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The Fifth Trial

Who: ALL
When: Day 11, noon
Where: Outer Space

Come hither, Heroes. Prove thy worth.

[ That familiar silence befalls everything following the call, and just like before the third trial there’s a glittering void, points of light twinkling in the air. As you step into the space it expands, seeming to consume you, the Aurora, and all that exists in general. There’s a feeling of vertigo as this happens, frozen lights swirling all about you and once again it's all accompanied by obnoxious giggling.

This time, however, when the darkness fades, you're...

Back inside of the Aurora? No, this is actually an entirely different train. Outside the windows, you can only see wispy, dancing lights illuminating the surroundings, which you can't quite make out. The doors outside don't open. ]

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[ i know what danger looks like and i know my reaction to danger is ]

Oh, no. You don't look happy.

[ coming closer to him, looking him over discreetly for injury but otherwise flippantly pleasant in tone ]

[he is SHOCKINGLY, INCREDIBLY UNINJURED! HE'S EVEN FULLY DRESSED. he just seems. a tad dead inside.]

Yeah, that's 'cause I'm not.

[ moving to touch his wrist ]

Do you want to talk about it?

I shot 80H until she couldn't move under her own power.

[just. flatly.]

[ takes a moment or two ]

Nevermind, let me rephrase that.

Do you need a place to hide?

...Wouldn't argue with one.

Alright.

[ trying to hold his hand ]

Let me take care of it, then.

[letting cael have his hand. he doesn't have it in him to reject comfort.]

All right. Thanks.

[ gently pulling him to go back to the train, then - to the very last car ]

You aren't hurt, right?

Not a scratch on me.

[just. mildly amused, letting Cael take him wherever.]

[ opening the very very very back, you know, this is the last car, or at least it should be, but

when he opens the door, there's another car here - full of magical energy if randy can sense it, though otherwise caelestis makes a show of fiddling with the lock and opening the door to the unidentified car up ]

That's good.

[on the one hand, what the fuck

on the other hand, he cannot sense magical energy so it's possibly even MORE what the fuck,

but he's also worn enough to just. accept it. without asking.]

Mm. It was pretty dicey for a bit.

[ the interior is pretty comfy looking but without any personality: smaller and cozier than the other carriages tend to be, it looks like it's room for just one person, a bed and a couch, a door that suggests a bathroom or something but ]

This is just me guessing, but isn't it still pretty dicey? At least, between you and her.

[is this where you fucking are when you're just missing...]

...Yeah. But it always has been. We were only just getting better about it, and I ruined that handily.

[ no this is just where he's dragging people who he's catfishing to besides randy bc randy is his teammate ]

Mmm. To be honest, I don't know how you apologize or make up for shooting her.

[yeah okay fair enough.]

I'm pretty sure anything I could come up with she wouldn't accept.

Maybe what she needs is something you can't give her, then. Maybe what she needs is time.

...Maybe.

[he sounds so fucking tired.]

. . . Anything I can get for you, in the meantime?

...I don't know.

[he's sitting on that couch.]

[ sitting on him, then ]

No idea? Well, I'll make myself busy, then.

Have at it.

[settling his hands at Cael's waist]

[ moving his hands up to stroke his chin, briefly, before gently pulling his hair over his shoulder and gather it up ]

[hums a vaguely interested noise, but he's too wiped to really pursue curiosity, just letting cael do whatever.]

[ honestly he could just give him a kiss and bed him and be done with it, but he's still trying to figure out how to reorient himself. shooting someone so that he could subdue her - from what he understands of the situation, it makes sense, but he has to learn how to navigate from there. it doesn't bother him that randy did it

it doesn't bother him that randy did it

it doesn't bother him that randy did it, right?

but maybe he should tread cautiously. it doesn't bother him, but sex isn't exactly the thing to immediately go into to comfort someone at a time like this, so instead he's stroking his head, fingercombing gently against his scalp to undo his hair if it's put up ]

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