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[cardio_swindle]

[It's a Tyki. In that outfit. You know the one. White, form fitting, revealing. Black leather pants. He doesn't seem particularly bothered by his own appearance at least, long hair neatly tied back, posture relaxed

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[cardio_swindle]

[Solo has the other's hand, firmly. They are left, after Solo's little display, in the middle of a lot of rushing water, with none of it touching them. The water is almost luminescent, for some reason, around them, lighting them with the palest of blue glows--less illuminating and more just giving shape and suggestion to their forms. Highlighting deeper shadows in the gloom

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[Allen growls. In response to the barely audible insult or the fact that he is being routinely worn down it's really hard to say. His battle is a losing one, and even with the reinforcements on their side, he's struggling

[solo_insanity]

Yes

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[Tyki is beginning to realize there is something wrong with his friend. The movement, the leaning. The hand that doesn't go away, the fact he's still in contact. It has him turning his head to look over his shoulder at the man, at the mirror images facing them.]

[Allen's fall, the fall of the Crow, the change in scene--maybe he's just used to this place now. There was surprise and then it's gone, because really, they could have turned into puppies and it would have been par for the course in this place, right?]

[But Solo is acting injured. Even if Tyki can't actually see anything wrong with him

[solo_insanity]

[Tyki's vision stops showing him spots, and he straightens no longer leaning on the other. The pain had been reduced to a dull throbbing. A reminder at best. He adjusts his gloves and makes a nod at the younger man to indicate he has taken note of the second shadow and that he needs a minute. He's not quite done here yet. He does, however, give a slight grin at the sight of the iguana. How had he managed to keep a hold of that the entire time?]

Am I? If you have any pointers, I'd like to hear them. As it stands now, there aren't really any options, are there? I don't see how moving now will be anything more than a slaughter, and I hardly believe in miracles. You'll need a cheating boy for that

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There is a price for everything. [The man with the cane twirls it and then points at Cardio with it.]

When you think something is free is when you should be most concerned. Where do you think you'll go, when you go with that one? What do you think you'll give up for it?

Is it worth the cost of admission?

[Tyki really doesn't take well to challenge--or rather, perhaps he takes to it too well. He can't resist rising to it. The cat materializes on Solo's shoulders as Tyki closes his hand around his companion's wrist, keeping his eyes on his own shadow.]

We'd love to stay but really, left the stove on, have to be going.

[And then he's tugging Solo with him. Trying to pull them both down a side tunnel--he can see the ghost of fading golden pawprints that way, after all.]

[solo_insanity]

[He narrows his eyes at the words and a tide of possessiveness crawls throughout his skin. In reality, Tyki should have sat down and thought about it. Skipping off to other worlds did nothing for his own. Not that this was any great loss, but it would mean that he'd lie to his own Boss. Not to complete the task at hand he was left. Ignoring the man's dying wishes.

But the hell will reality. Expectations. This is what he wanted. And he wasn't going to give it up. Not even an ounce of it. Who says he couldn't go world hopping and conquer his own world as a five year milestone

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[The shadow just smiles at Tyki's words. Not responding as the two leave. He will let the other think on it, come to terms--or perhaps not think at all. After all, that's how Tyki seems to work best. But it is there, and he will be confronted with it again. A choice must be made.]

[He turns to look at his companion with the blurred face, grin getting wider as the man snaps his fingers.]

[Meanwhile, back down the tunnel, Cardio stops abruptly as the lights go down.]

Why is it, [He asks, conversationally, fingers tightening on the other's wrist.] That any time the lights go out something bad always follows?

You know I'm starting to think you're cursed.

[He doesn't sound put out by it.]

[The sound of the waterfall is behind them, and then there's the sound of both of them, and water dripping near by. But no indication but memory of the direction the way out is.]

[solo_insanity]

[Just when his eyes were adjusting to the dim light everything goes black. At one point he was contemplating the merits of learning how to navigate in the dark. Blind fight even. It might be a good time to look into that again

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[His skin is hot. Much like the lizard. Too warm. Otherwise nothing seems too unusual

[solo_insanity]

[Tyki wrist gets wretched out of the other's hand as he gets knocked over from the stage right. Whatever had hit him was living. There was flesh and squishiness to it that gave it away despite the tackle that felt like a ton of bricks. Well, that and the laughter should have been a clue. He doesn't fall far choosing to slam into nothing but air a few feet away. Then he's shifting to get some leverage

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[Tyki winces at the feeling. Lets the things pass through, or in if they wish. More instinct than thought, there. He's concentrating on the jello-y ceiling. Once his arm is through to the elbow he rejects it all. Instead of a neat blast the roof cracks and rocks begin to fall around the men, but there are now shafts of light at least, illuminating the scene.]

[Meanwhile the shadow in white is regaining his footing from the blast the other slammed him with--definitely injured but already healing. The light helps track his movements as he jumps up, climbing through the air to grab Solo's ankle and pull him down, trying to get on top, punch to the face, the ribs, sink fingers under flesh if he can.]

[The Tease are also blocking visibility, flying everywhere.]

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[Three or four make their way through before the remaining scatter at the explosion. The dim light doesn't do them justice, but they are a sickly green color. Wings slightly frayed on the edges as if coming apart. They nestle themselves along the other healthy butterflies and curl their wings to sleep. To wait until they are needed

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[No more thought given to that, as they settle down. He concentrates instead on blasting more of a hole in the roof, looking down at the fight below with amusement. Why should he help when Solo seems to have it handled?]

[The reflection sneers in triumph as it seems to gain the upper hand, taking a moment to gloat in victory, ready to tear at Solo's collarbone and shoulder. But then Solo moves, striking hard and expertly, and the expression turns to shock and pain.]

[A perfect hit, and well-timed. Blood oozes out readily, the scars failing to withstand the blow as well as healthy skin might. Above them, Tyki whistles in admiration of the cruelty.]

[The reflection snarls and strikes Solo's face in retaliation.]

I think he's rather fixated on you. You seem popular these days. [Tyki comments, seating himself in mid air and holding his hand up to let one of the sickly Tease land on a finger.]

You should be happy you're in such high demand.

[solo_insanity]

[The strike catches him across the temple and his vision changes to white again. Honestly, he was going to have a concussion after all this. He smears the blood of the creature on his forehead as he rubs the spot. The fact that it could even move without screaming in pain after that was rather shocking. He gives another shove to try to disentangle. To pull from combat and join the other. Killing it wasn't on his agenda. For some reason he didn't feel it necessarily to end the lives of either of the pair

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[The reflection seems permanently manic. Angry and fiercely amused all at once. Screaming might not even be possible for it, or perhaps it's too mad to vent the pain. Either way the shove does work, the earlier strike was debilitating enough to disable it from stopping Solo's escape.]

Oh I don't know, I think you make a fetching pair.

[Tyki casually pinches the butterfly wings between his fingers, offering the biting thing to the lizard. Reptiles like bugs, right?]

If you're done fooling around, the exit is this way.

[Tyki stands, offering the other man his hand. Solo looks a bit worse for wear there, and the other doesn't seem like it's ready to follow quite yet.]