Promise me no dead end streets and I'll guarantee we'll have the road [W7, Thursday Night]

[hydrokinetics]

[The hotel explodes just like he knew it would. He's out of the way as promised, but that's a pretty loud and obnoxious boom. He peers out of the saloon where he'd been hiding out, watches Hal walk past and stares at the debris around town. Whole Ass really is crashing to the ground, isn't it?

Oh well. No one's sleeping tonight, but as he stares out into the quiet nearly empty town, he spots a light.

...no, not a light. It's the bonfire. He blinks curiously, wondering why the fire's on now and without thinking he leaves the saloon to approach the flames.

It's only when he spots a familiar figure that he gets it and he feels his mouth go dry. He stands off to the side to watch for a moment before he speaks up.]

...what are you doing out here so late?

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[bittybat]

[The hotel blowing up is pretty damn startling, but once Damian realizes what the hell happened, he also realizes that it doesn't much matter anymore.

So he goes back to standing like a sentinel at the bonfire, far enough back he isn't consumed by the smell of cooking skin or burning hair, just the smell of dust and debris.

There's some questionable signs when he looks over his shoulder at Percy. At his feet lays a familiar flat-tipped, red-ended and red-hilted sword. In one hand is a sword Percy will have never seen, long and sleek, a katana that looks like the cousin of the other held in the opposite hand--dark ochre, familiar. With him lies Winston.

More disturbingly, there seems to be three bodies in the bonfire, all charred and unrecognizable by now.]