Avast, Mateys!

[highseasmods]

Who: The Crooked Bone Boys, Esper "the Conflagration" Jones, and you!
Where: All over the high seas!
When: Tuesday, March 24th
What: Fighting, fire, winning, losing, and a whole lot of smack talk.
Warnings: Just your usual potential battle-type violence.
Style: Any!
Status: Open!


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Comments

[dragonbadfaith]

[Welp, hopping on his broom and soaring down to get them, then—

Though he expects them to just jump on as they did before, so Roxas suddenly collapsing doesn't really mesh well with his plan, and Draco has to bring the broom to an abrupt stop.]

Oi, what's the matter? Alright, mate??

[He saw him get shot, yeah, but it didn't seem like it was that bad and besides, Draco knows he has that 'cure' magic or whatever...]

[whitedragon_abs]

Hey, broom boy, something wrong?

[heartismyown]

[It hurts to breathe and his chest rising and falling is the only movement he's really making. His blood is continuing to pour out of him, pooling beneath him. Roxas' eyes flutter. He's feeling like he's floating. He knows this feeling. The pain begins to fade and from his prone form, black wisps begin to flow, floating up into the air and dissipating.]

Go. Draco.

[He's dying and he knows it. There's no stopping it now, in moments he'll have disappeared completely.]

[dragonbadfaith]

[Mostly ignores Sting's question, aside from throwing him a look and gesturing exasperatedly at Roxas. But then his focus returns to the other boy, who's...turning into bloody smoke or something.]

You must be mad, I'm not going to go.

[He hops off the broom, brow furrowed as he quickly kneels beside Roxas. A quick swish of his wand and a muttered healing spell seals up the wound, but he can tell the bigger problem is the amount of blood Roxas has already lost. It's pooled beneath him on the deck, and Draco curses.]

I haven't got any Blood-Replenishing Potions prepared!

[SOMETHING HE SHOULD WORK ON APPARENTLY.]

[whitedragon_abs]

What's going on? What's wring with Roxas? [he really can't tell from this distance, but is he turning into smoke?]

Hey! What's happening!?

[heartismyown]

[Not smoke so much as vanishing. Roxas takes a deep breath. The pain is unpleasant, but becoming less.]

Sorry. Screwed up. See you...

[It's too late, the process is only getting faster. His eyes fall closed and he takes one last breath.

Within moments, his body has completely disappeared.]

[dragonbadfaith]

[Blinks as Roxas just bloody wisps away, and then scowls.]

Oh -- Merlin's tits. For fuck's sake! I offered him a bloody protection spell!

[On his feet again in seconds, he throws a leg over his broom and heads toward Sting.]

Utter bollocks. That git. I'm going to wring his neck when he comes back! Come on, hurry up, let's go.

[Waves his wand to cancel the spell holding Sting up.]