#radiantgunman

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@radiantgunman:

Its not unusual for the former guardsman to have issues with battling heartless when he passes through the main levels of the castle. The Disciplinary committee hasn’t managed to get their heartless sensor system installed up here yet, so it was hard to know when they were about.

Today, he finds that a lot of armored knights and red rhapsodies in the area. On their own, they’re not usually that big of a deal - its when the invisible’s join in that things become a tad complicated. Close range becomes an issue, and he’s forced to use the key that he’s got no talent with.

Deflection is one thing - successful strikes is another. And when he tries to nail one of the heartless, and accidentally throws his weapon in a failed Air Raid Strike, he pays swiftly for his mistake, as a sword slashers across his side, and causes him to yelp, before he spins away, keyblade disappearing as he takes off to another section of town entirely. Once in a safe location, he’s able to peel his uniform top off, gasping with pain all the while, in order to get a good look at the damage the heartless had done to him with its weapon.

Theres a long, wide gash, that begins at the side of his left pectoral, and ends just above his hip, that wraps around his body in a painful manner. Its bleeding, and theres the odd wisp of smoke that makes him wonder if there was a risk of poison as he forces himself to open a vial of potion, and down it as quickly as he can manage, before he sags against a wall to rest.

He doesn’t expect Tris to stumble across him - but when she does, he tries (and fails), to show her a composed expression, and instead is forced to ask for her aid as he gestures to the still bleeding gash on the side of his torso.

If she’s not able to do it - he asks her to get his twin instead - he might be able to help - and that might be necessary in the end anyways, since he cant stay lying here, and he’s not sure if she can safely transport him back.

Tris is exploring, as she’s wont to do. This world is new to her, despite the familiarity of it... and has plainly been under some kind of attack. There’s more modern Heartless, of course; they’re even worse a plague than they were in her own timeline.

A flash of red catches her eye, and she turns her head to see-- Braig, Scarf-Braig, the one her Braig cares so much about.

And he’s hurt.

She’s still terrible with healing spells, but she’s made a point of stocking up on the healing items that weren’t available when she was younger.

“Here,” she tells him, kneeling next to him and offering him one of the phials. “It’s an X-Potion; I made sure to stock up on them...”

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@radiantgunman from ( && )

He’s spending less and less time in his own timeline now. The leash seems to be weaker when he’s a universe away, and more importantly, Braig is here. More and more, Braig feels like home.

His eye was closed as he held Braig, not that the younger man could see from this angle. These little cuddling sessions tended to end with both of them asleep. Usually they even made it to the bed first.

They’d stopped talking by now, just fallen into the kind of comfortable silence he trusted Braig to provide. He’d never been so comfortable with silence before, but this was as comfortable as the warm embrace.

He felt Braig’s tiny movements, didn’t open his eye to look at him. If Braig wanted to say something, he would.

He wasn’t expecting the kiss.

His eye opened halfway, lips parting in surprise. He couldn’t feel as well with the skin of that scar, but he could feel the kiss, knew what it was. It didn’t feel bad, not at all. He was just--surprised.

He turned his head until he could see Braig’s face. Gently, he brushed the hair back from Braig’s forehead and pressed his own lips to the scar that had killed him.

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@radiantgunman​

He disappeared for a full two days, but he can’t stay away. He feels like shit that he stayed away that long, even, but he can’t take it back. All he can do is show up. “Braig!” he calls when he’s near the other man’s rooms. “It’s me.”

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@thexofdiamonds @radiantgunman

He kept his promise. This time, he sent a Sniper.

“Can’t tell you where we’re going,” he told Tris, tugging his hood up over his head. “You still got that bracelet your Chirithy gave you, when you went into the Corridor of Darkness? ‘Cause that’s where we’re going.”

He waved a hand, opening a dark corridor to Radiant Garden. The Sniper would hopefully have found Braig by now, told him to meet them in the old purification facility. Two of him, at least, hid out there. The kid presumably knew where it was too.

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@radiantgunman @bunoscionn

That had been, in the end, a lot easier than he’d expected. The older Braig--the one he was starting to think of as some strange combination of older brother and dad, and wasn’t that weird for what was essentially an alternate him--had agreed readily, almost eagerly. He was the best one to keep Braig safe--from everyone.

Even him.

“Braig!” he called as he got to the younger twin’s hidey-hole. “It’s me. I found you a new home.”

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@radiantgunman

He's quiet this time, as he approaches his twin's hidey hole. So much has happened--so much information coming in at once. It's turned what was a pipe dream a week ago into a viable plan. Three plans, to be exact--A through C.

"It's me," he calls when he's close enough to be heard. "I'm alone this time."

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@radiantgunman

He can't entirely believe that didn't come to a fight. He half expected to get shot on his way out--but he's here, whole as ever.

"Braig," he calls. It's routine, by now. "It's me. I'm alone."

[thegaleandlance]

{ @radiantgunman }

Today, he’ll take the long way toward his mission. Such a path meant traveling through the world that never was until he reached its end, and then using the corridors of darkness to reach his destination. 

This allowed time for him to think, to reflect before he takes on several more hours of corrupting the emotions of a particular beast. Easier than he expected-- or perhaps not, the man showed resilience in the oddest moments. It mattered not, either Xaldin’s words would drive the beast to act against Belle, or his manipulation would cause the beast enough doubt that his heart with succumb to darkness. 

The hood of his coat cast a heavy shadow over the Dragoon’s face. Arms held behind his back as he followed his path in a steady pace. There was such a thing as meditative walks, oddly enough, the dark provided him peace to practice it.