when johnny comes marching home

[ayu_nee]

Who: Everyone
What: Returning from the draft!
When: Midnight on the 7th and on
Where: Anywhere
Summary: Open post for post-draft returning and reaction, for those not in the plaza. If you're in the plaza, go to that log; if you're not, feel free to post here. ^^
Rating: Varies.

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[fortunefail]

[Mithos' suspicions aren't without truth; Yuan has been waiting for his return, fully intent on capturing him a second time. What point would there be in imprisoning someone for his crimes if the Malnosso manage to release him not even two weeks later? That's hardly enough to teach someone a lesson, especially when that someone is Mithos.

Yuan's been waiting by House #52. On top of it, to be precise. It's somewhat ironic to be hiding right over Martel's head, but he's been careful to hide his mana as much as possible. If he's lucky, Mithos won't notice he's there until it's too late. If he's not lucky... Well, then he'll just have to fight the blonde into submission as silently as possible.]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[Now arriving at destination...

Closing the distance between himself the and front door, he glances over his shoulder. No sign of Yuan yet, or Raine, or any of the others, for that matter. He's almost ready to fall asleep on his feet, running only on fumes and a mixture of paranoia and determination to see his sister.]

[fortunefail]

[Yuan's eyes narrow as he watches Mithos approach the house from his hiding place. Looks like he returned from the draft in one piece. He seems slower, almost sluggish, but not severely injured.

Just a bit closer... Just a bit more... There.

Shimmering wings appear on Yuan's back and, like a bullet out of a gun, he shoots towards Mithos, intending to tackle him to the ground.]

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[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[In one piece, but filthy, soaked, and blood-stained. Most of it is not his.

Another step, almost there...and then suddenly the wind is knocked out of his lungs as an incredible force plows into him. He's flying backwards, down on the ground in an instant. There's barely enough time to brace for the impact. Not like it helps anyway. Oww, what in the-- His eyes pop open, face still fixed in a pained wince.]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[....And he does not like what he sees. Commence struggling.

You...!

[fortunefail]

[The wings disappear as soon as Mithos hits the ground. Yuan can't risk drawing any unwanted attention. Not in a place this public- Especially not right outside Martel's house. The situation needs to be dealt with as quickly as possible.

His knees on either side of Mithos' waist, he forcefully presses his left hand down on the smaller man's shoulder to pin him to the ground, the other hand prepared to catch any blows that might be directed at him. If Mithos wants to avoid being knocked out by lightning magic (again), he'd better make a quick move. If he doesn't, it's lights out.]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[He won't be fast enough to do much of anything in the way of defensive measures, what with his body completely exhausted. No weapon (he hadn't been allowed to take that back with him either), very little energy left for magic...

It's over for him. There are some valiant attempts at hitting Yuan, but that won't stop the other from knocking him out cold with a shock of lightning magic. Mithos's body goes limp instantly, arms falling back to his side.]

[fortunefail]

[That all went a lot easier than Yuan expected it to. The draft must've really done a number on Mithos if he went down that fast. Carefully, he gets to his feet again and casts a glance around to make sure he wasn't seen. The streets seem abandoned and he breathes a deep sigh. Then he picks Mithos up from the ground and carries him to the tunnel system, so he can be returned to his cell.]