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meadowlarklogs2020-07-13 09:00 pm
bloodbathing) wrote in meadowlarklogs2020-07-13 09:00 pm
bloodbathing) wrote in meadowlarklogs2020-07-13 09:00 pm
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Ephemera's armored up but Drake isn't, and Ephemera knows what Maine can do when he puts his mind to it. And he moves, whipping out the baton. He yells, wordless and furious, and aims a blow for Maine's head. Won't down the man but it might force him to course correct. ]
Hey! Motherfucker!
[ Don't get in too close, Ephemera reminds himself. Stay light on your feet, and fucking dance. He thinks of the sergeant and gets ready to move. ]
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Maine is so focused on Drake, his vision tunneled to a single point, that he doesn't notice Ephemera closing in. Doesn't see the blow coming until it slams into his head, knocking him off course and sending him staggering. It fucking hurts. Maine hisses in pain, but he doesn't retreat. Doesn't switch from fight to flight. All he does is switch targets, his unnaturally dilated eyes now locked on Ephemera.
Ephemera is armed and armored. Maine doesn't care. What should cause him to pause and assess barely even registers. If there's armor in the way, he'll just have to tear it off or hit harder.
He tries brute strength first. Braces his feet and aims a powerful, far-too-fast punch at Ephemera's face. ]
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[ A part of Drake is trained to join the fight, but that's not what he's here for. He does step forward to close the distance a little, hand still out as he focuses. They need Maine to calm down. He just needs to be calm himself, and-- there.
His chest glows softly blue through his shirt, and Maine should start to feel it any second. ]
It's okay... come on...
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But he promised. He agreed.
Ephemera dodges back with a snarl, takes the blow on the shoulder instead of directly to the face. It still staggers him but he keeps his feet, keeps moving. And he does not try to break Maine's skull into pulp.
This better fucking work. ]
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He steps forward, pursuing. Starts to throw another punch, this one aimed at Ephemera's chest—
And then he freezes.
Something is happening. Something unexpected. Something Maine doesn't understand. He steps back. Falls into a defensive stance for the first time, then freezes again. His mind is torn between freezing and retreating, unable to figure out why he feels so … so heavy…
Maine doesn't look around to try and find what's causing the sensation. He doesn't think to. His gaze is still locked on Ephemera, the brown of his irises swallowed by his pupils, but he doesn't move to attack. And gradually, his breathing is starting to slow. ]
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It's okay, Maine.
[ He steps a little closer, eyes darting between Maine and Ephemera, until he's standing beside the latter and trying to catch Maine's attention. ]
It's almost over, just relax. You're fine.
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Then, nothing. Ephemera holds, adrenaline kicked up high. He waits, listening, watching. ]
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And then, like a switch being flipped, the glow from Maine's chest vanishes. His muscles relax, and he blinks rapidly as his pupils contract to their normal size. Then he grimaces as the pain from Ephemera's baton and every single one of Carolina's blows hits him.
It hurts. It really fucking hurts. But Maine finds that he's not concerned about it, really, even though pain shoots through his chest with every breath. He looks from Ephemera to Drake and back again, mild confusion knotting his brow. Then, calm as can be, he turns to look for Carolina. ]
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Hey, are you okay? Let me know if I should stop.
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He looks back to Drake. Tilts his head slightly as he asks, ]
Stop what?
[ He sees the blue glow from Drake's chest, but he doesn't know what it's causing. ]
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Oh.
[ A stress response that Drake can neutralize. Okay.
He looks from Drake to Ephemera, then back again, still mildly puzzled by their presence. He should really ask Carolina what's going on.
He remembers grabbing Carolina's shirt. He remembers lifting her into the air. He remembers winding up and throwing her full-force against a wall. But he's not … bothered by it. He should be, he knows, but he's not. And he's not bothered by that, either.
Still, he should find her. Make sure that she's okay. He turns again, muttering as he does so, ]
Where's Carolina?
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[ The glow fades and with it the sense of calm slips away, leaving Maine to feel... whatever he's going to feel. ]