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

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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

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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

[clawofsin]

That's a little more than even he expected to see.

In this state, the shaking ground beneath him isn't quite helping; it only serves to worsen the dizziness, even just a little, and he concentrates on keeping his balance. Focusing on that face, the weird glow of her eyes, and...

He remembers seeing her like this before. Once. Huddled in the dark and shaking the room all on her own, even as she reached out to him from the other side of it. It was something he'd never seen the likes of before, and knowing what she was holding back, had hoped he wouldn't see again.

Funny, hadn't he caused it that time, too?

The fog in his head lifts a little, and he realizes too that even just being knocked out by her like this might be fatal. This fight against them was pointless now, even if he had the strength to continue. In the back of his mind, he's sure he does, if only for a little bit, but... what did it matter at this point? The threat wasn't those creatures anymore. It was Priscilla.

He knows how to stop that creature, so he lets his

[yetsleeping]

...and that's when the sobbing starts. It's more from relief than anything else. Still, it takes a good minute or more seconds of tears, of gold light slowly dimming from her squeezed-shut eyes, before the ground calms, and her tousled hair falls back into place. But she trembles, just a little, as she nods.

"And you're always calling me stupid." A little sniffle. Her voice breaks, and she kicks the ground, one last outburst of frustration. "Why would you... I don't... How--!" No. Don't think about it. She pushes down another rising wave of emotion, tries not to go down that path again and think herself into another rage, or another panic. She takes a long breath, pushes her yoki down, down... until it disappears entirely again. Snuffed out like a candle's flame. Suddenly, the streets are dark and cold again

[clawofsin]

He hadn't been entirely sure that would work so easily, despite having told Deneve in no uncertain terms that he was sure Priscilla wouldn't go over her limits. He'd pulled her back once, after all, but Helen had been there too. The two of them managed it, but this time...

Well. It does work, anyway, and beyond that he isn't thinking very hard about it. Suddenly it's as if his whole body aches out of nowhere, feeling heavy. Tired. He must have misjudged himself pretty badly this time around, and no wonder. How much of that blood on the street, on the sides of the buildings, was his?

He shakes his head a little. Right, the Headquarters. He could definitely make it there on his own, at least, and it's easier to move without the ground fucking shaking the way it was. So he kicks some more parts out of the way, and--

Okay, maybe he's not that steady just yet.

"Shit," he mutters, even though he keeps his balance. It's frustrating, and a little embarrassing, and it shows when he finally reaches a hand out to her.

"Gimme your shoulder."

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Priscilla nods a little and moves closer, letting him lean his weight on her, biting back all the frustrated invectives swirling around in her head. He's light, even with all of that muscle and all of that height. Even though he towers over her like a pole, he's still so strangely fragile in that moment, and it makes her a little ill, just thinking about it, and

[clawofsin]

Senji had stayed silent the whole time, focusing on the task of just getting there, which felt... unusual, to say the least. Something as simple as reaching the Headquarters shouldn't be such an effort, and yet here he was.

And it would be a humbling trip, if he'd been thinking about anything other than keeping Priscilla calm. She seems it, now - she isn't yelling or crying, and her voice is quiet when she suggests he rests (not that he wants to), and she doesn't say anything when all the survivors turn to look at them - he must be a mess, he thinks, just before he wonders how many people didn't survive.

Then again, maybe he shouldn't think about that.

...Luckily the journey up the steps provides more than enough distraction. He almost trips when she mentions the new occupant, in that weird apologetic way of hers.

"What? What the hell are you keeping a ghost in your room for?"

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Priscilla drops her gaze, watching the steps as they ascend, and balancing his weight with her strength. Another step. She reaches the second floor and gives a little sigh. "I kind of... won her in dice game. It's a little weird. She followed me around for half a day until I dropped her off at home..." Her voice is still quiet. It's also a little tense, the way her muscles are tense. The way her mind is tense from holding back a flood of thoughts - things she can't let go of until they're alone

[clawofsin]

A dice game. Go figure. He can imagine with odd clarity Priscilla trying to shake off a ghost of all things, not being sure what to do about it. And it's funny, but the only laugh comes as a weak rush of air that isn't quite enough to break the tension

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Priscilla closes the door behind them and leans against it, her hands tucked awkwardly behind her back, her head dipped as he walks, and pauses, and comments on their co resident of the moment. And when he stops, when he asks if she can get rid of the undead thing, Priscilla nods at that, too and glances up again, gesturing to the girl in the maid uniform