#// Ezredes = Colonel -> ehz-reh-desh

[shiroi---kumo]

⋆୨𖤓୧⋆ It's a mission report if he's ever heard one as the small soldier recounts the events of what occurred to him with little waver in his voice. It's odd in a way to expect this man to speak of White Cloud in such a way when the swordsman was not his fellow warrior but instead his szerelmi keverék so it's a little more than off to hear him speak of the prince in such a matter of fact sort of way.

Shouldn't he be more concerned? Or was he just that confident in the Cloud's skills? Maybe it was just that he hadn't been made privy to his mix's self sacrificial nature yet and boy what a conversation that would be when he was.

Speaking of the child, there is a blond boy that has to be one of the children that belongs to that man named Mustang that White Cloud calls Eversti all the time. Though he didn't see any Ezredes in him and he certainly wouldn't be addressing the man in such a way the same as his counter was. Even if the man asked him to, it absolutely wasn't about to happen.

That man had killed his Other so he held no respect for him and he almost thinks the game the Cloud is playing with him is even more cruel. Establishing false bonds even when the swordsman is drowning in a bitter flavored anger. Ever the liar even when the truth would be far more beneficial to all of them.

So cold blue are shifting down from one human to the other and then back again. White Cloud told him to run, did it? Typical. What else did he expect from Tiamat's Holy Blade of Salvation? Of course, the little fool told them to run while he handled it and by handled it - that means if he was lucky the boy wouldn't be half way across Wonderland by now getting carted off to Gaudium again all because he didn't know how to be anything but a martyr. It wasn't the human's fault. He only did as he was told - but if he knew his Mix would give himself up at the slightest threat to those around him would he have done so, so willingly?

Bahamut be damned, he's growing tired of the boy's antics.

"Return to the Comodeen and inform the engineer but do not tell the others. We will handle the situation."

And it's an order in the only way he knows how to give one. He may have never climbed too high in Windaria's military ranks but it was only because he had no care to do so. Climbing the ranks meant climbing into the seat of power and leading the people was something he held no interest in.

His eyes are shifting over to his Misterican counterpart for this mission as he frowns deeply towards him. "Come. Let us find your prince before he does something rash or foolish."

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ Everything is happening in slow motion as he watches a cloud of dust or pollen or whatever else it could be get thrown in his nephew's face. The boy recoils and coughs. Jade eyes haze over as he lets out a pained sounding whine and stumbles in place for a moment.

It's a slow motion horror show.

This witch knew Sielu just as he had guessed and she put her fucking hands on him. On his bond. His husband and now she was raising her vile grip to rest right between the shoulder blades of his little wisp. This bitch was putting her hands on his family and he would make her pay for it.

"Get your hands off him, you fucking bitch!!"

And it's a deep growl that has a citrine gaze lighting aglow as he resists every urge to blow mist in her face just so he wouldn't have to hear another word out of her fucking mouth.

She says she broke Sielu and it's enough to drive him over the edge. It's enough to have his entire body trembling with the rage that's flooding his mind like a flare shot off without warning. A burst of fire ready to become all consuming in the matter of a few moments.

He has two goals right now. Get Pilvi away from this woman and collect Diamond Dust. Everything else could wait because from the sounds of Pilvi's earlier screaming, he knew where Sielu was and he knew the man was alive. If this bitch did as she claims and broke his husband then he would be there to pick the pieces up and put him back together.

Just as the ocean had done for him countless times in the past. What was a star without the heat to light it's flame? He would light the fires in that oceanic heart once more because he was the only one who knew how to keep a fire lit underwater.

"You really don't know how not to touch what isn't fucking yours to touch, do you?" He hisses as he takes a step forward.

Another and he's running. Where the energy to do so is even coming from is also a question he can't answer but he next words drop in a command that has a head of white hair jerking in his direction without question.

"Pilvi release your lungs!!"

And he does. The boy does as commanded without hesitation. He's already compromised. All ready contaminated if he had to guess by the way jade eye look at him in a haze, but that doesn't stop the way white rolls out of him in plumes that seem to be near endless. White over takes the area and clouds the vision of everyone in it. White floods the entire space of this clearing and seeps out onto the ground to stretch into the forest and the near by town and somehow it keeps rolling.

As the Celestial Mother's Holy Vessel it's no wonder that Pilvi's lung capacity is capable of hitting such impossible levels. Like a dragon incarnate, white continues to roll out of him in a never ending stream as the world around them only continues to grow thicker and thicker.

"That's it, Kid." He yells. "ALL of it Pilvi. ALL of it."

At this point he doesn't know if it will ever stop and he almost doesn't care if it does. It's a good distraction as his nephew bends forward to continue to let it pour from his lungs while the couple remaining men in the area start to scrabble. It's enough of a distraction that he has the time to close in enough that he can retrieve Diamond Dust from the neck of the poor bastard he buried it in and it's in this moment he laughs.

A haunting echo vibrating all around them them as the sound bounces around the Mist that surrounds them. Even if his entire body is screaming, he has to move. Even if his entire form is begging him for rest, he can't give it to it yet. Not until the boy is safe.

He laughs again. Deep and guttural, pulling the sound up from his belly and back reaches of his throat only for it to be followed by a scream and the sound of blood shed.

A body hits the ground and the laugh resumes but it continues to bounce around them making it hard to distinguish which direction the sound is coming from. There are frightened footsteps thudding around in this deathly white space only for a scream to start and then dissipate as if the noise itself was stripped right out of it's victim's lungs.

A second body hits the ground and the white cloud around them gains an orangeish hue. This is it. She's next. He'll fucking kill her for everything she's done. She better pray to whatever god she hails to because his isn't about to save her.

There's a brief bit of chat before she finally gets to throw the pollen into the boy's face. It's all over for him now.

She could just take him, but there's something about this other man that has her interest piqued. Finally, she's able to look over at him, and there's just no way to suppress the grin.

"Ooh, I know that orange," she taunts. "And red - it's so sad there's no red one anymore. I hope I figure out that purple soon... Are there other colors out there? Are they just as pretty and vibrant? I'll break you just like I broke my pretty blue pet, and then I'll have two little garden statues. I can't keep 'kenshi-baby, though, as much as I know he'd love to stay with me."

She's fishing for another handful of pollen, her other palm flat on the swordsman's back.

"My darling was so angry when I broke that one chain. I never got a closer look at the other pieces he had on him, but soon... soon I will, don't worry. Now come here and make this easy."

Kaze isn't necessarily the one he wanted to run into.

Then again, he supposes it's lucky. The Windarian is far more capable than him at handling this. With a sigh, he slips back into field reporting just to get this over with so maybe his heart will calm down soon. Even though the shift in his tone isn't something he wants to share with Ed, it's either this or delaying crucial help that he's starting to think his cloud needs.

He just prays in the back of his mind that Little Cloud stays out of it. He doesn't want to break that promise or that trust - he can't. Makenshi can only do so much on his own.

"Hi, Black Wind. He's back that way, towards town. Gaudium showed up. He told me to take the kid and go home, and I'm not stupid enough to think I can fight, so I'm doing what he said. He probably needs help. There were a lot of them."