#aeternuum

He had hoped for a quiet night of recon on potential low-lives and their operations from the bar. That’s why he had dressed up...Appropriately.

He still needed to be able to defend himself, so his hefty prosthetics remained. Whilst the blades beneath were hidden as best as they could with his baggy pants, his right arm was entirely covered by his thick hoodie, tidied off with a glove on either hand - He couldn’t let them see the metal! But seems cover was blown, and above the scarf wrapped around his mask, a confused look was thrown towards the drunken, and very disorderly, gentleman at the bar. He shook his head quickly, and raised both hands in defence, hopeful no gleams of metal appeared at the seems between globe and hoodie.

“ Someone sure did a number on you, pal “ 

The demon mused, looking over what was possible a human corpse. Possibly as there’s only a few things left over that the demonic entity could figure being one of those mortals. Limb here, a jaw there, and a couple of bones being broken. Yesh.

“ Well... Since your not using these anymore “

∰ ╾ ❝ it’s okay. ❞

                     down on one knee, a gloved hand                       clutching his shin, elliot struggles                      not       to      release   a cry of pain,                       and swats the other’s hand away.                      his breaths exhaled   in         deep                       shudders —-

                                         ❝ it’s just a sprain. ❞

                     —- he grits his teeth as he tries                       and fails to stand. 

            ❝ ….i think. ❞

————-    “Stop being so difficult and let me help.”

                  It wasn't a request, nor a plea but an non-negotiable demand as lithe hands reached out towards the Nightray once more-- ignoring any and all objections that may sprout from his friend as his arm is pulled over Oz's shoulders. The smaller boy's arm then hooked around Elliot's waist as he helped him to a standing position.

                   "You can act like a big proud idiot later, Elliot-- but for right now, we need to get you to someone who can really help.”

                 Attempting to take the weight of the fiery teen was a bit awkward to say the least and caused Oz to grunt and adjust until finding a balance that worked for travel. Knowing Elliot, he was not only a bit heavy for his smaller frame to lift and walk with partially but he would also make this an extremely annoying venture. Any other time the blond would be a bit more lighthearted but his concern translated to seriousness, a kind that was ready and waiting to shut down any and all outbursts.

aeternuum started following you

"What business do you have here? Why have you come to bother Cheshire?"