YAN-PARA au master post

[earthflames]

WHAT IT SAYS ON THE BOX.

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[tracings]

Of course there's that detail...

[He grumbles, tying his jacket around himself in an attempt to keep his injury as closed as possible. It's... it's not great, but it works a bit]

Then you won't mind my running?

[beautymark]

Can you do it without dying?

[tracings]

Sure. I can still see straight.

[beautymark]

Get help for yourself, then.

[he's making to leave again! gotta go be a hero and die and all that]

[tracings]

Diarmuid!

[God shit fuck damn no that's not okay and Archer can't help but match the idiocy in his actions by getting up and forcing himself to take off after Diarmuid.]

What the hell do you think you're doing?!

[beautymark]

[ugggh fortunately they only get to the street, and he shoves archer back into hiding immediately]

What else do we do?! They'll find us any minute, you know.

[tracings]

Something smarter than this!

[He grabs on to Diarmuid wrist to make sure no more running off happens]

Something where we both live.

[beautymark]

But--

[He doesn't know what that would be. Mainly this is because his fear of his former masters is so intense that he can't even fathom being able to just hide or run away. In his mind it's inevitable that he'll be caught, and it's taking most of his mental capacity just to keep from drowning in the hallucinations that fear is causing. It's all he can do to think straight when his ears are full of shrieking alarms and his vision's swimming with monsters and a creeping black ooze he can't dispel even if he knows they're not real.]

Then tell me what to do. [His voice cracks, and he stares as hard as he can at a point roughly in the middle of Archer's chest.] I'm scared... [And Archer knows better than anyone what his world is like when that happens.]

[tracings]

You run, just like we were. Fast as you can, towards the boat or somewhere safe, I don't care, we're just getting out and worrying about them later, you got it?

[beautymark]

[Well they could circle right back around this conversation, but he said he wanted Archer to tell him what to do, so he should listen. He hesitates a bit anyway, though.]

O-Okay...

[So he'll pick up Archer again and take off in the direction of home. If they're careful, they could be able to throw off pursuit at least for awhile -- long enough to make it home safe and get the boat moving.]

[plotarmor]

Uhm...

[beautymark]

[Hi Shirou. Have your big brother shoved at you like an inconvenient sack of potatoes.]

First aid please.

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[plotarmor]

[Honestly, he nearly drops Archer, though he has enough sense to get a good grip and sit him down in a chair before anything unfortunate happens. As dim as Shirou is, he can move when he needs to, and he has the first aid supplies out and ready in no time flat]

What did you guys d--

There's a bullet in here!

[tracings]

[Even in a state of dubious consciousness, Archer still manages an irate smile]

Then shut up and get it out.

[beautymark]

Where's Cu?

[can you feel the sheer tension radiating off of him rn

can you]

[unhappymeal]

[jesus fucking christ I'm home (surprise) for 5 minutes and you come in half dead WHY FAMILY???]

What happened?

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[plotarmor]

Oh, he should be back soon, he--

[And then Archer jerks when he sees Kiritsugu]

HOLD STILL!

[tracings]

Shut up.

[HAVE A SURPRISED AND APPREHENSIVE STARE, KERRY...]

[beautymark]

[jesus christ I'm not dealing with emiyas (esp because Kerry is giving me the stinkeye)

going to find dog tho]

[unhappymeal]

[NOW THAT THE NUTJOB IS OUT OF THE ROOM]

Well...?

1/2

[tracings]

I told someone I was gay and got shot at. Nothing that won't heal with time.

[Well. It's not a lie...]

[unhappymeal]

[this. level stare. you butthole.]

Should I ask him instead?

[tracings]

You could, but I don't know what sort of--

[He winces and glares down at Shirou. The favor is returned, because honestly Archer, Shirou doesn't understand why you have to be such an ass all the time.]

--answer you'll get.

[erank]

[Luckily for Diarmuid, Cu is headed up the dock, back from his own uneventful business]

...Diarmuid! Hey!

[beautymark]

[oh good I can anxiousface in your direction now]

We have to leave. Now.