#verse | repairs

[loqis]

“There’s nothing there! It’s just a hallucination, you’re okay, you’re safe!”

Loqi had always prided himself in being calm and silent. Collected and controlled. He liked being that way. He liked being perceived like that.

That trait had crumbled though… ever since what had happened in Insomnia. He had endured the war, he had endured the fights and losing his limb, he had endured the hunts and darkness, all that… but what had happened in those weeks in Insomnia had left a mark on him. He had already nearly shot Dave… another experience that weighed down on his mind.

But to have such a vivid hallucination?

He would have never imagined.

Having waited for Dave to come back to the little intel hut to ask him about how they would proceed with Kimia, he at first had heard him. His words, his whispers, his laughter. He could ignore that, white knuckles and staring to the chair Dave usually sat on.

But when he first had thought he had seen that bastard on the corner of his eye? That wasn’t as easy to ignore. Neither was the smell. It smelled like gasoline. Like burnt coal. Like burnt flesh.

And then he could see him. Clear as day. He was here. He was 100% here.

Loqi had made for the door in a stumbling attempt to get away from him as fast as possible, eyes wide and a yell stuck in his throat – just when Dave must have returned, because he ran straight against the head hunter.

“He’s there!”

Dave looked as confused as alarmed at first – but looking to where this monster stood beside the desk, smirking, bowing… there was no real reaction. His hands just gripping Loqi’s arms tightly. Something that had the younger man completely lose it.

“Let me go! LET ME GO!”

Loqi tried to pry himself out of Dave’s grip, ignoring his attempt to reason with him, throwing himself back and to the side to get Dave to let go – but he couldn’t manage it. The head hunter had a mean grip, when he wanted to. And Loqi wasn’t entirely there to use his full force. There was growing panic overriding anything else.

Looking over his shoulder, he could still see him. And he was stepping closer. Slowly. Surely. What the hell?! Why did Dave not do anything?!

“DAVE! LET GO!”

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[loqis]

@luciancityguard​ | X

Loqi had had no idea what was coming for him. He had already wanted to hiss at Petry to let go of him, when he said something that totally sounded like Petra wasn’t all there. Had he hit his head on the stumble down?

Breathing in again, Loqi wanted to question that, head already turning to look out for the Giant – when suddenly the world turned upside down. In the very first second Loqi was convinced they had been hit by the Daemon. Or another. One of these big hands just slapping them away, letting them fly through the air like dolls. Just to shatter on the next best tree.

It wasn’t that.

But it wasn’t much better either.

Loqi found himself lying on his back, trying to suck in breath and at first it felt almost futile. As if his chest was refusing to widen. There were… lights dancing in front of his eyes. Did he just imagine that? Blue glimmers, but they vanished quickly.

What the fuck had just happened… what…

He could hear Petra again. But it didn’t make any sense. Turning to get on his feet, Loqi could not really get up with much purpose. Stumbling and going down on his knees again. The world was still spinning and he felt the threat of his lunch coming back up. He could recognize that they were a few dozen meters further, though. Suddenly. But… how? How could the Haven be closer now? By so much?

“What the fuck… what… how did you...”

[loqis]

( SIT ) sitting on their lap.

It was a rare evening where they both were off work and didn’t sit down at the plaza or even at their table to sort something out for the hunters. They could just sit on the couch and watch some old video someone had left in the Leville Hotel.

Kimia had settled on his lap, leaning against his shoulder. But even though an evening like this should be like a little vacation, Loqi knew that something was off. Neither his own, nor Kimia’s thoughts were with the movie flickering across the old screen.

He could only guess what was troubling her mind, though.

Sighing quietly, Loqi held an arm around his fiancée and tilted his head to the side, carefully prodding at the rumours he had heard.

“What are you thinking about? I heard your grandmother was here yesterday… I didn’t even notice. What did you two talk about?”

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[loqis]

‘  why  are  you  here?  ’

What the FUCK?!

Loqi immediately shot Petra a glare as if he had insulted him. And not as if Petra had asked a very reasonable question. Because Loqi was currently crouching right at the short end of their couch.

Loqi would not have let himself be caught like this, especially not by Petra or Selena… but now it was different.

Because now he was playing hide and seek with a certain little Malboro-fan. And Loqi could hear Julia’s little steps pitter-patter down the hallway. Shooting Petra another warning look, Loqi held a finger to his lips.

It wouldn’t be fun if her dad ruined a game just like that.

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[loqis]

“Does it still hurt?”

That was an… odd question.

And exactly because of that Loqi threw Petra the most wary look. As if he was suspecting a mocking comment following the question. It was about his leg – at least Loqi guessed that because Fortis had just piped up with that question when Loqi had sat down and unhooked the straps to rearrange the bandages beneath. Fucking bandages always ended up getting a tiny folding somewhere and it drove him insane. And, well, this improvised prosthetic was a joke in comparison to his old one.

But there was no tease or joke following. Petra’s question was genuine.

Still Loqi hesitated for another moment, before nodding slowly.

“That asshole Micah took away my good prosthetic and I haven’t yet found the parts to rebuilt it. So I will have to make do with this.”

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[loqis]

@meldaciomartyr​ | X

Being told he was wrong was something he hated. Being lied to, too. And then being told he was not worthy enough for something just topped this all off in his bingo of most-loathed things one could confront him with.

Glaring at Dave, Loqi really felt an itch in his fingers and throat to just yell back at the head hunter. Maybe his father had been right after all... Dave was uncontrolled. And he did not know what he was doing. Searching enemies and making some where there usually weren't. While he had a soft spot for those that weren't deserving of it.

For now, though, Loqi stayed more silent. His eyes were narrowing, but he kept away from hissing back – for Kimia's sake.

“So? And how would that all have gone in your opinion? Once a year you, Kimia, Kaleb and whomever else knows would have just gone onto a 'special hunt'? You all would have lied to my face? You would have made Kimia tell me to not worry because it is just an ordinary little hunt when in truth you were checking upon some seals in the most dangerous dungeons? Really? And you would have believed I would be stupid enough to swallow that?”

[loqis]

Future Head Huntress Kimia @meldacioxhq and Hunter Loqi

[loqis]

(whisper) - for your muse to whisper in my muse’s ear (from micah)

Loqi felt uneasy ever since what had happened at Formouth. He was tense and he was quiet. Something wasn't right. Standing at the edge of Lestallum, where the balcony like platform gave you a perfect view over the surrounding areas with the fallen meteor glowing in the distance, he tried to sort through his thoughts. Someone was approaching him from behind. Loqi could hear the footsteps...

“Your brother lost his mind already, you're next...”

His voice. It was his voice. Breath hot and wet against Loqi's ear.

That all registered within a second and Loqi jerked away, already pulling out the gun from his side.

He saw Micah. He saw him. Standing there, right behind him.

But for a moment... a tiny moment just, he saw Dave.

The trigger was already pulled, the bang loud and blaring, making ears ring – but the bullet shot past the man's head.

Dave... no. Micah. Micah. He was here!

Loqi landed on his back, already aiming again against the glaring lights of the lanterns and flood lights – but Micah had already twisted his wrist, forcing the gun out of his hands.

Had Micah ever been that strong? No... or? Had he?

It didn’t matter. Loqi wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. He was petrified. Micah. He was here. How? How had he gotten out and-

Loqi could only get one hand free again, fumbling for the knife on his belt. He would not let this man get him again. He would not be kidnapped again. He would not go through this hell again...

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