¤8th DISCOVERY [voice/video]

[livedtwolives]

No-

This is not right. I saw him. I smelled him, the dead thing- where--

[fumbling with the device that he discovered on his person, the video clicks on and he's squinting down at it, looking annoyed. he's never seen so much as a light switch in his life, k? D:]

"The devil will show you bright things, many colors."

[ooc: hopping on memoryloss

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[Action]

[motorcyclehero]

[as terrible luck would have it, the Rider's patrolling in that general area, and he's not exactly aware of Connor's amnesia]

Connor. [sounds genuinely pleased to see him, awww. Pulls up nearby and gets off his bike] Hello.

[Action]

[livedtwolives]

[n-nooo, Rider D:]

Steven.

[reaches up over his shoulder for a sword - except there is no sword because Connor does not generally carry them to work ok? when he doesn't find one there he just levels his fists and curls his lip.]

You can call me the Destroyer.

[Action]

[motorcyclehero]

[you can almost hear his heart breaking as the fire goes blue instantly and there's some disapproval there, too, but you prolly couldn't tell from like, the exact shade of blue and Connor probably doesn't care]

..what? [okay, this is not the bffl who helped him out when he was an insane chick and later just an insane demon, and...and.. hm. So the Rider does the really smart thing and moves, uh, towards Connor/Steven]

Are you hurt?

[Action]

[livedtwolives]

[... wh-what, it's asking if he's- Connor Steven glances down to see if he is (today has been confusing, k) and is startled to find, you know, clothes. instead of sewn-together animal skins, cough.] I-

[realizes the giant skeleton on fire is all up in his biz now, shit it must have been a clever distraction! D< j-jams the stake he found in his pocket into the Rider's rib...cage, shush he hasn't worked out that stabbing a guy with nothing but bones isn't exactly going to work] No. I'm not.

[Action]

[motorcyclehero]

[The Rider grunts--more out of surprise or confusion or annoyance, like if someone hits into you on the sidewalk when they had like a mile of space, and you're thinking "dude wtf did I ever do to you", almost exactly like that, in fact.]

Hey!

[stumbles back a step to get clearance enough so he can yank the stake out, thank you, and tosses it to one side] Don't do that, Connor.

[he can absolutely forgive it though, in light of dim memories when he was a lady and he was ..worried, and genuinely grateful for Connor's presence. Plus he can't backhand an innocent person, it would go against everything he stands for.] You forgot me.

[Action]

[livedtwolives]

[D: th-that just makes him angrier.]

Steven!

[totally isn't getting that he's not fighting back, he just figures GR is... slow, or a mortally wounded!!1, or something. lifts up whole leg at the knee, and kicks out to hit where he shoved the stake; figures it'll hurt the most]

I never knew you.

[Action]

[motorcyclehero]

[gravelly snarl, stumbling backwards at the kick and falling across his bike--which tumbles back with a clatter on the street. And so sits there for a moment, getting facts together: this sucks, Connor = Steven?, he's being judged for his appearance!, he can't attack, and wouldn't even if he could.]

Hmmmpf. Did too.

[and with that, retreats back and lets Johnny out, with the hope that this is all just a human misunderstanding, and that humans can best sort it out, so then he can have his friend back.]

...Um. [thanks, Rider, really appreciate this] C--...Steven. Right. Just take it easy, huh?

[Action]

[livedtwolives]

[lkdjfa pause for a very obvious mental ??!?, because this guy is totally human and that is not kosher on the to-kill scale. especially not the unwittingly possessed, not that Steven knows much about that. enough to stop with the hitting, at least - for the moment.]

You're- ... you're human.

[Besides Holtz, he's never seen another one before. D:]

[Action]

[motorcyclehero]

[rubs head, appreciating the lack of hitting, and gets up]

...Yeah. [blink] Wow, you really don't remember... My name's Johnny. We were--kinda friends, maybe? A little. The Rider saw more of you, actually...

Look, are you ok? Do you need a ride home?

[Action]

[livedtwolives]

[staring, squinting, shifting awkwardly; muscles tense--] I... don't understand.

[and it's true. up until this point, everything had always been black-and-white; his whole world revolved around Angelus. literally, everything. he had come so close to doing everything he needed to, to making his father proud - so close, there are no words; he jumped through the portal and saw the dead thing surrounded by his followers ... only to have it disappear before his eyes. all he has now, in its place, is some weird magic talking box and a strange man who was a skeleton just a few seconds ago.]

I don't know you.

[Action]

[motorcyclehero]

[Johnny's slowly realizing this is more than "a ride home" can deal with, honestly. Looks around, thinking to himself--if Connor's forgotten everything, that includes the City, and everyone in it.]

A lotta stuff happened, I know you don't have any reason to trust me... but I kinda am your friend and I don't wanna see anything bad happen. [totes sincere look] --Um. [characteristic pause of organizing-thoughts] ....Steven.

Let me take you somewhere you can get a hot meal and a good night's sleep and we'll figure the rest out in the mornin', huh? [intending to walk there, too, the bike will come home of its own accord, creepily enough]

[Action]

[livedtwolives]

[D: sry Johnny, you could be less sincere than a used car salesman and Connor wouldn't be able to tell the difference.]

..... Alright.

[he may or may not be also biding his time, waiting for the demon to come back out. he understands nothing else, here, save for that. ... though he will definitely have to find a way to make better weapons. or find them, either one. if the steak wasn't sufficient, he'll have to try cleaving it in half next.]

... Where?

[Action]

[motorcyclehero]

[fffff poor guileless Connor]

My place. [that should so not sound like it does, but he can't phrase it any other way]