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[mogget_cat]

The Yrael that staggers heavily through the door is almost too bright to look at, flickering like a faulty florescent light. What is left of his usually spotless clothes is ragged, stained with weeks of dormant existence in a New Orleans alleyway

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[loyaltyinmotion]

Jason blinks up at the door, a hand flying up to shield his eyes. He can barely see, but he knows that scent.

"Shit..."

He hurries over, stopping just short of Yrael. "Yrael? What happened? Are you ok??"

The form he can see through his squinting eyes doesn't look ok.

[mogget_cat]

"I'm... here," Yrael says, very slowly. Painfully. "At the very least."

His shape wavers as he tries to take human shape, but the effort doesn't work. He can't concentrate even that much, though he knows what danger he's putting the patrons in, just being in his true form in the bar.

Yrael isn't used to pain, any more.

[loyaltyinmotion]

Jason blinks again, then gives up trying to find him in the light. Because he is the light.
"You sound like shit."

[mogget_cat]

There's a rough sound, like a laugh.

"If... it's any consolation?" There is an effort on the Bright Shiner's part to get to his feet. "I feel like shit, too."

[nitro_is_ace]

You know, for someone who often gets herself in a similar predicament, Ace is awfully intolerant of other people getting themselves more than half killed.

A small pyro crouches beside Yrael, and eyes him, sighing.

"I'm not sure if I should lecture you, or just let Spoon do it."

[mogget_cat]

"Spare me," comes the crackling, pained voice.

The irony's there, in the tone, if you tilt your head and squint.

[nitro_is_ace]

"Isn't that sommat y'should've said earlier?" She asks, and shakes her head. "You've done quite a number on y'self. C'mon, up an' at'm, fluffy, before the Loompas get pissy 'bout the scorch marks."

[mogget_cat]

"Had no one to... say it to," he says, roughly. There is, however, an effort to get to his feet.

If he were breathing, his breathing would be laborious.

[walksindeath]

See, the thing about stretching your sense to get past the buzz of the everyday sense of Death in Milliways is that you notice when there's a fluctuation in the normal levels of the magic in this place.

Sabriel turns around in her seat, frowning and rubbing the back of her neck at the sudden presence of jarring, irritating free magic, searching for the source, and tesing in sudden worry...

[mogget_cat]

The source is that bright thing burning up the floorboards nearest the door: the big, bright, half-flame and half-human-shaped thing trying to pull itself to its feet.

It seems to be hurt badly, having just fallen through the doorway into the bar.

[walksindeath]

Sabriel can see that it isn't quite right, isn't full strength from years of training, and yet...

She also knows, deep down, that it isn't something she's trained to fight against, something quite beyond her in it's shining power and...

"Mogget?"

The terror that is purely a girl just out of school and facing something unknown and impossibly powerful is rising, blanking out Charter spells and Bell combinations and even the few, perilous Free Magic techniques she knows, leaving her frozen on her seat and searching for a solution that just isn't coming...

[mogget_cat]

That name hasn't been spoken in this bar for years.

It gets his attention. Boy does it ever.

She's something to focus on, a reason to try just that much harder to get to his feet. He knew she was here, of course.

What bad timing.

"Abhorsen," it rasps, the voice crackling like static on the radio.

[boundxkitty]

Elizabeth squinted at the brightness from the door as she looked up to see what new thing had come through the door.

"Yrael!" A heartbeat later she's up and off the couch, ending at Yrael's side a few moments later. "What happened?" She's not the type to ask if someone is alright if it's evident they aren't. And she's never seen him like this, so she's assuming he's not.

[mogget_cat]

"Don't... look!" he says slowly, shying away from her. Not that it will make a difference to the bright heat he's putting out. Even that movement looked like it hurt.

[boundxkitty]

There's the smallest growl though whether it's at him for the words and shying away or the fact that he's causing himself pain by the action is hard to tell. Her eyes don't shift from their squinting into the brightness that is her friend. "Already looking." Is her automatic, smartass reply.

A moment later, she shifts a little. The urge to put a hand on him is strong, but she's holding it in check. It wouldn't do well to burn herself on him. No answer to her question leads to a new question. "What can be done to help, Yrael?" He's really not getting rid of her.

[mogget_cat]

"I can't heal retinal burns," he growls back, voice crackling like static electricity as he tries to get to his feet.

With the sacrifice of one nearby chair, which doesn't burn pretty.

"Nothing here... I think. Mostly, Milliways will give me time."

[lasthalfmile]

The light doesn't blind him as he looks up.

It can't. He's already dead.

Dan's moving from his chair and walking, quickly, then kneeling, he can feel the heat (and he actually feels, as faint as it is it's there and it makes him pause a moment) before he holds out his hands.

"Let's git you up."

[mogget_cat]

There's a pained and painful sound, like a dog in pain.

It might be a laugh.

"You... think the Dead don't burn as easily... as the living?" Especially Milliways Dead, who might as well be living.

[lasthalfmile]

He died failing to protect someone.

"Don't know. Don't really care t'be honest with you."

It's that sound of pain that does it.

[mogget_cat]

That won't make Yrael take his hands.

"Not a policy likely to keep anyone alive long," he rasps, trying to get to his feet without help. It doesn't go well. "Even if they're already dead."