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Fallout is difficult

Nov 16, 2011 16:13

Characters: Death the Kid, Stein, Spirit, Maka
Location: um. an apartment somewhere.
Time: Now
Style: Actionspam
Status: Closed

[After... everything that had happened, there was no possible way that Kid could go back to the house he shared with everyone else. He moved on autopilot after everything ended, went into the bubble, walked to the nearest ( Read more... )

franken stein, death the kid, maka albarn, spirit albarn

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wow tl;dr much. tagging is me // mozart // button // hydok? or whatever works for you guys is cool. patchworkdoctor November 17 2011, 01:51:04 UTC

[he hadn't been eager to find Death the Kid, that was for certain. Stein still wasn't sure how to react to what had happened to him; there certainly wasn't anyone he could ask what the proper way to react to regeneration from hideous death was in society ( ... )

witchbuster November 17 2011, 02:07:24 UTC

["Promise you'll run" he didn't say it outright, but Maka's own lack of confidence told her the meaning behind it immediately. She wouldn't be able to do anything in the situation but get killed

--again--

if there was another confrontation.

Regardless of her own anxiety compelling her to stand half behind Stein and half facing the door, though, she had her own agenda when it came to Kid. She'd talk to him even if it killed her.

Ha ha, killed her.]

Yes, I understand. [Of course she did, her father and teacher were one of the strongest weapon/meister teams at the academy.]

look who finally showed up... /lame... woe_corner November 17 2011, 04:01:21 UTC

Ah. Then let's go.

[Some part of him is tempted to add a third knock-- but that's just him being an ass. He's still not-- entirely sure what to make of all this. Other than he really doesn't want to see it happen again. Ever.]

It's okay I am sleeping hatetodismiss November 17 2011, 04:16:18 UTC

[Knock, knock. Kid twists away from the souls at the door, pulling his soul in on itself, trying to be small, trying to escape notice. He curls up physically as well, dragging the blankets over himself (muddy and blood-splattered, he hadn't changed clothes or washed himself off) and pretends that no one is there.

He's stuck running the encounters over and over in his head, replaying every sensation, every thought, every action and feeling and word.

The doors are all unlocked, he had barely had the presence of mind to close them behind him on arrival.]

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