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Characters: Vincent Valentine, Rion Steiner, anybody else joining EPIC CRAB ADVENTURES
Content: After a couple months of being trapped in a musty old basement, Vincent finally re-emerges into the outside world.
Location: The former Meteor Mansion - Spring Street
Time of day: Evening
Warnings: Violence, some blood, and craaaaaaaabs.

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With enough makeshift Delmetor capsules in his pouch, Rion knew better than to set out unprepared these days. The PPECs he had preserved up until now weren’t enough to keep him fully safe, and it would take a lot more than a few shots of Nalcon or some bursts of Red in order to fend for himself.

James had shown him how to do it once. Create a makeshift flamethrower out of hairspray and a lighter. Not only did this preserve any Red he had left in him, but it also was a delight to hear the smoldering of flames and the squealing of the nasty creatures. They tried to take him down. They should have known better. Sure, they had proven to be a bigger pain than they used to, and these were nothing compared to armored guards or the Rabbits and the arabesque. Nothing Rion hadn’t faced before.

Now, being blind while facing them... He would be lying if he said it wasn’t difficult. However, at this point he had gotten so used to being unable to see that he became sharper at paying attention in general. He could hear their movements, and yeah,

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'Shit. Not this again.'

Sounds of battle were enough to draw him out of a half-conscious stupor, only to be met with the unpleasant sight of sharp, daggerlike claws mere inches from his bloodied face. He tried to stand, tried to get up, but the broken arm snapped in protest and he bit back a yelp, deep red eyes narrowing at the boy fighting for his life before turning to the looming monster.

Drip.

Drip.

The fingers of the gauntlet clicked metallically. Kill it. Tear out the eyes.

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Not long after he had taken out the one, Rion picked up the sound of someone being disturbed by yet another one of the monsters. He turned his head in that direction, catching where it was, as well as the one being attacked. Male. Sounded to be an adult. He was on the ground. The only stench of blood he sensed was the monster gore, not people. But his senses were picking up a mixture of several things, so Rion couldn’t tell if he was injured based on what little sense of perception he possessed

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Broken arm flopping uselessly against the concrete, the splash of human blood pooling under his damaged body, the former science experiment crawled forward when the monster did, nearly vomiting when the city itself seemed to tip him forward, darkening his vision in a pain-filled haze.

Bang.

It was after the popping crack of a elbow and the heavy sound of a adult male thudding limply against the concrete that he heard it. The sound of a gun. Rifle.

But it was dead now.

Dead.

Go to sleep.

MIND BULLETS. That's telekinesis, Kyle.

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The following scene since promised one thing, and that was an undisturbed reprieve. Rion’s head ached now more than ever. His lip started bleeding, and he could feel the warm trickling down the edge of his mouth and the metallic taste on the tip of his tongue. He wiped it off with the back of his sleeve, as he started approaching the corpse of the creature he had killed...

Only to bump into something. He shifted, turning his eyeless face downwards at whatever it was, in case if it was moving or talking or, worse case scenario, it got up and attacked. Rion readied the wooden plank just in case if it came to that, not particularly in the mood for any more fighting than he’d already endured, but wouldn’t roll over and die if it was convenient.

Whatever it was, it wasn’t moving. Dead? Only one way to find out.

He gave it a light, tentative nudge with the tip of his boot. And when that didn’t register a response, he decided to give it a brief kick in what seemed to be some ribecage.

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The blow to his rib was enough to suck him back into his body, a wet, phleming cough spraying out through cracked, dry lips. Feeling the burning taste of vomit, along with the coppery blood feel, the red-cloaked man scowled weakly and spit, not particularly caring where it landed.

Tired, heavy, stiff, sore, and feverish, he carefully rolled onto his back, attempting to blink through the darkness to stare up at his 'savior'. Looked like a kid... heh. Embarrassing, that.

"...hey." He heaved out dryly.

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Oh, so it wasn’t dead. And it was a person after all. Two things that Rion was still debating could be considered a plus or not. He wasn’t feeling particularly social right now, especially after killing.

Still it would seem mortally wrong to just leave someone here without seeing that they’re all right. Although if his actions said anything, Rion was feeling in as much as a nurturing mood as he was in a social one.

“You’re alive. Congrats.” The eyeless boy replied casually.

Being blind, he couldn’t tell how bad a shape the guy was in. Conversely, though, he sounded like shit, which told him something.

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Lips were moving. Talking. But he'd only caught a couple words that the boy was saying. Not really finding anything important about it, he simply shook his head, regretting the action immediately. His head swam, though he couldn't even bring his good arm up to cease the spinning.

"...alive. Right." He mumbled hoarsely, leaning his head back against the cold rock. He'd have to get up soon. But...

Wincing as the broken arm was dragged along, he added. "...you know how to set and splint bones?"

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A brow rose. Was this guy serious?

“Do I look like someone who’d know that?”

No. He actually looked more like somebody who had just gone on a massacre, covered in blood and gore as Rion was. He was a killer. Not a medic or a Healer. And while he knew Garnet, he didn’t know how to get a hold of her right now. That made this guy a little out of luck.

Rion was a mess. He didn’t have to be able to see himself in order to realize that. He should really go clean up before this looked worse than it already was.

The guy sounded like he might be able to get up. He took care of the monster. He was done here, right?

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Too good to be true, huh? Ah well. It was worth a shot, even if the answer was expected.

He didn't need to necessarily get up right away. Not after everything that had happened. If the boy wanted to leave him there, that was alright. It'd been such a long time since the last time he'd found the opportunity to rest, and since... well, the majourity of the crabs had backed off, he was fine.

Ignoring the waves of pain and nausea, he fell silent, feeling himself beginning to doze once more. Just a short nap.

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All inclinations told him to just walk away. However, there were the factors on the matter that outsiders weren’t exactly Manhattan’s best friends right now. Rion shouldn’t care, and in fact, he really didn’t. It seemed too human for him to do so.

What would Lilia have said if she found out? Sure, the guy sounded to be in pain, but he also didn’t sound like he was ready to die yet, either. Between cruelty and inhumanity, treating someone the same way Rion was neglected made him no different than the one who tore out his eyes.

The sudden, sharp pang in his chest made him frown a little.

“Hey.” Rion grunted as he kicked the guy again. He sounded like he was going to fall asleep. Not a good sign, at that, if he had something like a concussion.

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A pained grunt sounded from his own throat as the kick came again, and the man sighed in some exasperation at being woken up once more. Really, it wasn't that bad... a few moments of rest and he'd seek out Lucrecia for help with the arm.

Mostly since it'd get in the way of fighting.

Focusing whatever energy he could muster, the ex-Turk made a weak grab for the boy's ankle with the bloodied gauntlet, frowning in faint disapproval. "...kick me again and you won't have anything to kick with." He whispered.

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It felt strange to be particularly helpful to anyone, especially after all that had happened during his time in Manhattan. Rion also wasn’t in the best condition himself, either, received gotten a pretty nasty gash in his abdomen from one of those things a few days ago.

“If you’re good enough to humor me, then you’re well enough to live.” Rion casually wrenched his leg away from the man’s tired grasp. He was too weak to hold onto the boy anyway.

There were some buildings around here, he knew that much. One of them had to have terminals of some sort, which Rion could use to call someone. There were a few doctors still around, weren’t there?

Free from the man’s grip, the boy turned away and started leaving. “Don’t go anywhere.” That last statement had a bitter tone of sarcasm in return, as Rion ventured into one of the buildings to look for a computer to contact someone with.