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He stiffened as Dakota leaned into his ear; he studied him carefully as he stressed particular words. I like you. “Such a shame, but I guess I made you lieutenant knowing that already.”

And as he returned to the platform with the strange woman, he summoned his weapon. He couldn’t remember using a weapon like this back at the ship, but it was oddly familiar. Like he’d used it over and over, hundreds upon thousands of times. Wilson aimed and fired, landing a solid hit before he noticed Dakota’s return, only he wasn’t in high spirits.

“Hmmm.” His face blankly, he walked over to his lieutenant to try and fix his wet hair, to wring the water and wrinkles out of his clothes. “It’s fine. Just stay here next to me.”

She never should have come here.

Wherever the bubble was that she'd been hiding inside, the colors smearing across the glass as the ultimate sign of her failure to connect to belong was where she should have been. Not here with Jasper taking hit after hit on her behalf, trying valiantly to keep her alive when she'd bargained away her own survival. For what? Extra power? The chance to make a difference? It was laughable. So she started to laugh.

Hysterical laughter rang through the battlefield before it was strangled by a hand in the back of her chest, turning into a scream that pierced the air. As Medea held her out like a shield, tearing through her pure white clothing to get to the skin beneath, the heart beneath, blonde hair flashed across Cami's vision. Isolation couldn't hold against desire and so as she screamed in pain one hand reached out towards Maebe as Jasper was thrown aside like nothing.

Full of emptiness. Was she empty? Yes. Oh yes she was so empty and begging to be filled, to be fulfilled by those in her life. The ones she desperately wanted to hold on to but couldn't quite manage. Now not only was Cami hurt. Cami was dying and she reached out again.

She was desperate to touch someone before she died.

Maebe looked almost bored, as she prepared to strike at the monstrous horseman again. She chanced one look at where she'd seen Cami, to make sure that Jasper was still defending her while she-

Jasper went flying like a rag, disappearing into a portal. Cami was left alone, crippled, on the floor, and all Maebe was doing was toothpicking at Medea uselessly. That was how useful she was. How much she cared. How little she deserved.

Cami reached out for her, and Maebe forgot everything.

"OH NO YOU DON'T." She growled, digging Thaw into the ground to pull her out of harm's way. She was running towards Cami, faster than she'd ever run at before, when she saw it coming. Medea's 'hand', ready to take another turn to finish Cami off. Ready to send her flying into a portal, where she would die before she could land. She pushed her body to the limit, running faster, harder - she had to get there before Medea did. She had to get Cami out of there, she had to keep her safe -

She felt the adrenaline finally pumping through her body, and she knew, she knew, she never would have been strong enough to do this if she hadn't listened to Taym the one time he gave her solid advice. But she had. And she made it to Cami, just in time to barrel her entire body into Medea and be slapped off into the bitter cold portal.

She'd made it. Cami was safe, and she was cold as s**t, but alive.

Before she climbed out to get back to Cami's side, she laid in the ice and snow for just a few seconds, staring up at the wasteland's sky with a bitter, morose look on her face, and whispered.

Thanks, a*****e.

{ There's no darkness here. It'll be okay, } she answered in turn, her hand on Noemi's shoulder. { It'll be okay. } She almost added promise, but that would have been a lie. Stormy didn't know how to help her at all, or what else to say to get her spirit back up when it was the worst of times to be breaking down. Was this what Gale felt any time she had one of her episodes? She felt so wooden, so out of practice after spending too much time to herself, still irritated that she had to deal with family when she had enough on her plate.

Stormy grasped both shoulders now, lightly shaking Noemi. "You have to wake up," she told her in English. "You're here, and that's what they're asking of you. You can't be afraid, not anymore, Noemi." Her eyes kept trailing back to the main fight, growing nervous as she saw winged figures join the fray. The horsemen were coming.

And far too quickly, a new challenger had come to undo the damage Wilson had dealt. “…” He turned toward Shikoba. His lips were slightly parted and while he didn’t look very expressive, he definitely didn’t look pleased with the current turn of events. Wilson sighed, displeased as a hand trailed down Dakota’s cheek. “You can lay off the innuendos anytime, Dakota. Anytime.”

He aimed at the feet of Medea and fired, the gas trailing outwards to reach Shaheen and Shikoba as well.

(( Pointless fluff RP post feel free to skip. ))

Something hard slammed into Cami and though it hurt it wasn't the same kind of pain she'd experienced moments before. It was jarring, a reminder that she wasn't dead (not yet), that there was still a chance to get what she wanted. Realization flashed in front of her eyes, as it did before when she thought she would die of the flames, that this was the moment to make everything worth it. She could lie here, isolated and alone, and die with...with what? Justification for everything she'd been told her whole life? Was that really...was that what she wanted?

Passive, so passive, never actively reaching for what she wanted. Why was she still living Camille's life with the expectations and predictions everyone had made for Camille? Or rather, why had she been about to pick up the threads of that life again? Perhaps this is what she deserved. Camille was supposed to die. Needed to die.

It was because of Cami that she lived. Cami who had sought out Maebe, dragged Maebe into her whirlpool of sunshine and feelings, Cami who had made her care. It was Maebe that had slammed into her body and as the cold chill seeped into her skin as she lay on the floor of the shifting tower it was for Maebe she reached. Hands touched and the redhead linked her fingers with the other woman's. "Hey Maebe baby. I knew running the bases would be helpful." Bad joke. Worse timing.

But, considering she was dying, it wasn't the worst. All she needed now was Otto to grump over her for being an inconvenience, to pick her up and hug her, and it wouldn't be so bad to die here. But only, her brain supplied, as long as she got her hug first.

He was pleased - very pleased - to see that Shaheen and Lan had done so well against Charon. Those he had chosen to become part of his closest inner circle were, of course, of the highest and most skilled, and he found their actions and their abilities something to take pride in.

A stark contrast to Charon's weakness. And now it was Medea's turn.

He had never really trusted Medea, not in the sense of wishing to pledge his allegiance to her, leave behind everything he had worked for in favor of her madness and her chaotic methods. She was right in some respects - bowing down to the whims of the humans and the Halloween creatures was pathetic and weak; but Medea did not serve those of the clan, but herself.

He could not find her deplorable, at least in that regard, but he saw little point in following her now.

"Bastion," said Mengyao lightly, curling the name on his tongue like smoke in the air. "Where are you? I require your allegiance, Bastion. And you as well, Stormy."

"Like a ******** hole in the head." Jordan was told, though it was clear that Rep was joking, giving the other man a pleased grin.

He was about to go on when the crazy b***h fought another crazy b***h and portals started popping open right left and center. "Are you ******** serious?" he snarled, hopping over one only to fall straight into another.

He fell into darkness, fell for what felt like for ever. And he didn't ******** care, all he cared about was that it would end so he could get back to the Boss, so he could fight. He wasn't afraid because he had never been scared of something as intangible as darkness. If you couldn't punch it in the balls he didn't give one single s**t.

Finally it spat him out and he rose, brushing off his zebra-print shirt and readjusting his custom ******** that shite." he snarled, hefting the gold rimmed axe up onto his shoulder.