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Albite agreed, the Ginger was indeed *fine*. Easily appraised, and the other Senshis tone made Albite pause long enough to appreciate what he was seeing. Overlong braids, flowing blues and golds; pentacles and cloth that draped just long enough to cover everything.

Also, ******** - bat wings?

The aura should’ve tipped him off that it wasn’t some lowly basic he was dealing with.

Except sensing anything after the onslaught of the blaze he’d walked through, felt akin to trying to tasting food for flavor after burning the tongue. Got nothing, but scald and dullness out of it.

Besides, how did anyone’s aura compare when balanced against that of a literal atronauch? Flame-woven god buried within a General’s skin and metal trappings. A barely caged youma of a thing..

S t i l l . . . .

‘Eyebrows unsigned’.

Albite admired the copper and orange hues silk of the others hair. Ground his teeth for how that made him think ‘fire’ - made him itch beneath his overheated skin - ached for how everything felt too tight. How he radiated heat to the touch - the feel of a sunburn gone on too long. Except for the parts of him which were beyond singed. Crisped at the edges…flesh of his palm and dreads and cloth…


“You’re fine then? Good, g r e a t - how about we…” Albite stilled at the catch of Faustites voice - lash through his mind despite the query call.

Rolled his eyes to the heavens - scattered thoughts that landed on teaching his firebrand to make up his mind over s**t. Push and pull and endless tidal wave of fire - forges that rivaled the sun and low lit burst that wouldn’t have melted candle *********‘ words hist beneath his breath. Slanted glance between the Senshi and the office he’d been tossed from.

“Yeah - ********, hang on a second kay…” easy enough thing to step back - put himself in view of the framework that once held a door on it’s hinges, to look Faustite over in his decimated domain.

“Do you need something Firebrand?” rasped sigh of a thing. He allowed his plans and ire to become thoroughly derailed with how easily distracted he was; hound to the call of his master. Always. Would heed it even if he got himself dragged though hellfire for the effort of proving he wasn’t going anywhere. An insufferable permanent fixture - and how he intended to remain a constant in Faustites life.

'Anytime' - thought the word and meant it with all of himself, warmed at the mere knowledge of the promise he knew without error he'd offer time and again without ever having to say it. Without being asked to give it. Albite let the silence lay comfortably in the wake of Faustites quiet rasp. Chose instead to let his grin speak for him. Wide enough to hurt, to ruin any of his bodies attempts at clotting, set the bleed of cut anew. He let it run fresh and sucked at it with an errant humm. Soft noise of a sound as he turned to face the other Senshi who looked for all the world like he had ideas - to bolt - to offer him help.

Only half heard him as he nodded for them to step away - to maybe move out of ear shot and past the sooted ash and char marks that scorched up the hall - picked out words over the warm coals and dips of his own swirling thoughts.

Faustite had Thanked him - had ******** - acknowledged - something.

That single word. Worth more than gold. Worth every bit of blood and sweat and itch, that would surely follow the little tryst. Made him wonder if the floor would fall through and swallow him, if this were all some fevered dream that pervaded his own demise. Except everything ******** hurt - so, he readily scratched out the idea of being dead or dreaming.

"Hmm...lisn' Auburn - or - hhhn.." exchanged the words in a whisper as he blinked away the mess of fog that sat in his skull. Wondered at the others hair, how to define that particular color, ginger was too dull for it. "First of all, what's your name? N' second - this - n' I appreciate alll the concern you're offering - but this? Isn't ********, that." wanted to whine for how he knew he must've sounded. To roll his eyes at himself, because wow, if it'd been anyone else saying the same s**t.

How the act of speaking felt like making words around glass. Felt like talking around a hoarseness; weeks long ailment that had flared up with a vengeance. Would've laughed for how absolutely wrecked he sounded. If he didn't know it would've hurt like a b***h. Not that the knowledge of such could ever have stopped him from talking - favorite pastime when his mouth was empty of all else but air.

"You're not gonna call it that - or report it as that - or find someone to rumor it as 'that' to..." flare up for the want of doors and the screaming that echoed beyond them. Want for the strength to toss a body through those said same doors. Except the guy was just being 'nice', ********, 'kind' even. "M'appreciative, I am..'sept, I don't answer to ******** all." Faustite was different, and that little call back hadn't been an order, no more than it'd been a command. He could've just as easily have told him to ******** off. Had needed to see what he'd wanted though - and it'd been worth it to *check*.

"N' this s**t that I started, however it looks on the outside?" soft scoff for the lack of a way to explain it. To express in words what lived as feelings in his head. What existed as a lack of care about whatever cool new scars he'd sport over his skin, easily explained away things for whatever carried over into his daily life.

Albite could only imagine how it looked from the outside - how he looked - deranged half charred chew toy of a thing. "Whatever, it's a b***h to explain. You said infirmary yeah? Cause, ******** that place..Ooh..maybe somewhere topside - or ******** - if it has to be here.." maybe he could sit and just - drink water - and keep the other corrupt there long enough to express in actual, viable, words how ******** with a literal fire often got one burned. To express with sincerity that he 'liked it'.

Albite opened and closed his mouth like a fresh caught bass before shutting it entirely. Not a single retort for Ochres pointedly pointy observation - wasn't gonna dissuade the accuracy of his claim. Cause, yeah, he wasn't wrong, it just.

Whatever!!

He could stand to bite his tongue and chew on it over how keyed the ******** up he was. Ready to snap at someone undeserving of his ire - not the braided Senshi offering up his hand and time, and reminding Albite that they owned a ******** hospital.

He'd gone to that event even - except he hadn't paid attention to any single other thing than the fun he'd had there. Good memories and the feel of those far more important than the stunning array of stars amongst the back boards that were the sovereigns. Though he did remember Lepidolite looking like a ******** stud he would've up and ---- and then there'd been the ice dragon..two ice dragons..

Albite felt he could've been forgiven for being distracted. At the event, in the hall, by Ochre being around the corner of Faustites firestormed office.

Ochre who was being undeniably sweet. Sweet, honest and speaking words..

The kind that left Albite floored - slack expression - the lines that had pulled like tension suddenly cut loose - left him staring blankly after the other like he could catch the words and hold them to his breast. Cut them into pieces that he could understand and consume, instead of fall under like blunt force trauma.

He rarely felt foolish, guilty, sure, sorry? Hell yeah, but foolish? Not until he was standing before this one had he ever felt like such an utter fool. For his behavior, for how his face must've looked as he stood at attention and listened. "Thats...uh...m'kay so...I'mma back my mouth up and apologize for taking your head off, yeah? N' if you could just --- that's a'lotta info without context to lay on this half-baked Senshi." a brief nod to himself, confused quirk of a smile as he took Ocrhes hand like he was afraid like the other might vanish without him. Might just ********, drop that knife into his soul and then 'peace the ******** out'.

Would take his precious words and knowledge with him - albite cared more for that then he cared for the promised of life saving medical attention. Found a fervor for desire of hearing more, scratching out clarity, and how that new need burned hotter than his flesh set aflame.

"Hospital - yeah? I forgot we had onea those - how about....You won't just, leave me there, right?" said those words and felt like he meant 'leave me there with the knowledge of 'that' - didn't even know how to parse that into something that would've made sense if he spoke it. Easier to squeeze the red-heads hand gently, make a point that way as he swayed in close.

What the Senshi thought of as context. What Ochrethought...what Slate believed...was any sort of context in the summed up shock of warned words that had been let loose over Albites ears, that sat on the surface of his thoughts like an oil slick and refused to settle into the waters below that.

Yeah, he was getting details to that. Later on, gently. He was going to get 'whys' and 'what fors'. Was gonna pull out his own teeth to charm his way into having a sit down conversation about absolutely all of that...

About the breaking, and stabbing, and rampant consumption hat had apparently resulted in someone else crunchy demise? That the auburn haired boy knew this and Albite didn't. Like it was a commonplace rumor, like he'd needed to say it so badly that it'd poured out rapidfire - one person trying to save the life of another.

Later - Albite could do that so much later. ******** - Waru would do it later. Shed the protective layering and nearly keel the ******** over for it after he stepped through the void with him, happy for the guideline from one place into the other, because really?

Teleporting was such a b***h of a thing to do.

Waru would find a way to thank the guy - somehow - to hug him, maybe? If he'd tolerate it? Considered all of that while he let his newfound acquaintance, that burbled over with information, play advocate for him. Didn't even complain about it, because he needed it in that moment.

At least for a little while.