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The Will to Fight: Conclusion

The battles rage loud and ferocious at the gates of the city and off in the ruined wastelands of Erda, and on the walls a struggle of a different kind occurs. The team who stayed behind at the towers are small but determined as they move stoically across the walls to right the stones that have become misaligned, even as their friends battle not too far away.

The city begins to hum. It's a quiet hum, not loud enough to be heard out where the others are fighting but it vibrates even through stone. The recovering monks assure them that it is done, the wards are back up and no demon will be able to enter the city.

Eventually the battle is won, all three battles. The demons fought back and killed, a major blow to their gate system that will keep them back for hopefully a long time. Those waiting in the caverns return to the city and by the time they get there the illusions are gone. Everyone can see the world for what it really is.

But despite the ruins of their world the people are relieved, the adrenaline of the fight coursing through their veins and the mood is one of hope. They will build again, their people will survive.

All Voidtreckers please return to the Voidtrecker Express. Departure will be in a few hours

It has landed not too far from the city, cloaked to make it unnoticeable to the citizens, for all the good that does. No one has been particularly subtle this last week. People can begin regrouping, packing up the camp and getting any wounded not already healed to the train.

However roughly half an hour later another message appears on their SCA.

Passenger Persephone has requested we remain on system System #86525656412355 for an additional day to further assist the people of Erda. The Voidtrecker Express will depart on the morning of Day Fifteen of the month of Kazoo.

The train remains where it is, so the voidtreckers can use its facilities. There is definitely a lot that can be done to assist those of this world and the citizens will welcome any helping hands.

After an extra day they finally depart, returning to the void once more.

(OOC Note: Once the wards are up any characters who are demonic in nature will not be able to enter the city either!)

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"D-Don't even joke about that! If I died and came back, I would've been one of the Risen!" Dude, different worlds, different rules for the undead!

Thankfully it's not as if Inigo sounds genuinely upset about the idea. Sure, the Risen may be a traumatic thing for him at the core, but while they're just stupidly messing around like this, he can kind of joke about it.

Even though it sure isn't making him look any less like a kicked puppy at this point.

"And I'm sure I'm alive! But I can feel something really odd in my stomach from time to time! I'm a ticking time bomb..!" (Okay, he's just stupidly overdramatic at this point.)

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Tidus scoffs lightly, but for what may seem dismissive as they come upon the upper landscape, the few scattered trees never too close together to obscure the view above, Tidus is thinking. Something's wrong with Inigo's belly, is there...

But also, he's thinking he doesn't want to go too deep into the skeletal woods, turning to look back at the view they've left: a weary city of high walls, the soft glow that barely escapes the top. Tidus drops the bag onto the ground, flopping onto the ground after it.

"I'll check if you want," he offers casually, hands behind him to give him a small lean, chin tilted up to look at Inigo. "Wanna?"

This can surely only be a very serious and sensible offer.

Honestly, anyone can tell what's behind Tidus saying something like that. His intentions can probably be spotted all the way from way back over up on top of those city walls.

And yet Inigo doesn't think about it. The thought of Tidus's true intentions doesn't cross his mind, not even for a moment. And the reason for that is simple - it's since the thought of Tidus checking it out is enough to make Inigo's cheeks colour a faint pink.

He's such a simple guy. A simple guy, who totally is thinking with something other than his brain right now.

"H-Huh?"

Apparently he doesn't manage to get out a reaction anymore intelligent than that in the face of the thoughts that start racing through his mind while he stands there and stares blankly at Tidus, the other laying there on the ground. Inigo's imagination way ahead of the rest of him.

"Sit down," Tidus says with a nod at the space beside him, a slight drawl in his voice, "Pull up your shirt, and I'll have a feel."

If Tidus was smarter, he would put more of a flirtatious spin on it - make his look more pointed, the smirk on his face suggestive, his tone too - but he's also probably there enough, even without meaning to. But Tidus's thoughts aren't going any lower than Inigo's stomach. Ohhh, he'll have a feel around alright.

He's doing his best not to laugh or smile any brighter in the anticipation of Inigo's doom.

Touch? Touch? Tidus is going to touch him? On his skin?

Inigo is like an obedient sheep being lead to the slaughter here, no idea about his upcoming fate. Because his entire brain is now nothing but a mess of thoughts about Tidus wanting to touch him underneath his shirt, even though the context absolutely is not sexy in any way, shape or form. Even if Tidus wasn't planning something nefarious over here.

So Inigo sits down, still looking kind of weirdly half-dazed. Then he moves to start to pull up his shirt a little.. only a little, though! He's shy, okay!

"U-Um, like this?" W-WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO, BRO?

This is so dumb and Tidus hopes it's going to be worth it.

But he won't delay; fingertips coming to press on the plane of skin visible, the wrist that knocks into Inigo's hand already. "Higher," he commands, if humorously, and there's a weight to his fingertips, if kept light.

A lightness more noticeable when he skates them across from one part of Inigo's belly to another, only a brief flicker downward taking Tidus's eyes away from his face. Then, from one side of his stomach to the other.

"Here? Anything feel funny?"

More like: did Tidus see anything 'funny'?

Higher?!

Despite the panic that only one word suddenly instills in Inigo, he's as obedient as can be while he's in this state. The moment there's that knock at his hand, followed up by the one-worded command, his shirt is already being moved higher. No matter how embarrassed and flustered he feels about it.

"U.. Uhhh.."

Apparently he's incapable of producing anything other than that one sound for a moment, his hand shaking slightly as it's holding up his shirt. The touch of Tidus's fingertips against his skin threatens to kill him - or at the very least, it's currently making his face look very, very red.

Even though it's not really like Tidus is seeing anything he hasn't seen before. Inigo's skin, the scars that trail all across his torso.

"I.. I don't think so..?" Is there something funny to see?! Inigo is too afraid to look down and see for himself, since he really doesn't want to see Tidus's hand against his skin when only feeling it is already threatening to overwhelm him.

He can't even keep eye contact with the other, instead glancing away with his red face.

Inigo looks embarrassed, which is a different sight than a guy who's ticklish to the feathering touches to his skin. But is it embarrassment, or is it actually worry? It's hard to tell with Inigo, sometimes--he'll let his mind go in crazier directions than Tidus's own goes. Like being worried about this stone he swallowed how many years ago in the first place.

But this calls for a change of goals, Tidus lowering his gaze to Inigo's belly with a soft hum between his lips, fingers searching around, soft presses now and then, until-

"--Ah?" Tidus blinks, his hand pausing. A finger carefully prodding at Inigo's stomach again; head leaning in, as if trying to get a closer look.

"Did you feel that? Right there...?"

Poke. Poke poke.

Two wolves exist within Inigo right now.

And they're both panicked, just in very different ways. One mostly about the touches along his skin, but now the other one is starting to rear his head. Because he's pretty sure the gem can't still be there in any way you could actually feel, but.. on the other hand, Tidus's current reaction is just way too believable to a gullible idiot like Inigo.

And him being incredibly flustered to begin with sure isn't helping his cause here. His eyes go wide.

"F-Feel what?" He can feel Tidus poking, sure, but-- "Did you find something?!"

"Wait...just...here..."

A poke, a searching poke, and Tidus tilts his head down lower, really pushing in his finger while still trying to be gentle about it. But there's a jamming to it that it reaches, just as he finds--

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Tidus bolts right up along with that scream, hand pushing Inigo back by the stomach.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Inigo's scream is in perfect sync with Tidus's own, considering it's said scream that startles him into screaming in the first place. The hand does manage to push him back at the same time - though perhaps a bit too much, since it ends up accidentally just shoving Inigo over entirely in the middle of his panic.

When he uprights himself again, his shirt has fallen back down to cover his chest, but his face is even redder than a moment ago, and his hair is totally disheveled.

"W-What?! What is it?! What did you see?!"

His hands reach out, latching onto Tidus's shoulders to start literally shaking the other guy.

"What did you see?!"

The panic must be why Inigo misses the obvious: an obvious that may become more so as he starts to shake Tidus.

Because Tidus is giggling, small laughter bubbling in his throat; a chuckle that bursts as Inigo starts to shake him, the only pauses in the way he's rattled, disrupting him. But Tidus couldn't stop voluntarily even if he wanted to, and it's starting to hurt, the laugh he wants to let out and how he's been flapped around. He puts his hands on Inigo's shoulders to try and get him to stop, when even he can't stop himself, can barely concentrate on what he wants to do.

His head is falling inward, back arching, his forehead threatening to bump against the space between neck and shoulder, while Tidus's lungs ache in his mirth.

It definitely takes a few moments before Inigo realises what Tidus is doing. He's so caught up in his panic that the sound of Tidus's laughter only enters his ears a few moments after it actually starts. It makes him stop shaking the other - though the hands still linger on Tidus's shoulders - and instead freeze up for a moment as the realisation slowly starts to hit him.

He's been fooled. Bamboozled. By the evil mastermind named Tidus..!

"Tidus!"

Now Inigo sounds exactly the same as a moment ago, but for an entirely different reason.

(Please, Tidus, don't lean this closely against him, oh Naga, sweet Naga, help--)

"How could you do that to me! I was really panicked!"

Too late, Inigo, Tidus needs to practically hug you right now just to give himself some semblance of support, the hands that had been gripping at his shoulders even sliding together, meeting at the nape of his neck and his head leaning firmer where it's rested. He's a shivering, shaking frame, the kind of laughter that one just can't cut off, no matter how much trouble they're in.

He couldn't apologise even if he wanted, shaking his head, lifting it some to the line of Inigo's shoulder. But eventually he'll lift it away, his cheeks rosy and red, his nose only inches away from his friend's. Nothing to say for himself, except to tip his forehead against Inigo's, a chuckle vibrating like a hum behind a closed mouth pulled into a tight smile.

Bro, just let him enjoy this. This was too good, bro.

Wow, please. Inigo does not enjoy being at the butt end of this joke, especially since here he was just innocently concerned about whether gemstones can linger in your stomach for that long!

But he still doesn't move to push Tidus away in any way. His hands slowly drop off the other's shoulders, but they don't move up again to shove him against the chest or something. No, Inigo is just starting to accept his fate here, no matter how much he's currently pouting about it.

.. it's hard to be mad at Tidus anyway when he's being this cute. When he's genuinely laughing, forgetting about his worries for a moment. When he's this close.

"If my stomach explodes one day, I'm blaming you." But it's really nothing more than a half-mumbled, pouty statement.

He remembers being this close to someone: his hands near to being around someone's neck, the tiny conversations mumbled between each other, the mirth on one's lips. His lips now, even as Inigo pouts, and Tidus knows that isn't what this is -- but he wants to pretend; creeping his forehead off from Inigo's, but still lingering near enough that their noses could touch. His eyes half-lidded with the close proximity, his smile tiny.

"Can I make it better?" he asks, coyly; telling himself, it's just fun, Inigo won't mind some fun. "If I make up for it now, you can't blame me later."

Right? He can get a Get Out Of Trouble card, right now.

This is unfair. Because Tidus isn't allowed to ask that sort of thing while he's this close to Inigo's face. It makes him weak in the knees - or, well, weak everywhere, considering they're sitting down. It makes him unable to straight up say no to that, especially not with that smile so close to his face, their noses nearly rubbing together.

It feels warm in a way that no dumb little prank could ever truly ruin between the two of them.

(Inigo just hopes that this time it's genuine, rather than a double prank - but he thinks Tidus seems genuine.)

"Well.. I guess I can give you a chance," he says, still with that same tiny pouty voice. And like he's doing Tidus some huge favour here by giving him a chance.

Inigo looks him in the eyes as he speaks, at least. (Not that it's easy to look anywhere else with their current proximity.) "But you'll have to think up yourself what could make up for this. That's your punishment."

It's daring, the way Inigo keeps his eyes on him. Not allowing his to turn away shyly, to turn actually coy, himself. But his gaze does flutter aside when Inigo makes his condition, where Tidus thinks, a playful smile on his lips, rolling together. What should he say? Do? Kissing him is obvious, but maybe- with that not entirely confident act that Inigo's giving him now, this talk of punishments...

"Well..." Tidus starts, his hands sliding to come to rest against the space of Inigo's shoulders, head moving to bring his mouth over to Inigo's ear. Inigo won't forgive him, will he? But as if Tidus is doing more than giving it a second of thought, no more, that's all, all so he won't back down himself, suggesting in all the ways as he drops a palm to rest on Inigo's thigh:

"How about I touch you for real?"

If you know what I mean.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey?

What the heck?

Inigo did expect Tidus to do some sort of goober thing in return. He was fully expecting the other to try and get one up on him once more, but in this way? No way, Inigo didn't see it coming in the slightest. And it's obvious too, since his entire body just freezes up in a way that Tidus can surely feel with his hand on the thigh like that. It's like all of Inigo's muscles tense up at once.

Because.. excuse him, but what does that mean? Touching him for real? Along with that suggestive touch there? Is this another dumb joke? Is he just trying to fluster Inigo without knowing just how much it actually flusters him?!

"W-What?"

It's the only response Inigo can give in this situation, sounding more like a squeaky toy than a person as the high-pitched sound leaves his mouth. But he doesn't move, still frozen.

"No one's with us," he points out; like it means anything, except that it might be what's encouraging Tidus to go this far. This privacy, and knowing how much more flustered Inigo is compared to him. High-pitched, shy, but it tickles through Tidus, warms him. His fingers squeezing some at that thigh but just for a second, his own nerves coming through.

But is Inigo really going to call his bluff when he's like this? Tidus tips the side of his head against Inigo's, touching skin with the edge of his lips, letting go of a breath like a sigh.

"What if I did? Do you want me to?"

Is Tidus ready for that answer? Who said he's even thinking that far...

No one is ready for that answer in this situation, let's be real.

Not even Inigo. Because he has no idea how to answer that. The obvious answer to that is yes, especially since he can feel himself growing more turned on by the second. But he figures that this is probably just another one of Tidus's pranks, no matter how real it seems. And then if he says yes, what it is going to look like, huh? Either he's going to look really desperate, or it's going to make things super awkward.

Or both.

"You're just--" He starts, his hands nervously fumbling as if they don't know where to place themselves before landing on the ground next to him, attempting to somehow keep him stable even as every single part of him is freaking out. "You're just.. making a joke. Again. I'm not falling for it."

Yet somehow his voice doesn't sound steady or determined as he says it. Instead it almost sounds nervous, unsure.

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