[Network/Video] Backdated to late April

[tyrants_son]

[The warlord isn't seated on his throne chair but against a wall, or rather practically wedged in a corner as the adjoining faces can be seen just behind him. While his expression doesn't really betray anything, his body language suggests exhaustion, slumped as he is. When he speaks up, his tone sounds a little hollower than usual.]

...he...has escaped...

[With effort he draws himself up in a brief but failed attempt to sit straighter. That burning gaze of his turns towards some point off-screen before he lowers his head with something of a sigh.]

I was...unable to stop them.

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[wearingthestars]

Is there any way I can help?

[Billy looks anxious, not sure how well his skills might translate to an Exo.]

Where are you?

[tyrants_son]

Felspring...she has seen to the worst of it. ...however the effort has exhausted both of us.

...we are yet where Beck was kept.

[wearingthestars]

In the hotel, right?
I'll be there in a second, just try and conserve your energy, okay?

[tyrants_son]

...that is all I can do...for the moment.

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[wearingthestars]

Super. Just keep...breathing.

[Did Exos breathe? Billy's not sure. Doesn't matter right. He shuts off the feed and a moment later a flash of blue light announces him as he teleports.]

I promise, I'm going to make a point to learn more about how to help everyone whose not exactly human for the future, but for now- what can I do to help you? Coach me through it. My magic is at our disposal.

[tyrants_son]

[It's purely reflex that Felwinter attempts to get to his feet at Billy's sudden arrival, defensive and looking very much like a cornered animal until he registers who it is. Even then he hasn't gotten very far, mostly pushed himself against the wall like a brace, but without the strength to level himself any higher. He sags down to the floor again, his Ghost cradled close in one hand.]

...I would not be able to say for certain... I think Felspring has seen to the worst of it.

[The Exo doesn't really look at all like he'd been in a fight. His helmet lies on its side on the floor where it had been knocked off. Spidering cracks and a few holes riddle the wall from discharged shots. Felwinter lifts his Ghost slightly, her core still lit, if flickering dully.]

Restoring me has exhausted both her and I... I believe it is due to our... connection to the Light being so strained, here.

[wearingthestars]

[Billy lifts his palms in apology, and tries to help brace Felwinter the rest of the way down. He winces a little as he takes in the scene, and the flicking Ghost, brow creasing uncertainly.]

Light. Um- could I...could I make Light? Would that help? [He could try a vague sort of...healing/mending spell, but he's still not really sure if Exos are part flesh and blood, or all machine, and he worries it might not be enough.]

[tyrants_son]

I do not think it is something so easily made...

[It's not something he quite understands, and his Ghost hasn't been able to explain much about the Traveler who supplied it to the Risen.]

...it is what brought me to life, and serves as a connection between us. I have been drained before...after attempting one of my greater Void attacks. Rest...should suffice.

[He hopes so anyway. Felspring hadn't been affected then, but he assumes it's because she had no part in fueling his void abilities.]

[wearingthestars]

[Rest he can do at least.]

I can 'port you both back to the Comms tower. That's where you're set up, right?

[He glances around and then anxiously back to Felwinter.]

...Beck did all this?

[tyrants_son]

I... Yes.

[He supposes if the boy can blink about so easily then reaching the top floor is hardly a problem.

At Billy's observation, he shakes his head.]

...no. The quieter of the two known as Bucky...he came to aid Beck.

[wearingthestars]

...Soldier?

[Billy's brows crease, and he looks torn for a moment, but Felwinter's the one that needs his attention now. He gives a confused nod, clearly anxious.]

Right...um...right- let's get you...back. [Focus up Kaplan.] Close your eyes, it can be a bit disorienting.

[Billy begins chanting and that blue light envelops them, before a moment later they were in Felwinter's space.]

[tyrants_son]

[The warlord's optics fix upon him, unnervingly, perhaps. At least he obliges at the warning. He knows even Blinking over short distances can be disorienting, perhaps even more so in his current condition.

The top of the security/comm tower is mostly left as it is, save that it's been cleaned up a little. The only additions to the standard surroundings are a high-backed chair set against a wall facing the large, panoramic windows, and a table off to the side with a few seemingly random items, amongst them a metal rose that he crafted at the faire under Tony's instruction.]

...Soldier.

He did not seem himself...though I can't say for certain.

aw the rose <3

[wearingthestars]

[Billy blinks away the blue from his eyes and can't help but show his concern, like he too plans to go chasing after Soldier the moment he's sure Felwinter is settled.]

...is he hurt?

it's probably the first thing he's ever made T^T

[tyrants_son]

[Felwinter sinks gratefully into his chair, resting his tired Ghost in his lap.]

Not as bad as could have been... I... held back when I realized how easily he followed Beck's orders.

/dead <3 <3 <3

[wearingthestars]

[Billy flashes him a grateful smile and tries to assure himself that Soldier can look after himself. They'll find him. But he'll be okay.]

Thank you. [He flushes apologetically for his concern over the one who hurt him.] Can I get you anything or- a drink...um- [Cayde ate ramen. So Exo's definitely could eat. But Billy doesn't really know how to ask if they need to.]

[tyrants_son]

[It seems reasonable enough, if the man who had fought him is the boy's friend. Felwinter shakes his head then.]

...I think we will be fine. But if you could return my helmet...

[wearingthestars]

Oh shoot, sorry.

[Billy almost absently mutters a spell and ports the helmet to them, gingerly setting it on the table.]

[tyrants_son]

[How easy he performs such things! It's fascinating to watch. Felwinter nods his thanks. He's rather fond of that helmet, even with its twitch half-dead Ghost core in the back. Um. Pay no attention to that.]

Thank you.

[wearingthestars]

[Yeah, that's...huh. Billy offers a small smile.]

It's pretty literally the least I could do. You're sure I can't do anything else? Do you need me to get anyone?

[tyrants_son]

For..?

[He has no idea who he would ask to come, not that he thinks it necessary. The warlord shakes his head.]

That is all. Although...I would appreciate being updated on the situation, if anything happens.

[wearingthestars]

Company?...Support?

[Billy shrugs uncertainly. He's got family here, obviously, but he's made friends too, people he might want near him if he were hurt.]

I will, I promise. If I figure anything out.

And if you get any worse or...you know, if you think of a way I can do more, I can be here in a flash.

[tyrants_son]

[He looks almost blankly at Billy. He's not had very much experience with either.

The offers to follow don't receive too much of a different response, but eventually the Exo nods, if hesitantly.]

...all right.

[wearingthestars]

And...try not to be too down on yourself, okay?

We'll find them eventually. Everyone's just going to be glad you're okay.

[He flashes a small smile and steps back.]

I'll check in later to make sure you're all right.

[tyrants_son]

[He stares at Billy as if the boy has two heads.]

If...you say so...

[Another hesitant nod then. The follow-up isn't anything he had any reason to expect. But it's...nice to know.]