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Heat ([personal profile] iron_stomach) wrote in [community profile] memestertrucks 2025-05-28 04:08 pm (UTC)

Heat has a lot to try to work out ... and do something about. Subtlety isn't his strong suit, espionage even less so. Investigation is best left to other people with more analytical minds, but who else was there? Something was really off here and Heat can't tell what it is besides a growing sense of wrong, like a demon lurking just out of sight, little more than a whiff of scent now and then on the breeze as a warning.

He never bothered to learn the skills needed to scour away an affliction such as whatever might be plaguing Serph. What else could it be?

There's no violent retaliation when Serph grabs his shoulder to stop him, but for a moment it seems like he might just keep going before reluctantly falling still, glancing back. He knows little about what wing positions mean, but there's tension everywhere else too to go with it, and the one visible red eye narrows. Everything Serph says is heard, but it's now through the filter of growing certainty his leader's been compromised and in need of assistance.

Subtlety is NOT his strong suit. "So there's more than one. I've seen their brands, Serph." More junkyards for Angel to dissolve.

It's dismissed after a moment, he'll burn that bridge when he came to it. "It's fine." It really isn't. "Nothing's changed. We're still going to Nirvana. We're still surrounded by hostile demons."

Once Serph was clearheaded again, they'd start rebuilding. The sooner they were a cohesive tribe the faster they'd get there. Sera and the rest were waiting.

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