5th Metal / open video
[ The video turns on Zane, who is somewhat disheveled, but, to the discerning eye, different than usual. Something too intent and high-strung has been muted, and there is a dangerous hint in his eyes. ]
Cassel is... hurt.
Someone needs to collect him.
Level 4, Cabin 12.
[ And video off. ]
[ ACTION SPAM (edited to add) ]
[ And now Zane is in zero.
He sits alone, arms crossed over his chest, his face hard and blank.
Come and visit! ]
Cassel is... hurt.
Someone needs to collect him.
Level 4, Cabin 12.
[ And video off. ]
[ ACTION SPAM (edited to add) ]
[ And now Zane is in zero.
He sits alone, arms crossed over his chest, his face hard and blank.
Come and visit! ]
Spam.
[Aaaand Cassel's crouched against the back wall, still bent over with blood on his mouth. He also doesn't look scared at all, despite looking completely exhausted.]
Hi, Kon.
Spam.
Get out of my way.
[Raises a hand and gives him a hard shove to clear the door way. A red aura flickers over him, in case the guy wants to retaliate. Rushes over to Cassel, horrified, angry, and worried all at once.]
It's cool?! Cassel, nothing about this is "cool"! What happened?!
Spam.
He can let Cassel explain. ]
Spam.
[He glances at Zane with a brief flash of humor, then back to Kon.]
But it's okay, I told him to.
Spam.
[Wants to facepalm, so hard. But now is not the time. He does a quick scan of Cassel, taking in the scope of his injuries. Cassel really let Zane go to town on him. The red aura around his hands glows brighter as he directs his tk at Cassel. Gently incases Cassel in his tk, lifting him up from the ground.]
We're going to the infirmary. [Shoots a glare at Zane.] We'll talk later.
Spam.
He looks to Cassel. ]
Cassel. [ Hesitates. The words feel strange, thinking them or saying them out loud. But he tries anyway, an echo of Cassel's words after Zane was done: ]
Thank you.
Spam.
No problem.
Spam.
Exits the room, with Cassel in tow.]
Once you're fixed up, you and I are going to talk. [Concern flickers through his eyes.]
How are you feeling?
Spam.
[Pretty much everything hurts, but he looks calm and relaxed.]
Sorry. For being a hassle.
Spam.
Spam.
Spam.
Spam.
[Just the stubbornest face he can possibly make with a split lip right now.]
Spam.
[Rounds the corner, approaching the infirmary.]
Spam.
What's your point? [He's not actually as good at being cold here as he thinks he is.]
Spam.
Spam.
Okay.
Spam.
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