[Ever since that bone-slicing scream, Zulf has been rushing to help. Moon's presence is a relief- that takes care of one person. There's one other, now, and he shoves Ryu to Vee and Aoi's arms. Just one word hisses out past his lips-]
Move! Now, hurry!
[With that taken care of, there's no doubt in his steps as he goes over to Colin. Danger? Sorry, he's out of fucks to give. One hand reaches beneath his shirt and vest, pulling out a familiar charm of his own that's the only of its kind in the Bastion- a brilliant gleaming gear. With the necklace wrapped tight around one hand, he begins to make small gestures with it while the other stays free just in case.]
[Under his breath, he begins to murmur frantically in what Colin should be able to identify as Ura. Only he's not praying to Pyth.]
[A circle of his fingers around one wrist.]
Acobi, eldest sister mine and to us all, oath-forger and bond-breaker, I put myself before you, Chastened Maiden, and call on the strength of your chains. Tis you who is your brother's keeper and you who delayed him during the beginning of all. Do so now again so that we might right what has been wrong, tether me to this life for I cannot abandon what oaths I have broken just yet...
[Rushed taps against one eye then the other with his knuckles, charm pressing against his cheeks.]
Garmuth, wisest brother of your kin, your steps full of purpose and your pale eyes knowing all folly, I bow my head and seek your counsel. Not to me although I have done such foolish things but for that of your brother. You who holds most of our Mother's blood in your veins, I beseech you use her calming touch and pacify your wrathful sibling. Have him see that we wish only to lend our use to him, take pity on us who cannot spare to lose either tool or friends...
[Now, a series of lines over his heart like a star and his palm seems to clutch the charm in his hand all the tighter.]
Micia, Lorn Mother, it is in your hands that I have laid my life in trust many times before since I have been but a child and this is not the first calamity I have suffered. Still not do I understand your cruel kindness, still not do I understand why you reignite my life's light when even my own kin would demand it extinguished. Your gifts I merely accept, never have I demanded, but I plead, Mother, I plead now before you that you lay your sweet palms against the forehead of your eldest and first son as you did in the beginning of all. Shield me with your hands once more and if not me than the man besides me for he has the talents of the brothers bold and the kindness of your clever blinded duke. Please, Mother, hear me and grant what of my request you can and I will come to you when you finally wish, I will follow the wind and the glow of your star, and I will hold your hand, Mother...
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Move! Now, hurry!
[With that taken care of, there's no doubt in his steps as he goes over to Colin. Danger? Sorry, he's out of fucks to give. One hand reaches beneath his shirt and vest, pulling out a familiar charm of his own that's the only of its kind in the Bastion- a brilliant gleaming gear. With the necklace wrapped tight around one hand, he begins to make small gestures with it while the other stays free just in case.]
[Under his breath, he begins to murmur frantically in what Colin should be able to identify as Ura. Only he's not praying to Pyth.]
[A circle of his fingers around one wrist.]
Acobi, eldest sister mine and to us all, oath-forger and bond-breaker, I put myself before you, Chastened Maiden, and call on the strength of your chains. Tis you who is your brother's keeper and you who delayed him during the beginning of all. Do so now again so that we might right what has been wrong, tether me to this life for I cannot abandon what oaths I have broken just yet...
[Rushed taps against one eye then the other with his knuckles, charm pressing against his cheeks.]
Garmuth, wisest brother of your kin, your steps full of purpose and your pale eyes knowing all folly, I bow my head and seek your counsel. Not to me although I have done such foolish things but for that of your brother. You who holds most of our Mother's blood in your veins, I beseech you use her calming touch and pacify your wrathful sibling. Have him see that we wish only to lend our use to him, take pity on us who cannot spare to lose either tool or friends...
[Now, a series of lines over his heart like a star and his palm seems to clutch the charm in his hand all the tighter.]
Micia, Lorn Mother, it is in your hands that I have laid my life in trust many times before since I have been but a child and this is not the first calamity I have suffered. Still not do I understand your cruel kindness, still not do I understand why you reignite my life's light when even my own kin would demand it extinguished. Your gifts I merely accept, never have I demanded, but I plead, Mother, I plead now before you that you lay your sweet palms against the forehead of your eldest and first son as you did in the beginning of all. Shield me with your hands once more and if not me than the man besides me for he has the talents of the brothers bold and the kindness of your clever blinded duke. Please, Mother, hear me and grant what of my request you can and I will come to you when you finally wish, I will follow the wind and the glow of your star, and I will hold your hand, Mother...