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[consumeation]

Characters: Kei and anyone else
Date: 1/30
Location: Around Aifaran
Situation: Kei has just arrived and he is in very bad shape, both physically and mentally. Please help him.
Warnings/Rating: Well, he's dying, so.


There's a man staggering down the street, barely staying upright, ominous green sparkles emanating from his body. He doesn't seem to have really registered that this is not where he should be, but perhaps him seeming not-quite-solid has something to do with that. As he walks, he mutters the same word under his breath again and again and again. From a distance it's inaudible, only noticeable because his lips are moving, but closer up you might be able to make out the word, "Belial-sama".


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[consumeation]

[Kei collapses to his knees next to her, not quite registering her talking to him as he continues repeating "Belial-sama" under his breath.]

[justsomeshrimp]

[Lobco's brow furrows further when the man collapses and she twists her hands in the air before leaning down. Her hand reflexively goes to her side where she usually has a pouch of potions only to remember she didn't have that with her.

Belial-sama? Is that someone if importance here? The shrimp hasn't the faintest clue and the injured..human? doesn't seem to be aware of her presence, instead lost in thought.]

Hey. Hey there. [Her voice softens as she wills herself to calm down.] Are you looking for Belial?

[consumeation]

[At the mention of Belial's name he stops repeating that name, looking up with a devastated expression. One hand reaches out to try to grasp whatever he can reach.]

Belial-sama... was I useful?...

[justsomeshrimp]

[Ouch. Something there resonates with Lobco. She hasn't the faintest idea who Belial is--are they some sort of figure of authority in this world? Just someone this person knows? Yet the way that he asks that reminds her a little of her own situation with Chlomaki. She wants so desperately to be useful to her witch, to anyone really, and that's why she's able to reach out and gently take his hand when ordinarily she would be adverse to even such an innocuous contact.]

[What does she say? Lobco values truth and honesty to a high degree, and she can't exactly answer such a question without having any idea of what was going on...yet more than honesty, compassion was needed.]

I have no doubt that you were, and that you are.

[consumeation]

[Relief washes over his expression. Finally... that one sentence is something he's been seeking for years through all his nonetheless unwavering loyalty.

Even not quite having all his faculties about him, as the green sparkles increase in number and his hand becomes less solid in "Belial's", he knows he's dying.]

Master... Please, if you've won...

["Stay with me." But even now, he can't get the words out.]

[justsomeshrimp]

[It's getting harder for him to speak, it seems, which means he's getting worse. As much as Lobco wants to comfort him there really doesn't seem to be time for that right now.]

Let's head somewhere to get you patched up, okay?

[Despite her small height, Lobco is certainly stronger than she looks and she shifts her arms so she can carry him. She's slow in her movement, fearing that appyling pressure anywhere would cause him pain.]

Pardon my..intrusion.

[consumeation]

[He's much lighter than he should be for his height, so it shouldn't take terribly much effort for her to carry him. He doesn't put up a fight; in his mind he's being carried in the much larger hand of Belial.]

Master...