#serphsup

Minato was pretty sure walking around a sketchy lab after being told to not touch anything wasn’t going to go well... especially considering the fact the scientist he’d been talking to said the creatures in here were all looking for a “host”... 

Not that it stopped him from getting probably too close to what looked like an already breaking glass window to get a better look at a broken, twitching body of a person. 

This place was unfamiliar, and the unfamiliarity put Connor on edge. He wasn’t used to being anywhere but Detroit, but the current investigation demanded he step out of his comfort zone, so he swallowed his anxiety for the time being. 

That didn’t mean he wasn’t lost, though. Maybe there was a local he could ask for help...? 

“Hey, Serph...” Heat approached him, blood all over his face. That wasn’t normal for the werebear to leave anything behind from a meal, so that was probably a sign there was an issue. It was probably also an issue since he liked walking around all shifted usually.

Well–he had seen enough body horrors from his own person, and on others, due to data corruption, but..he didn’t see this very often. Chims were one thing–but the monsters themselves ( oh, that poor chickie.. ) had been something completely different. “Players usually drain health using weapons…not by eating their actual data..” he explains, “I probably wouldn’t do it in the open, either, lest another player takes this to the forums.” How many GMs would come running to find this guy..

Connor hadn’t been thinking when he ran from the castle in his home kingdom. All he had wanted to do was get away. 

Well... he’d done that. Now he was lost, paranoid, and exhausted. He’d rarely been out of the castle before, and now he was trying to get out of his mother’s reach without so much as a map to guide him, and it was getting increasingly late and cold. 

"Sheffield...” O’Brien had spent a good ten minutes in the hall preparing himself when he finally let the name escape his lips and he pushed into the other’s office. “Have you seen Heat? I was supposed to put the clones down for a nap and he ran off and I haven’t seen him since. I figured he’d have found his way to your office, since he likes hanging off you so much.”

Heat hadn’t been able to stand looking at Serph for a good week now.

A week ago, he’d been fine... They were all working towards saving the princess of legends from her slumber, occasionally dealing with a member of their group dropping off, but... Then something had changed.

Heat had remembered his past life. He remembered wanting to protect the princess from his fellow prince, remembered the evil behind it all having the other prince (he could feel his soul hissing out the name “Sheffield” whenever he thought about him) on their side, could remember challenging him to a duel. Heat also remembered the fatal blow, the smirk from Sheffield and the mocking tone, the princess crying out as he bled to death...

All of that hit him whenever he looked at Serph (Sheffield reincarnated) and it made him sick. The guy he considered a friend... Could he really be considered that when facts pointed to him having killed Heat before?

“Hey, Serph.”