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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.

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[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.]