I would leave it more often if concerned busy-bodies did not make it their jobs to bombard me with worries over my health.
[Not naming names or anything but you know who you are!! Matoba frowns to himself at the implication that he was at fault for this, and not at Kimmuriel's attitude, which was honestly #relatable.] But if I am to stay here and "rest" [the quotes are audible], then at least I ought to be doing something producti--
[Whatever the rest of Matoba's grumpy complaint was going to be is cut off by a sharp intake of breath. The brush he was working with falls from his hand as he clutches his skull, and gnashing his teeth, suppresses a strangled sound just barely at the back of his throat.]
I doubt you would leave it at all if the busybodies you abhor did not come to check on you, [ comes his dry reply. Anything else he might have said is sidetracked, however, by Matoba's sudden convulsion.
Something about it seems familiar. If he had all his powers, he could likely reach into the human's mind to check, but for now he settles for stepping closer to make sure Matoba doesn't end up doing something unpleasant to himself.
Matoba is useful, after all. It would do no good if he got himself more badly injured than he apparently already is. ]
What is it now? [ He reaches out to steady Matoba, making sure he doesn't fall. ]
[Matoba would definitely!! argue that point!! Except that he is busy trying to lift himself out of the seat he's in, as if he's going to have the ability to get very far; instead, he nearly falls over just about as soon as Kimmuriel reaches out to steady him.]
Kh... [He lets out what was probably another suppressed grunt of pain, and then gasps out,] Tower.........
[ He doesn't have a lot of physical strength, but what he does have going in his favor over Matoba's is the fact that he's not going through some kind of apparent magic shock.
He clicks his tongue in frustration. If he could reach in and see what Matoba sees, this would be so much easier... (Well, then he'd probably be on the floor too, frankly. At least initially.) ]
You sent something to the tower with them? [ He takes a quick look around to see if there's anything in here like, you know, water. What he wouldn't give for his partner's ridiculous eyepatch right now. ] Was it destroyed?
[Mind buzzing, Matoba's hand digs into Kimmuriel's upper arm to steady himself, although with how his entire brain was swaying and blurring in and out of any kind of consciousness, it was becoming increasingly difficult nonetheless.]
[Still- he had to tell them. He had to let them know--]
It's released, [He gasps out with effort. Even figuring out how to word what he somehow just knew as a result of his butterfly being evaporated in the final strike was too difficult.] ...The source...
...It's over...
[That's about as much as he can manage, though- he's already exhausted from pushing himself over the last week or so, and the ringing in his brain reaches a fever pitch. His body goes limp as he loses consciousness at last, slumping over and ...if Kimmuriel doesn't catch him, straight up flopping onto the floor.]
[And in that moment, suddenly, all the malice that's been permeating the city suddenly... vanishes, like a shockwave played out in reverse. Whatever it is that happened at the Tower, the effect is immediate.]
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[Not naming names or anything but you know who you are!! Matoba frowns to himself at the implication that he was at fault for this, and not at Kimmuriel's attitude, which was honestly #relatable.] But if I am to stay here and "rest" [the quotes are audible], then at least I ought to be doing something producti--
[Whatever the rest of Matoba's grumpy complaint was going to be is cut off by a sharp intake of breath. The brush he was working with falls from his hand as he clutches his skull, and gnashing his teeth, suppresses a strangled sound just barely at the back of his throat.]
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Something about it seems familiar. If he had all his powers, he could likely reach into the human's mind to check, but for now he settles for stepping closer to make sure Matoba doesn't end up doing something unpleasant to himself.
Matoba is useful, after all. It would do no good if he got himself more badly injured than he apparently already is. ]
What is it now? [ He reaches out to steady Matoba, making sure he doesn't fall. ]
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Kh... [He lets out what was probably another suppressed grunt of pain, and then gasps out,] Tower.........
Did he...get it....?
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He clicks his tongue in frustration. If he could reach in and see what Matoba sees, this would be so much easier...
(Well, then he'd probably be on the floor too, frankly. At least initially.) ]
You sent something to the tower with them? [ He takes a quick look around to see if there's anything in here like, you know, water. What he wouldn't give for his partner's ridiculous eyepatch right now. ] Was it destroyed?
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[Still- he had to tell them. He had to let them know--]
It's released, [He gasps out with effort. Even figuring out how to word what he somehow just knew as a result of his butterfly being evaporated in the final strike was too difficult.] ...The source...
...It's over...
[That's about as much as he can manage, though- he's already exhausted from pushing himself over the last week or so, and the ringing in his brain reaches a fever pitch. His body goes limp as he loses consciousness at last, slumping over and ...if Kimmuriel doesn't catch him, straight up flopping onto the floor.]
[And in that moment, suddenly, all the malice that's been permeating the city suddenly... vanishes, like a shockwave played out in reverse. Whatever it is that happened at the Tower, the effect is immediate.]