[ The thunderous clatter of claws and wheels careens through the streets, closing in rapidly upon Minegishi Gen the moment that his presence is detected. Of all the Zenites that will be infiltrating and fighting their way into Springstar, Gen is one of the handful that had lived there for an extended period of time, and thus one of the pieces that needs to be controlled and monitored. Stopped, if need be, because he is fixated on his faction. Despondently loyal, to the idea of "the end" it can give him.
As if it is the only end he can have, abandoned and forgotten and imagining a better life for someone else. ( Not if Set has any say in it. And, in his mind, he has the only say in it. The only right to say anything of Gen. ) Rather than come down upon Gen like a murderous storm, he arrives upon a sleek vehicle drawn by a single creature — a chimeric creature with heavy, feathered wings and a crocodilian body that gallops strongly toward Gen. Dragging the tall-wheeled chariot behind it, upon which Set perches with an arm flung out and the other holding the reins; he seizes Gen around the middle within moments, dragging the teenager up against his side with easy strength.
Maskless, his hair streams and his mouth curls as Gen writhes and fights to see what the fuck is going on. He laughs, throwing his head back in wild abandon as he twists the reins and leads the beast down the streets of Springstar, in a wide circle, with no intention of taking Gen deeper into the residential district. ( Maybe he'll bring him back, after. ) ]
I was looking for you, Minegishi Gen!
[ Set's warm mouth presses to the corner of Gen's jaw, another high on his temple. A hand seizes his jaw roughly, bruising and betraying the strength that Set has. That he rarely brings to bear against Gen. ]
— and now, I have you. Mine again, in the throes of an Oracle.
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As if it is the only end he can have, abandoned and forgotten and imagining a better life for someone else. ( Not if Set has any say in it. And, in his mind, he has the only say in it. The only right to say anything of Gen. ) Rather than come down upon Gen like a murderous storm, he arrives upon a sleek vehicle drawn by a single creature — a chimeric creature with heavy, feathered wings and a crocodilian body that gallops strongly toward Gen. Dragging the tall-wheeled chariot behind it, upon which Set perches with an arm flung out and the other holding the reins; he seizes Gen around the middle within moments, dragging the teenager up against his side with easy strength.
Maskless, his hair streams and his mouth curls as Gen writhes and fights to see what the fuck is going on. He laughs, throwing his head back in wild abandon as he twists the reins and leads the beast down the streets of Springstar, in a wide circle, with no intention of taking Gen deeper into the residential district. ( Maybe he'll bring him back, after. ) ]
I was looking for you, Minegishi Gen!
[ Set's warm mouth presses to the corner of Gen's jaw, another high on his temple. A hand seizes his jaw roughly, bruising and betraying the strength that Set has. That he rarely brings to bear against Gen. ]
— and now, I have you. Mine again, in the throes of an Oracle.