[attr="class","thadmain"]He leans into Isaac’s touch the slightest bit, going when instructed and sitting where indicated. The boat rocks, gently, under his feet, and he immediately begins to feel seasick… or something.
A strange feeling akin to dizziness sets over him, like his eyes are sliding closed, his vision is moving, but he isn’t moving at all. Maybe, his rational brain suggests, maybe it’s just the movement of the boat. The motion of the ocean, as they row down the river?
Ash’s hold on his hand is concrete and should be grounding. Instead, it sends shivers up his arm, like the physical embodiment of nails on a chalkboard.
While Isaac, Ash, and Temp become focused on the flames, Kepler feels something slimy and bitter sliding down his throat. His head cranes up in jerky motions, like gears in a clockwork shifting teeth, and pain-- the worst pain he’s ever felt-- blossoms beneath the skin of his face.
“The fire,” he says to Ash, in a voice that isn’t his own,
“is what you deserve.” Once it’s out he realizes how horrible and
wrong it sounds and claps his hands over his mouth, but his limbs feel heavy, like he’s sedated, and he can’t help but stare in abject horror because
why would he say something like that? “I didn’t. I-- Ash, I--,” The overwhelming urge to draw back and punch Ash in the face, hard and repeatedly, simmers through him like fire, and he gets so far as to cock his arm and makes a fist before he wrests some modicum of control back. The proximity to Ashley is driving him
insane, and he’s at war with himself, beset by feelings of anger and hatred that are so counterintuitive to what he
truly knows he feels that it’s making him nauseous.
He needs to get
out before he hurts his boyfriend.
With a wail of something halfway between sadness and rage, Kepler stands, the boat rocking beneath him. He puts one foot on the side of the boat and with an entirely un-Kepler-like agility, he launches himself over the side of the boat towards the shore. One boot crashes down into the acidic river, sizzling with a splash, but his protective gear keeps him mostly safe as he pitches onto the opposite bank-- right into the waiting wings of the angry, dead god.
His hands are still over his mouth, which tastes sour; thin, pale filaments of something faintly glowy escape his lips and cling to his palms. Vertigo overtakes him and he falls to his knees.
Moltres, surprised by the gall and sudden appearance of such a frail and tiny thing, cocks its head, before aiming to wipe Kepler off the face of the earth-- or the face of the afterlife-- with a furious blast of fire.
Pluto jumps in front of her trainer, throwing up a
protect and
holding it. The flames arc off the shielding bubble, creating a rainbow aura in the air.
+ kepler is possessed by the spirit of someone ash killed
(prompt 10)+ while warring with the ghost, who wants him to beat the shit out of ash, he is so greatly affected that he needs to get away. he jumps out of the boat to the opposite shoreline straight into the waiting wings of angry moltres.
+ pluto the beheeyem throws up a protect to stop kepler from getting barbecued and is holding it (lil creative interpretation i hope that's okay)
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