#||..threads | varian

A SEARCH PARTY HAD BEEN SENT OUT FOR HIM as soon as the horse and cart had come back empty, the animal having raced back to the castle WITHOUT its driver in tow. Everyone had set off in a different direction to look for Varian, though it was Eugene that found him-- the boy was laying face-down on the side of the road; a faint trail of blood led from the road to where he had collapsed. He was still CONSCIOUS, but barely, hanging on BY A THREAD. | @thiefreign​

Varian chuckles, rubbing at the back of his neck with a gloved hand. “Well, y’see, I kiiiinda... Some of my inventions are a little, er-- EXPLOSIVE.”

“What... is... THAT--?” The question is clearly directed at the other’s sailboard, his blue eyes lighting up. “It’s BEAUTIFUL. How-- How does it work?” | @solrsurfr​ 

“That-- Th-That was a MISTAKE...” He hadn’t SECURED the part tight enough, that much was OBVIOUS, what with the thin iron rod PIERCING his shoulder. Too weak (and squeamish) to PULL IT OUT, he was PINNED to the wall. What a GREAT DAY to be Varian. | @zephyrises​

“OSTARA, GET BACK--” If there was ONE PLAYER who was INNOCENT in all of this, it was OSTARA. With a swipe of his arm, BLACK ROCKS shot up in a semi-circle around him, putting some DISTANCE between the boy and the Pandorian. “You shouldn’t BE HERE.” | @pandoriic​

“AGH-- GET... AWAY... FROM ME--!” Teeth gritted as a gloved hand reached up to PRESS firmly against his right eye. He STUMBLED back, trying to put as much DISTANCE between himself and Cassandra as humanly POSSIBLE. To think, all those years of FAILED INVENTIONS and DANGEROUS SITUATIONS... just to be slashed by a SWORD. | @moonstonetm​

“What a GOOD POINT, you have there, CAP--” DANGEROUS? A MENACE TO SOCIETY? If that’s how they saw him, then SO BE IT. First the automatons, now the MOONSTONE. He had not been so EASILY DEFEATED before, what made the captain of the guard think he could be taken down NOW? “But I think you UNDERESTIMATE me.” | @notgettingawaythistime​

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT ME TO SAY.” He was HURT-- wasn’t that OBVIOUS ENOUGH? Oh, and ANGRY. He’d physically recovered from his eye injury, but not MENTALLY, nor did he ever think he WOULD. It was just the ICING ON THE CAKE that was everything else that had happened to him in the past year. “That I’M wrong, and YOU’RE right? That I should STOP all of this?” | @novumsomnium​ for Adira