September/October Catch-All

[wapples]

Who: Fat Billie (wapples)
What: Open and Closed prompts (Closed only for now)
When: September, and October
Where: Throughout Trench

Content Warnings: None yet! Will tag in the comments as necessary

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[shiro2hero]

[Shiro is not a Coldblood. He's not any sort of special blood that could actually affect the temperature of this street. But the air seems to cool by several degrees. He is, in most situations, in most times, a patient, steady man. He would, nine times out of ten, prefer to talk this situation through. To understand the whys of someone's actions, no matter the outcome.]

[This is, apparently the tenth time.]

[Rationality has flown the coop. All he hears is Yes, I hurt your dear friend and I am incredibly blase about it. All he sees is a man casually walking down the street while someone Shiro deeply cares for is blinded for this man's colossal error.]

[His fist swings before Shiro thinks too much more about it. The metal one. The one saved for the monsters of Trench.]

[And it's aimed squarely at the necromancer's jaw.]

[necrolord]

[ He expected, you know, maybe a little bit of shouting. Some comically loud distress. He did not expect the guy to shoot forward and punch him in the face.

He also, if anyone's keeping score, did not expect the metal hand.

Shiro connects with an unpleasant crack, and God goes flying. He goes right down on his ass on the cobblestone streets, which is insult to injury; it leaves him blinking up at Shiro in bewilderment and not a little incredulity, a hand to his jaw.

All he manages is, inelegantly: ] Ow.

[shiro2hero]

[To be fair, no one expects Shiro of all people to do the talking with his fists.]

[He takes a deliberate step, himself between Billie and the man on the ground. Just in case. It doesn't feel good, heck, it barely feels better. But at least there's something. At least Vyng isn't the only one who got hurt. That should make it feel okay. Right?]

[But on the other hand (har har), he is so damned tired of everyone he cares about being screwed over by this place, by the other people - ]

If you are ever involved in hurting one of mine again, I'm not going to hold back.

[After all, he hadn't turned on the glow, had he? His voice is still icy calm, barely restrained. It only warms a fraction when he addresses Billie again:]

Do you need help escorting him?

[wapples]

[Billie isn't entirely sure what he expected Shiro to do with the unpleasant truth they had both just dumped on him, but violence sure wasn't it.

Sometimes some people do deserve punches in the face, but he's already gotten his revenge here, and now they are working on a solution.

The boy moves between the pair in an effort to quell any further fighting before it has a chance to really get out of hand.]

It's okay now - he's gonna help! He already said he would.

[He casts a glance back at the necromancer with a critical eye.]

Right?

[necrolord]

[ John splays his hands in front of him, a startled Easy, easy. ]

Look, I'm off the warpath. We can all be friends.

[ He picks himself up with exaggerated care, pops his jaw with a hand, rolls his nose around like he's setting something right. All this accomplished is leaving a smudge of dirt on his face. He glances to Billie, all the same. ]

I'm already under heavy guard. [ That being Billie, and obviously a joke. ] But I am going to help... healing the blind, that's right in my wheelhouse.

[shiro2hero]

[We can all be friends - it's an effort not to scoff.]

No. We can't.

[And no, he won't. He is extremely tempted to offer to go with them, but honestly, if he spends more time in this guy's presence right now, he's just going to get more irritated. Billie seems to believe him. But Billie is also... a tiny child. Literally tiny.]

Billie, if something goes wrong, let people know, all right?

[Again, the coldness in his tone fades when he addresses the kid. No reason to be angry with Billie, after all.]

[wapples]

[Billie grins as the joke sails right over his head. That's right. He can totally overpower this guy who tried to stab the ocean if he decides this is no longer a fun game. No chance at all of anything going at all wrong here.

Still, he looks to Shiro with a serious nod.]

Don't worry! I got this. I'll make sure he fixes Vyng, and I'll tell you when it's done too, okay?

[If he's disturbed at all by the sounds coming from the necromancer as he pops his jaw and sets his nose right again, it doesn't show. Instead, he just extends his hand back out again.]

Come on. We got eyes to fix.

[necrolord]

[ He can't say it's a surprise, but it is disappointing: here's one more burned bridge. They keep popping up just when he thinks he's finished touring them all. John, who can't ever pass up an opportunity, raises a hand in a wave goodbye. Shiro looks like he might hit him again.

But he takes the kid's hand, in the end, and lets himself be led on through Trench. They probably could've done this by Lamp transit, but there is something so painfully charming about trying to keep up with Billie's scurrying walk.

This is how Vyng gets Billie on his doorstep with a black-eyed lich-king holding his hand. ]