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[right][code] I’ll revisit these sights again soon and I shall spare no detail when I paint them[/code][/right]
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[color=98FB98]“Jasper,”[/color] Jasper shouted as he fell to his knees as it was finally over.  He took a deep breathe, and followed it up with another, and he screamed a deep primal scream as he punched the ground.  A primal rage began to brew within him at what he was just subjected to.  Whomever had summoned that mist would be the first person he shot the next time they fought.  Jasper knew that he was able to at least help turn the tide of the battle with his abstraction, but the natural forces of the world were still all it took to make him worthless in battle.  He needed to make his abstraction stronger, more durable, and able to resist the corrosive nature of water.  Otherwise, how would he protect the others?  How would he protect his friends?  How would he protect Luca?

The thought snapped his head up in an instant, his waterlogged hair flew with it and slapped back to his scalp.  His eyes scanned the battlefield for Luca.  He first spotted Lynn and Ken.  Lynn was single handedly keeping the battlefield wet with tears alone and Ken was trying to snap her out of it.  He then spotted Britney, Auri, Linqian, and Edict.  Linqian was busy punching a vine which did not tell Jasper whether she was upset or simply bored.  He then settled on Drake and sully tending to…[color=98FB98]“Sloane?”[/color] Jasper whispered with a shocked tone at the sight of her decayed body.  It was decayed to a point that suggested she had gotten nice and close to Luca, no doubt in whatever dream the mist gave her.  He knew that she would be in pain and that brought him no joy.  He hated what Sloane stood for, hell he hated the woman to her core.  But she did not deserve to be hurt like this, and Jasper knew that Luca was devastated that he did it.  

He wanted to check in on her first, to make sure that another name wouldn’t be added to the mural.  Jasper rose to his feet and began to run over to the huddled group.  Jasper ran with a speed that was neither blazing fast but was not anywhere close to slow. He arrived just as Anya was giving Sloane her jacket.  He saw that Sully had managed to heal her up but even with that healing she was in a rather rough spot.  Jasper sighed a sigh of relief at the sight all the same. [color=98FB98]“Stick with Sully for a minute Sloane, heal up.  Feel better, okay?”[/color]  The pleasantry felt like poison on his lips but less bitter than it was in years past.  Maybe Luca and his relentless optimism had started to rub off on him?  Maybe seeing his hated rival wounded softened his opinion of her?  Who knew why, but Jasper did not want to dwell on it for long.  He wanted to find the man who had visited his dreams, and he wanted to be with him again in the present.  

His eyes quickly turned around the battlefield in search of Luca and his mouth dropped when he spotted Lila instead.  She was covered in feathers, blood, and was crying in a way that he’d never seen from her before.  She gripped herself in a way that drew more blood.  And she was doing everything in her power to seem small despite the fact that her wings made her appear very, very large.  She needed help.  And Jasper would be the one to help her.  Jasper quickly crossed the distance between the two in a sprint and slowed to a stop right next to her.   [color=98FB98]“You okay,”[/color] Jasper knew the answer but asked all the same.  Lila simply shook her head ‘no’ as she buried her face underneath her wings. [color=98FB98]“How about I get you to Sully, he can help fix you up,”[/color]  Jasper also knew that the chalice would not be able to fix her feathered body, but it would be able to heal the damage its arrival caused.  Lila nodded her head up and down.  He thought of how best to help her, as her wings made carrying her a lot more difficult at least on first glance.  He simply thought fuck it and leaned down and invited Lila into his arms, bridal carry style, and Lila was all too quick to accept the help.
 
Lila allowed herself to be carried by Jasper, and she could not stop crying as she did.  She felt weak, broken, disgusting and…. And…. The crying stopped, with only the sniffling sound filling the air.  Her eyes were on Jaspers exposed chest and she raised an eyebrow as she looked up.  [color=DA70D6]“Bro,”[/color] her voice broke and was overtaken by the a few more seconds of crying, [color=DA70D6]“why the fuck are you shirtless?”[/color]. She laughed, briefly, before the crying returned slightly.  It was less than it was before, and Jasper knew it would be only a matter of moments before his friend was back.  And he knew a joke was a sure fire way to lighten the mood.

[color=98FB98]“Contractual obligation”[/color] Jasper joked back and he chuckled extra hard as he leaned his head back as he looked up to the sky.  His friend was still here.  Eventually he made his way back towards Sully and the assembled group.  He gently placed Lila down on the ground near Sloane and Drake.  This spot was as good as any for a makeshift healing station, and Jasper was ready to help carry anyone who needed healing here.  He was ready, after he found and checked in on Luca.  He looked around the area, and finally spotted his muse a distance away.  He began to make his way towards him with a hint of concern on his face.  Luca would not be well after what happened, and Jasper was ready to help him feel better no matter what it took.