knightofratatosk | Entries tagged with dammit ow

[The journal picks up a bit of coughing as Emil's hand bumps it and knocks it open in his frantic search, followed by some mumbling.]

... w-wait, I think I found it.

[He coughs again, then clears his throat.]

Can anyone hear me? Fina and I... we were in my house, and... I-I think it collapsed. Please... someone help us! It's getting hard to breathe in here... please hurry!

[He sounds close to panicking as he coughs again.]

Get us out of here...

[Anyone in the grocery store will be treated to a battered, bloodied Emil (la la ongoing thread, oops) stumbling inside and slamming the door shut behind him, leaning back against it in a desperate hope that Yuber will think twice about following him into a building where other people might be taking refuge. When several moments pass and there is no attempt to open the door, Emil slides down it into a sitting position on the floor and takes a few deep breaths. He's clearly in bad shape; multiple wounds are bleeding heavily, and he bears the marks of several fire and lightning spells as well.

At last he stirs and reaches over for his journal, which he dropped on the floor in his haste. His voice is shaky and strained as he says one thing:]

I think... I think I need some help.

[Sunset finds Emil trudging back to the village after having spent the previous day and a half trying in vain to break the barrier in an attempt to get Richter and Tenebrae back. He's obviously exhausted, and his shoulders and upper arms are covered in bruises from where he slammed himself against the barrier once he realized hitting it with his sword wasn't going to work. Clearly he's not his usual cheerful self right now; in fact, he seems almost on the verge of tears.

Feel free to run into him as he heads back home.]

[It's been a few days since Emil was returned from his Mallynapping, and while he's still kind of out of it from pain and loss of blood, he's recovered enough to have some visitors. Right now he's just resting in the clinic and being very bored when he isn't sleeping.]

[OOC: Open post, anyone is welcome to come visit the kid and cheer him up a bit!]

[Near the edge of town is a small blue-clad heap lying motionless near some bushes. He appears to be rather the worse for wear: in addition to the typical cuts and bruises from a kidnapping, one wing is somewhat mangled, missing a bunch of feathers and bleeding heavily. That's the most obvious injury, though there may be more. He's curled up into a sort of protective ball...]

[The journal falls open to record the sounds of a struggle in the background.]

L-let her go right now! I won't let you hurt her!

[Running footsteps and a yell, a sharp clang of metal against metal, a yelp of pain, and then a heavy thud. When Emil speaks again, his voice is lower, more dangerous. Yep, that's Ratatosk.]

Get the hell away from me! You picked the wrong person to mess with... Ain Soph Aur!

[There is a crashing sound, followed by a sharp cry of pain from Ratatosk... and then silence. The journal now lies abandoned in the partially-destroyed kitchen of Musette's house.]

[OOC: Emil and Musette have both been kidnapped. When will they be back? NO ONE KNOWS. Dun dun dun.]

[His voice is tired and shaky, but with an obviously forced cheerfulness.]

I, um... i-if I did anything to hurt anyone during this experiment, I-I'm really sorry. Everyone else is okay, r-right? Some of the things people got turned into were pretty scary.. I'm g-glad this is all over with.

I-I hope we don't have another experiment like that any time soon. I think I liked the ones that didn't involve being changed into anything b-better.

[Filtered to Richter // 25% unhackable]

Would it, um... w-would it be okay if I came home now?

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[OOC: Yeah, the kid is stammering like crazy because he's sitting out in the snow without a coat. Ratatosk, you are a genius.]

[It was over. Everything was over now. And once again, much as it was after they had dealt with Diavolo, Emil finds himself limping back home, exhausted and in pain and vaguely sick at the realization that they'd had to kill Zelman to end all of this. Although he wasn't the one who struck the killing blow, it still distresses him to know that he played a role in the whole thing. At least everyone is safe now... right? He takes his journal out and opens it to ask.]

I-is everyone all right? It's... we stopped Zelman. It's over now... [His voice is tired, shaky, with a slight note of disbelief.]

[Now he just hopes he can make it home without collapsing first.]

[The sound of sheets rustling a bit]

... oww! It still hurts... nngh... how long was I asleep?

[A few moments of silence]

Where's Richter? I hope he's all right... this is all my fault...

(OOC: The kid just woke up in the clinic after tangling with Diavolo a few days ago... if you speak to him, he won't remember any details of the battle at all due to being in Ratatosk Mode for the majority of it.)

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