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The Red King
Who: Mikoto + Open
What: Ra's Temple exploded, again. (3rd time!)
When: September 20
Where: Ra's Temple
Summary: Izumo is gone. Mikoto didn't take it well.
a. Amid the rubble lies the god of the sun burning brightly as his namesake. The flames have yet to die down and the black keeps spreading, but it's not blight that mars his skin as Mikoto struggles to get the red aura under control.
b. Mikoto sits amid the rubble looking exhausted as white flames burn brightly from the palm of his hands as the god heals the burn marks.
c. Healing is an exhausting task, if anyone approaches him after he's healed they'll find Mikoto trying to get up and failing. He's about ready to pass out.
d. Wildcard - Go wild. Make up your own scenario. Catch him at anytime before he passes out or after he wakes up! OTA!
What: Ra's Temple exploded, again. (3rd time!)
When: September 20
Where: Ra's Temple
Summary: Izumo is gone. Mikoto didn't take it well.
a. Amid the rubble lies the god of the sun burning brightly as his namesake. The flames have yet to die down and the black keeps spreading, but it's not blight that mars his skin as Mikoto struggles to get the red aura under control.
b. Mikoto sits amid the rubble looking exhausted as white flames burn brightly from the palm of his hands as the god heals the burn marks.
c. Healing is an exhausting task, if anyone approaches him after he's healed they'll find Mikoto trying to get up and failing. He's about ready to pass out.
d. Wildcard - Go wild. Make up your own scenario. Catch him at anytime before he passes out or after he wakes up! OTA!
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What he finds when he arrives is half-unsurprising, and half... absolutely so.
Mikoto is engulfed in flame, in a way that his clansman hasn’t seen since they were mere kids, (or, one of them was, at least). But what’s alarming isn’t that -- it’s the black crawling over his skin. Blight? No; something else...
This happened to Mikoto after Tatara’s death, too, but the latter doesn’t know that, for obvious reasons. So, to see it now is... well, horrifying, frankly. But he won’t let that show for more than a moment before recovering as per usual. ]
King...!
[ He doesn’t ask what happened -- he already knows. If there’s rubble to be found lying on top of Mikoto, he’ll pull it off, visually checking the Red King over. ]
Are you hurt?
[ The answer is obvious, to some degree. That black on his skin isn't normal. ]
C
Totsuka.
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Hang on, King -- I’ve got you.
[ Sure, says the weakling of the clan. But for his king, he’ll extend a helping hand, plant his heels, and dig deep to find the strength and leverage to help him up. ]
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Don't.
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King?
[ He sounds confused, perhaps, but he'd been at least half-expecting this. It's been relatively par for the course, after all; but most especially here, in this sort of afterlife they share.
So instead of stooping, he'll let that offered hand fall back to his side and bring himself upright. A change of topic, then. ]
Your temple's seen better days, I think. [ A sheepish, but wry smile falls upon the veritable sea of rubble that is -- was? -- the Temple of Ra. ]
If you need a place to stay--... [ He pauses abruptly here because, well, in the event of this offer, what would he do about Reisi? He has to remind himself that it doesn't matter. If Mikoto isn't going to accept a literal helping hand, surely accepting refuge is a hilariously impossible idea. ] Well, you know my door is always open to you and Kusanagi-san, King.
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Sorry! I... don't think I heard you right.
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.....
[ He doesn't repeat himself. ]
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Sorry, sorry -- it almost sounded like you said Kusanagi-san is--...
[ It hits him then, belatedly for whatever reason, like a bolt out of the blue:
The rubble.
Those words.
The state of his king. ]
...since when?
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A long, long moment.
For once, Tatara doesn't know what to say. Except... ]
...I'm sorry, King.
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Don't follow.
[ He tells him as he suddenly disappears, using the last of his strength to teleport himself under neath the rubble of his temple where his room still lay intact. It was made specifically for him, a structure he could not burn, a home he could not destroy and even beneath the rubble that covered it, the room lay intact dozens of feet beneath the ruins of the ruins of his temple, a fitting place for the King to fall. ]