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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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[nofightingbears]

There are many howling cats.

And one panicking Kyo.

He can't look directly at Yrael, not for long at least.

And he knows better than to touch him.

But he can get a fire extinguisher, and keep the floor's fire from spreading.

"Yrael!"

[mogget_cat]

Smart cat.

"Kyo," he rasps out, voice crackling with something akin to static. He's mostly flame at the moment, not being able to summon the concentration to find physical shape.

[nofightingbears]

"Stay with me, God damn it!"

He's cursing again, but that only seems natural.

"I'm not loosing any more friends!"

[mogget_cat]

There's a rough, painful sound, like the cries of a wounded dog.

It's a laugh.

"I'm not... dying. I just... need time."

And a lot of blood, but Kyo is not to know that.

[killitwith_fire]

The fire attracts him, and the person it's attached to--

--Axel is by Yrael's side before he's consciously aware of moving.

"Yrael--"

[mogget_cat]

If Yrael were breathing, it would be labored and painful.

As it is, he's just in a lot of pain, and very weak. He can only hold a vague shape, still covered in the white flames of his true form. Yrael... simply can't summon enough concentration to keep his shape. What can be seen of it, however, is ragged, wavering, and covered in stains from his weeks in the narrow alleyway where he had been dumped.

He can't get up, and the floorboards aren't liking it.

"Axel," he manages. It crackles like static on the radio, marring the sound.

[killitwith_fire]

Axel offers his hand.

"What happened?" he asks. "Can I help? I have an Elixir..."

He'll ask 'Who did this?' and 'Can I help kill them?' after Yrael's okay again.

[mogget_cat]

"I... don't know if it will help any," Yrael rasps, grabbing for Axel's hand. He knows he won't burn him, and he's not getting to his feet any other way.

"What... what day is it? How long...?"