#leylinetrue

Interesting, it seems that in this reduced state of power, Yamato was swiftly becoming overwhelmed by various undead corpses.

Phecda tilts their head down at him, the controlled gheist at their side huffing.

“Are you really contemplating saving him, sibling?” “Well, think on it, Benet. If we safe him, his belief in merit might mean he will begrudgingly owe me a favor after all this is over. Realize that I will also owe you, if you remember this, when I get out of here, as I am also limited.” “It’s not like I’m much better, Phecda.” “Ah, but you can use magics, even of the weakest tier.” “Fine, fine. But you get to take my monitoring duties for a decade.” “A deal.”

Yamato may soon find the hordes of corpses bursting into flame around him, via the use of a familiar, if weak, spell. Maragi.

“Up here, coward of Merit. I’m not going to offer you a hand up to the roofs for long!”  Phecda is hanging by their knees off of an open windowsill, extending a hand towards the human.

Seems today was just another day in this city, stuck observing things for the sake of observing them. None of his siblings to talk to, hell, no one from their home world to fight.

It’s boring here.

Not even that man who looks like Yamato Hotsuin can relieve-- wait. Looks like Yamato Hotsuin? 

The start pauses and turns around, looking back at the other. That hair... the stupid tufts in the back, the aura around him-- this was the actual Yamato. ...Polaris’ last instructions had been to test his strength on sight. If he dies, no big deal. Finally, someone to fight. Someone else to interact with who knows even a fraction of what they do. Even more interesting, they might be on equal ground with the human for once.

Phecda cracks their neck, lets out a short croon of star-speak (Hey/attention/look dumbass/human/yamato!) and promptly rushes the other, determined to hit him the back of his head. They’re not going to waste what advantage they might have.

Phaidros was taking a lunch break at the moment. It was late, but he was pretty deep into tweaking this recent song of his so it flowed right.

Sooo, when he was mid water-bottle and saw a certain manager of his walk in, the rest if it is drained in a heartbeat and they go to essentially tackle him for fun.

“Hey, Yammy! Day going well for ya?!” this is stated as Phaidros lightly tackles his manager, landing quickly just to make sure Yamato wouldn’t fall on his own face.

Target spotted... target lightly followed-- duck behind that billboard on the roof for a second....

There, target distracted by something. Phecda draws their arm back and lets fly a water balloon-- a water balloon full of honey. If it doesn’t give the man a concussion, it’ll leave him sticky.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Yamato!

You’ll be housed in CONDO 431.

You will retain everything you were given previously.

As you were removed during an activity check you have one week to make three ic posts, else you will be considered inactive once more.

        Panting, Mitsuki skids to a stop to catch his breath. Usually his stamina was excellent, but he must’ve just been running nonstop from those shamblers and spectres. Mitsuki personally has nothing he could do to fend them off, rendered useless on the island without any special abilities like others. Although annoyed at his own incompetence, he’s started to run in hopes of staying alive. He has people to live for!

“…I hesitate to ask ‘are you sure,’ but.” Rogue gestures at the six or seven empty disposable coffee cups cluttering his desk. “When’s the last time you slept, sir? And I don’t mean passing out with your head on the table, I mean actually going home, getting in bed, and doing nothing but sleeping for more than four or five hours.”

A thought occurs to her; she pulls the chair on the other side of the desk (that she’s definitely heard referred to as the Chair of Doom before) over to Yamato’s side, so she can sit down next to him. “If this is about…” Ugh, how to say this tactfully? “If this is about the Petersen case, I - I know how you feel. I spent - weeks, in the wasteland, feeling like I needed…to find him, to actually close the case instead of them just giving up on him, as fast as I possibly could. Because he’d - because people would get hurt if I didn’t.”