[closed] ※ catch-all!

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WHO: Sebastian & Various
WHAT: pax is onto something with this permanent catch-all idea
WHERE: Various
WHEN: u know
WARNINGS: threads with content warnings will be marked in the subject lines! Since it’s Sebastian, there’s a decent chance to run across (gross) violence over anything else tho

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[ 'Tch,' he thinks. 'If they'd reacted faster, they could have ganked the fucker before he slipped out of the ground.' But hypotheticals are easy, and also meaningless. What actually matters is what next unfolds.

The welling up of blood followed by the splatter of near-black against the pavement does make his stomach churn. For some reason, it's more difficult tolerating this level of bloodshed from other people, than if it were his own. It's only a slight wave of nausea that prickles at the back of his throat, though. Not enough to disrupt his focus. The close proximity between Makoto, Sebastian, and their target means he doesn't exactly have a good opportunity to intrude, and the brief thought of leaving his hiding spot to butt in is tossed aside; the alleyway's too cramped, and he's sure they'd all just get in each other's way.

Which ends up being the correct choice, anyway.

That bright flash of light must be near-painful when seen from so close up, but Gen is shielded from the majority of it by Sebastian's body, the distance between them, and the natural haze of the ground he's looking out from. So when Sebastian's movements halt, he's able to step in without giving their target any chance to flee.

For those aboveground, all they'll hear is the dull crack of the ground rupturing, following by a heavy object coming hurtling out of the pavement just by their feet -- an old paving stone that comes rocketing upwards to smash into their target's side, just below the ribcage, sure to knock the air out of him.

And before the poor schmuck can even catch his breath, his leg once more sinks clean into the ground. This time, before he can whisk himself away -- if he even has the breath for it -- from underground, Gen grabs his foot in both hands and twists. It's sharp, guttural when he snaps at Makoto and Sebastian through Communion: ]

Hurry up and finish him off!

[ He doesn't know the exact way this guy escaped last time, so Gen has to settle for maintaining a vicious grip and digging his fingers into the man's freshly-broken ankle, hoping some combination of the physical grip and the pain will keep him trapped in place long enough for the other two to finish the job.

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( ooc: sorry for the delay on this one, you guys! )

( he can first feel the flickering warmth from the flames that the demon attempts to summon, and that causes his stomach to twist in apprehension, fearing remaining in such dangerous and close quarters with the demon, their claws, and whatever other magic assaults they might be able to make. so it’s a rush of sudden relief when the magic is viscerally interrupted by sebastian jamming sharp steel into their forearm and twisting the blade until its physical construction is compromised. even with the pain surging through chest from the deep gouges the demon’s claws had created, makoto can’t help but smile at the calm, casual brutality — he can’t help but appreciate the efficiency of another demon’s work, after all.

they might have interrupted the first spell their quarry attempted to use against them, but there is nothing they can do about the sudden burst of light that illuminates the enclosed space of the alleyway. makoto instinctually squeezes his eyes shut against it, of course, but they are no more or no less sensitive than that of an average human; he can adjust, and perhaps a little faster than sebastian might, but that might take far too much time in such a precarious moment.

because of this, much like before, makoto feels what gen does as it tremors through the ground rather than sees it: something tears loose from underfoot and crashes into vaelakar, both winding them and knocking them off-balance before they can continue to cut makoto down so they can turn to their other assailants. then the earth claims one of his legs once again, and though they had been able to get out of just an impediment of the terrain, there’s no swift escape to be had with makoto holding onto them with the talons of his wings and the brutal snap of their ankle broken in gen’s continued earthen grasp.

gen is right. this is their moment — it must happen now. )

Sebastian, now! ( he attempts to rally the other demon and draw him towards his voice, fumbling for the blade he had kept hidden in the interior of his jacket. the familiar pain of the sharp edge in the handle greets him with the slick warmth of blood, but he ignores it, flipping his grip so he can stab its cruel length repeatedly into the demon’s chest — all while he produces a fistful of flame in his left hand, blinking tears out of his eyes and regaining enough of his vision just in time to palm-slam it into vaelakar’s face. )