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deusinterfector

Wαяпıпɢ: Aяε чσυ ƨυяε чσυ шαпт тσ ｓｈｕｔｄｏｗｎ?

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aruvisu:

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It took more than a few moments to register what had happened.

One thing for certain was that he was much more tired than he had been when they had set out of the Colony, and that had been only a few minutes ago, not even half of the hour that they stood in. Exhaustion came easily with the virus, but from his past experience he had learned that it came after a few hours, not after a few minutes. Now he was not sure if it was because the virus was now effecting him far greater than it had been before (because it was -earlier was a wonderful example of that), or if it was because he had dug a little deeper to access concealed power for the sake of simply not needing to use it.

Fingers curled into the soft soil underneath his palms. They were in a forest area, the trees towering over them with the night sky hovered above to show millions of stars, only to have the leaning trees conceal their visions of it (A shame, really, he enjoyed the sight of the stars. It reminded him of home). Shulk was speaking, a flurry of words from his mouth, first of an apology for landing right on top of him, and a second just a short phrase of question, wondering where they had landed. Even Alvis himself did not know, which was not necessarily a good thing.

On tired arms, Alvis propped himself up so he could have a better view of the surroundings, argent eyes examining the area through the darkness. Shulk stood doing the same, watching as they remained lost in the unknown forest Alvis had promptly decided to place them him. Better than falling into the sea, he supposed. His hands dug a little deeper into the dirt and mud beneath his palms, to assure himself that there was something there (and to hopefully get the blood working in his system again, his cheeks had grown awfully pale and he was starting to get a bit shaky). A cricket softly sung in the distance.

❝ I would apologize for our loss in location, but I doubt that it would make our situation any better than it already is. Though I suppose I should say worse, seeing that we have no clue as to where we are. ❞

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He supposes he'd rather be lost than.. Well, the previous alternative. Still, now that the wonder has worn off at their postively foreign surroundings--all veiled in green and brown and the sky's blues, seemingly absolutely remote [beautiful, especially under different circumstances, but he can't help the apprehension that seeps into the image]--the blonde returns to the other's side,

❝You don't need to apologize. Ah-Are you okay?❞

The closer Shulk gets the more he notices, but he doesn't say it aloud. Perhaps Alvis doesn't want him to notice. Either way, he's sure the silverette knows as much. Shulk doesn't need to breathe it out. He, himself, doesn't want to. As if doing so would make it more real.

The main priority would be to ensure that Alvis was alright. They couldn't find a way to that lab now, with him in such a state. The blonde could look around and try to ascertain their position on his own later.

❝Can you stand?❞

He asks, but means for him not to, at the very least, move far. Just enough to shelter against one of the nearby trunks. It's with such in mind that he supports the other and moves him this small distance. Then, dig through what supplies he brought and hope they can help. Time is certainly a factor in this instance, but the blonde isn't willing to risk much more than this. Alvis wouldn't have much luck with Shulk as a caregiver in the event he needed as much as he had--

No, he'd just have to get them to somewhere where the silverette could have someone more reliable to take care of him. It was all he could do. As frustrating of a truth as it was. He had no choice.

He already begins to gather his wits, examining the tree bark for any evidence that could narrow their location--he could do this much--

#aruvisu #:chain attack;#Wαяпıпɢ: Aяε чσυ ƨυяε чσυ шαпт тσ ｓｈｕｔｄｏｗｎ?#:you will [ q u e u e ] our names;

cσғғεε яεvεяιε;;

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Coffee beans and keyboard clicks. One, rich in aroma and - eventually - taste, the other, a miniscule, - depending on the device - often repetitive noise. Both a staple to any good and respectable cafe or coffee shop. The added smell of fresh pastries and tea was just a bonus. In other circumstances, it could be seen as overwhelming but this particular shop had a 'air-it-out' policy--mostly keeping the door open and using the vents. No one liked too-much-smell-not-enough-oxygen, after all. And it brought in customers.

❝I'm not late am I?❞

The blonde trots in smiling--sheepishly all the while--at his already arrived friend and co-worker. He may have slept in after another long night. Perhaps it shows, for he only receives an exasperated,

"No, thank god."

He chuckles, finds he's already been checked in, and goes to complete set up after he's done changing. The uniform is simple enough in essence, requiring only the top and of course the apron. He's glad for the hoodie option in tops. Some people said he wore long sleeves too often. He rolls the sleeves up as he re-wipes every table and chair, tugs them down checking the register, pulls them back up putting out the pastry displays, and so forth. When he's done, theres already a line at the door. Still early but..

The customers pour in gratefully, - it's cold out and he didn't want them to freeze - order, and then seat themselves. Much the same as any day. These were the early morning regulars, who would reside with them until their usual time, leave and be replaced by the afternoon group and so on. Some from each group stayed all day, it just depended on the person.

It was the random stragglers they got to come in that interested him most. Their reasons for coming, their order. Some were a one time affair and others would become regular visitors, different from the sit ins if only by the manner and timing of their coming. It was always nice to get to know someone, new or otherwise however.

Probably why he enjoyed the job so much.

#aruvisu #:engage;#:chain attack;#cσғғεε яεvεяιε;;

deusinterfector

Wαяпıпɢ: Aяε чσυ ƨυяε чσυ шαпт тσ ｓｈｕｔｄｏｗｎ?

aruvisu

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His argent eyes were open as the blue sky opened up to swallow him, to lead him down to the blue waves that crashed down below into a deep abyss of blue. At least he liked the blue better than he did the red, and the red didn’t seem like it would be making an appearance anytime soon. Or, he hoped it would not. Even so, the blue was far more welcoming than the red had been. The red had been painful. Blue was simply water. Just a touch and a slight sting was all blue brought. Both could bring black, though.

Red follows him, though, when he begins to fall down into the blue. It wasn’t the red from before, a red far opposite than the one he had encountered earlier when he had been in the bed. It was a good red, a red that gleamed like gold and glimmered like the gentle sea that was underneath him, waiting to welcome them both. Peach reaches out to him, and words reach his ears, but they’re falling, both falling, and what is he supposed to do about it?

When their hands meet it brings him back. It was at this time that he actually realized that such a comforting blue was waiting to swallow them whole, and that the sting may be far greater. If he felt the string, then would Shulk-

Ｓｈｕｌｋ．ＨｅｈａｄｔｏｓａｖｅＳｈｕｌｋ．

Body tensed, his breathing came to a stop as the gravity took them down. His free hand rested on his collarbone, fingers brushing against the golden key that he had always kept close on his person. Blue eyes met silver ones. The breath released.

Just before the blue did, light took them away.

Wind was knocked out of them both as they crashed down onto the ground of an empty clearing, grass underneath them and trees surrounding the area. Shulk and Alvis had landed on earth, but where, they did not know.

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He's only glad that he had managed to make it--though perhaps he should be concerned for his own well being, jumping off cliffs could be dangerous. Still, he barely feels the wind alerting them to their rapid descent through the sheer relief. --Granted that relief would not last long, Alvis', or rather their lives were still under duress. Following him made it harder to help him themselves. Oops. It was good there was no one at the top of the cliff to yell at them both. One for running off the cliff in the first place, and the other for following him without thought.

But thinking too much had gotten him - and others - in trouble before.

The silverette's eyes clear, and that brings him greater relief, midfall. The vision that sent them over undoubtably not lost to the other's mind. Temporarily forgotten? Perhaps. He can read it, the natural sort of shock--that he should probably be feeling--, in the silver that comes to look back at him for just a moment. He catches the movement--

And then - another clarity. Sureness.

The background around them changes - Shulk sees ground instead of sea--

With a noise of protest from the blonde, they land unceremoniously upon said ground. He lets out a groan and--upon finding his fall cushioned by the other body--attempts to scramble up and off.

❝Shoot - I'm sorry, Alvis are you alright?❞

He then takes the time to look around--confused for the most part--

❝Where..?❞

#aruvisu #:chain attack;#Wαяпıпɢ: Aяε чσυ ƨυяε чσυ шαпт тσ ｓｈｕｔｄｏｗｎ?

sunoharamomose

request for a friend B)))

#:chosen wielder;

homrafighter

When I say it doesn’t

h u r t me, that means…

…I can b e a r it.

NEVERTHELESS,

I still

feel

the PAIN

#:skill;

bonbonbunny

I haven’t touched Sketchpad in a little while!!!! Or drawn much of anything really. _(:3」∠)_ But my bff requested a Winter scene with hot cocoa and a character of my choice, so I picked Shulk because he is already sporting the cozy sweater……………… what a cute……………………………….

#:chosen wielder;#:you will [ q u e u e ] our names;

monado-barrette

Xenoblade-NewWorld by Koruku21

#:chosen wielder;#:argent daydream;#:enigma;#:you will [ q u e u e ] our names;

deusinterfector

Wαяпıпɢ: Aяε чσυ ƨυяε чσυ шαпт тσ ｓｈｕｔｄｏｗｎ?

aruvisu

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More questions were thrown his way, which truly was not much of a surprise -Shulk had been woken in the middle of the night and dragged outside of the Colony, as they were crossing to leave now, and was no doubt wondering what Alvis exactly had in mind. There were only so many hints that Alvis had been able to gather from his newly acquired virus. There was one thing for certain, which was that he had one. His mind had settled on a few suspicions as well. One could not simply acquire a virus at random, and most certainly not Alvis. Someone had tampered with the system, done something to it.

Ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅｈａｄｇｉｖｅｎｉｔｔｏｈｉｍ．

Throughout his long lived life, Alvis hadn’t made any enemies, not really. He had angered Zanza with his disobedience, but most of the time he had been working for the Royal Family at Alcamoth, and before that he had been up to other things (things that would remain ambiguous, of course -Alvis always had secrets to hide).

❝ I suppose that it depends on the route we take. We will be taking the quickest way possible. It is best we make hast-. ❞

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The doors were locked. It needed a key, a specific key. A lock wouldn’t stop them from getting in. Not when they had a goal, not when there was something they wanted that lie ahead of them. They slammed against the doors, shaking the laboratory. They would reach their goal, no matter the cost.

Alvis stared into the distance. He saw different than Shulk did, his eyes glowing the same blue as when the Monado activated, the same blue as when Shulk had visions. He stretched out his hand. Empty words fell on his lips.

The doors weren’t locked anymore. They banged against the wall as they were forced open, left in the dust as they went further inside the laboratory. Door after door, banging against the metallic walls. They reached the final area. One last place, and there goal would be met…

Shulk was merely nothing to Alvis, not right now, not when he saw them intruding. Intruding to where the last of his secrets lie. His feet broke into a sprint, leaving the confused blonde behind as he bolted across the rest of the war. His feet touched the gravel underneath him, and then grass, and dirt and rock as he continued to run, faster with every stride. The blonde had to be following, his movement had been so sudden there was no telling where he was going. And he was climbing and running and going up until he finally blinked and his eyes returned to argent. But it was too late, and he fell into the waves below.

deusinterfector

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He really had wanted to stop himself. But he couldn't help seem to help it. He didn't like being left in the dark and Alvis couldn't say he'd never done that to him. He's sure they both want answers. Alvis didn't seem to know everything. For once.

They should hurry, for the other's sake he notes, judging by his earlier state. Gladly intaking the other's reflective statement.

It's barely noticable, but Shulk picks up on the cutoff statement, blue flickering in surprise toward the silverette,

❝Alvis..?❞

No response. Instead, that distinctive glow that he instantly responds to. The same sensation he'd gone through many times. He steps forward, closer. A vision? But why would he be having one now? It couldn't be good. He knows Alvis can't hear him, so its not like he can ask--he sometimes wishes he had more finesse with other outlets--so he tries not to say anymore. Tries.

When the other bolts, he lets out a noise of surprise.

He breaks into a run after him, quickly gaining momentum. It's not enough to catch up but its enough to keep the other in sight. And he just keeps going. Shulk pushes himself forward just a little harder with each step, he has to catch up or--

Cliffs.

❝--Alvis don't..!❞

But its too late. And the blond is tumbling after him according to gravities mercy. He's close enough now to grasp at the silverette. Hands find purchase before the blue swallows them both--

#aruvisu #:chain attack;#Wαяпıпɢ: Aяε чσυ ƨυяε чσυ шαпт тσ ｓｈｕｔｄｏｗｎ?

ⓒⓞⓝⓓⓔⓝⓢⓔⓓ ⒡⒠⒠⒧⒤⒩⒢⒮ 54minutes 15tracks

{ "Which hurts the most? Saying something and wishing you had not, or saying nothing, and wishing you had?" }

1. what's a soul mate? (monologue) - One Tree Hill / 2. you are my sunshine - elizabeth mitchell / 3. boats and birds - gregory and hawk / 4. say something (cover) - a great big world ft. christina aguilera / 5. tee shirt - birdy / 6. bonfire heart (cover) - james blunt / 7. ships in the night (present tense bootleg) - mat kearney / 8. maps (sam tsui & jason pitts) - maroon 5 / 9. kiss me slowly - parachute / 10. falling in love at a coffeeshop - landon pigg / 11. beautiful times (acoustic cover) - owl city ft. lindsey sterling / 12. armor - landon austin / 13. red (music video version) - taylor swift / 14. you know where to find me - imogen heap / 15. come home - one republic

#:ballads;

deusinterfector

Wαяпıпɢ: Aяε чσυ ƨυяε чσυ шαпт тσ ｓｈｕｔｄｏｗｎ?

aruvisu

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To Alvis’ luck, Shulk only managed to stumble a few words out of his mouth before falling silent, a brief understanding between them that there was no point in questioning the silverette’s words and that it would be best to simply follow and ask questions once they had gotten along their way.

The two companions made their way out of the house, the bag strapped over Alvis’ shoulder and lightly bumping into his hip as he walked. The lights in Colony 9 had been dimmed, including those on the streets and not just the house lights of the houses the residents resided in. It was to allow others to sleep more easily, not woken from the light of the street, but the street lights were still light enough to give sign of any intruder if there would be one (not that anyone, side the mechon in the past, were foolish enough to try and attack a whole colony. It was merely a precaution that they had to take.)

Shulk was given a quizzical look at his comment. Had Alvis not planned on going somewhere he would have not woke Shulk up, and therefore there would be no point in walking through the Colony (to the exit was more like it). He supposed he could let Shulk’s obvious question slide just this once and not give a snarky comment in reply (he had been prepared to, as Shulk always said he did have a touch of sass to him), and answer what he really knew was on his mind. It was not a question of do you know, it was a question of where are.

❝ We are leaving the Colony. ❞

It was a short answer, but an answer nonetheless. From the look on Shulk’s face, that of more confusion, Alvis figured it wasn’t exactly the answer he was looking for. He knew that not only the thought of where was on his mind, which he hadn’t given the specifics to, but why.

❝ You said yourself that we have to get rid of the virus. I have thought of a possible course of action, although I cannot be certain. We are going to a laboratory. My origins, in fact. ❞

Alvis and Shulk were heading to where Alvis had been ｃｒｅａｔｅｄ.

deusinterfector

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They are quick to flight, but Shulk is sure to grab what Sharla had left him. Just in case. He assumes Alvis has grabbed everything else they'd need. He can't help but take some of his own supplies, however, it makes his person feel less unprepared. And he much prefers it that way.

The colony is always quieter at night, but Shulk loves the atmosphere either way. Even with fewer people around--awake--it still felt very much alive. And there was the odd person still awake, their weird habits dictating, but that only added. They didn't much mind the two on their way out. Shulk did it all the time, after all. Perhaps he had just finally convinced the silverette to accompany him. Of course, the case wasn't exact, but it wasn't wrong either.

He waits for the first bit of information, and it's patience that keeps him quiet for moments longer, in hopes that Alvis will tell him just a little more. He is rewarded when more information is plopped into his hands. The words themselves though, surprise him. But it would make sense wouldn't it? Of course, his origin would--or should--have some kind of clue.

❝Ah. Alright. It's not too far is it?❞

Humor him just a little more, would you? Let him sate his curiosity, just a little more. Then he'll make himself stop. He's just worried about Alvis at this point. The strain of travel--

He knew the silverette could handle himself but it still made him worry. Especially after the episode.

#aruvisu #:chain attack;#Wαяпıпɢ: Aяε чσυ ƨυяε чσυ шαпт тσ ｓｈｕｔｄｏｗｎ?

deusinterfector

Wαяпıпɢ: Aяε чσυ ƨυяε чσυ шαпт тσ ｓｈｕｔｄｏｗｎ?

aruvisu

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When Shulk came back, Sharla was with him, which told him that she hadn’t been inside the house earlier, but judging from how calm she was as she walked inside with Shulk (despite the frantic look in Shulk’s eyes, he was making an attempt to stay calm as well), she had visited him earlier when he had been unconscious. Which meant she knew everything about his condition -more or less, anyway.

They cleaned the sheets and wiped the blood away from his face (again, seeing as he had managed to retch up a bit more) in silence, Alvis not adding in a word as they worked. Sharla did the best she could, making him comfortable, giving him a small dose of medication. He didn’t blame her for giving her such a small dosage -she didn’t want to hurt his body more than it already was, and considering his origins, she was most likely unsure how to deal with a situation such as his. The symptoms could be something any Hom or High Entia could get, but the sickness was completely different. So different that not even Alvis himself understood what was going on.

The medic put him to rest, although he was sure that he would have drifted off despite the fact that she used to drugs to do it. He felt exhausted, and the moment Sharla leaned him back against the pillow his argent eyes were shut and he was drifting off into an oblivion. Sleep wrapped its arms around him, caressed his cheek and drifted him further and further as the hours passed.

He almost didn’t want to wake back up.

Waking up wasn’t his choice though, and when he came to it the world outside was dark and quiet, the streets silent despite the fact that they were usually busy around the later hours. Shulk was slumped in a seat next to Alvis. Exhaustion had hit the blonde as well, as his shoulders were hunched over and he was dozing quietly. He had fallen asleep while watching over Alvis. The gesture was appreciated.

The urge to see red had all but disappeared, left only as a vague memory in his mind. His hands were sweaty, but he felt cold, signs of a fever that had been left behind in the virus’ wake. Sickness was not going to get the best of him (not right now, at least, he absolutely refused to let it to), so he shifted out from underneath the covers and got out of bed. Argent eyes studied the blonde at the bedside for a few moments before he left him behind, the door creaking lightly as he exited the room right after he retrieved a small bag.

2:26. The clock ticked slowly with every footstep he took.

His first destination was the fridge, each step being taken silent along with the clock so he wouldn’t wake the blonde up. He pulled things out of the fridge, occasionally glancing around the house, and stored them inside the bag he had grabbed. Once he had an amount of food that could last a few days, he headed back to the room and shook Shulk’s shoulder. The blonde barely began to wake when Alvis spoke.

❝ Wake up, Shulk. It is time to go. ❞

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They both know that there's only so much she can do. It leaves traces of frustration on both their faces. Sharla leaves him with instructions and supplies with the promise of staying close. In case they need her again.

He's still a little afraid but he sends her off with a small smile. She's tired, he had run her ragged and she deserves the sleep. The comfort of home.

It leaves him alone.

And now he can feel the weight of the situation on his shoulders. His spine bends to it. It was harder when he was alone. A moment more,; he's up again. Hungry. Sort of. It would be best to eat. He forces himself. He can't settle so he eats as he paces around the house. Thinks. Finally calms down. And back into the room. Alvis is still asleep, which is good, he hadn't looked to be in pain but Shulk still doesn't like the thought.

But--for now--its peaceful. He can almost ignore what happened earlier. Almost.

He can't protect Alvis from something inside him like that. But it doesn't stop him from trying. He fights sleep.

When he's stirred awake his eyelids remain heavy with sleep. He attempts to snap awake when he realizes this--and who is speaking to him--but he's still rubbing his eyes when he speaks.

❝Ah--Alvis? Are you..?❞

He pauses, shakes his head--for good measure against sleep--and gets up. He's not even questioning the words. A thought passes of the possiblity of getting left behind so he follows quietly.

❝Uhm.. Do you.. know where we're going?❞

Rather, 'where are we going' in more vague terms.

#aruvisu #:chain attack;#Wαяпıпɢ: Aяε чσυ ƨυяε чσυ шαпт тσ ｓｈｕｔｄｏｗｎ?

what he said: im fine

what he really meant: i saw a fucking vision and someone dies

#:ice physics;#why do you even try to lie;;

wordsnquotes

“Edit your life frequently and ruthlessly. It’s your masterpiece after all.”

Nathan W. Morris (via wordsnquotes)

#:skill;#:you will [ q u e u e ] our names;

deusinterfector

Wαяпıпɢ: Aяε чσυ ƨυяε чσυ шαпт тσ ｓｈｕｔｄｏｗｎ?

aruvisu

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Shulk was surprised almost as much as Alvis was, the blonde’s blue eyes with with surprise and a lone word that was his name on his lips escaping for a few moments only before he cuts himself off, staring at the red like Alvis was staring at it. He didn’t know why there was so much of this red colour, didn’t understand why he was so sick this time. He always got better. He knew he had a virus, that he was infected, he just didn’t understand why, and didn’t understand that it would get to him this badly. He wasn’t the biggest fan of the colour red right now.

Wide argent eyes followed Shulk’s movement as the blonde frantically searched the room, only peeling away from the sight of red just long enough to watch Shulk’s short search, ending with the other grasping a cloth that must have been left behind by the medic (it had taken him a few moments, but he realized the medic was probably not in the house right now, otherwise she would have heard the other’s frantic search. Perhaps things just sounded louder than usual), and bringing it up to wide away the crimson that coated his mouth and dripped down from his nose. Alvis’ hand was shaking -he was not sure why, but there was a strange feeling inside him that gives him a hint. Shulk brought his wrist up, to hold his shaking hand against the cloth despite the fact that he was almost positive that he was going to drop the cloth the moment Shulk lets go. Shulk lets go of the cloth, but he doesn’t drop it.

The blonde’s voice stumbled over his own words, almost like his footsteps as he quickly left the room in search of the medic that had been there a few minutes earlier. His silver gaze followed, and Alvis realized he didn’t want Shulk to leave because he is absolutely f r i g h e n e d.

Fear wasn’t a feeling he experienced often, but in a situation such as this that he had never been in was freaking him out to a great extend. Alvis, who held so much knowledge about the world, was clueless of what he could do to stop whatever was happening to him.

Alvis retched again and saw more red.

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He doesn't want to leave him. Especially not like this. There was so much blood. But it was his only use in this situation to get Sharla. If only he knew something, anything that could help Alvis. His search of the house turns up empty. His bottom lip receives a bit more abuse as he thinks about where she would've went to get supplies at such an important time. Another precious few seconds he had to be away.

Another glance back toward the direction he came. No. It'd be more useful to get her. As much as he hated it, he could do nothing for him being here now. Even with this thought, he hesitates a moment more before sprinting off again, this time out toward where he's sure she's gone. He has to leave before he's too inclined to go back His speed is greater than when he'd gone to get her originally. He's breathless. She's alarmed.

❝Sharla..❞

Breath.

❝He's.. Blood came out of..❞

Breath. He's still losing seconds.

"Shulk‽ Your hands--"

He'd trailed the blood all the way here. He hadn't noticed. Or rather he hadn't paid them any attention. It must be from--

❝Sharla.❞

Desperation. Almost exasperation with her previous statement.

"I know. Let's go."

They return. Alvis is still covered in his own blood. But Sharla does her best to work her magic. Shulk offers comfort and moral support. It's all he can do. He hovers closer to the bed. Closer to Alvis. Cleans and clears away the sheets when asked. They work in relative silence, save the quiet command from the medic. Both their minds working over time. For different reasons.

It's only later, when they've left the room--Alvis left in a short artificial sleep, 'we both need rest' her reasoning--that he allows himself,

❝Do.. Do you know what's wrong with him?❞

She just looks at him with an unreadable expression.

But he already knows.

#aruvisu #:chain attack;#Wαяпıпɢ: Aяε чσυ ƨυяε чσυ шαпт тσ ｓｈｕｔｄｏｗｎ?

deusinterfector

Wαяпıпɢ: Aяε чσυ ƨυяε чσυ шαпт тσ ｓｈｕｔｄｏｗｎ?

aruvisu

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There was a pause.

Subtle as it was in its ways, it was there. It left more unspoken words behind, by Shulk this time instead of himself. The blonde had never been one to give up. All his life he had kept pushing forward. Studying the secrets of the Monado, embarking on a quest for revenge when one of his best friends was killed, fighting tooth and claw and nail to get through every obstacle that was put in his was, whether it be by a god or a human or a machine. Not even a war had stopped him, a war between gods and people alike-

His train of thought simply…. stopped. His mind went vacant, for more reason than one he assumed, and although his lips were lightly parted in a preparation to speak not a single word came out. It was silent. Shulk had stopped speaking as to wait for Alvis’ reply, and Alvis was not speaking, barely breathing if anything almost as if he were trying to hold the silence for as long as he could. Even the slightest shuffle of movement was paused, everything put on a mute as the blonde waited for Alvis to say something, anything, even if it were something to give him permission to assist Alvis in figuring out how to purge this virus inside him.

Alvis lurched up. All he saw was ｒｅｄ.

The horrible taste of a copper, oily, metal taste covered his mouth and his lips, and when he cracked open his eyes to look at the sheets from when he had lurched into a sitting position and hunched over he still saw red. Everything was red. His lips, his chin, the bedsheets underneath him. Red trickled from his mouth, cascading down his jawline and sliding down his neck like the touch of death itself.

Alvis was still silent. He didn’t know what to say anymore. Not when he saw red.

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Silence.

Different from the silences between them before. Eerie. Haunting. It seemed to stretch itself on. Stretch between them. Languidly coiling around both of them.

Azure trances back to Alvis concern again becoming the most prominent in the blue. He wants to say something--before Alvis can deny him, as this long a pause leads him to believe--but he wants to at least wait for the other. He gives no guarantee to the contrary of his arguement.

He jumps. Blood. That's a lot of blood. The sight scares him.

❝Alvis--‽❞

A yelp.

He forces himself into motion. He can't just.. stare. Frantic searching finds him the cloth Sharla had left in her wake and he's quick to return, pressing it against the others chin. It should help absorb the blood right?

Alvis was far more human than he knew how to handle.

❝Ho-Hold this.❞

He guides the other's hand to the cloth for him, lets go of the cloth, but holds the silverette's wrist until he's sure he'll be able to hold it up on his own.

Sharla did leave some equipment in the room but he--

He worries at his lip for a few seconds. Time he cared not to waste. He couldn't flail about like this forever. He had to move--

❝I-I'm going to get Sharla, I'll be right back. Wait for me.❞

#aruvisu #:chain attack;#Wαяпıпɢ: Aяε чσυ ƨυяε чσυ шαпт тσ ｓｈｕｔｄｏｗｎ?#there are emotions;;

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Even with the position he was in, he couldn’t think to begin to fathom how the words must have registered in Shulk’s mind. Shulk knew about him, was one of the only people who truly knew about him, but that did not make his mindset any different than the others. Shulk knew him in the sense that friends knew each other, knew some of his likes and dislikes and knew what he was like despite his ambiguous personality, but he did not know him the way Alvis knew himself. Only Alvis knew himself, Alvis and his creators. Shulk was not among the group of people that knew him. Alvis was the only one left who truly knew himself.

Argent eyes flickered to the side, to look away from Shulk’s face and stare at the vacant wall in the guest room. He didn’t like the look on the blonde’s face, didn’t like the confused disappointment and concern that etched across his features. It bothered him in a way he couldn’t explain. He never liked seeing the other being upset, as he was more of a cheerful person if anything when he was around Alvis. He had seen Shulk at his worst and best times, sure, but nothing made him more uncomfortable than to see the blonde looking so hurt and confused.

❝ Death is a natural occurrence. You of all people understand that, Shulk. ❞

Alvis, as he always did, remained ambiguous with his words. He was not trying to; he was only trying to explain it in the best way he could. His next words could cause more confusion he knew, possibly more hurt and even anger. Shulk was like that whenever he lost someone dear to him. He had learned that everytime the blonde touched the Monado.

❝ You know I am not like you. I am not one of the homs, I am not one of the High Entia. as I told you before, I am the administrative computer of a phase transition experiment facility. A machine is what I am, essentially a computer. A mere program. And as all technology does, programs get viruses. ❞

Shulk could fill in the blanks. Alvis let him fill in the unspoken words.

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Ah, yes. Death. The bitter sting it left on a person. He knew it all too well. But still, even in its finality, it wasn't here yet was it? Alvis, while obviously not in health, was not dead. They--because Shulk wasn't the type to let him go off on his own--could still fight it. He wasn't about to give up.

Even the male's next words aren't enough to stop this train of thought. There were ways to purge viruses--it still felt weird to refer to Alvis as anything other than hom--weren't there?

There had to be something they could do.

Determination sets his jaw this time. Illuminates his eyes. He was set on trying. The silverette couldn't stop him from doing that much.

He remains silent for a pensive few moments. He just couldn't sit quietly in the face of something like this the way Alvis could. He fought, tooth and nail. He didn't always succeed--and the failures hurt worse than this simple acceptance--but if there was a chance.. Shulk would take it. He clasps his hands together before looking back up at the other, stubbornness spilling from his lips,

❝There's.. There has to be something else. You've only been thinking about this by yourself right? If.. if we all think about it together--❞

--Or, at the very least, if he was included--

❝--we could think of something.❞

Don't give up yet.

❝Besides, you're more than just a program Alvis. To.. all of us. Even if..❞

Not after everything.

❝Even if you don't think so.❞

What he thought wasn't the truth to Shulk. It couldn't be.

Please.

#aruvisu #:chain attack;#Wαяпıпɢ: Aяε чσυ ƨυяε чσυ шαпт тσ ｓｈｕｔｄｏｗｎ?

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