[ spelunking part 2! as you go, you’ll all go in your single file line for a little while. you hear the sound of water dripping from overhead, and it does not appear to get much brighter as you find yourself growing colder. you get the sense that this particular tunnel is leading your very, very far down underground.
eventually your tunnel flattens out and widens. there’s a little extra room to walk now, and you can spread out if you want. there’s a little breeze that blows through the tunnel, and as you pass it seems as though the walls themselves are shaking, trembling, twitching. the floor beneath your feet sometimes feeling like water and sometimes feeling like stone.
[ Marcoh can bring up the rear. It's to hide the fact that he looks increasingly grim again because NOT ANOTHER TIGHT TUNNEL. His Mind meter is dropping rather rapidly actually. There's probably a moment or two where he has to pause for a step and shake his head before continuing onwards. He's fine.
He touches one of the walls softly. What is the wrong . . . ]
What is going on here?
[ He cannot sense magic he presumes... can either of you. Are we on a ley line. They can keep walking. ]
[ Siffrin glances at the other's held hands before looking away, curling up a little in themselves and focusing on the path ahead. Going and going and going.. As it gets colder, they pull at their coat a bit more around themselves and look around. Though their free hand curls and unfurls with some restless movement as they fiddle with the flashlight in their other hand.
They rub at their arm, looking to the walls as well and holding their breath for a moment. Mm. Their own hand will raise to drift along a wall too, brows furrowing as they focus a little on it until stepping quietly along. ]
It's... [ Their voice trails and they shiver a little, expression twisting to unease. ]
he keeps walking, not caring about the distance. honestly, he'll take the lead, he's on a mission. but he'll run his fingers along the wall every so often, too. what can he see? can he sense any sort of magic? ]
[ the walls vibrate harshly under your touch. none of you can sense magic in this space.
you are suddenly hit with clarity: this place is not connected to cabeswater at all, despite being on a ley line.
the further you walk, it feels as if you’re all being crowded together and ushered onward toward the room jiaoqiu mentioned at the end. you can’t see it at all, but perhaps he knows the way? marcoh’s hand suddenly disappears into the wall itself, and soon you feel crawling, hundreds of little legs leaving your hand an itchy mess.
the room is straight ahead, and the darkness prevails. the breeze smells dirty, almost noxious, even though there’s nothing poisonous down here.
you are all driven by the urge to keep going. there’s a flat, stone wall ahead, an arched doorway right in the center. ]
He usually loves bugs too but he's not going to after this. He yanks his hand back out, unless you tell me he can't and he's just stuck there, in which case fucking rest in peace and goodbye. But otherwise he's going to set his jaw and move faster with bigger strides, even if it means overtaking the other three.
If Glendower is here, he needs to see him just once before he dies.
Is this door tsundere? What do we feel from it. I ask this but being first in line I know somebody is just going to be like opens it so, salutes. ]
[ Well, Siffrin will be here to help Marcoh in any way they can if he needs it, hopefully NOT getting eaten by a wall, hey bud it's gonna be okay.. Reaches to try and pat him but quickly decides against it to rub at their own arm again.
Just following close at his heels. The arched doorway is. Right. There. ]
but jiaoqiu, with very large and bright eyes, walks straight past marcoh and sif, lets go of yves, and opens the door. goodbye. he walks even further into the room and goes right for something the rest of you can't see, and puts his hands on it.
[ oh we all love doing controversial things and alarming our friends
is this another stone coffin you fuck did you win this time
jiaoqiu lets go of yves and yves is dazed enough to let him—but once he comes to, he'll start running after jiaoqiu in deep concern even though he's not fast or solid enough to stop him ]
anyway you don’t get to find out if this door is tsundere since jiaoqiu just mowed his way downtown walking fast, bursting into the room. ravens upon ravens upon ravens on the door are on the door and it’s chilled inside, dead grass and ivy climbing the walls, and in front of you…
there is in fact a stone coffin. the room itself is emmpty beyond that, a low rocky ceiling and a scrying bowl on the floor.
but more importantly, in the tomb lies a knight in armor, uncovered. a sword by his left hand, a cup by his right.
you know this is your king you’ve been searching for, and you know that the moment you go to touch this king, to wake him from his slumber…
…he’s dead. there is no flesh, there is no magic, it’s metal and bone and decay and you wonder if you can wake the bones, but there is nothing. and the longer you stand in this tomb, looking upon the face of a fantasy you’ve chased for years and years, you realize several things begin to slip far away from your memory.
marcoh, do you really need to see venere safe and happy? surely she’s fine on her own, right? don’t even think about her. (a wish unmade)
siffrin, you would do everything for your friends and family, wouldn’t you? look at how far you’ve come now to stay by their side, even though so many things have gone wrong because of you. but it’s fine. when the journey is over, you’ll realize they don’t want you to stay anyway. (a wish unmade)
jiaoqiu, was peace ever really an option? what does it matter? that’s just a pipedream. you were never going to cure war anyway, right? so why bother trying. go, be free to do something else. (a wish unmade)
yves, who could ever truly love a ghost? you don’t need to be loved. your friends have forgotten you multiple times already, haven’t they? maybe it’s time to give up the ghost and disappear when the journey is over (a wish unmade)
glendower is dead, and so are all of your dreams… whatever the hell they were.
and to top it off, you do still have the demon to contend with. what a day, huh? ]
[ He just stands somewhat at the back of this, looking into the room. He sees this and... ]
...No.
[ No, no, no -- he spent the last seven years doing everything he could to learn. Artemus said Glendower wasn't dead. He'd be back. (Maybe a touch presumptuous on his part, but Marcoh has every reason to believe it.) The king who can undo death itself, surely could save Henrietta, Virginia, could save the other three. He mutters under his breath as he storms in, reaching.
Marcoh's a mess. He looks and never finds. Everything is temporary for an oaf like him. His hands aren't meant to solve and find, they're too broad and heavy. It's not like he could ever protect Venere anyway. He fucked it all up. He should've never insisted he could. In another life, she wasn't raised by some stupid kid trying to do his best because he was too attached to let her go. She would have been fine without him. She'll be just fine without him here, they have parents now, when he finally meets that ghost, proves the omen true. He's years overdue.
The last thing he could've had was one answer for himself. ]
That can't be it. There's something. Glendower is the reason I am here. What are you hiding?
[ The blade he raised to call on the Welsh? Is it really nothing but pure steel? ]
Marcoh has never actually let the concept of depression catch up to him before but it finally has for the first time and it feels so bad. He's definitely going to have to be lowkey manhandled to actually get out of here but he will silently and numbly drive them all back to Virginia... ]
[ (You don't move. You couldn't move, even if you wanted to.)
How thoroughly unsatisfied Siffrin has been with their life, didn't really have big plans for the future.. nothing but the loyalty to their friends. To their family. Just doing what they can to protect them, be with them, in this life here with a father that died recently so fresh on their mind and a mother who may as well have died after that loss. But they found something here. Found something in all of them and..
That was enough. Was everything. And this, this they wanted at least for Marcoh, to do anything for him and it wasn't about the favor for themselves. Why need a favor when everything they wanted was right here? So they wanted to help him, to not let him to do it alone, and all they can do is helplessly watch that dream being crushed before his eyes. ..There's nothing to keep them all here, is there? (They'll leave. They'll leave, and you'll be alone again.)
But they move ahead, a gentle hand and try to guide Marcoh along. There's nothing for them here. There's nothing left. There's only one path left, isn't there? Ignore those other feelings, push to the back of their mind, it's.. not over yet. Not yet, there's still something left for them to do. Focus on that and not the end.
Back to the drive, where they won't say a word, falling quiet. ]
nihility is familiar. it's rotting and horrible and crawls up in his throat. for a long moment, as he stares at this dead king, this culmination of everything that he hoped to achieve, to fix that nihility - he's just silent. shut off. what now? what do they do now? what does it even matter anymore? feixiao gave over to the moon rage - the war will never end, it will be soldier after soldier, just the remains of something horrible, bloodstained and torn to shreds.
his fingers twitch. his jaw works, his eyes hurt.
there's no reason to be here. and as he turns to pass by the others again, there's a brief look of fury in his expression. back up the tunnel he goes. they have a demon to kill, still. in the car we get.
he sits behind the driver's seat, this time. behind marcoh. he might feel jiaoqiu staring at him. ]
yves has already died. none of this really mattered to him, not personally. in the end, his entire life existed in just a long string of acts of service for others. (which life?) do everything he could to make others fulfilled and happy. try his hardest to make someone's day with every little interaction. all in hopes that...
what, someday the impossible would come? someone would love him? him? please. he's just a monster. an abnormal person who was never going to be worthy of anyone's attention. that firm belief settles in his chest, warping his every belief and outlook with the loss of that glimmer of hope. he'll see this through to the end, but—
well, that's actually it. no 'but'. the end will come and he will be ready. even still, he looks after the others, frets over marcoh's depression and siff's listlessness and jiaoqiu's fury. though as they're driving back, returning to that one location that they all know they must, he's going to ask aloud about 80% of the way into their journey: ]
[ The way I almost just want to respond 'I'm good' but I really do have to emphasise how much I actually FORCE Marcoh to talk for the sake of mg threads because otherwise he just wouldn't.
So, he doesn't. He ignores Jiaoqiu's staring too. Just keeps driving. ]
Yeah, the air does feel really tense and heavy, more so as they're.. already 80% of the way there? Wow, time sure flies huh. Siffrin perks up a little at Yves' voice, though a bit slowly, blinking a few and offering a smile. ]
We could, but... [ A helpless shrug as they look at the rest. Doesn't seem like it... ] ...I'm sure it'll be okay. We still have the demon to take care of and...
[ A hand raises to their mouth, a small little pause, swallowing before they try to sit straighter in their seat. Their posture is terrible and they keep slowly slumping. ]
We'll figure it all out.
[ He looks ahead, towards Marcoh then the road and releases a breath. Sniffling and turning away to look out their window, is the scenery hard to see outside... a shame. ]
[ yeah, are we there yet? talking is for scrubs, probably.
whoever is in the backseat with jiaoqiu might notice it over time. his fingers are curled into the fabric of his pants, and he's breathing slow and steady, staring down at his slowly whitening knuckles. his hair falls down over his face, hides it, and then - when siffrin speaks up, his head snaps up. a low, rumbling growl escapes him, and those hands that are gripping at his leg, at the seat, lift up and come around the seat at an inhuman speed, gripping marcoh by the throat.
it's a really strong grip! like, insanely strong, and he does not seem to care for a second that he is strangling the driver to the car. and also there are claws, now. whoever is in this backseat with him is going to see fox ears lift from his skull, pointed forward, as he bares his sharp, sharp teeth.
but even as he's doing this, he's almost trying to pull away, his body leaning back - it's just that his hands won't stop trying to murder marcoh. ]
yves probably noticed it, gradually. but his head was distracted for a while, in the silence, and then fretting between the three of them. the sudden snap of jiaoqiu's head upward makes yves similarly jolt—and then marcoh's getting choked. ]
Jiao?! [ not you too. damn, so this is what it's like in the other side. touché. he moves as swiftly as he can, trying to go with that same attempt that jiaoqiu is making to pull back, icy cold hands circling around his arms and yanking at the elbows to try to reel his arms back. ] You don't want this!
[ I am really loving the vibe of Ty descending down on people in private and giving them the permission slip to go berserk and y'all just sitting here waiting to unleash it while Ty is like teehee tag amongst yourselves while I figure out the next part uwu
Anyway he's depressed but not 'I may as well just die right here' kind of energy. Sorry though, he's got his throat grabbed and this is so out of left field that he just inadvertently jerks the steering wheel. Please enjoy this harsh whiplash while Marcoh tries to balance driving and idk, some kind of struggle. Damn! ]
[ I fully support Ty and every one of you. (I'm the bird screaming into a cup gif.)
Siffrin jolts at that, panic spiking through and they try to reach over to help free Marcoh but YIPPEE ROAD WHIPLASH. Carefully cradling Chainsaw to himself, the baby will not be harmed on this ride! ]
Jiaoqiu?! [ Of course, of course.. if Yves was affected, then for Jiaoqiu - hands try to grasp at the car so they aren't just yeeted around like a pear inside a pear wiggler.
They're biting down sharply on their lip, bracing, some blood starting to trickle down from their nose but they focus on trying to pry hands from Marcoh's neck while Yves tries at Jiaoqiu's arms. ]
i'm gonna be honest his goal is to make marcoh crash this fucking car. or - well, something's goal is that. he's a little feral - bones cracking in places as he wrenches marcoh to the side. again, he's way stronger than he should be, but that doesn't seem to be because he's been hiding it all this time. it seems painful, with the way his limbs are moving, like he's so tense that it hurts to move. like a puppet with too many strings, fighting against the moves being filtered through his mind.
unmake unmake unmake - he's growling it under his breath.
and when yves grabs for him, says his name, he looks, and there's panic in his expression. one hand comes from around marcoh's neck to claw at yves's face, to grab at his hair and slam his head back against the glass of the car window. at the same time, a leg comes up and fucking kicks as hard as he can against poor siffrin. he's aiming for the face, his boots heavy.
in the middle of all this, jiaoqiu desperately leans forward and sinks his teeth into the arm trying to crush marcoh's windpipe, tearing into it like he's going to fucking bite it off. like it's the only way he can stop himself. ]
[ the panic comes—and that's all yves needs to know to understand. understanding does not help him as the car continues to whip around, as his face gets clawed further, and his head gets bashed against the window. it's right of jiaoqiu to aim for his face because even if the pain doesn't register than my god at least he's dizzy for half a second. it's getting harder and harder to feel at home in his body.
but he comes to at some point and he grabs the wrist that's grabbing him, not letting jiaoqiu attempt to use it against marcoh again as much as he can. and then yves's other arm wraps around jiaoqiu's middle and attempts to pull. separate, hoping that the bite weakens jiaoqiu's grip strength. he will do this even if it means they continue to tumble around the car in the most depressed teenage tilt a whirl ]
Jiao! [ again, a name, an identity, it's you, it's you, not the other thing wearing you ] You and me—we won't let you hurt him!
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eventually your tunnel flattens out and widens. there’s a little extra room to walk now, and you can spread out if you want. there’s a little breeze that blows through the tunnel, and as you pass it seems as though the walls themselves are shaking, trembling, twitching. the floor beneath your feet sometimes feeling like water and sometimes feeling like stone.
you will have to walk for some distance… ]
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He touches one of the walls softly. What is the wrong . . . ]
What is going on here?
[ He cannot sense magic he presumes... can either of you. Are we on a ley line. They can keep walking. ]
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They rub at their arm, looking to the walls as well and holding their breath for a moment. Mm. Their own hand will raise to drift along a wall too, brows furrowing as they focus a little on it until stepping quietly along. ]
It's... [ Their voice trails and they shiver a little, expression twisting to unease. ]
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he keeps walking, not caring about the distance. honestly, he'll take the lead, he's on a mission. but he'll run his fingers along the wall every so often, too. what can he see? can he sense any sort of magic? ]
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yves still keeps his hand in jiaoqiu's, but he finds his attention drifting. he sniffs the breeze. what does it smell like? ]
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you are suddenly hit with clarity: this place is not connected to cabeswater at all, despite being on a ley line.
the further you walk, it feels as if you’re all being crowded together and ushered onward toward the room jiaoqiu mentioned at the end. you can’t see it at all, but perhaps he knows the way? marcoh’s hand suddenly disappears into the wall itself, and soon you feel crawling, hundreds of little legs leaving your hand an itchy mess.
the room is straight ahead, and the darkness prevails. the breeze smells dirty, almost noxious, even though there’s nothing poisonous down here.
you are all driven by the urge to keep going. there’s a flat, stone wall ahead, an arched doorway right in the center. ]
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He usually loves bugs too but he's not going to after this. He yanks his hand back out, unless you tell me he can't and he's just stuck there, in which case fucking rest in peace and goodbye. But otherwise he's going to set his jaw and move faster with bigger strides, even if it means overtaking the other three.
If Glendower is here, he needs to see him just once before he dies.
Is this door tsundere? What do we feel from it. I ask this but being first in line I know somebody is just going to be like opens it so, salutes. ]
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Just following close at his heels. The arched doorway is. Right. There. ]
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but jiaoqiu, with very large and bright eyes, walks straight past marcoh and sif, lets go of yves, and opens the door. goodbye. he walks even further into the room and goes right for something the rest of you can't see, and puts his hands on it.
and pushes. ]
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is this another stone coffin you fuck did you win this time
jiaoqiu lets go of yves and yves is dazed enough to let him—but once he comes to, he'll start running after jiaoqiu in deep concern even though he's not fast or solid enough to stop him ]
Jiao?!
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anyway you don’t get to find out if this door is tsundere since jiaoqiu just mowed his way downtown walking fast, bursting into the room. ravens upon ravens upon ravens on the door are on the door and it’s chilled inside, dead grass and ivy climbing the walls, and in front of you…
there is in fact a stone coffin. the room itself is emmpty beyond that, a low rocky ceiling and a scrying bowl on the floor.
but more importantly, in the tomb lies a knight in armor, uncovered. a sword by his left hand, a cup by his right.
you know this is your king you’ve been searching for, and you know that the moment you go to touch this king, to wake him from his slumber…
…he’s dead. there is no flesh, there is no magic, it’s metal and bone and decay and you wonder if you can wake the bones, but there is nothing. and the longer you stand in this tomb, looking upon the face of a fantasy you’ve chased for years and years, you realize several things begin to slip far away from your memory.
marcoh, do you really need to see venere safe and happy? surely she’s fine on her own, right? don’t even think about her. (a wish unmade)
siffrin, you would do everything for your friends and family, wouldn’t you? look at how far you’ve come now to stay by their side, even though so many things have gone wrong because of you. but it’s fine. when the journey is over, you’ll realize they don’t want you to stay anyway. (a wish unmade)
jiaoqiu, was peace ever really an option? what does it matter? that’s just a pipedream. you were never going to cure war anyway, right? so why bother trying. go, be free to do something else. (a wish unmade)
yves, who could ever truly love a ghost? you don’t need to be loved. your friends have forgotten you multiple times already, haven’t they? maybe it’s time to give up the ghost and disappear when the journey is over (a wish unmade)
glendower is dead, and so are all of your dreams… whatever the hell they were.
and to top it off, you do still have the demon to contend with. what a day, huh? ]
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...No.
[ No, no, no -- he spent the last seven years doing everything he could to learn. Artemus said Glendower wasn't dead. He'd be back. (Maybe a touch presumptuous on his part, but Marcoh has every reason to believe it.) The king who can undo death itself, surely could save Henrietta, Virginia, could save the other three. He mutters under his breath as he storms in, reaching.
Marcoh's a mess. He looks and never finds. Everything is temporary for an oaf like him. His hands aren't meant to solve and find, they're too broad and heavy. It's not like he could ever protect Venere anyway. He fucked it all up. He should've never insisted he could. In another life, she wasn't raised by some stupid kid trying to do his best because he was too attached to let her go. She would have been fine without him. She'll be just fine without him here, they have parents now, when he finally meets that ghost, proves the omen true. He's years overdue.
The last thing he could've had was one answer for himself. ]
That can't be it. There's something. Glendower is the reason I am here. What are you hiding?
[ The blade he raised to call on the Welsh? Is it really nothing but pure steel? ]
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there is only silence, and the faint whistling of the wind from the entrance of the tunnel. ]
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Marcoh has never actually let the concept of depression catch up to him before but it finally has for the first time and it feels so bad. He's definitely going to have to be lowkey manhandled to actually get out of here but he will silently and numbly drive them all back to Virginia... ]
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How thoroughly unsatisfied Siffrin has been with their life, didn't really have big plans for the future.. nothing but the loyalty to their friends. To their family. Just doing what they can to protect them, be with them, in this life here with a father that died recently so fresh on their mind and a mother who may as well have died after that loss. But they found something here. Found something in all of them and..
That was enough. Was everything. And this, this they wanted at least for Marcoh, to do anything for him and it wasn't about the favor for themselves. Why need a favor when everything they wanted was right here? So they wanted to help him, to not let him to do it alone, and all they can do is helplessly watch that dream being crushed before his eyes. ..There's nothing to keep them all here, is there? (They'll leave. They'll leave, and you'll be alone again.)
But they move ahead, a gentle hand and try to guide Marcoh along. There's nothing for them here. There's nothing left. There's only one path left, isn't there? Ignore those other feelings, push to the back of their mind, it's.. not over yet. Not yet, there's still something left for them to do. Focus on that and not the end.
Back to the drive, where they won't say a word, falling quiet. ]
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nihility is familiar. it's rotting and horrible and crawls up in his throat. for a long moment, as he stares at this dead king, this culmination of everything that he hoped to achieve, to fix that nihility - he's just silent. shut off. what now? what do they do now? what does it even matter anymore? feixiao gave over to the moon rage - the war will never end, it will be soldier after soldier, just the remains of something horrible, bloodstained and torn to shreds.
his fingers twitch. his jaw works, his eyes hurt.
there's no reason to be here. and as he turns to pass by the others again, there's a brief look of fury in his expression. back up the tunnel he goes. they have a demon to kill, still. in the car we get.
he sits behind the driver's seat, this time. behind marcoh. he might feel jiaoqiu staring at him. ]
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well.
yves has already died. none of this really mattered to him, not personally. in the end, his entire life existed in just a long string of acts of service for others. (which life?) do everything he could to make others fulfilled and happy. try his hardest to make someone's day with every little interaction. all in hopes that...
what, someday the impossible would come? someone would love him? him? please. he's just a monster. an abnormal person who was never going to be worthy of anyone's attention. that firm belief settles in his chest, warping his every belief and outlook with the loss of that glimmer of hope. he'll see this through to the end, but—
well, that's actually it. no 'but'. the end will come and he will be ready. even still, he looks after the others, frets over marcoh's depression and siff's listlessness and jiaoqiu's fury. though as they're driving back, returning to that one location that they all know they must, he's going to ask aloud about 80% of the way into their journey: ]
... are we going to talk about it?
[ any of what just happened. ]
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So, he doesn't. He ignores Jiaoqiu's staring too. Just keeps driving. ]
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Yeah, the air does feel really tense and heavy, more so as they're.. already 80% of the way there? Wow, time sure flies huh. Siffrin perks up a little at Yves' voice, though a bit slowly, blinking a few and offering a smile. ]
We could, but... [ A helpless shrug as they look at the rest. Doesn't seem like it... ] ...I'm sure it'll be okay. We still have the demon to take care of and...
[ A hand raises to their mouth, a small little pause, swallowing before they try to sit straighter in their seat. Their posture is terrible and they keep slowly slumping. ]
We'll figure it all out.
[ He looks ahead, towards Marcoh then the road and releases a breath. Sniffling and turning away to look out their window, is the scenery hard to see outside... a shame. ]
..How much longer until we reach..?
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whoever is in the backseat with jiaoqiu might notice it over time. his fingers are curled into the fabric of his pants, and he's breathing slow and steady, staring down at his slowly whitening knuckles. his hair falls down over his face, hides it, and then - when siffrin speaks up, his head snaps up. a low, rumbling growl escapes him, and those hands that are gripping at his leg, at the seat, lift up and come around the seat at an inhuman speed, gripping marcoh by the throat.
it's a really strong grip! like, insanely strong, and he does not seem to care for a second that he is strangling the driver to the car. and also there are claws, now. whoever is in this backseat with him is going to see fox ears lift from his skull, pointed forward, as he bares his sharp, sharp teeth.
but even as he's doing this, he's almost trying to pull away, his body leaning back - it's just that his hands won't stop trying to murder marcoh. ]
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that took a fucking turn, didn't it.
yves probably noticed it, gradually. but his head was distracted for a while, in the silence, and then fretting between the three of them. the sudden snap of jiaoqiu's head upward makes yves similarly jolt—and then marcoh's getting choked. ]
Jiao?! [ not you too. damn, so this is what it's like in the other side. touché. he moves as swiftly as he can, trying to go with that same attempt that jiaoqiu is making to pull back, icy cold hands circling around his arms and yanking at the elbows to try to reel his arms back. ] You don't want this!
Let go!
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Anyway he's depressed but not 'I may as well just die right here' kind of energy. Sorry though, he's got his throat grabbed and this is so out of left field that he just inadvertently jerks the steering wheel. Please enjoy this harsh whiplash while Marcoh tries to balance driving and idk, some kind of struggle. Damn! ]
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Siffrin jolts at that, panic spiking through and they try to reach over to help free Marcoh but YIPPEE ROAD WHIPLASH. Carefully cradling Chainsaw to himself, the baby will not be harmed on this ride! ]
Jiaoqiu?! [ Of course, of course.. if Yves was affected, then for Jiaoqiu - hands try to grasp at the car so they aren't just yeeted around like a pear inside a pear wiggler.
They're biting down sharply on their lip, bracing, some blood starting to trickle down from their nose but they focus on trying to pry hands from Marcoh's neck while Yves tries at Jiaoqiu's arms. ]
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i'm gonna be honest his goal is to make marcoh crash this fucking car. or - well, something's goal is that. he's a little feral - bones cracking in places as he wrenches marcoh to the side. again, he's way stronger than he should be, but that doesn't seem to be because he's been hiding it all this time. it seems painful, with the way his limbs are moving, like he's so tense that it hurts to move. like a puppet with too many strings, fighting against the moves being filtered through his mind.
unmake unmake unmake - he's growling it under his breath.
and when yves grabs for him, says his name, he looks, and there's panic in his expression. one hand comes from around marcoh's neck to claw at yves's face, to grab at his hair and slam his head back against the glass of the car window. at the same time, a leg comes up and fucking kicks as hard as he can against poor siffrin. he's aiming for the face, his boots heavy.
in the middle of all this, jiaoqiu desperately leans forward and sinks his teeth into the arm trying to crush marcoh's windpipe, tearing into it like he's going to fucking bite it off. like it's the only way he can stop himself. ]
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but he comes to at some point and he grabs the wrist that's grabbing him, not letting jiaoqiu attempt to use it against marcoh again as much as he can. and then yves's other arm wraps around jiaoqiu's middle and attempts to pull. separate, hoping that the bite weakens jiaoqiu's grip strength. he will do this even if it means they continue to tumble around the car in the most depressed teenage tilt a whirl ]
Jiao! [ again, a name, an identity, it's you, it's you, not the other thing wearing you ] You and me—we won't let you hurt him!
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