“I…I…”

Emil grew silent, staring at the tall man’s hair curiously.

   “…I…k-kind’ve…” { want to touch it. }

   “I feel like I’m drowning–”

It was a gasp, words so quiet as fingers curled, tugging at that scarf about his neck to try and loosen constricting fabric.

   “–are…are you a shark?”

Cue Emil’s funeral to the sharp teeth of an orca whale.

Stripped of clothes he wore typically, a well built { t e e n a g e r } appears to be practicing with a weapon. True, it is not uncommon for such to happen, but the way he holds it shows years upon years of practice, hardened eyes of emerald green, shimmering red speckles within optics providing a sharp contrast with one another.

It is then when he looks and sees you. Stare at him and he stares back, slow, thought-filled blinks clearing memory until those red specks disappear, leaving behind the bright sheen to ponder. “Do…do you need any help?”

   “Richter?” The blonde’s head tipped to the side, “Wh-what are you doing here?”

Feels Like…

   “I’ll be back, Orion. You wait here.”

The wolf-like creature whined loudly, tail brushing back and forth as feet stamped unsurely. Emil’s calm smile slowly making it crawl backwards before ducking it’s head and sitting back on it’s haunches and Emil turned towards the rift he saw clearly. Taking a slow, deep breath– “You r-ready, Ratatosk?”

There was a grunt and green eyes closed, red opening. “Let’s get this o'er with…” An annoyed tinge to his voice and Orion’s tail began to wag lightly before a piercing shadow crawled from the spirit’s fingertips, encoating the entire back of his hand, crawling up the other side, red glinting within the black before two hands dove forward, splitting open the rift with force.

And through the piece he went. The entirety of his arm, then a leg, then all of him spilled through. The glowing black smoke tinged with red along the edges curled from his body as if it had been hit by a blast of fire, but no such thing had come in contact.

Glowing red eyes uplifted towards a person. Shit. Ratatosk couldn’t have someone find him th–

The pressure from moving through rifts was always taxing. This proved no exception. His body staggered forward, hand moving to the hilt of his sword before eyes rolled up in the back of his head, mouth open before he fell. He’d appeared in wherever this was, then just fainted. Emil himself caught, stuck in his unconscious state with Ratatosk’s main energy reserves going to him and dragging him down with the summon spirit.

Hopefully, he wouldn’t be seen as either a threat or a monster by whoever saw him…