The Silence After the Storm

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The Ken Amada who made certain threats, whom Igor didn't bring to the Velvet Room and didn't welcome, has been permanently contained within his other-world self. Many of the Velvet Room residents mobilized in the effort to neutralize the threat he posed, and now, in the moments after the devastating battle that sealed Ken away, perhaps you have business to conclude.

Maybe you're a fighter, left in the rubble the battle made of its surroundings—or maybe you were a noncombatant this time, left behind to wonder what's happening or prepare for the aftermath. Maybe you linger around the battle site, or maybe you have other things to do.

Or maybe you didn't survive. Maybe you're one of the glowing forms slowly coalescing in front of Igor's desk in the Velvet Room over the course of the subsequent half hour. Igor presides over them gravely, with no sign of his usual smile. Near his desk sits a box of snacks, familiar to anyone who's used the operation's training room.

[[ooc: This post is a general catch-all for the aftermath of the battle! It's backdated to February 26, the day Ken got got.]]

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[thedevilinyourdetails]

"I bit his arm," Akira chuckles. "For you." A pause; he shakes his head. "Don't worry about me. I just don't want you to get...head hurt. Right now."

[seekerofjustice]

Never in Dove's life, has he felt so weirdly... flattered, he thinks? That someone would do such a thing for him. It's incomprehensible, really. And also a little odd, possibly, but that barely registers in his mind at the moment.

"Hahaha, how bold of you...! Thank you, Akira."

His head still feels fuzzy around the edges, and his sight is still hazy and unfocused in that peculiar way, but thankfully he's been blessed not to have pain this time...

...For now.

"Head pain...? Oh, yes, you're right. I... Is there someplace you would like to sit? We can regain our bearings there."

[thedevilinyourdetails]

"Yeah..." deep breath in, deep breath out. "Where d'you wanna sit...?"

[seekerofjustice]

"Perhaps one of the couches are still available... We could rest on one of them for the moment, until we need to move."

He looks over Akira once more, trying to make absolute certain that he's all right... before gently starting to try to step towards one of the seats around the Velvet Room proper.

[thedevilinyourdetails]

"Yeah." Akira leans on Dove as they walk, nearly draping himself across Dove's shoulders in a definite sort of lurk. Ominous, almost, to any onlookers. Not to Dove, though. It just might look a little silly.

[seekerofjustice]

Dove leads them along, and he notices Akira lurking alongside him, feeling him drape across his shoulders with only a slight bit of surprise. It doesn't bother Dove in the slightest, knowing that he must be exhausted after everything that happened.

"Is this one all right?"

He guides them to a couch somewhat near the Iwatodai door.

"I can find another, if you'd prefer."

[thedevilinyourdetails]

"This is fine."

He moves to sit, and...oof. Adrenaline crash imminent. He flops over and deflates like a balloon.

[seekerofjustice]

Dove sees as Akira deflates on the couch, and he gently sits beside him on the far end of the couch, near his head. He looks down at him a bit worriedly, but offers a small smile.

"Rest as long as you need to. I'll be here with you."

All of that adrenaline must have finished its work... But that's OK. The battle's over, right? It's safe now.

[thedevilinyourdetails]

"Yeah...we're safe." And I'm safe. With you.