[ enough operators are distracted by why their communications equipment suddenly isn't working… none of them are suspecting the guy literally walking right past them, and while elysium would be amused by how some of them think shaking it up and down or turning it on and off will fix it, he finds it increasingly hard to take his eyes off of thorns.
of course, it isn't ideal to be completely distracted—he keeps himsrlf trained on his senses, even as his heart flutters wildly in his chest. ]
[ a pause, and he curses silently under his breath. ]
Do you think we have time to go to the hotel or no?
[ their fish... but also things like money. thorns is willing to leave it behind if they have to, it's just a little sad considering how happy they were to have their little pet family. their plants that they are also abandoning... ]
[ the optics of them running off into the sunset with a bucket of fish
he takes a moment to think about this. ]
We're on a low enough floor that we could jump through the windows if we have to. [ … he had to leave behind his sword in the lab, but. ] I should probably something about my flag.
[ property damage in this universe is just another day it's fine ]
… Don't forget to throw anything they can use to track us with.
[ case in point: elysium tosses his pager and transceiver in the complete opposite direction
well, thorns will opt to make a quick stop by their room so that they can very quickly grab anything they may still need. if anything, they will need more money if they plan to get far very quickly—running off only on foot will just get them caught when he's sure the operators have vehicles.
...
he doesn't think they can bring the fish. thorns figures they will come here to look for them, so he just writes a note asking them to look after them. he is a good parent. ]
[ no one's going to want custody of these kids and that's how they end up in an orphanage (generic fish tank) where they will have to fight for their lives
but they can't even guarantee their escape, much less that of their children. so off they go… may they be forgiven in another life. ]
… We can take the fire escape and see what are options are for stowing away. The less of a trail, the better.
[ whether they want to leave the city immediately or hide away somewhere until things cool down.
he walks over to the window and props it open. thorns sticks his head out to check things out. unfortunately, it does not open into a secluded alley, so there is a chance they may be spotted. but as long as they're out of there before people start asking any potential witnesses, they should be okay.
at the very least, between both him and elysium, their abilities do make it very handy to run off together. ]
[ thanks to mantra insisting on a proper medic, the wound is healed enough that he can function as normal. he just has to ignore the sharp and full aches from the injuries he's accumulated over the past day, but none of them are particularly debilitating.
the main concern is that they're stuck between two camps: the people they were and still are against, and rhodes—the former of which seems to have a foothold in many parts of higashi.
but there's a knock on the door, and elysium is suddenly glad he has the foresight to push a table before it. his gaze flits over to thorns. ]
… We're going to have to run.
[ considering thorns is first does this mean he can do a dramatic leap into his arms. jk. he will land somewhere next to him they can save their romantic dramatics for when they aren't literal fugitives. ]
thorns grabs his hand again, because can they really run away together if they are not physically connected? no. but down the fire escape they can go, and once they get low enough to the ground they can jump the rest of the way. probably a bad move for their knees but whatever, they're fit.
there are a lot of people roaming the streets, so it is likely around the time of day where people are getting out of work. they can try to blend in with the crowd as they figure out where to go next. ]
he casts a quick glance around, scanning for anyone within earshot, or at least, anyone who seems to be following them before lowering his voice. ]
Whatever we plan, we should start by getting rid of anything identifiable. Your jewelry. My flag…
[ … reluctantly, he lets go of thorns' hand long enough to tear the fabric off, crumpling it into his pocket before picking it back up. there's still a matter of wiping it clean, but until then, he'll have to carry it with him. ]
I'll need you to check out hair dye for me. Hah. Being a once-in-a-lifetime hottie sure comes with its fair share of struggles.
[ ah. his hand moves to his ears to start removing earrings. he shoves them into his pockets after they're all off, along with his rings. if anything, they can probably sell them later if they need more money, so there's that. ]
We'll also need other clothes...
[ admittedly, a liberi and an aegir traveling together may also be noticeable, so it's likely best to get clothes that'll hide as much of their features as possible until they're far away. ]
[ a hand slips into thorns’ hair, tugging loose several ties and letting thorns' hair unravel. strands fall free, and elysium can't resist watching it out of the corner of his eye. even in the middle of all this, there's always time for a little flirting. it's reckless, dangerous, and yet exhilarating all the same.
what's the point of seeing the end of the world if they don't have fun in the process? ]
… We should probably defer to your judgement, now that I think about it. If we leave it up to me, our movements might end up too predictable. I'm running into dead ends trying to not be. I'm too textbook.
he looks around and just starts walking, tugging elysium after him. thorns pauses in front of a guy wearing a large plain jacket. he pulls out one of his rings from his pocket and holds it out to him. ]
Trade you this for your jacket.
[ the guy peers at it, like he's making sure the ring isn't total crap before agreeing to the trade. thorns dumps the jacket onto elysium once they walk a bit away from him. ]
[ so he says, but he covers himself with the jacket, tucking his feathers further back into the hood. his nose wrinkles at the thick smell of smoke, but maybe that's for the best when it masks everything else. he keeps his head ducked, eyes skimming the alleys and passersby.
he sneaks a glance at thorns. even without all his usual accessories and with his hair loose around his shoulders, he still sticks out like a sore thumb, like he doesn't know how to make himself smaller. it's a little funny. if elysium were to tell him to tone down on his presence, he'd probably ask him what he's even talking about.
also. thorns is so charitable. while he's relying on the good old barter system, elysium swipes a cap hanging off a person's backpack to place it on thorns' head. you snooze, you lose… ]
[ if they find a caravan, there's a good chance that whoever might run after them will catch up both because of speed and because it's likely to make stops before it gets too far. they can cover a lot of distance on a ship.
the docks are all the way on the other side of the city though, so they'd have to keep moving... ]
We need to make sure whatever one we get on takes us far enough.
If we stick to alleys and smaller roads, I can route us there faster than anyone Rhodes would be able to. The only problem is if they've managed to get out we're missing and anyone already stationed there goes on the lookout.
[ his thumb rubs the back of thorns' hand, mind going through their various options. there are blind spots… but would mantra see through him? ]
I'm doing my best to disrupt their communications still, but my radius only goes so far. Worse comes to worst, there'll maybe be three people blocking our way.
[ it helps knowing that while the operators might attack them, they wouldn't actually try to kill them. they can use that to their advantage and fight dirty if they have to.
but thorns will let elysium lead the way then, holding onto his hand the entire time. ]
[ the route elysium takes them through is truly insane. they cut into alleys, climb fire escapes, jump across buildings as arknights operators tend to do, all while keeping a relatively quick pace that's close to running. it'd be weird for anyone to be keeping watch of the places elysium takes them—the problem is when they land to head to the pier, there is a small cluster of operators stationed where there is no escaping their notice.
as they approach, they look confused—go figure, the communications devices in their hands stop working. elysium gives thorns a glance, reluctantly loosening his grip. ]
… I guess I don't really need a flag anymore. Sold for its individual parts, it'll make a pretty dollar. But until then, should I call it my new blunt weapon…?
[ he can't say there isn't a sense of unease at the thought of losing the flag. even with thorns' experimentation, he always used the flag for it, so there is a worry of things going horribly wrong with no way to fix things after.
...
well, no time to think on it. they really luck out that the people here aren't extraordinary in their arts or skills. they're well trained and strong operators, yes, but not to the level where thorns would actually be worried about their chances against them. and they're definitely not expecting thorns and elysium to just immediately leap into a fight!
going by procedure, once these guys fail to check in after a certain period of time, more will arrive to investigate. they need to get on a boat immediately and hide. ]
[ hello is the end of the world not dying together? a new problem does rear its head in making rhodes their enemy: the loss of access to treatment for his oripathy. but that's a worry for the distant future if he's careful.
does he believe that, even after this, rhodes would still take them back, resume his treatment as if nothing had happened? yes. but that would mean reconciling with what they're doing now, actively betraying their comrades and abandoning projects that would improve so many lives, and they can't just start a cycle of running away only to return when it's convenient.
… sorry!! before they figure out how to board he's just going to swipe a sword off one of the operators. it looks standard-issue, so he doubts it'll be missed. if they complain, they can always take the one he had to abandon?
also, me pulling a map of higashi and seeing it's landlocked like oh. well. whatever. blasts a hole through the map there is water there now. they can slip away with the cargo, stow away, and ride it out to open waters. when they finally find a corner to sit and catch their breath at last— ]
We'll have to be careful around Yan, but if we stick to the countryside we should be able to avoid all of Rhodes' outposts.
[ … ]
I don't remember the last time my heart beat this fast. Haha… our lives really have turned into some kind of romantic drama. Should I make it my writing debut?
[ it is easy to promise that now but if elysium dies horrifically then thorns' very first urge will be to want to fix it. this is more than just a problem and turning into an addiction, but he will simply have to die first in that case. or simply learn how to let go. ]
Really? That's your first idea?
[ the way i just assumed because higashi is the other country with a high aegir population. what are they doing there. whatever it can be a large river higashi has those until it eventually turns into a sea somewhere. ]
I guess writing is a job.
[ they are going to be broke...
thorns just inches closer to elysium so he can lean against him, resting his head on his shoulder. ]
[ the moment anything happens to thorns, you can bet elysium will regress. the thing about running on the adrenaline of freedom and being with the love of your life—is that it blinds you to your darkest moments and your sharpest fears. ]
You guess? Here I am, thinking about how I'm going to afford your lifestyle. I'll have you know, I happen to be quite the talent with a pen. So much so, I might've even been a best seller in a past life.
[ it's a funny thing to say considering they've both lived and could still live entirely minimalistic lives. thorns technically had to on his pilgrimage and the first few years on the cuna de nene. but just because they can doesn't mean he wants them to. ]
But, mm. Is that a no to seeing the world with me? Or are you just saying you'd rather settle down for now?
[ he leans against thorns, resting his head on his shoulder. their assets are probably flagged so their asses are grass. but given the severity of their so-called crimes (withholding information at minimum, neglectful death of a comrade at maximum) and their low risk towards rhodes itself, it's hard to imagine rhodes allocating any resources if they allocate them at all to tracking them down.
in truth, a part of it is banking on mantra's goodwill. the power to forewarn yourself of events is highly abusable, yes, but prophecies are things that exist outside of him—and she has seen it firsthand, albeit vaguely, that none of his loops thus far have been perfect. ]
… It has been a pretty long journey. I don't remember the last time I got to rest…
[ not counting the like. week where they just banged and did nothing else. help ]
[ but if they want to lay low for a bit and restock funds, that might be the simplest way to do it. people won't say no to two guys who just want a temporary job and can lend their muscles in the meantime.
because even though thorns had no issues with traveling on his own, he also realizes that elysium's oripathy will become an issue. even if they can manage to go without treatment for a short while, they will reach a point where he will need it or else his condition will start to worsen. there are other places to get it besides rhodes, but the major downside is that they will need money for that.
if they're really desperate then yeah, amiya and the doctor will likely welcome them back with open arms. how much goodwill the other operators may grant them is highly debatable at the moment, but at least that's there for an emergency. but thorns would prefer that to be the absolute last case scenario. ]
We just need to start saving. You're too spoiled to always sleep on the floor.
Who said anything about a floor? I have the next best thing to a bed right beside me. Don't tell me you've already forgot your promise about staying with me for the rest of your life? You can't.
[ he stretches his limbs like he's the picture of comfort. he is. ]
Besides, we have to get you your lab equipment, chemicals, and supplies. [ he ticks each item off on his fingers. ] If we don't keep you busy, you'll start experimenting on yourself again. Then me.
thorns kisses him on the cheek before settling again, thinking of a to do list. a full change of clothes, hair dye, maybe thorns should go bald??? even if rhodes leaves them alone, thorns is more paranoid about the less friendly group that they keep running into.
I like it when you pay attention to me. [ he twirls thorns' hair around his finger. thorns isn't the only one thinking of extremes. beyond dyeing his hair, he's also thought about plucking all his feathers—where and how they grow can be an identifier in their own right. ] … and I like it more when you're enjoying yourself. Did you say that just to hear me say this?
[ … it's probably too optimistic to think that just by staying out of their business now, they'll stay out of theirs. he sighs, tugging on that same strand. ]
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of course, it isn't ideal to be completely distracted—he keeps himsrlf trained on his senses, even as his heart flutters wildly in his chest. ]
… We really are eloping.
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[ a pause, and he curses silently under his breath. ]
Do you think we have time to go to the hotel or no?
[ their fish... but also things like money. thorns is willing to leave it behind if they have to, it's just a little sad considering how happy they were to have their little pet family. their plants that they are also abandoning... ]
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he takes a moment to think about this. ]
We're on a low enough floor that we could jump through the windows if we have to. [ … he had to leave behind his sword in the lab, but. ] I should probably something about my flag.
[ property damage in this universe is just another day it's fine ]
… Don't forget to throw anything they can use to track us with.
[ case in point: elysium tosses his pager and transceiver in the complete opposite direction
this is also fine ]
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well, thorns will opt to make a quick stop by their room so that they can very quickly grab anything they may still need. if anything, they will need more money if they plan to get far very quickly—running off only on foot will just get them caught when he's sure the operators have vehicles.
...
he doesn't think they can bring the fish. thorns figures they will come here to look for them, so he just writes a note asking them to look after them. he is a good parent. ]
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but they can't even guarantee their escape, much less that of their children. so off they go… may they be forgiven in another life. ]
… We can take the fire escape and see what are options are for stowing away. The less of a trail, the better.
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[ whether they want to leave the city immediately or hide away somewhere until things cool down.
he walks over to the window and props it open. thorns sticks his head out to check things out. unfortunately, it does not open into a secluded alley, so there is a chance they may be spotted. but as long as they're out of there before people start asking any potential witnesses, they should be okay.
at the very least, between both him and elysium, their abilities do make it very handy to run off together. ]
Come on.
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the main concern is that they're stuck between two camps: the people they were and still are against, and rhodes—the former of which seems to have a foothold in many parts of higashi.
but there's a knock on the door, and elysium is suddenly glad he has the foresight to push a table before it. his gaze flits over to thorns. ]
… We're going to have to run.
[ considering thorns is first does this mean he can do a dramatic leap into his arms. jk. he will land somewhere next to him they can save their romantic dramatics for when they aren't literal fugitives. ]
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thorns grabs his hand again, because can they really run away together if they are not physically connected? no. but down the fire escape they can go, and once they get low enough to the ground they can jump the rest of the way. probably a bad move for their knees but whatever, they're fit.
there are a lot of people roaming the streets, so it is likely around the time of day where people are getting out of work. they can try to blend in with the crowd as they figure out where to go next. ]
What now?
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he casts a quick glance around, scanning for anyone within earshot, or at least, anyone who seems to be following them before lowering his voice. ]
Whatever we plan, we should start by getting rid of anything identifiable. Your jewelry. My flag…
[ … reluctantly, he lets go of thorns' hand long enough to tear the fabric off, crumpling it into his pocket before picking it back up. there's still a matter of wiping it clean, but until then, he'll have to carry it with him. ]
I'll need you to check out hair dye for me. Hah. Being a once-in-a-lifetime hottie sure comes with its fair share of struggles.
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We'll also need other clothes...
[ admittedly, a liberi and an aegir traveling together may also be noticeable, so it's likely best to get clothes that'll hide as much of their features as possible until they're far away. ]
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what's the point of seeing the end of the world if they don't have fun in the process? ]
… We should probably defer to your judgement, now that I think about it. If we leave it up to me, our movements might end up too predictable. I'm running into dead ends trying to not be. I'm too textbook.
What would you prioritise?
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he looks around and just starts walking, tugging elysium after him. thorns pauses in front of a guy wearing a large plain jacket. he pulls out one of his rings from his pocket and holds it out to him. ]
Trade you this for your jacket.
[ the guy peers at it, like he's making sure the ring isn't total crap before agreeing to the trade. thorns dumps the jacket onto elysium once they walk a bit away from him. ]
Put this on. Hood up.
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[ so he says, but he covers himself with the jacket, tucking his feathers further back into the hood. his nose wrinkles at the thick smell of smoke, but maybe that's for the best when it masks everything else. he keeps his head ducked, eyes skimming the alleys and passersby.
he sneaks a glance at thorns. even without all his usual accessories and with his hair loose around his shoulders, he still sticks out like a sore thumb, like he doesn't know how to make himself smaller. it's a little funny. if elysium were to tell him to tone down on his presence, he'd probably ask him what he's even talking about.
also. thorns is so charitable. while he's relying on the good old barter system, elysium swipes a cap hanging off a person's backpack to place it on thorns' head. you snooze, you lose… ]
… Just kidding. [ … ] What's next?
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[ if they find a caravan, there's a good chance that whoever might run after them will catch up both because of speed and because it's likely to make stops before it gets too far. they can cover a lot of distance on a ship.
the docks are all the way on the other side of the city though, so they'd have to keep moving... ]
We need to make sure whatever one we get on takes us far enough.
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[ his thumb rubs the back of thorns' hand, mind going through their various options. there are blind spots… but would mantra see through him? ]
I'm doing my best to disrupt their communications still, but my radius only goes so far. Worse comes to worst, there'll maybe be three people blocking our way.
…
Is that fine?
[ he is not the one with a sword. ]
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[ it helps knowing that while the operators might attack them, they wouldn't actually try to kill them. they can use that to their advantage and fight dirty if they have to.
but thorns will let elysium lead the way then, holding onto his hand the entire time. ]
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[ the route elysium takes them through is truly insane. they cut into alleys, climb fire escapes, jump across buildings as arknights operators tend to do, all while keeping a relatively quick pace that's close to running. it'd be weird for anyone to be keeping watch of the places elysium takes them—the problem is when they land to head to the pier, there is a small cluster of operators stationed where there is no escaping their notice.
as they approach, they look confused—go figure, the communications devices in their hands stop working. elysium gives thorns a glance, reluctantly loosening his grip. ]
… I guess I don't really need a flag anymore. Sold for its individual parts, it'll make a pretty dollar. But until then, should I call it my new blunt weapon…?
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...
well, no time to think on it. they really luck out that the people here aren't extraordinary in their arts or skills. they're well trained and strong operators, yes, but not to the level where thorns would actually be worried about their chances against them. and they're definitely not expecting thorns and elysium to just immediately leap into a fight!
going by procedure, once these guys fail to check in after a certain period of time, more will arrive to investigate. they need to get on a boat immediately and hide. ]
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does he believe that, even after this, rhodes would still take them back, resume his treatment as if nothing had happened? yes. but that would mean reconciling with what they're doing now, actively betraying their comrades and abandoning projects that would improve so many lives, and they can't just start a cycle of running away only to return when it's convenient.
… sorry!! before they figure out how to board he's just going to swipe a sword off one of the operators. it looks standard-issue, so he doubts it'll be missed. if they complain, they can always take the one he had to abandon?
also, me pulling a map of higashi and seeing it's landlocked like oh. well. whatever. blasts a hole through the map there is water there now. they can slip away with the cargo, stow away, and ride it out to open waters. when they finally find a corner to sit and catch their breath at last— ]
We'll have to be careful around Yan, but if we stick to the countryside we should be able to avoid all of Rhodes' outposts.
[ … ]
I don't remember the last time my heart beat this fast. Haha… our lives really have turned into some kind of romantic drama. Should I make it my writing debut?
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Really? That's your first idea?
[ the way i just assumed because higashi is the other country with a high aegir population. what are they doing there. whatever it can be a large river higashi has those until it eventually turns into a sea somewhere. ]
I guess writing is a job.
[ they are going to be broke...
thorns just inches closer to elysium so he can lean against him, resting his head on his shoulder. ]
We can go to a farm?
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You guess? Here I am, thinking about how I'm going to afford your lifestyle. I'll have you know, I happen to be quite the talent with a pen. So much so, I might've even been a best seller in a past life.
[ it's a funny thing to say considering they've both lived and could still live entirely minimalistic lives. thorns technically had to on his pilgrimage and the first few years on the cuna de nene. but just because they can doesn't mean he wants them to. ]
But, mm. Is that a no to seeing the world with me? Or are you just saying you'd rather settle down for now?
[ he leans against thorns, resting his head on his shoulder. their assets are probably flagged so their asses are grass. but given the severity of their so-called crimes (withholding information at minimum, neglectful death of a comrade at maximum) and their low risk towards rhodes itself, it's hard to imagine rhodes allocating any resources if they allocate them at all to tracking them down.
in truth, a part of it is banking on mantra's goodwill. the power to forewarn yourself of events is highly abusable, yes, but prophecies are things that exist outside of him—and she has seen it firsthand, albeit vaguely, that none of his loops thus far have been perfect. ]
… It has been a pretty long journey. I don't remember the last time I got to rest…
[ not counting the like. week where they just banged and did nothing else. help ]
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[ but if they want to lay low for a bit and restock funds, that might be the simplest way to do it. people won't say no to two guys who just want a temporary job and can lend their muscles in the meantime.
because even though thorns had no issues with traveling on his own, he also realizes that elysium's oripathy will become an issue. even if they can manage to go without treatment for a short while, they will reach a point where he will need it or else his condition will start to worsen. there are other places to get it besides rhodes, but the major downside is that they will need money for that.
if they're really desperate then yeah, amiya and the doctor will likely welcome them back with open arms. how much goodwill the other operators may grant them is highly debatable at the moment, but at least that's there for an emergency. but thorns would prefer that to be the absolute last case scenario. ]
We just need to start saving. You're too spoiled to always sleep on the floor.
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[ he stretches his limbs like he's the picture of comfort. he is. ]
Besides, we have to get you your lab equipment, chemicals, and supplies. [ he ticks each item off on his fingers. ] If we don't keep you busy, you'll start experimenting on yourself again. Then me.
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[ like is a strong word.
thorns kisses him on the cheek before settling again, thinking of a to do list. a full change of clothes, hair dye, maybe thorns should go bald??? even if rhodes leaves them alone, thorns is more paranoid about the less friendly group that they keep running into.
and now they lost their backup. {
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[ … it's probably too optimistic to think that just by staying out of their business now, they'll stay out of theirs. he sighs, tugging on that same strand. ]
Whatever comes our way, we'll figure it out.
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