[log] it's in the air and it's all around [closed]

[devoutish]

Characters: Alfie Solomons, Emily Kaldwin, Royce Melborn, Tifa Lockhart
Location building 241 and building 242, then ???
Date: morning of 162 through ???
Summary: rescue, hallucinations, eventual mourning of dead people; it's gonna be a party for sure
Warnings: n/a; will edit if anything comes up

Catch-all for EVERYTHING - rescuing the blind gangster asshole, dealing with the event-induced static, etc. Top-level and tag as you see fit.

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[devoutish]

[Alfie stands, and gives him a shove out of the way - not hard, and not enough to knock him over, but not gently either.]

[bywolves]

[ Shoving makes Royce's mindset go somewhere dark - people try to hit him with swords, more often than not, but shoving? Shoving was something he used to reply to with biting, when he was a kid. It takes just about everything in him not to bite but instead whap Alfie on the shoulder with his broomstick. Not to harm, just to sting. ]

[devoutish]

[The broomstick connects, and Alfie grabs it, holding on and locking eyes with Royce.]

[bywolves]

Do not touch me again. [ Royce says, voice low and soft. He doesn't break eye contact. ]

[devoutish]

[Neither does Alfie. He doesn't let go of the broom either.]

There is no fucking need for this.

[bywolves]

You shoved me.

[devoutish]

I'm tired of your mood. Yeah? I'm fucking sick of it.

[bywolves]

Then leave. Your eyesight is back. That's what you were waiting for.

[devoutish]

You get these ideas into your head, don't you.

[He tightens his grip on the broom.]

And they're impossible to get rid of.

[bywolves]

[ Most of this is because of the static, of being out of control for that long. He's trying to grab some control back. It isn't working, and his breath stilts a little, gets a touch shorter. ]

Don't start with the analyzing. You're rarely correct.

[devoutish]

You're not even subtle about it. Not in any way. And you are getting yourself worked up over a problem that does not exist.

[bywolves]

[ He's going to try to wrench the broomstick away, here, because he does't know what to say to that. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie holds on for a moment longer - mostly just to show that he can - and then lets go.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce looks away, looks down, moves the broomstick away. Drags in an unsteady, shallow breath, trying to calm himself down. ]

There isn't a problem. [ A beat. ] Not one I can fix.

[devoutish]

And the problem you can't fix is?

[bywolves]

[ He shrugs. He doesn't know how to put it into words, doesn't have a frame of reference. ]

[devoutish]

You need to figure that out, because you're driving me up the bloody wall, mate.

[bywolves]

I already told you my opinion doesn't matter when it comes to you doing what you're going to do. I'm not going to try to stop you.

Did you want me to stop reacting? I'm not understanding what it is you want, clearly.

[devoutish]

You do remember how this all started tonight, yeah? I did not go off on you.

[bywolves]

[ He changes tactics. ]

Did the static not bother you?

[devoutish]

The static made you ignore me for a day and pretend you couldn't hear when I asked you to move out of the way, did it?

[bywolves]

Yes. [ Indirectly. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie just gives him a look.]

[bywolves]

The static - the static unsettled me. [ The eyes, even more so. He hates admitting this, he hates talking about this, he doesn't want to. It almost makes him nauseated to try. ] There was nothing I can do about it. There is nothing I can do about being here.

I can - there is something I can do when it comes to who I travel with. That's all I can do.

[devoutish]

I'm not leaving the group.

[Not for good, he means.]