[ well, considering there is absolutely no reason for any of them to have ended up here, there are so many alarm bells going off in his head. it didn't sound like the defender remembered making his way towards here, so that gives them two options: he was dumped here or he really did pass out in this specific alley. the problem is that if it's the former, then that may make tracing their steps more difficult.
someone makes the terrible mistake of glancing at them for longer than five seconds. thorns will take that as an in. ]
Hey.
[ that's as much as he will say because he will be nice and let elysium actually do the talking. ]
[ they try to scurry the moment thorns establishes eye contact, but elysium is faster. he cuts their exit with a casual spread of his arms, eyes down turned in worry. he doesn't want to take up too much of their time; they're here on vacation meeting with their friends, but they seem to have lost them at some point. if they've seen a bolívarian perro it would be much appreciated if they could share anything they know.
they look so genuinely uncomfortable by this, just stuttering that they don't know anything. they don't seem to process any of what elysium says, and the moment they say their piece, they quickly excuse themselves in the direction they came from looking like they want to get as far as possible from them, rather than to any specific destination. okay. ]
[ he reaches over and pinches him. perhaps if they appear stupid then other people will be less scared of them. ]
No one is checking me out. Shut up.
[ while this does not make people appear less on guard, it does make a few of them seem to decide they're not worth paying attention to. perhaps they really are lost tourists...? ]
Aw, embarrassed? They totally were. They were trying to undress you with their eyes. Like——this.
[ it may or may not be true. it may or no may not be even more true of elysium, who is most definitely is putting on the most lascivious performance of a lifetime with his eyes.
where is their sense of urgency and why is he openly flirting like this. at least, the stupidity does seem to work in convincing people they're harmless… ]
You mean, the chance I took but was cut short out of my will?
[ he huffs against thorns' hand, looking fully chagrined when he places a hand on his hip. sighing, he turns and visors his vision… and woah! his eyes light up. ]
Hey! You! [ POINTS. ] You look like you know something!
[ runs up to them while they look like a paralysed wild creature. there is someone in the background currently trying to escape their notice who elysium discreetly signals to. ]
[ before thorns even asks his questions they say they don't know anything while trying to sidestep to make their escape. they very clearly look nervous… what's thorns going to do?
in the meantime, elysium is menacing this poor person who actually knows nothing. but he sure is being flashy enough to keep everyone's attention off of any questionable activities thorns might default to. he's welcome!!! ]
[ there's a flicker of recognition in their eyes, but they keeps quiet, still trying to slip free with as little fuss as possible. under their breath, they mutter it like a mantra—they don't know anything, they see know anything, they have to not know anything—which, if anything, only makes them seem more suspicious. they're almost manic.
the one with elysium is luckier; they scuttle off without interference. elysium is left staring. voice then pitched in mock surprise: ]
… Huh? Where'd he go?
[ they are so stupid. one might think this is how they lost the other guy. ]
[ not me making back-to-back typos in my tags to you… bursts into tears
but that, of course, only makes them lock up entirely, eyes and mouth snapping shut all at once.
on the other side, elysium isn't faring much differently, trying his hand (and mouth) with nearby shopkeepers and locals. either he's flat-out ignored, or they make it abundantly clear he's not welcome. tough crowd. he does purposefully keep people from wandering in the direction thorns had, though—the only thing worse than having to take a detour is talking to an annoying guy you really don't want to. so! there is that. ]
[ it's fear! they stammer out that death would be preferable to what they would put him through for blabbing. if he is going to die anyway, he would like to die on his own terms. which is at thorns' hand, apparently.
can't believe thorns would genuinely leave elysium on his own during another mission because this is where things stop being a one man circus. he notices something very wrong from his periphery—and with one glance towards thorns, he
well, thorns is aware that this person has absolutely no reason to believe that thorns can get rid of whoever it is they're so terrified of, so he won't bother to make any promises that might seem too optimistic. he sighs and just turns around to go back where he came from and
the last time they got separated while investigating something, elysium had a rather horrific death, so thorns isn't too thrilled right now. in fact, he can feel his brain switch to panic mode as every worst case scenario plays in his head.
he will try to track him down. it hasn't been that long since thorns walked away, so it's not like elysium could have gotten too far. still, a lot can happen in just a matter of seconds, so he hurries. ]
but, no. that intense stress blooms into a mess of various other emotions—denial, frustration, and then pure and unadulterated anger before it flatlines into calm, almost unnaturally so. it'll stay like that up until thorns finds him.
thorns will find him in an another alley, back facing the main road with his sword drawn, pierced directly through the chest of the person they're looking for. there is one gash on his arm that he's bleeding from, but he's in one piece. and isn't that what matters? ]
[ he thinks, not for the first time, that he should have never brought elysium with him. nothing ever goes well by bringing him along. he recalls their joking of keeping elysium locked up, and there's a moment where he is genuinely considering that option.
[ he doesn't turn, but his voice is kept light. he did the right thing, then, because if it wasn't him it'd be thorns. nevermind that this was a rather drastic solution to come to within the short amount of time they'd been apart, all he thought about was the guilt thorns would feel (was this the only option…?) and his body had moved instinctively.
there's a croak of 'why…?' and this time
elysium slices his throat clean. ]
I don't know if here's the place to be having this conversation. Now that we've solved our mystery, why don't you head back first and tell the others? I'll have to clean up.
[ it's in this moment that thorns realizes this timeline is not going to work out.
he had been fully aware that their priorities have been skewed, but it's been fine as long as the two of them can be together. but looking at this makes thorns realize that kind of thinking from him isn't going to do anything.
if elysium is this obsessed with him, then he is going to die. there is absolutely no way that this kind of behavior, elysium just killing off one of their allies as casually as he might say hi, is not going to end with him dead. and thorns cannot let that happen. ]
[ a guy kills one npc and suddenly the timeline is deemed unsalvageable
the body slumps back, hitting the floor with a solid thud. it suddenly occurs to elysium how strange this must look to thorns. the thought drives the air from his lungs and leaves him struggling to breathe. he doesn't want to look at him, doesn't want to see the judgement there, but forces himself to anyway, shoulders stiff as he casts a glance over his shoulder. ]
… Are you upset with me?
[ sharper than anything else that's surfaced so far is fear. to his credit, his voice is kept level. ]
[ he's very upset with him, but it admittedly isn't because he just killed an operator and more because he wandered off and something terrible happened. if anything, this simply reinforced the idea that thorns cannot let elysium do anything.
but thorns is aware that answer is kind of crazy. so. ]
No. Come on, we need to clean this and then go somewhere safe.
[ a pause, and then he adds. ]
Remember, I'm in charge of the mission. You're the one who did it, but they're going to be going harder on me.
[ potentially not being able to control his squad, separating from the rookies in the first place the night before... so, thorns does not want to leave. ]
it dawns on him that he doesn't know how to act here, realising with sudden clarity how much he's leaned on his one ability as a crutch. the problems he'd faced until now were clean, clinical, cut-and-dry. there's no negotiating with death, only rewinding and retracing and trying another path. having to deal with something more ambiguous that will potentially put a strain on his relationship with thorns is another thing entirely. if he isn't upset, does he think something's wrong with him? objectively, this isn't him, is it?
so what does he do? play it casual again? show remorse? instinct takes over, and he steps back, foot hitting the corpse behind him. his heart thrums like a trapped animal, breath too shallow to fill his lungs. restart. why is he even thinking about this when he could just restart? go off on his own so thorns wouldn't have had to come across this? no, that's wrong. he should go further back so that this would've never happened in the first place—a death so close to him isn't something thorns can just write off.
… but then, he realises again, how he doesn't want to be the only one carrying memories of their time together. even if it's nothing more than a single night sky, fleeting exchanges they could share any time, he wants them remembered. his breathing steadies, slowing as his eyes fall shut for a brief second. the zero to one hundred when there really wasn't any need to escalate it that far! whoops. ]
That's bullshit and you know it. That excuse only works when you're a trainee. Even then, what responsibility is there to take? The mission was flagged low-risk. They would've thrown another rookie squad at it if you didn't step up.
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I'm taking his body to a lab. He was exhibiting similar behaviours as the Terrans used against us in Zeruertza.
[ he could continue to argue, but decides to drop it. or at least, drop it here, since this really is not the place for it; they have no idea who might be listening in right now. ]
... mm. You need to give me a full report once we're inside.
[ he won't bother to ask if elysium could have not killed him and instead subdued. thorns has been on the field long enough to know that sometimes you just have to make split second decisions, and then you have to live with that choice afterward. it's not like he was around, so thorns can't actually decide if it was necessary or not. ]
Be mindful of him.
[ he thinks about how this might actually break apart the friend group, depending on how others take the news and who they blame. they were already annoyed with the defender when they didn't think it was as serious as it could be. ]
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someone makes the terrible mistake of glancing at them for longer than five seconds. thorns will take that as an in. ]
Hey.
[ that's as much as he will say because he will be nice and let elysium actually do the talking. ]
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they look so genuinely uncomfortable by this, just stuttering that they don't know anything. they don't seem to process any of what elysium says, and the moment they say their piece, they quickly excuse themselves in the direction they came from looking like they want to get as far as possible from them, rather than to any specific destination. okay. ]
You caught someone checking you out. Congrats.
[ elysium's taking this seriously ]
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No one is checking me out. Shut up.
[ while this does not make people appear less on guard, it does make a few of them seem to decide they're not worth paying attention to. perhaps they really are lost tourists...? ]
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[ it may or may not be true. it may or no may not be even more true of elysium, who is most definitely is putting on the most lascivious performance of a lifetime with his eyes.
where is their sense of urgency and why is he openly flirting like this. at least, the stupidity does seem to work in convincing people they're harmless… ]
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he places a hand on elysium's face and slowly pushes him away. when he talks, his voice sounds slightly embarrassed. ]
You missed your chance earlier.
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[ he huffs against thorns' hand, looking fully chagrined when he places a hand on his hip. sighing, he turns and visors his vision… and woah! his eyes light up. ]
Hey! You! [ POINTS. ] You look like you know something!
[ runs up to them while they look like a paralysed wild creature. there is someone in the background currently trying to escape their notice who elysium discreetly signals to. ]
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but then he is just going to wander after the person sneaking away. hi. ]
I have some questions.
[ thank you elysium for being so loud ]
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in the meantime, elysium is menacing this poor person who actually knows nothing. but he sure is being flashy enough to keep everyone's attention off of any questionable activities thorns might default to. he's welcome!!! ]
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there's a well hidden doorway, and thorns stops there with his new buddy. ]
I have some questions. There was a pretty young group here last night, and one was a perro–he got really drunk? Did you see him?
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the one with elysium is luckier; they scuttle off without interference. elysium is left staring. voice then pitched in mock surprise: ]
… Huh? Where'd he go?
[ they are so stupid. one might think this is how they lost the other guy. ]
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I am going to ask you yes or no questions. If it's a yes, I need you to blink twice. If it's a no, blink once. Okay?
[ he will see if this works. ]
Did you see our friend? If you saw your friend, was he alive or dead?
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but that, of course, only makes them lock up entirely, eyes and mouth snapping shut all at once.
on the other side, elysium isn't faring much differently, trying his hand (and mouth) with nearby shopkeepers and locals. either he's flat-out ignored, or they make it abundantly clear he's not welcome. tough crowd. he does purposefully keep people from wandering in the direction thorns had, though—the only thing worse than having to take a detour is talking to an annoying guy you really don't want to. so! there is that. ]
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well, this is where the corazonix cam be useful. he is just going to try to get a better idea of what this guy's vibe is. is he sick? ]
If you don't tell me, when I run into whoever did this, I'll just tell them that you told me everything anyway.
[ will he? no. ]
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can't believe thorns would genuinely leave elysium on his own during another mission because this is where things stop being a one man circus. he notices something very wrong from his periphery—and with one glance towards thorns, he
makes the executive decision to pursue. bye!! ]
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well, thorns is aware that this person has absolutely no reason to believe that thorns can get rid of whoever it is they're so terrified of, so he won't bother to make any promises that might seem too optimistic. he sighs and just turns around to go back where he came from and
uh
where the fuck is his stupid future husband. ]
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his stupid future husband is just intensely stressed and seems to have gotten himself in another fight. it's fine. ]
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the last time they got separated while investigating something, elysium had a rather horrific death, so thorns isn't too thrilled right now. in fact, he can feel his brain switch to panic mode as every worst case scenario plays in his head.
he will try to track him down. it hasn't been that long since thorns walked away, so it's not like elysium could have gotten too far. still, a lot can happen in just a matter of seconds, so he hurries. ]
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but, no. that intense stress blooms into a mess of various other emotions—denial, frustration, and then pure and unadulterated anger before it flatlines into calm, almost unnaturally so. it'll stay like that up until thorns finds him.
thorns will find him in an another alley, back facing the main road with his sword drawn, pierced directly through the chest of the person they're looking for. there is one gash on his arm that he's bleeding from, but he's in one piece. and isn't that what matters? ]
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thorns walks over. ]
What happened.
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[ he doesn't turn, but his voice is kept light. he did the right thing, then, because if it wasn't him it'd be thorns. nevermind that this was a rather drastic solution to come to within the short amount of time they'd been apart, all he thought about was the guilt thorns would feel (was this the only option…?) and his body had moved instinctively.
there's a croak of 'why…?' and this time
elysium slices his throat clean. ]
I don't know if here's the place to be having this conversation. Now that we've solved our mystery, why don't you head back first and tell the others? I'll have to clean up.
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he had been fully aware that their priorities have been skewed, but it's been fine as long as the two of them can be together. but looking at this makes thorns realize that kind of thinking from him isn't going to do anything.
if elysium is this obsessed with him, then he is going to die. there is absolutely no way that this kind of behavior, elysium just killing off one of their allies as casually as he might say hi, is not going to end with him dead. and thorns cannot let that happen. ]
I am not letting you out of my sight.
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the body slumps back, hitting the floor with a solid thud. it suddenly occurs to elysium how strange this must look to thorns. the thought drives the air from his lungs and leaves him struggling to breathe. he doesn't want to look at him, doesn't want to see the judgement there, but forces himself to anyway, shoulders stiff as he casts a glance over his shoulder. ]
… Are you upset with me?
[ sharper than anything else that's surfaced so far is fear. to his credit, his voice is kept level. ]
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but thorns is aware that answer is kind of crazy. so. ]
No. Come on, we need to clean this and then go somewhere safe.
[ a pause, and then he adds. ]
Remember, I'm in charge of the mission. You're the one who did it, but they're going to be going harder on me.
[ potentially not being able to control his squad, separating from the rookies in the first place the night before... so, thorns does not want to leave. ]
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[ he what?
it dawns on him that he doesn't know how to act here, realising with sudden clarity how much he's leaned on his one ability as a crutch. the problems he'd faced until now were clean, clinical, cut-and-dry. there's no negotiating with death, only rewinding and retracing and trying another path. having to deal with something more ambiguous that will potentially put a strain on his relationship with thorns is another thing entirely. if he isn't upset, does he think something's wrong with him? objectively, this isn't him, is it?
so what does he do? play it casual again? show remorse? instinct takes over, and he steps back, foot hitting the corpse behind him. his heart thrums like a trapped animal, breath too shallow to fill his lungs. restart. why is he even thinking about this when he could just restart? go off on his own so thorns wouldn't have had to come across this? no, that's wrong. he should go further back so that this would've never happened in the first place—a death so close to him isn't something thorns can just write off.
… but then, he realises again, how he doesn't want to be the only one carrying memories of their time together. even if it's nothing more than a single night sky, fleeting exchanges they could share any time, he wants them remembered. his breathing steadies, slowing as his eyes fall shut for a brief second. the zero to one hundred when there really wasn't any need to escalate it that far! whoops. ]
That's bullshit and you know it. That excuse only works when you're a trainee. Even then, what responsibility is there to take? The mission was flagged low-risk. They would've thrown another rookie squad at it if you didn't step up.
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I'm taking his body to a lab. He was exhibiting similar behaviours as the Terrans used against us in Zeruertza.
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... mm. You need to give me a full report once we're inside.
[ he won't bother to ask if elysium could have not killed him and instead subdued. thorns has been on the field long enough to know that sometimes you just have to make split second decisions, and then you have to live with that choice afterward. it's not like he was around, so thorns can't actually decide if it was necessary or not. ]
Be mindful of him.
[ he thinks about how this might actually break apart the friend group, depending on how others take the news and who they blame. they were already annoyed with the defender when they didn't think it was as serious as it could be. ]
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