[Closed] Catch-all

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WHO: Squall, and others
WHAT: Catch-all for miscellany + girlfriend is gone
WHERE: Dorms?
WHEN: February
WARNING: Experiencing loss?

[Top levels within.]

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[His surprise is delayed, almost in slow motion. By the time his mind clears enough, he already feels the familiar lightness in his form. He looks down at his hands in wonder. What other magic does Tidus have?

He shakes his head to try and clear it more and nods. He'll follow. He can do that much. He'll wait to speak. There are too many people around. And it's too close to where the bombing happened. Bad memories everywhere.]

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[ Then they're going, the usual dashing pace one takes closer to a run in speed, no conversation necessary. He's leading Squall towards the side of town that isn't as heavy in commercial shopping, where the streets begin to lose their shine, a show of indifference displayed in the creeping silence of traffic, the usual bustle of pedestrians dropping from view. The west end of town gets no love, where the warehouses and storage units take precedence.

He slips through a gate held by a chain that isn't as secured as it should be, holds the space ajar for Squall. Palettes are abandoned across the yard, a forklift ditched in a visible corner. But it's indoors where Tidus wants to lead him into, shelving units reaching high, but a wide spread of floor immediately available.

Squall can take it in while Tidus ditches his jacket and bag by the door, bending a leg him in stretches afterwards. ]

Found this a month ago when Hank was asking for help looking for hideouts. Been keeping an eye on it -- no one comes here. Most of the boxes are trash people stole from.

[ Those still on the shelves, anyway. ]

I can help heal us up, but let's leave our limbs intact, alright?

[ It'd be a joke any other day, but Tidus isn't hoping to inspire that kind of mood. Just setting a rule: let's keep our body parts, please. ]

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[The sprinting on its own is nice. It's movement, action, doing something mindless that will eventually tire him out. It doesn't go long enough but it's a good start. The warehouse reminds him of the ones Premium Foods uses. He's pretty sure theirs is not far off from here, in fact.

He takes a moment to look around while Tidus gets ready, by which he mostly circles in place to take in the room. His focus is slow to return but he's aware enough to look for anything suspicious. Not that he doesn't trust Tidus. They just can't be too careful. If it really is safe, it'll come in handy for storage and shelter.

He drags his eyes back to the other, and rolls his shoulders in a weak shrug. He'll follow whatever. If it's up to him, he'd let himself hurt and bleed more than is safe. He's trying to care but it feels like he's in a pool of jello.]

Magic?

[His jacket is covering most of his spell tattoos but the one on his left hand is visible - a spike shape surrounded by light. And for emphasis he casts it by holding his hand to his forehead. A circle of light appearing around him the same time a spike made of light appears in his hand.]

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Sure, let me know everything you can do before we start.

[ Now that's a joke, joined by a half-tugged grin, unless Squall wants to go ahead and do exactly that. Tidus undoes the latch for his weapon and pulls it out, a heavy flick of his wrist unravelling it from its scissored state into a more full-length blade.

But if Squall's going to use magic, Tidus really is going to use the information to his advantage and raise a hand before his forehead, bringing it down with a fistpump and rays of light encasing him before fading out of sight. ]

So. Anything else I should worry about before we start?