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[ronderotarel]

When; February the 13th
Rating; R for blood and potential violence
Characters; Alois Trancy ronderotarel and Karl Fei-Ong worldofourown
Summary; Alois trusts people when he really shouldn't. These are the results.
Log;

He never went to this side of the City before. Nobody is around, and the area looks pretty abandoned. He looks around, waiting for that guy of whom he doesn't even know the name. He's kind of excited. It's the first time in years that he gets to go somewhere all by himself.

Comments

DW is giving me issues Dx

[worldofourown]

[Karl ignores Alois as he scurries away. A small loss, all things considered. His attention is focused on the glowing sword Sephiroth is pointing at him. This man's whole aura makes his hackles rise. He's too fast. Possibly...not human. His eyes narrow.]

Who...?

What are you?

Me too, it's okay!

[nohometown]

[The man pauses, and Sephiroth takes the opportunity to cast a brief healing spell. He doesn't need to glance in Alois' direction. He's aware of where he is, used to casting restorative magic in the midst of battle. The other's safety is his first concern. Now he's standing between Karl and Alois.]

I'm a SOLDIER.

[That's true enough, and it's all the information he feels the need to impart. His sword stills, but his air of readiness makes it clear that that's a temporary state.]

Limit your predation to the monsters. I won't allow this, and neither will the others here.

[worldofourown]

[If there's one thing Karl can't stand, it's being told what to do. Eyes narrowed, he takes Sephiroth in, steely demeanor and surreal weapon and all. Does he want to risk fighting with this...inhuman opponent?]

[His lips curve. Oh, yes. He does.]

I already told you. This ...

[Eye-blink fast, he swipes at Sephiroth with his claw.]

...Is not your concern!

[OOC: Let the ass-whupping begin x3]

[nohometown]

[Sephiroth has had enough.

He dodges the claw, moving far more quickly now, then swings his sword, and as he does, the pale bluish light takes on a form of its own as a beam of energy, cutting through the air like a secondary weapon, and Karl had better move quickly if he doesn't want to get cut by the metal blade or the slicing beam of light.]

[worldofourown]

[He watches the sword flash for him, and evades-- but not fast enough. The mad energy radiating off the weapon hits him like a physical force.]

Ugh...!

[He smells singed flesh and coppery blood. His own. Clutching his injured arm, Karl backs away warily. As a Chevalier, he can endure extreme physical punishment. His reaction is more outraged than pained.]

Bastard! How dare you spoil my fun!?

[Lifting his uninjured arm, he lets a barrage of red spikes fly. They zigzag through the air like deadly whistling arrows. But it is simply a ruse. Something to distract Sephiroth.]

[He needs to find a way out of here.]

[nohometown]

[Sephiroth again dodges the projectiles, and this time attacks with a fire spell, which sweeps through the arrows in a short burst.

He's not particularly interested in banter, just as he's not interested in committing murder here, so the attacks are aimed to harm rather than kill--so far.]

That's of no interest to me.

[And his sword swings again. His own expression is impassive, but his actions are not. This man is sloppy, and seemingly mad. He's had enough of madmen.]

[worldofourown]

[Karl is entirely unprepared--both for the inexplicable fire-flash that disintegrates his spikes, and for Sephiroth's sudden sword-swing.]

Wha- ?

[It's all he manages before that oversized blade bites into his torso. Blood splatters. Karl snarls aloud in anger and pain. Reeling, he staggers backward. His eyes dart frantically for an escape route.]

[There. A boarded-up window.]

[With his last burst of strength, he fires another row of spikes. They whoosh through the air, helter-skelter. At the same time, Karl lunges for the window. He can just make it!]

[nohometown]

[Another round of dodging spikes, and they're more erratic this time, but he could make it past them and pursue, press his advantage.

For a moment, Sephiroth considers it. He could likely kill him, unless the man has more strength that he's not showing--not that he isn't very strong, far more so than any ordinary human--but he reminds himself, he doesn't want to kill or make enemies here.

He'd primarily wanted to defeat him and prevent Alois from getting himself killed. He doesn't drop his guard, but he doesn't move in for another blow. Let Karl know he was allowed to escape. He didn't win his own escape.]

*I'll get you next time, Gadgeeeeet* xD

[worldofourown]

[No further attacks? Surprised as he is, Karl presses his advantage. Throwing one hateful glare over his shoulder, he swoops at eye-blink speed for the window. With a loud crash of splintering wood, he breaks through it. The cool night air rushes to greet him. In another heartbeat, he's outside.]

[Free.]

[Disoriented as he is, he can't supress the mad laugh rolling out. The sound trails eerily after him, echoing across the empty streets, as he melts into the gloom.]

[ronderotarel]

[Alois is very relieved once Sephiroth's healing spell starts working. At least now he can talk without choking on his own blood.

It's only when Karl is well out of sight that he finally takes a deep breath and calms down a little bit.]

Thank you.

[His voice is a shaky whisper. He'd like to say much more than that, to thank Sephiroth a hundred times, but he can't. He's still on the verge of a hysterical breakdown, and all he can do is cry harder.]

[nohometown]

[Maybe he should have killed him, but no... He's not the proper authority here. Perhaps if there are more problems with him in future.]

You're welcome.

[He's not a particularly comforting man, but he's not unsympathetic. He crouches down, putting himself at Alois' level.]

You said you have a home here. I'll take you there.

[ronderotarel]

Alright.

[He's crying and doesn't know what else to say. He wants to repeat "thank you", but he can't bring himself to speak.

Instinctively, he leans forward and wraps his arms around Sephiroth's neck; tightly enough to make it seem as if he were trying to strangle him.
He's always been very touchy-feely. Back home he hugged all sorts of things. Tea cans, bird cages, trunks, strangers-- yet he feels Sephiroth deserves to be hugged a little more than all those other things did.]