire off for his wrists, attempting to bind them together ]

[rolebreaker]

[ without his armor it's impossible for him to outmaneuver or break her chains.

that doesn't stop him from trying, though.

the moment he hears metal he practically bounds several paces back. they go for his wrists, and he tries to twist out of their trajectory but he won't be so lucky. he can't outpace her like this, without his wings. if he gets at least one hand out, he'll grab for the chains at least, steadying himself in case she tries to pull-- ]

It's my body. My heart.

[survivaltricks]

[SPARK IS ONLY IN HIS RIGHT MIND (ish) BECAUSE DUSK SNAPPED HIM BACK INTO IT BEFORE LEAVING CLOVER'S ROOM]

[HONESTLY]

Hey! Midnight!