The moment Rich had found his way back to his human form (with a lot of help from Michael, who really seems to know just what to say to a newly transformed dragonboy), he'd been back to worrying about Jeremy. Sure, he'd ditched just about everyone back at the house, but it was clear that Michael had gotten control of himself again, and Rich is... at least hopeful that Justine has been around long enough to know how to stay out of trouble.
Jeremy has been here half a month, and most of that time, from what Rich has seen, has been spent panicking about the strange new world that he's been thrust into. That, plus his very strange habit of zoning out that he's picked up during the mist doesn't give Rich much confidence in his chances out here.
So he's trying to track him down, and trying not to let guilt over failing to keep the most important people he has here safe and sound get to him, when he spots a familiar mess of brown hair crossing just a street away from him. Rich is about to call out for him when he realizes just who Jeremy is with... and that immediately gets his hackles to rise. Something is obviously wrong, Rich doesn't even need to see the blood to know that Jeremy's been dazed and confused again and the SQUIP decided that was the perfect time to butt in and try to drag him into being his brainwashed host all over again...
In the moments where Rich struggles with panic and fear, absorbing that this nightmare scenario really is happening, Jeremy has been led further away... though as Rich calms down and tries to form some sort of plan, he decides that might be for the best.
Not wasting any more time, he starts following after the two, as quietly as possible, hiding around corners and behind buildings when he needs to. The fog is also a helpful cover, though Rich tries to keep his view of them clear enough, as his watch is clutched in his hand, ready to record at a moment's notice. He has a feeling that if the time for retaliation has finally come, he's going to need the ammunition so he and Myr don't get punished for just trying to stop history from repeating.
Even so, he doesn't really care what happens to him. At this point, what matters is making sure the SQUIP can never dig its claws into anyone else ever again.
If it took another flaming puddle of gasoline, or if it took even more, so be it.
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Jeremy has been here half a month, and most of that time, from what Rich has seen, has been spent panicking about the strange new world that he's been thrust into. That, plus his very strange habit of zoning out that he's picked up during the mist doesn't give Rich much confidence in his chances out here.
So he's trying to track him down, and trying not to let guilt over failing to keep the most important people he has here safe and sound get to him, when he spots a familiar mess of brown hair crossing just a street away from him. Rich is about to call out for him when he realizes just who Jeremy is with... and that immediately gets his hackles to rise. Something is obviously wrong, Rich doesn't even need to see the blood to know that Jeremy's been dazed and confused again and the SQUIP decided that was the perfect time to butt in and try to drag him into being his brainwashed host all over again...
In the moments where Rich struggles with panic and fear, absorbing that this nightmare scenario really is happening, Jeremy has been led further away... though as Rich calms down and tries to form some sort of plan, he decides that might be for the best.
Not wasting any more time, he starts following after the two, as quietly as possible, hiding around corners and behind buildings when he needs to. The fog is also a helpful cover, though Rich tries to keep his view of them clear enough, as his watch is clutched in his hand, ready to record at a moment's notice. He has a feeling that if the time for retaliation has finally come, he's going to need the ammunition so he and Myr don't get punished for just trying to stop history from repeating.
Even so, he doesn't really care what happens to him. At this point, what matters is making sure the SQUIP can never dig its claws into anyone else ever again.
If it took another flaming puddle of gasoline, or if it took even more, so be it.