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She watched him getting tortured, kicking, yelling in some ancient language, which sounded like Celtic. No matter what she did, she couldn't break free. She supposed she could if she allowed herself to lose /completely/ control, but that would result in a massacre. She wouldn't cry, though. She wouldn't show them she would. The torturers even debated about putting a needle into her to calm her down.
█⊰⚔⊱██ No matter what happened, he stayed quiet, every hit only made him not do much of anything as that copper tinge of blood hit the air. He’s not even moving to do a thing, or at first he didn’t upon deciding on one thing to do. Held down, the greaves was just certain he could always try one method upon feeling a knee to his jaw. Yes, this is hurting like hell and yes he half expected they were going to go as far as they could to attempt extinguishing his life. It did nothing, no, not as he was down and beginning to rise again. They weren’t happy to see him getting up, to watch as he moved with only the oddest of smiles appearing across his tiers. Another hit, wood against the back of his head when he fell forward, down again and kneeling before them.
The greaves still wouldn’t keep down, as hard as it was to get back up and this time he won’t stop for her sake. They’d do the same to her, torture her after he was done and leave them both for dead. Yet, he didn’t feel like it was all bad, getting himself killed defending someone until his steel heart began to ache. It hurt, because there’s so much he’s going to leave behind if he kept just letting them beat him into a bloody pulp.
All of this for a girl, a girl he felt deserved more than just what hell she was given and needed to keep going on with or without him.
Pity, he’s going to die trying to play a hero when he found himself another time, hitting the blood soaked pavement and at this point he knew that they had to be growing tired of his resistance. His resistance to just giving up, continuously trying further and further to stand up no matter how many times they kicked him, punched, broke things on him, went as far as to do more than that even, he won’t stop.
All from being a hero, nobody said that heroes didn’t have tragic endings regardless of their wishes and desires.
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[TXT] Need to bury a body, its urgent.
To - Master
From - Gil
What did you do?
Wait, more like, what didn't you do?
I swear that we need to hide the booze.
Or put a limit on strawberry sundaes.
Because you're gonna be in jail at this rate.
Or at least in the asylum.
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[text] You climbed the fence and then started crying because you were scared of hamsters, I really don’t know what you took, but you need a babysitter.
To - Rebby
From - Gilly.
Wait, what?
I'm not even scared of hamsters.
I thought they were cute!
And, maybe I had too much tequila last night.
Oh well, least I didn't do anything stupid.
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██⊰⚔⊱██ “…” Yeah, he noticed that as crimson dripped down from his cranium without a word leaving his tiers. He’s bleeding, a fight this time as much as they use to be adversaries to keep her safe after a couple drunks attempted to go a little too far with their plans in his own opinion. His lip was busted and he looked about like he went a couple rounds with Belial again like in the past; the greaves was use to that fortunately. It’s how he earned a nickname because of his fire and protectiveness of each person he dubbed important; she was considered now amongst those he would deem people to keep safe. She earned the spot, no matter the circumstance, he would stay strong for each of them and Echidna had managed this with a slow start. As much as trust isn’t shared, he owed her this for pushing to let go and start anew over a fight of being some assholes bitch for the evening.
Well, more like he knew she can handle herself and yet he moved to do it himself to stop her from pushing it. The draconic greaves was not allowing that, his oculi soon shifting to her as if to make sure whether or not if she were hurt before a flash of a pained smile crossed his tiers. He must have taken more than he would have liked when it came to blows earlier. Shouldn’t that be considered fair he went as far as to get himself that hurt over her sake? Maybe, he guessed, he isn’t certain yet. “… s’nothing I’m use to, Rebby can tell y’that.”
No kidding, him and his best friend/brother were quite the pair when out and about with whatever sort of mischief and mayhem they may involve themselves in. Now isn’t the time to think of it however, he seemed more focused on maybe taking a seat and fast, he needed time to recover without a vital star to use.
