catch all log!

[battlebound]

Who: Steak and anyone unfortunate enough to be in his vicinity
When: All through Jan!
Where: Aef, Dorch, he gets around.
What: Catch-all shenanigans!
Warnings: Nothing right now!

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[battlebound]

[ Why does he keep you around, Red Wine? Steak glares and bundles up the scarf, peering out into the hall, the cloud of smoke hanging thickly over the building interior. ]

Get down.

[ A hand tugs at Red Wine's shoulder, because isn't that what you're meant to do? Stay low to avoid the worst of the smoke? ]

[judgementor]

Don't paw at me, Steak. [Red Wine replies waspishly, instantly, brushing the other Food Soul's hand off his shoulder. He hesitates in the doorway, a brief flutter of worry in the pit of his stomach, then forges ahead with his sleeve held to his nose.]

Check the floor below. I'll go up.

[battlebound]

[ He'll punch Red Wine later. For now, they have work to be doing, and that is something they can always agree on. He exhales into the knitwear and his knuckles brush the back of Red Wine's hand without thinking, a wordless agreement to the plan.

They're linked now. They'll always know if something's wrong.

But still— ]

If you're not out in ten minutes, I'm coming to find you.

[judgementor]

[Red Wine stares steadily at him for a few heavy moments, then shakes his head with a soft scoff and turns away.]

I'm sure you will. Come on, we're wasting time.

[There are only a couple of people on the floor above where he and Steak live, and they are already on their way out when Red Wine finds them. He quickly checks the other rooms but, finding no one else there, makes his way out onto the street.]

[battlebound]

[ Downstairs is less successful. He finds that the lower floors have been evacuated already, for which Steak breathes a sigh of relief. No sign of anyone hurt, but the door to the final apartment is stuck closed and there's no response.

He frowns and presses his weight against the door, testing it, and finds it firm. ]

Dammit—

[ There could be someone in there, but the flames are licking at the walls and he's running out of time. So his attention turns to the window at the end of the corridor, which is easily smashed open, and Steak grimaces as he lifts himself up and through it. ]

Damn...

[ But he knows that dark head of hair anywhere. ]

Red Wine!

[judgementor]

[He hadn't had any difficulty in getting out, having ushered a couple of people into the street and away from the building. Perhaps it would be put out before the whole thing was destroyed, but he finds he feels no particular connection to the place.

And then... then, there's Steak.]

Must you make an exhibition of yourself every time we're in public? [Red Wine snaps waspishly as he moves to help the other Soul through the broken window, flicking the fabric of his coat up over the broken glass.]

What do you think you're doing?

[battlebound]

[ He could swear at Red Wine, or grab him, start a fight, any of the things which would normally be therapeutic, but there's no time right now. ]

The fire's spread. [ Obviously. But more importantly... ] One of the apartment doors won't open. I don't know if anyone's in there...

[ He's craning his neck to try and look inside the apartment next to where he exited, brows knit together. ]

[judgementor]

[Red Wine frowns, leaning slightly to peer down the hall towards the closed door. The fire is getting hotter by the moment and if they don't get out of here soon, their efforts to escape the building might well have been entirely in vain.]

What do you want me to do about it? [He asks, pointedly gesturing to Steak's bulk.]

Are you telling me you can't break open a door?

[battlebound]

In a fire? [ That's a recipe for disaster. Not that his breaking open the window was much better, but given the fact that the fire had blocked his way downstairs, he wasn't given many other options. ]

Can you see anyone?

[judgementor]

I can't see through walls, Steak, how am I supposed to see anybody?

[Excelling himself with ridiculous questions, today. Red Wine scowls at him and then walks away, scanning a few windows with a keen glance.]

No. Now get away from there before you get hurt.

[battlebound]

I meant the window, bastard!

[ Still, he doesn't want to hang around on the windowsill much longer, pushing himself off with a grunt. ]

[judgementor]

There's nobody in there.

[He isn't sure of how he's so certain of it, but he is. There's no one in there. No panicked heartbeats on the other side of the wall, struggling against the flames and smoke.]

Come on. We have a crowd of spectators to clear.

[battlebound]

Alright, alright.

[ Good. He's glad of that much at least, and wastes no time catching up to Red Wine and hurrying towards the people watching with open mouths and frozen limbs.

One more problem to deal with. It never ends, does it? ]