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Who: Stolas and you!
Which: Open Log
Where: The little cabaret club in Reverein.
When: Back dated to when he puffed for his canon update three days later
What: Stolas returns back from disappearing to have a jolly ol' time back in Hell, only to puff right back in the middle of town looking like a cat chewed him up.
Warnings: Possible talk of death. And dad jokes

The day started out normal enough. Well, as 'normal' a dreamland could be after the most recent event that rocked Reverein that is. The town square was probable a buzz with native and dreamers alike as they went about to survey the damages the Stary Eater's chaos had brought. Though whatever powers were at play had another idea instore.

As if a new arrival was entering Reverein, though the timing was all wrong, a portal opened smack dab in the middle of The Square. Unceremoniously it dumped out one Ars Geotia out on his ass. The sudden drop got a shocked hoot from the massive owl as he crumpled to the cobblestone below and the gateway closed behind him, its job complete. Welp, not as graceful as the first time he arrived... Though Stolas had seen better days. The Goetic Prince had returned sporting injuries that he did not have when he disappear. He was covered in bandages with his left arm and right leg in a cast, making it impossible for him to stand. In fact, he was just laying there limp as a ragdoll as he stared up at the sky.

What the Hell was going on? Trying to make sense of what he had just experienced... It felt so real, going back home, no memory of this place... He would have chalked it all up to it being a vivid dream if his injuries didn't painfully throb. Yep... yep... it was real. It all happened. But why did this place send him away only to bring him back? Ugh... He would have to wait to address that later... First thing first, getting himself off the ground would be a good start.

Rolling over onto his side, Stolas called out for help. "E-excuse me, could you lend me a hand? Currently I have no leg to stand on."

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"Again?" Stolas lifted his head up to tilt it to one side, giving Blitzø a questioning glance.

When was the first time? Thinking back to the first time he had ran into this Striker fellow, it was at the Harvest Moon Festival. Was it then? He had no idea something like that had went down. Or was it a different time enterally? But that thought just shoved into the back of his mind suddenly noticing that they had stopped moving.

"...Blitz?.... Are you alright?"

"...I'm fine," he said, untruthfully. But, look at Stolas - Blitzø was fucking fine. Stolas was being held together with fucking tape.

"Just... fuck. Angelic weapons, huh... fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I should've taken the shot on that fucker when I had it. This wouldn't have happened."

There it was again. The mention of the time before. This time, he had to ask.

"Did something happen at the Harvest Festival? Thats the only instance that I can recall we were all together at one place."

"...Yeah. Fucker like... stabbed Moxxie and Millie. I caught him takin' aim and about blew his head off. I should've fucking pulled the trigger," he murmured. "Instead of fucking... asking questions or whatever. That didn't fucking matter, I should've just shot the fucker dead."

Stolas could tell that it was weighting heavy on the imp's mind. It pained his heart seeing him like this... After a while the owl sighed, resting back on his chest.

"How could you have know?" Stolas spoke softly. "Its not your fault. You didn't hire the hit on me. That responsibility lays squarely on Stella's shoulders."

Though the hit would have bever been called if he didn't sleep with Blitzø. But for that, he would not apologize for. He would do it all again.

"I already know I'm a lousy bodyguard," he muttered, not... feeling well enough to look into Stolas' face. Not to look at any of his injuries. Right, people were staring. He should get a move on.

"...I told... the kids that you probably kept dream journals or some shit. That we wouldn't get left behind," he added. Another fuck up. Another disaster. "Because of Akechi."

"That's not true..." Stolas mutters breathlessly. "I'm still here, aren't I?"

Even though it was Moxxie and Millie who came to his aid, and even then... it was Stella who called it off. Probably best to keep from him that he wasn't even there for his rescue. That would only make him feel worse about the situation.

"I think what you told them was nice. Give them a little peace of mind..." He hummed, going silent. "I am sorry for disappearing. I promise you that it was not my choice."

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"Course not... just, uh... means we gotta figure out how to bail Akechi outta here while we're here," he muttered. He could cling onto that hope for now, grasping at straws after the prior straws already shriveled up. "I was... I was here for them. So it's fine. I didn't fuck that up."

"Oh....oh!" It suddenly clicked in the bird's head. "You mean having him taking a piece back to him own universe after we all wake up? That is a sticky situation. Though.. I have been back once... perhaps when I'm feeling better I can look into it. There are memories I also would like to keep."

As he said that, he nuzzled against the imp's breast. All the time he spent with Blitzø, the good and the bad... he wanted to remember it all.

Though he was still shaken, and still shaking, he squeezed Stolas a tiny bit as the demon cuddled against him. He felt cold... he didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve any of this. Fuck... it was so hard to see him this hurt, and all because he didn't take anything seriously. No fucking way he took it seriously when he was awake, either.

"I have to remember."

When he wakes up, he had to remember. There was way, way too much to lose here.

Stolas nodded mutely. Again, he too had something at stake here. Not only his time spent with the imp, but all his friends and the strength that they have given him. He needed that.

"Then I will add that to the list of things I need to sort out." Stolas said with steely determination. "If it matters... I did remember a few things when I first woke up. That might be a start."

"You can do it," he said quietly, almost inaudibly. Not because Stolas had to do it... but because he thought Stolas genuinely could figure it out.

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