[Closed... unless you want Priscilla to dismember you in a fit of pique.]

[yetsleeping]

Who: Priscilla (honorablesecond) and Senji (clawofsin)
When: JUNE 29. EVENING. YEAH!
Where: The street ---> HQ
Format: Prose, Present Tense.
What: Senji's ridiculous and is getting himself killed fighting too many zombies using his own blood. Priscilla goes to get him because if she doesn't, she's going to accidentally level the damn city in her worry.
Warnings: I

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[clawofsin]

The dizziness is getting to him. It's making his stance just a little uneven, and his swings just a little bit off. Not enough to make him ineffective, at least not yet. And with everyone telling him to pull back, to forfeit, those goddamn questions, it only makes him press his attacks even harder in spite of the cloudiness in his head.

He knew his limits. This couldn't be it. He could still go a little longer... he's sure of it. It's what pushed him away from the wall where he'd been leaning, back into the fray with slightly unsteady feet.

And when he hears something coming he doesn't think about it, much. It's more of those creatures maybe, or just his imagination, something unimportant. He thinks that right up until fresh blood hits him and the thing he was attacking suddenly isn't there anymore.

Which makes him stumble a little.

"God-- fuckin' dammit, what are you doing?" he snaps, and that's when that new sound reaches him - painfully familiar, by now, that cry - and he stops entirely. Did she just insult him?

Are her eyes glowing?

"...Priscilla?"

[yetsleeping]

Yoki release is strange, too, in a way. Something she rarely does, except in the most controlled way. Part of her practice, her attempts to gain the experience she'll need to avoid awakening. So a little here, and a bit there. Never more than she could handle.

Now, the yoki crashes inside and outside of her like waves, stirring the air and shaking the stones underfoot. Her emotions are like waves, too - tumultuous and raging, surging. The tears fall down her cheeks, and her hands are tight fists as she moves closer to him - slowly. Her footsteps leave cracks in the stone.

She steps in front of him, within arm's length. Close enough for the glow to illuminate the veins raising along the sides of her face, and the silvery tears forming in her eyes.

"Idiot. Idiot. I can't... I can't even talk to you. I can't..." Crash. The yoki swells inside her again, hitting the area like a force bolt, stirring her hair like a gust of wind. Priscilla makes a strangled, frustrated sound and squeezes her eyes shut, forcing it down again just as her face begins to distort, just a little.

She opens her eyes again just as she says, "We're going to the Headquarters. I swear, Senji, if you argue with me, I will knock you out."