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[ishbalriffs]

*bursts cacophonously through the door of the chateau, drenched and utterly out of breath; slams the door behind him with shaking arms and leans against it, gulping for breath; the knee of his jeans is torn and bloody, and his sunglasses are gone*

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[songless_psiren]

*hears the door slam and goes to investigate, eyes widening* ...Mal! Oh my goodness, did something happen?! *takes in his appearance, heart dropping into the pit of her stomach*

((...Yeah, I'm gonna say that thread with Havoc happened earlier and she's home already. ^_^;; ))

[ishbalriffs]

*jumps nearly out of his skin when Clara calls out, not having heard her approach; slides down the door to the ground, knees buckling and his side aching as he tries to get enough air; nods to the question mutely, his face crumpling silently*

((As is your right~))

[songless_psiren]

Ohmygoodness!! *rushes over to him, kneeling next to him, putting her hands on his shoulders and looking him over anxiously* You're not hurt are you?! *breathless with worry*

[ishbalriffs]

*covers his face with both hands, from both fear and anguish; shakes his head from side to side in a definite negative, his entire body shaking; can't quite bring himself to talk just yet*

[fm_edelric]

*comes running up to the chateau, banging on the door and hoping he's right in thinking that Mal bee-lined here the moment he lost Havoc*

[ishbalriffs]

*very paranoid about opening the door - Clara has left to see if she can find out what the hell is going on with the military, and he's pretty much alone in the chateau; sees Ed and opens the door after a moment, unlocking it and stepping out of the way; doesn't really greet Ed but stands with a rather closed look on his face*

[fm_edelric]

*looks up at Mal as he steps inside, eyes scanning his appearance to see if he's been seriously injured at all, expression tight with concern and frustration* You all right? He didn't get a shot on you, did he?

[ishbalriffs]

*eyes go wide, stumbles back a few paces, a look confusion and, unmistakably, fear on his face* How the fuck do you know about that? *mind reeling, wondering if Ed somehow knew someone was going to try to kidnap him or arrest him or whatever the hell it was*

[ipwnturtles]

*wandering through the house later that night after having heard about the gun shots earlier that day, having been down near that part of town selling some of his clockwork models* Hey, Mal?

[ishbalriffs]

*has continued to eschew Clara's advice and has not slept a wink, is in the parlor with his guitar on his lap, surrounded by a battlefield of torn notebook paper; some sheets are crumpled, others wrinkled but covered in dark scrawls in the vague shape of words; has band-aids around a few of his fingers but is picking away quietly at a new riff; muttering to himself* All these things that I live with / I can't easily hi- Oh. *looks up unsmilingly, eyes still rather red but calm* Hello, Ed.

[ipwnturtles]

Are you okay? *glances at the bandaids and how upset he looks, biting his lip* I heard about the gun fire earlier and someone looking like Scar, and I thought... *looks at him questioningly, wondering if he's going to have to kill a bitch*

[ishbalriffs]

*how does everyone hear about these things so fast?; thinks that for all that Central is a big city its gossip is just as bad or worse than that tiny town in the middle of Ishbal where he spent his childhood* Yeah. I'm- I will be. *shrugs, not sure he is up to explaining it all*