What Is This Innocence You Speak Of? (Invite Only)

[mugenginga]

(OOC: Due to his volume, tone, and proximity to Edd, odds are he's the only one that can hear Seven at the end here. Also, at the end. Armed pale blond = Masahiro, Green Hair = Kyle, bespectacled brown = King.)

When Edd lightly pulled on Seven, there wasn't really any resistance at first. The teenager was still trying to process what had just come out. The idea of a multiverse existed in his world, a given considering their technology level, but it had never been mentioned to Seven in his training... in his programming it was perhaps better to be called given the psychological means used to achieve it. So the blond was in understandable shock.

A simple mission. It was supposed to be a simple mission for a bit of information gathering. The mecha he'd destroyed had been on orders, but the overall mission had been one to gather information. Now he was being informed he was in another world. He gave Edd a worried look but didn't pull back. While he would never make the dire mistake of directly comparing the shorter teenager to his teachers, he was the only one here giving him any kind of warmth.

Seven considered the people he knew were in that building and took a quick and short step closer to Edd, eliminating any vestiges of personal space between the two. Points had been made from a few individuals that were quite true, and Edd had done the best possible thing in the situation to make them stick, even if Seven wasn't consciously aware of it. He'd never thought of the people he would have to kill beyond having to kill them. And in your standard situation, self-defense would have taken over and indirectly confirmed Seven's programming. That they were violent. Edd... hadn't been, he hadn't even been aggressive. Seven spoke after closing the distance, a quiet worried voice of someone who didn't just want safety, but at this point practically needed it.

"You won't let them hurt anyone, right...?"

There was a waver in Seven's voice in the hushed question. Anyone seemed to mean less its actual meaning... and more a reference to himself. If it came to a fight it wouldn't show, but Seven was very worried by a few members of the House of Blue Leaves. He didn't know their names, but the armed pale blond, the green haired teenager with the unusual aura, and the bespectacled brunette all worried him greatly. And of everyone he'd seen, the hatted boy with the "hologram" wings seemed the only truly safe one of the bunch.

[Firebreath Fishslap]

Kyle was watching Seven very carefully. A move the rogue angel made, even a single twitch, and Kyle would kill him. Rip his wings from his body and leave him to bleed. He had six of them, that was six limbs worth of blood loss there. More than enough to kill the bastard.

"...Kyle."

Crow took a step toward Kyle.

If he had to, he'd use those powers Oni granted to him. He couldn't help it sometimes, learning a person's true name. Sometimes, he just didn't think, and saw it by accident. He knew Double D's by heart now, due to how much time he spent around him. But he could force himself to use that vision if he had to.

"Kyle!"

Crow shook Kyle, and the boy's eyes came back into focus. Kyle looked toward Crow, staring up at her.

"I don't know what's wrong with you, but you need to pull yourself together," Crow stated. "I could feel your bloodlust from there. You keep saying you're not really a demon, so you need to start showing it."

"...Sorry," Kyle said. His strange aura didn't fade in the slightest, but the negative emotions weren't as strong now. Crow stayed close to Kyle. She knew what had triggered this strange change in aura, and she knew that if Kyle didn't get over it soon, someone was going to end up dead.

[Felix Falora]

Masahiro sighed. "What has it come to that we are expected to give shelter to a murderer?" he asked softly.

"At least he's a legitimate nutcase with a legitimate bad upbringing," Trevor said with a shrug. "Now, if you excuse me, I have to go play the role of diplomat for a while. Pardon me."

Trevor, no matter what Masahiro, Fletcher, or Perceval might've said there, rejoined the others and looked over Seven. He showed no signs of violence or hatred, but rather had a pleasent smile on his face. "Since you are new here, and Edd's kinda made points of his own, all will be forgiven for now," he said. He sounded more casual then he did threatening, thankfully, considering the wording he was using. Tone was everything, after all. "On behalf of my companions, I would like to appologize. We aren't usually this... reactive. We've hit a little crisis that had left us all on edge and the action you took kinda took a shot at our... neutral good beliefs. But considering how you were taught, I suppose your reaction was natural, so let's try to get along from now on."

Yeah. Because we were totally the bad guys. Riiiight, King thought sarcastically at Trevor's speech. He knew the guy was trying to make amends and look closer to Edd then Masahiro, as well as try to cool Seven down, but he was pissed off that Trevor, whether intentional or unintentional, made it sound like their reactions were immature and childish, as if akin to someone being smacked on the shoulder when the actual situation was much more grim.

[nintendonut1]

Double D nodded to Trevor, though he thought it could've been worded a little better than that. But, baby steps, he supposed.

"...don't worry," he quietly replied to Seven's question. "You'll be safe in these walls. I'll make it so.

"...come," he spoke softly, taking his hand. It was a gesture he had familiarity in, and it gave him some comfort. "Let's go inside. All of us, now..."

[mugenginga]

Seven flinched as Trevor spoke to him, but as the man had come upon, tone did a lot. He relaxed back down to the nervous stance he'd held before as the man went on, but his distance from Edd didn't change. He looked nervous at King's expression, but Edd's comment distracted him back towards the hatted teenager. He looked worried but gave a nod.

When Edd took his hand, he almost hesitated. Edd's continued soft voice relaxed him again, and while he didn't return the grip he made no effort to pull back. Seven gave one last look towards the group, looked worried, and then turned back towards Edd. There didn't seem to be an aggressive bone in Edd's body. Edd would find no difficulty getting him into the house. Once inside, Edd would find that Seven had no interest in stepping away from his side.