[ He could've...He could have killed him but he didn't. He could still do it. But, he couldn't bring himself to. Maybe because he was already in too much pain and it would take too much effort, or maybe it was because he actually talked to him and told him he was being treated wrong. The very first one. ]
I... don't want to die...that I guess...is my choice.
[ Just hearing that makes him pause in his walking. His owner...dead. More then 7 years of his life had been for his owner, he could't even a imagine a life without the orders, the punishment, the life that he is just walking away from somehow. Is this really okay? He wanted to be free but it terrified him to even think about it. ]
[ He jumps because this guy was the one giving him orders niw he should probably listen to. He folliws along head down and close to Bandou. So much change in so little time.]
[ When they get outside and find where the group is, it's fairly obvious who's been victorious. Bandou shouts out an 'Oi!' and heads turn towards where the two are coming up behind them. A guy with golden brown hair and wearing a cap runs over eagerly, calling out "San-chan!" and waving. ]
You don't have to do this either, it's your choice. But these guys won't treat you like Hikawa did.
[ Bandou comments to Eric before pulling his hand from his pocket and waving back. ]
[ Eric followed along silently, looking at the group that had started it all. The one that wiped out half of his world and extinguished the rest in a blink of an eye.
He looked from Bandou to the one that was running over back to the other. ]
Ah...uhm...
[ He looked down he had a choice in joining now too? This was all way to much. He was scared, too much unknown and he felt himself starting to shake. He wasn't sure if it was from the fear or pain or both but he couldn't move or answer the other. ]
[ Unfortunately for Bandou, Shouhei has decided to cling onto him, obviously happy that he's okay. Bandou yells at him, trying to push him off.
While that ordeal is going on... The others make their way over. Coming up behind them all is a man with fiery red hair and a rather intimidating look upon his face. He eyes Eric, quiet for the moment. Since Bandou's alright and the kid's not attacking, he'll let him speak first. ]
[ Eric flinches slightly when the guy practically tackles Bandou. He shuffles a bit before seeing another person approach the two and he freezes. This, was he red king wasn't it? He looked terrifying. He gulped, he had no idea where to even start. But, maybe the truth first. ]
...The one that captured loudmouth here, was me.
[ He's shaking but he looks up at the red monster ]
I'm entirely prepared for whatever you wish to do. I'm not going to back down.
[ Eric didn't trust what Bandou said. But if he had to accept a punishment, even accept death, it was fine, he thought. He did something for himself, that seemed more then enough. ]
[ Bandou's finally freed from Shouhei's clutches and gives the guy a hard punch in the arm when he says, 'San-chan looks funny all dressed up and without his hat and glasses!"
Meanwhile, Mikoto takes a drag from his cigarette then slowly breathes out a trail of smoke.
"Is that so?" He answers Eric in his usual monotone voice; intimidating yet hard to decipher.
Hearing his king speak, Bandou finally turns back towards the others. ]
I told this idiot he should come talk to you or there'd be nothing left of him. I don't think he's a bad guy.
[ The Red King takes another drag before crushing the cigarette butt under his shoe. He approaches Eric, seemingly towering over him despite only a few inches difference in height between the two of them. ]
[ Is that hand on fire? Eric thinks that hand is on fire...Wow it really is on fire. WHY IS IT ON FIRE??
He looks over at Bandou not sure what to do. But then again he knew already. This was a hope. This place could be somewhere he can be safe in. He hoped that it was Even if another part of him though he was just putting on another collar, that flicker of hop somehow was still there and it was for that reason why one of his hands went up.
[ Bandou looks up from where he was clutching his head. Oh wow, the guy's actually going for it. He half expected him to run off in panic, especially when the flames erupted around Mikoto's hand. But the was actually doing it. He was making his own choice to trust them and shake Mikoto's hand.
And at that contact, the flames flare briefly before dying down entirely. Mikoto gives a short, but approving grunt. Welcome to the Red Clan. And the King's busy pulling another cigarette out of his back pocket. ]
[ When the hand left, Eric feel a warm sensation on his shoulder. Quickly he unzipped a bit of his hoodie, revealing a collar on his neck as well, and placed his hand there, looking at it. A tattoo, a red tattoo that he vaguely new was the symbol for Homra.
His eyes widened and look between the one who gave him that mark and the one that had given him his freedom, not sure what to do. ]
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Should he stop him? Should he help his master and possibly die in the process?
He didn't want to die. He didn't want to die but how could he even do something else? Where could he even go if they were all gone? ]
W-wait...
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What?
[ Maybe he actually got through to the guy. ]
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[ He opens and closes his mouth, he has no idea what was going on. He wanted to ask why he wasn't being killed or forced to do something ]
Why try to save someone that was going to kill you?
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[ Bandou shoves his hands into his pockets, letting his defenses down. ]
Look, we all went through shitty things. You deserve to at least make one choice for yourself.
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[ He could've...He could have killed him but he didn't. He could still do it. But, he couldn't bring himself to. Maybe because he was already in too much pain and it would take too much effort, or maybe it was because he actually talked to him and told him he was being treated wrong. The very first one. ]
I... don't want to die...that I guess...is my choice.
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[ He turns to continue walking. ]
Staying here's not gonna help you with that.
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[ He jumps. He could actually go over there. ]
O-okay...
[ Slowly, he makes his way over to Bandou, still not sure, still not even sure this was real. But hell follow. ]
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[ He's leading the way out the warehouse. If they see them exit together and Bandou at ease, they won't go after the guy. ]
So what's your name, anyway?
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[ He follows, flinching and shutting his eyes as he hears screams and shouts. ]
...E-Eric Surt...
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[ He knew it. This guy didn't know about HOMRA, at all. ]
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[ He hadn't heard anything about Homra, he knew they attacked him but he wasn't around to hear names. ]
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[ Just hearing that makes him pause in his walking. His owner...dead. More then 7 years of his life had been for his owner, he could't even a imagine a life without the orders, the punishment, the life that he is just walking away from somehow. Is this really okay? He wanted to be free but it terrified him to even think about it. ]
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[ Bandou realizes he's talking to no one, as Eric has stopped following him. ]
You coming or not?
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[ He jumps because this guy was the one giving him orders niw he should probably listen to. He folliws along head down and close to Bandou. So much change in so little time.]
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You don't have to do this either, it's your choice. But these guys won't treat you like Hikawa did.
[ Bandou comments to Eric before pulling his hand from his pocket and waving back. ]
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He looked from Bandou to the one that was running over back to the other. ]
Ah...uhm...
[ He looked down he had a choice in joining now too? This was all way to much. He was scared, too much unknown and he felt himself starting to shake. He wasn't sure if it was from the fear or pain or both but he couldn't move or answer the other. ]
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While that ordeal is going on... The others make their way over. Coming up behind them all is a man with fiery red hair and a rather intimidating look upon his face. He eyes Eric, quiet for the moment. Since Bandou's alright and the kid's not attacking, he'll let him speak first. ]
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...The one that captured loudmouth here, was me.
[ He's shaking but he looks up at the red monster ]
I'm entirely prepared for whatever you wish to do. I'm not going to back down.
[ Eric didn't trust what Bandou said. But if he had to accept a punishment, even accept death, it was fine, he thought. He did something for himself, that seemed more then enough. ]
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Meanwhile, Mikoto takes a drag from his cigarette then slowly breathes out a trail of smoke.
"Is that so?" He answers Eric in his usual monotone voice; intimidating yet hard to decipher.
Hearing his king speak, Bandou finally turns back towards the others. ]
I told this idiot he should come talk to you or there'd be nothing left of him. I don't think he's a bad guy.
[ The Red King takes another drag before crushing the cigarette butt under his shoe. He approaches Eric, seemingly towering over him despite only a few inches difference in height between the two of them. ]
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Did Bandou lie? Were they going to kill him? He couldn't read whatever this guy was planning.
Even if they were he was going to stand his ground. He's ready. ]
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The Red King remains quiet for what probably seems like an eternity. He looks Eric up and down, assessing him before finally extending a hand to him.
A flame engulfed hand, mind you. ]
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He looks over at Bandou not sure what to do. But then again he knew already. This was a hope. This place could be somewhere he can be safe in. He hoped that it was Even if another part of him though he was just putting on another collar, that flicker of hop somehow was still there and it was for that reason why one of his hands went up.
He takes it in his own shaky hand. ]
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And at that contact, the flames flare briefly before dying down entirely. Mikoto gives a short, but approving grunt. Welcome to the Red Clan. And the King's busy pulling another cigarette out of his back pocket. ]
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His eyes widened and look between the one who gave him that mark and the one that had given him his freedom, not sure what to do. ]
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