[It was a relief that the refugee's arrival went so smoothly this time around, even if the after-effects of the mass teleportation were... unsettling. He's already seen a bit of what's been happening, which is probably why he's sticking by Amaimon's side right now. Surely, he thought, there were no memories he could accidentally reveal to Amaimon that would shake things up between them.]
[He was about to learn how wrong that was.]
[Mephisto was taking the opportunity to point out some of the wildlife to Amaimon, filling him in on whatever plants or animals they might happen to pass by on their way to Olympia. Walking a little ways ahead, he was just about to point out a particular poisonous flower when the scenery around them shifts. It's a jarring shift, suddenly putting them indoors inside what appears to be a hospital... or maybe a battlefield. The scent of blood is strong in the air, and there's gunshots and screaming in the rooms around them.]
[And while Mephisto only gets an eyeful of the painfully familiar scenery, behind him, Amaimon will see the real show: Mephisto, badly injured and covered in his own blood, standing with his expression uncharacteristically vacant and his arms unnaturally held out at his sides, like a puppet on strings. One of his eyes is completely gone, and his chest bleeds from what appears to be a very recent gunshot.]
[Blood starts to drip down from his eyes like tears, his whole body trembling as if trying to fight against some unknown force holding him in place. "H-Help... me..."]
Wildcards u cw: blood and gore tbh
[He was about to learn how wrong that was.]
[Mephisto was taking the opportunity to point out some of the wildlife to Amaimon, filling him in on whatever plants or animals they might happen to pass by on their way to Olympia. Walking a little ways ahead, he was just about to point out a particular poisonous flower when the scenery around them shifts. It's a jarring shift, suddenly putting them indoors inside what appears to be a hospital... or maybe a battlefield. The scent of blood is strong in the air, and there's gunshots and screaming in the rooms around them.]
[And while Mephisto only gets an eyeful of the painfully familiar scenery, behind him, Amaimon will see the real show: Mephisto, badly injured and covered in his own blood, standing with his expression uncharacteristically vacant and his arms unnaturally held out at his sides, like a puppet on strings. One of his eyes is completely gone, and his chest bleeds from what appears to be a very recent gunshot.]
[Blood starts to drip down from his eyes like tears, his whole body trembling as if trying to fight against some unknown force holding him in place. "H-Help... me..."]