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[creator_raven]

[OOM: Raven provokes Oberon into a fight.]

The back door flies open, and a tiny flaming raven shape enters, switching quickly to man-form as he hits the floor.

He is burning with black flames, and there are huge fissures in his skin. He is laughing, and there is not much of sane in it.

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[creator_raven]

There is still blood on his tongue, and he focuses on that, for a moment.

His voice is rough, and cracked, as he speaks.

"Oberon. He--That One rides him, rides him hard. I could not--I could not channel enough power and keep the body, I had to go."

His grin is bloody and defiant.

"I got him, though, before I left--with three bolts of fire and three of lightning. It has done some damage, I think."

He visibly pulls himself together--madness hiding itself, again. Not gone, never gone, but far enough away for living.

"Ace." He moves, slowly, painfully, and reaches for her. The flames disappear, as he moves. The fissures, perhaps, get a little deeper, but not much.

"I am well, Ace--damaged, mostly, by my own power. It will be well."

He looks to Coyote, with affection and gratitude.

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

Sariel wraps her wings tightly around Ace and Puck, sheilding and holding and just caring, as not-Sariel as it has seemed to be, she cares for all of them there this night, she does, she worries --

-- and as he speaks, it's alleviated.

"Bird. You speak ... you are back, Bird. Back with us to stay, I hope. And you are a hero, Bird, and you will heal --"

She, too, looks toward Coyote, eyes alight with silent thanks.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck's relief upon hearing Raven's voice is cut short by what he says of Oberon, even if it's what he already suspected, already knows.

That One rides him hard.

"You have my thanks," he whispers to Coyote.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Perhaps Ace, of all here, understands least of what is going on.

Perhaps it really doesn't matter at all if she does.

She reaches down and squeezes Sariel's hand in silent thanks, but then pulls free to drop on her knees beside Raven and take his hand instead in both of hers.
"I'm gonna hold you to that."

[creator_raven]

Raven clutches her hand.

"Always, Ace."

He rests his head on her shoulder, and breathes.

"I had forgotten, I think, what I was like."

He winces, and lifts a shaky hand to his head.

"Ow."

[howling_laugh]

"Ow." Coyotes eyes him. "You... YOU. OOOGHH."

She flails incoherently. "I will chew on your BONES if you ever do that again."

Coyote reaches into her singed jacket and shakily lights a cigarette. "Fucker," she snaps, before tacking a deep drag.

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

"Took the words RIGHT out of my mouth," agrees Sariel, not sure if it's a good thing someone else snarked before her or not.

"If all you have to say is 'ow,' Bird, you don't need all of us standing here and doting on you and loving you and worrying about you and thank God you're okay, Bird."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck might be blaming himself at this juncture for getting so many involved in what is, at bottom, his fight. But never really being one to buy into romance, he does not. He knows who is to blame.

That said ... he rolls his eyes at Coyote and Sariel.

"Perhaps the bird would prefer a few less mother hens clucking at him just now."

I *do* hope he came out the worse, Raven. And there's anxiety in there, but just now he doesn't want to deal with it.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace just laughs, relieved. He's alright now, he's back. Wounds can be healed, but Death doesn't take kindly to people attempting to steal her own away.
"You scared me, you block'ead." She reproves him, smiling all the while. "Though I suppose 'flaming git' would be appropriate, this time. Y'need anything?" She asks, very carefully cautiously freeing a hand so she can wrap her arm around his shoulders.

He's here. He didn't go.

Ace rejoices.

[creator_raven]

His voice comes out more clearly, this time, though still a bit cracked.

"I am fine--or I will be, with a bit of rest."

He breathes.

"It was--most of it was my own fault, really. I drew more power than I should have."

He looks up. "I am sorry, for your fear."

He reaches out, and shakes Coyote's shoulder, gently. "You can bite his heels, next time--we work better together."

[howling_laugh]

Coyote huffs, and takes another drag. She leans against Raven. "I need some clay, Raven. If you don't want to get it out of the lake, I hope you have enough magic left in you to go Elsewhen. You are not having my extra body. It's too pretty for you."

She smiles a little, then. And she sends her thanks to all Creators.