21st Combo - [Video]

[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd's face is pale, panicked, when the video feed turns on.]

Guys, we have a problem. Cruxis is here.

[He swallows.]

And so is Kratos. He's taken over. It isn't Yggdrasill anymore, it's him. He's-

[His eyes abruptly widen, no longer looking at the Dreamberry but something off screen.]

Damn it, they're back!

[There's a flash of steel as he pulls a sword out, then the feed abruptly turns off.]


[ooc: Backdated to after this.]

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[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd grimaces in pain as Emil tightens the scarf around him, a strangled sound making its way from his throat. The expression cracks after a moment, though, a strained smile pulling at his mouth.

I'm sorry... Heh.]

You sound... like Emil. Even if you're not. Thanks...

[When Emil is done, he sags back to the ground. His breath is still coming in gasps.]

Now... what? Are you going to take me to Kratos?

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[foreversorryorz.livejournal.com]

[Feel satisfied with his job, he let go already feeling like there was no strength in his arms. Yeah, his scarf would do the job until Lloyd got someone with actual skill and real bandages. Or even better, someone who could heal him with magic]

N-No, I wouldn't do that...

[Taking a look at Lloyd's state though. He didn't really know what to do now and who would be able to help. All these people lately with delusions that seemed to come from nowhere wasn't exactly reassuring... Which left taking him back home but he was still shaking as he took a moment to stand up]

I'm gonna take you back to your home. Or uh, t-try to. I'm sorry.

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[redcladidealist]

[Dread tugs at his gut. Why would an angel of Cruxis take him back home?

Colette. It's because Colette's staying with him until Sheena gets better. Alarm and protective determination flare up, giving him new strength, and he reaches out to grab Emil's wrist.]

No. No way. I'm not going to let you in!

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[foreversorryorz.livejournal.com]

[That was something Emil didn't take into account and now kinda regrets. The sudden wrist grab caught him so off guard that it made him stumble a bit.]

It's okay, I-I'm sorry! I won't then...

[What else, what else-- oh wait]

You uh, still have your Dreamberry right? Y-You should call a... friend to help you. I'll leave.

[Just saying that was like slapping himself in the face. He thought he was a friend but now... Maybe it would just be easier to let him be and have his real friends help him]

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[redcladidealist]

[Call someone... Turn himself into bait for Cruxis to capture someone else. Even worse, Cruxis could threaten him to make whoever came cooperate and he'd be helpless to do anything about it.

Don't depend on others. Stand on your own two feet. He can't do that to his friends. He'll have to deal with this himself.

Struggling to hold onto the strength he found, he nods, pulling his Dreamberry out.]

Yeah. I do.

[He has no intention of calling anyone, though.

Just go away.]

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[foreversorryorz.livejournal.com]

[Seeing him pull the Dreamberry out at least has him feeling a bit better. There's nothing that could take back what just happened though, and he wasn't looking forward to their next meeting. In fact, he was probably gonna try and avoid that from happening for as long as he needs to sort this out]

I-I'll go now then and I'm sorry, for everything...

[It takes him a short moment to re-sheath his sword, not bothering to clean the blood off it now. Emil begins walking away hesitantly, forcing himself not to look back. Lloyd would probably take even that the wrong way in this state]

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[redcladidealist]

[Another apology. Something inside Lloyd tugs painfully at the words. He wants to believe the angel. He wants to believe that maybe, just maybe, they don't have to be enemies. But how can he believe anything when the angel is lying, claiming he's Emil?

He shoulders slump.

Then he shakes his head. He waits until he's certain the angel is gone, then grits his teeth and pushes himself up off the ground despite the burning pain that flares in his side. One hand clamped around his side, he collects his swords, one by one, then unsteadily begins the long and agonizing journey back to his home.]