the defender's still unesteady on his feet, so there's that… elysium's gaze flits toward the caster and medic taking turns getting their hits in and feels a flicker of relief. better, for now, that they don't realise how serious this could be. ]
You can leave the talking to me. Just keep an eye out for anything unusual, and if you need me to make a bigger distraction, give the signal. [ his brow furrows as he pockets the map, pulling out an earpiece to fit into his ear and cover with his hair. ] The area's troubling enough on its own.
[ …
he folds his jacket neatly into his bag. if they're being watched, the precaution is probably already too late. but for anyone they might have to speak to, it could still make a difference.
but they can head toward the alley where the defender had woken. compared to the festival's main streets and the heart of where their hotel is, the space is unnervingly quiet. a handful of people drift by, absorbed in their own business, but none acknowledge him or thorns. no greetings, no eye contact. just an odd, deliberate sort of indifference like bringing attention to themselves would be trouble. strange. ]
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the defender's still unesteady on his feet, so there's that… elysium's gaze flits toward the caster and medic taking turns getting their hits in and feels a flicker of relief. better, for now, that they don't realise how serious this could be. ]
You can leave the talking to me. Just keep an eye out for anything unusual, and if you need me to make a bigger distraction, give the signal. [ his brow furrows as he pockets the map, pulling out an earpiece to fit into his ear and cover with his hair. ] The area's troubling enough on its own.
[ …
he folds his jacket neatly into his bag. if they're being watched, the precaution is probably already too late. but for anyone they might have to speak to, it could still make a difference.
but they can head toward the alley where the defender had woken. compared to the festival's main streets and the heart of where their hotel is, the space is unnervingly quiet. a handful of people drift by, absorbed in their own business, but none acknowledge him or thorns. no greetings, no eye contact. just an odd, deliberate sort of indifference like bringing attention to themselves would be trouble. strange. ]