Bonding
The safety of Uriel's loved ones was all he could think about. Gabriel, Nanna. Morgan on another floor, his brothers spread throughout the hotel. As his phone had been misplaced, he couldn't reach out to anyone, and focused on keeping ghostly hands off of him. He couldn't protect anyone if he didn't watch out for himself. That was a lesson he'd had to learn: sometimes, he had to focus on his own safety first.
His weapon was only a splintered chair leg, gripped tightly in his left hand. But it did nothing to help him when a force came up from behind and slammed him into the wall, knocking the air from his lungs. The chair leg slipped from his fingers, but upon being released, he was immediately down in a crouch and rolling to the side to swing at whatever had trapped him.
Despite his strength, the leg was wrenched from his grip, and in a manner of seconds, it was connecting with the side of Uriel's head. The dazed angel didn't tumble just yet, but his back hit the opposite wall hard enough to knock out whatever air remained in his lungs. Only upon trying to move from it did the blow come from the other side, effectively knocking him off his feet. This time he fell, unconscious before he hit the carpet.
The chair leg was dropped next to his hand, that ghoulish figure drifting off down the corridor for its next victim.
~*~
When the beings governing their lives in this latest debacle had not only made the place go dark again but split them up, Baldr's first thought was that he needed to get back to where Nanna was. He'd considered sending her some sort of message through the forums, but as he pulled out his phone to do so something attacked him. The shadowy women had seemed upset as they chased him through the hallways, and by the time they stopped Baldr was more lost than before and needed a break.
He walked down the nearest corridor, using his phone as a flashlight to guide his way, trying the occassional door to see if any of them would open. The few rooms he'd peeked in didn't have his beloved in them, so he continued walking while keeping a lookout for any ghosts that might seek to do him harm. He would find her, if it was the last thing he did.
Another new hallway stretched before him, the prospect of checking all the rooms a bit daunting but making sure Nanna was safe gave him the strength to continue. As he started up one side he barely avoided tripping over something, which on closer inspection turned out to be Carmine's unconscious form. Crouching down next to him, Baldr took a moment to check and make sure the other man still had a pulse. There was the suspicion he could be dead, but thankfully he was not.
It took less than a minute for him to realize he had to get Carmine someplace safe, and while picking him up wasn't easy Baldr managed
~*~
The archangel didn't stir when he was moved, remaining limp enough to convince anyone that he could be dead. But his chest still moved, and his pulse still beat. Uriel wasn't going to get crossed off the list just yet if he could help it. Enough people had lost their lives, but if it was God's will for him to leave, then he would accept it, as would, he knew, his brothers. His other family would likely take it harder, though he believed they would understand in time.
And so he would trust Baldr to keep him safe. That much he could do.
~*~
The Norseman knew he had to move quickly, and find a place where he could keep the other man safe until he could either get him medical help or he came around. Baldr knew basic first aid, but he had no idea what might have knocked out Uriel and just how extensive his injuries were. Making his way into one of the abandoned rooms, he carefully laid Nanna's cousin on the bed, before setting about securing the room.
Once all that was done, he pulled a chair over next to the bed so he'd be there if and when Uriel came to.
~*~
Uriel's lashes fluttered open within ten minutes, dazed blues soon staring up at the ceiling. Soon enough they focused on Baldr's face, but not with much clarity. The room and bed were unknown to him, and the question about how he even got there had yet to hit him.
"Baldr," he murmured, unintentionally using the man's deity name instead of his mortal one. His head was killing him. "Connie?"
~*~
Baldr's attentions had been focused on scanning the room, making sure nothing was attempting to come in or sneak up on them. He glanced up when he heard Uriel's voice, nodding slightly as he moved closer, pleased to see the other man awake.
"Carmine," he answered softly. "I'm not sure where Connie is, we got separated by whoever sent us here. How are you feeling?" He wasn't going to ask what happened.
~*~
As an answer to that, Uriel merely closed his eyes, angling his head away. He'd heard the question, but it hadn't had time to process. His concussion was quick to settle in as the headache throbbed at his temples, the pain of it taking up much of his attention. With a badly coordinated hand, he reached up to touch his hair, fingering the blood there. When he spoke, his words were soft.
"If you find her... tell her I'm not who I say I am."
Before he could speak another word, the hand dropped back down to the bed as he faded back into unconsciousness.
(backdated to 10/30)