⛧ ┊ slammer.

@⟡ ryu apollo. The sound of stumbling footsteps behind him, coupled with the other's urgent plea, irked Sei. He did not enter the establishment to get caught up in other's troubles, much less to babysit. He was starting to regret choosing to explore Aetheris. He had heard that the region was full of mystery and thrill, which piqued his interest. During his flight here, all he'd seen were dodgy establishments. He strode faster through the corridor, pretending not to hear the masked figure. A deep sigh left his lips when the other caught up to him nonetheless. He turned to the other, stopping right outside of a prison cell wherein lewd activities were happening. He eyed them momentarily; those females could really bend.

"What do you want?" Sei hissed to the shorter. He could feel the stares of those in the cell and perhaps a couple of guards. Sei ignored their suspicious gazes. Come to the worst, a fight would occur. Sei would walk away. Despite this, he lowered his voice for the other's sake. "Why are you here in the first place if you're unable to take care of yourself?" He assessed the shorter; there had to be a deeper reason to masking his identity. Was it an attempt of masking his affair? Was he of someone recognizable — a famous face? Sei didn't recognize him, and even if the latter did remove the mask, Sei doubted he would have a bout of recollection.

@☾ sei. The mere thought of standing out in such a place sent a chill down Apollo's spine. Each pair of eyes trained on him felt like a glaring spotlight, threatening to strip away the facade of his fame and expose him to a world where his status held no sway. To be reduced to nothing more than a walking ATM, shoved and pushed around, was a stark contrast to the adoration he was used to receiving.

As he found himself surrounded by bouncers, Apollo couldn't help but question why such a disproportionate show of force was necessary. After all, he was just one man against seven, hardly a match for their combined strength. In that moment of desperation, The stranger's timely intervention was a godsend, filling Apollo with a flood of relief and gratitude.

The wind spirit's act of kindness felt like a lifeline, a ray of hope in the midst of chaos. With a simple gesture, he swept away Apollo's attackers with a gust of wind, leaving him breathless with disbelief. Magic? It was not a foreign concept in this universe, but to witness it firsthand, and to be saved by someone from Delyth no less, was beyond anything Apollo could have imagined.

As he was urged to flee, Apollo wasted no time in heeding the advice, darting in the opposite direction only to find his path blocked by another group of guards. With a sinking feeling of dread, he turned back, his heart racing as he followed in the wind spirit's steps. "Wait-" Apollo called out, his voice strained with urgency as he caught up to the stranger. "Please, I need your help!" Despite feeling like a burden, there was no way in hell he would risk staying behind to get pummeled if they managed to get their hands on him again.

( naurr! thats what we love to see. i do not mind it at all. <: IT HELPS SET THE MOOD! )

@☾ sei. () too much exposition from my side* smsmsm

@⟡ ryu apollo. Sei stepped into the slammer, unaware of what the establishment really held under the neon glow. It was the 29 year old's first venture into Aetheris. Although Sei was a mature adult in human terms, he was barely of age in the spirit world. It could be said that he spent his whole existence in Delyth, although he's barely scratched the surface of the region.

Regardless, once again, he had the need of heading into another region. It was this time that he finally heeded that calling. Travelling across the land was no tough issue for the wind spirit's offspring. Sei merely flew the distance; he has had great control over aerokinesis since younger, though he still needed to work on precision. Overhead, the slammer's exterior had intrigued him — stood out to him — hence his current striding through the halls. A prison... that was flashing lights? Sei had landed on an empty alley and walked into the establishment; it wasn't necessarily a concealment of his powers, but he couldn't be sure of how other regions would treat Delyth's citizens, especially those who wielded powers.

The neon lights partially obscured Sei's features as he delved deeper into the prison. His wide eyes couldn't be hidden, however, as most he passed inspected him with scrutiny. His tall stature was an advantage. Figures of all shapes and sizes contorted in interesting positions. It was a new world to Sei.

His ears perked up at the sound of a scuffle at the next corner. Sei flanked the wall as he advanced, pausing before the turn to dip his head into the corridor. It was an employee hurdle– no, a mini mob. The gang surrounded their tiny victim, grabbing and shaking him roughly. Sei assessed the scene curiously, wondering if he should step in. He felt no real need, to be frank. He was about to turn away when he spotted the pleading and frantic look on the tiny victim's face. Sighing, Sei headed into the corridor and called out to announce his presence. He was met with hostiliy and a little confusion, as expected. Sei flicked his fingers and a tunnel of wind pushed the gang away from the middle body, pressing them into the walls. "Get out of here while you can." He gave the masked figure a hard stare before heading the opposite way, seeing no reason to stick behind. The attackers would stay pressed into the walls until he willed the wind to stop, although he wasn't going to anytime soon.

() too much exposition!!!

@☾ sei. Apollo's heart raced as he moved through the dimly lit halls of the slammer, each step tinged with a mix of excitement and nerves. The air was thick with the scent of anticipation, mingling with the pulsating beats that echoed through the corridors. Neon lights flickered overhead, casting an ethereal glow on the scene unfolding before him.

In the dimly lit space, Apollo felt like a shadow, covered from head to toe, a black facemask covering the lower half of his face. Blending into the background, he observed the silhouettes swaying to the rhythm of the music, casting playful shadows against the walls. It was a mesmerizing sight, one that both intrigued and intimidated him. Despite his apprehension, Apollo couldn't resist the allure of the slammer. As he ventured deeper into its depths, he felt a sense of exhilaration wash over him, tinged with a hint of danger - and danger surely came through not even a moment later.

Just as he was about to peer through one of the cell's windows out of curiosity, a massive hand clamped down on his shoulder, yanking him back with surprising force. Startled, Apollo found himself face-to-face with a bouncer, their imposing figure towering over him. Their gruff voice cut through the pulsating music as they demanded to know if he intended to partake in the establishment's services, despite his repeated denials. Perhaps that wasn't the answer he should have responded with. Caught off guard and outnumbered, Apollo felt himself shrinking as people began to gather around him.

( sorry if its long akdhwhawd had to set the scene... :P )