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Cosmic Magic Shooter

It was really late. Too late, perhaps, and maybe sleep would have been a welcomed option. If only it were an option that appealed to Eren Kyng at the moment. There had been no reply to his texts in the middle of the day, as rudimentary as the language had been, and Eren could hazard a guess that it wasn't because Rem had been ignoring him. She was far too quick to reply with a thank you as soon as he had parted ways with her after the first night of chaos. Polite was perhaps too small of a description for her. The only thing that was on his mind was that she was indeed hurt somehow, perhaps even being the one shot until the regular rumor mill and televisions all around the city started airing the fact that the Everett kid had been shot.

Eren himself had still been at the bar, finishing off the drink that he had paid for like a proper customer before moving on. When the screen talking about the concert news brought up that Raeka had been the one who was shot, part of him let loose some relief at knowing Rem was safe. Sure, Raeka had been shot, but he was FINE and would live apparently, so perhaps that was divine justice for the fishicide of Bartholomew the plush. Was it petty? Sure. Eren was no well off, spoiled kid like he viewed the Everett kid as. He held his grudges, perhaps not as radically as a Trabian, but it would take time to heal that particular wound the sorcerer had gifted Eren. Time and therapy that neither would be willing to partake in for either side. But that was the past now, the large man shifted in his seat at a late night diner with another drink in hand, a meal before him that was mostly finished. The payment was already done and now Eren wondered what he would be doing after the Concert. There was no urgency for him to return to the Garden, especially with their being a jail break, and he had been hired to do some additional work for tech maintenance here in UNITA. Unfortunately, it seemed it was a huge issue that even he was being called back for. s**t... Golem had been quiet for the rest of the day, really, just content that his ward was safe and back to enjoying himself a bit despite the dramatics of earlier in the day and those to come.

His phone buzzed.

Frowning, Eren looked over at the screen to see the name of the person who decided to interrupt his alone time:

Lil' Red

Oh. To say he swallowed the rest of his food in a minute would be understating what he did. He stood upward, grabbed the plate and poured it into his mouth, taking his drink with a wave and vanishing out of the restaurant like a whirlwind. The hospital? Something had to be wrong. Perhaps it was crazy to be this worried over someone you MAYBE had SOME BARE MINIMUM attraction to, not that EREN WOULD KNOW (Golem would vibrate purple, a feeling of a giggle and knowing Eren was in denial over these thoughts). You're such a big kid, dude... Eren rolled his eyes in mock annoyance, the Guardian Force acting like such a big child sometimes. I'm just...worried about her because I respect her! The Guardian Force let loose a yellow tinge in his vision. I'M NOT LYING! Yellow again. You just think you know everything about me, don't ya!? Green. b*****d...

It didn't take him too long, even in the late of the night, to find the hospital. He shashasha'd past a few of the nurses who were asking some vague questions, Eren only replying with a grunt and a stating he was requested on the third floor by the Princess. Not a fan of hospitals, Eren was. It reminded him of Esthar Space Station but with an odd chemical smell and the least interesting part that made Esthar so cool...space. Here it was just a bunch of injured, sick, and dying people always. A needless reminder that they would all be here one day as they grew old and grey. Taking an elevator up to the third floor, he slipped into the hallway and looked around for the room numbers, taking a step in the right direction. Silence was the most notable aspect of this floor, the beeps of machines in corresponding rooms being one of the only audible noises that were allotted here. 302... It was found, but a blonde haired young man, a little younger than Eren, asleep in a chair outside of the door. Her brother... Anyone familiar with UNITA knew the Presidential family, her older brother being famous, or rather infamous, for not completing his SeeD testing but also being a well known celebrity in the UNITA and other countries sphere of influence. Eren quietly stepped beside him and opened the door, quietly sneaking into Rem's room as Kalen's quiet snores followed him in.

Once closed, he looked up and saw the young woman sitting in the bed, covered in a gown and looking more tired than injured. Her face was streaked with some remaining makeup and eyes still red from...crying? Eren's face went from passive to gentle concern, eyes running over her to make sure that she actually wasn't shot. Part of him still didn't believe this entire fiasco was happening. "Hey Lil' Red." He said quietly, jabbing his thumb to point behind him, "Your guard dog's 'sleep outside. Looks bout as exhausted as you do..." Quietly, he moved and sat in a chair next to her bed, leaning forward and looking at her inquisitively, "Had me worried...was watchin' yo performance and suddenly hearin' the shot...how ya feelin?" The layers of his voice were gentle despite the gruff sound and accent. He had not found his hat, lost in the chaos of the situation and he doubted it would BE found. It didn't matter. Rem did.

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"Aye, I saw. Min' ya, I was wee bit...jealous." His face tinged pink, coughing into his hand as he leaned back in the seat slightly, "But when I heard ya was performin', I figured it ta be rude to not come and watch the lady perform. Quite magnifique if I coul' say so muhself. Even with silver gettn' involved But I guess thas jus' show business...can't be upset o'er it. Well...not too upset, ya dig?" He shot a toothy grin filled with a little arrogance, obviously overcompensating for the jealousy that had ran through his head over it. "Jus' promise me next time ya dance, you force me ta do it with ya instead. I can't say I'm any good, but I'd ratha try with you than ya do that with some pompous a**." A wink followed as he took his jacket off, it was warm enough in the hospital room as it was.

Rem kept saying that she was fine, waving him off like he figured he would. All he could do was roll his eyes. Red headed woman was as stubborn as the mother she imitated, whether she knew it or not. Nona came off as proud, independent, and specifically stubborn every time she appeared on the television in any capacity. Not that it was a bad thing, you had to be stubborn to lead and support a nation, he supposed. No chance he would ever be in such a position, but it was understandable even coming from his position as a SeeD. As she finished waving him off, he shook his head and gently grabbed her hand and brought it down, a little pink on his face at the forwardness he was presenting. Golem emitted a tinge of green in his peripherals, as if cheering him on at the seemingly out of character movement. Yeah, yeah, shut up, I'm workin' here! Purple. b*****d.

"If ya scared, then ya ain't fine...so don't try and lie and wave me off, 'kay? I may be simpler 'en others, but I can tell. 'm not here for anyone else but you." It felt foreign to say to him, as normally, he was only around for himself. By choice and by circumstance, the last two years of working with UNITA had led to him sitting in the hospital room with the princess of UNITA. She recanted the situations to him, only allowing him a nod in understanding. It was alot the past few days, and certainly for being someone's first highly stressful political disaster it was a lot to handle in one go. Eren crinkled his nose in thought, before responding.

"Ya know...its okay to be scared." Coming from the large, loudmouth ruffian, it was probably surprising to hear. "Ya play the part of politican well, at least ta a simpleton like me. But, the real test for dis stuff comes from situations like dis. I think ya did well, last night and even today. Ya can't be a superhuman tho'. Noone is invincible, yah? Bet even your ma' feels it often. Hell, the only one who looks ta be okay is old yeller out there." He motioned to beyond the door, where Kalen could still be heard gently snoring. "Tha' s**t with his ma' seems like nothin' ta him. At least it seems. You know better'n I do. Ya did nothin' wrong, Little Red. Ya did better than many people, many newbie SeeD even." He remembered when he first became a SeeD, in that situation there had been others that were nervous and stressed out when dealing with a monster or someone getting injured in response. Hell, even when..."When I was a kid livin' round here...I got scared alot." He admitted, "When they raided Fisherman's Horizon, I was scared. Ma and Pa bit the bullet and I only got out cuz Golem, my pa's Guardian Force, saved muh a**. I was scared shitless, Rem. Scared then. Scared at the Orphanage after da war. Eventually, ya get tough when ya get scared enough. Like a callus, it builds o'er time and you'll be tougher for it. So don't let it get ya down..."

He realized he rambled in his broken lingo, and shook his head, looking up at her realizing that she had thanked him. That made him laugh, covering his mouth so to not disturb anyone around them. "Musta been a damn long list, having to eventually resort to my dumb a**." He waved her off, only realizing he had forgotten something. "Its no problem. You don' have to tell me twice to come and see a darlin' lass like yaself in ya time of need...though, I wish I had given ya these after ya performance. I dunno why I forgot to throw em." A handful of roses in plastic were procured from the insides of his jacket, kept safe from the rustle and bustle of the city as the day had gone on. He honestly did not know why he hadn't thrown them. "Any performance like tha', at least in the pictures I seen, always ends with flowers gettin' thrown on stage...I guess I forgot to throw em, heh." His face was crimson as he gently handed them over to her bed, placing them in her covered lap. "My bad, I guess."

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There was a mood change in the air as he helped Rem come to a stand, his eyes looking over her carefully. Her mannerisms were shaky it seemed, and Eren knew that she wasn't physically hurt but was perhaps mentally strained.
It helped a little that she smelled the bouquet of flowers that he had brought, knowing that she was alright and he let go of her, trailing behind her just in case she portrayed a sudden weakness or frailty that he needed to support her for. Huh...blondie is gone... he realized, noticing that Rem's brother was nowhere to be found. Perhaps he wanted to go to the bathroom, or get something to drink, but he obviously had to leave for some reason that was unbeknownst to the tall man. All that mattered was the smaller red headed woman who lilted forward and found a night shift nurse, engaging her with a question and name that brought back the same feelings Eren had at the end of the concert. Raeka... The man that burned an innocent plush and got shot as a a result, the karma of the fish was truly strong and would haunt the man.

"Him?'

Eren's voice was flat, but quiet as they walked forward, not showing any signs in wavering in whatever support he was going to provide Rem, but old grudges (not that old) die hard. In fact, a sour look came upon his face as they came up to the room where Mai stood at guard. What the ******** is going on... Rem and Mai exchanged words, Mai shooting daggers at Eren only allowed him the ability to cross his arms in annoyance at the Galbadian.
"Ya'll gonna continue actin' like you weren't complicit and didn't start that?" His eyes narrowed, clenching his fist in annoyance, "I don' know what the hell's goin' on, I'm here cuz Red here asked me tah be. I'm sorry 'bout your mans gettin' shot" Golem accented purple knowing that Ren was only saying this to help Rem, it felt like swallowing a dagger to lie like that "But if ya think that some rando would just shoot'im over a stupid scuffle, you're out ya gourd." He bit his tongue from going any further, turning around and stepping away to calm himself at the audacity of the woman that was before him. He already hated that he was here, that he was near this guy who'd been nothing but trouble and acting like he was better than everyone. Now he had to deal with the gun carrying girlfriend who felt she had some zeal of authority over him? He hated it. However, he did not want to ruin whatever Rem wanted to do and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he calmed down his irate feelings.