* DRAINED.
WORD COUNT: 500~ > just a typical starter-drabble of showing up in spirale.
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The Impact of metal falling from the roof was more than enough to beat his last resort, forcibly waking him up from the epithet's form, now with cracked bones, body screaming in agony as he desperately struggled to get himself out from the air ducts that are squeezing his legs shut. Just don't black out. Don't black out.
He couldn't put up a fight any longer; he's exhausted all that his epithet was willing to give, and the boy was at the verge of passing out. Yet, finally freed from the stupid air duct — Sylvie couldn't just watch, Molly being moments away from losing her own epithet to a thief. He has to do something-!
It wasn't much, but without careful thinking, Sylvie reached to grab and hold Mera back, "Don't. Touch her." he'd growl, voice long tired and broken after the fighting, but assertive nonetheless. To his surprise, it worked; Mera turned around, leaving Molly in peace —- but, well. Now he was the one in danger.
A Yelp, as she effortlessly lifts him off of his feet;; distracted by the anguish, he couldn't process much from what is happening, but he felt it, how his epithet surfaced, fleeing from his core, fleeting, mentally clinging onto it — before he lost grasp, and what was once tethered into his soul, now forcibly ripped away from him, leaving him, quite literally, powerless; weak; drained.
& before he knew it,
He'd pass out.
Time passes, and he'd groan as he slowly opened his eyes. Oddly enough, he was void of the pain that you'd expect after breaking ... almost everything, in fact, it didn't feel like he broke anything at all, but so was he void from his epithet, so it seems. As soon as that line of thought had hit him; panic.
Nononono NO! This can't be happening! Did he seriously lose his epithet?! Sylvie stood up, and before he could proceed to panic about recent loss — a deep, giant, bottomless hole greeted him, instead. Distressed glancing, and, it begged the question; where the fudge is he now?
There was nothing familiar to reach for, and he wasn't even given proper time to get his bearings. "The city of Spirale welcomes you." said the driver that he only now realized was present. "Let me take you to your accommodations."
Sylvie snickered. Him? Going into a strangers car? As if! He'd continue to smile as he took a few steps back, expression only turning cold upon the realization of how close he is to falling into the hole. Gulp.
Cursing innerly, there wasn't much of a choice, was there? Sylvie had many questions, but none of them was going to be answered should he rot away nearby ... whatever this is. He didn't like the sound of such accommodations, the sheer fact that he was expected here making him uneasy; but as much as he'd like to press for answers — best to listen, for now.