THE EVENT HORIZON - DAY TWO

[inferis]

[Something during the night has activated the ship's gravity core. There seems to be no evidence as to what caused it. Everything within the ship remains stable, but the ship itself shakes violently, and deep in the bowels, a ominous rumbling sound can be heard]

[[OOC: Please wait for sections. THE GRAVITY CORE | AROUND THE SHIP | DAY TWO OOC POST | PLOT CHAT | PLOT HUB]]

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[not_mafia]

[Tsuna doesn't fight Reborn for once. Doesn't try to struggle away from his grip or complain about his roughness-- he's walking right up alongside him. He's been unnerved about the noises and things he's kept seeing, kept jumping and yelping until Reborn had smacked him and told him it was in his head.

Even if that was true, it didn't totally stop him from looking over his shoulder every once in awhile, snap his head in a random direction. He was unnerved, but doing well despite the circumstances. A testament of the bond between himself and his tutor.

He feels Reborn's hand move and blinks, looking at him and then over at James.

And he's so blissfully unassuming. Concern crosses his features immediately, and he takes a step forward, speaking out to the man.]

Hey, are you alright?

/thumbs up

[last_rat_standing]

[James stops walking but he doesn't turn towards the voice. He doesn't make any other indication that he's even heard the boy speak.]

Death. Pain. Nothing but pain. It's coming.

[greatesthitman]

[Reborn's hand just tightens on Tsuna's shoulder and he steps forward some himself so he's just an inch or so behind Tsuna, just in case.]

Coming, what's coming?

[not_mafia]

[He looks at Reborn at the tightening hand on his shoulder, then looks back at the man.

Something feels off.]

... Pain? Are you hurt?

[last_rat_standing]

[He slowly shakes his head, eyes not really focusing on anything as he continues muttering]

Blood. Pain. [Suddenly his head jerks towards them, eyes fixing Reborn with an icy stare] Thy fate and mine are sealed

[greatesthitman]

[That hand is tighter still and Reborn glares at Bond, and this time that's more of a shove at Tsuna to get behind him please.]

You're underestimating my abilities if you think that.

[not_mafia]

Ah!

[A startled noise as he's suddenly shoved behind his tutor. He looks up anxiously at him.]

R.. reborn?

[And then he looks back at the stranger and gives a little gulp.]

Are... are you alright, sir?

[He is getting seriously unnerved by this whole situation. The man is acting strangely, they're in a bad place and Reborn is tense.]

[last_rat_standing]

[Good call on the defensive stance, sir, as Bond pulls his gun and trains it on Reborn]

All things must die.

[Yep. Pulling the trigger, now. Though his aim might be slightly off thanks to the fact that he's literally seeing red right now]

[greatesthitman]

[With Tsuna behind him he's quick to bring his own gun up, squeezing off a shot, though it's not his best work (he had been aiming for the man's shoulder but with the angle change such as it was it could have hit his knee or foot or something, it was too quick for his liking but Tsuna's safety is first) as he turns to have Bond's shot hit his arm, not flinching but cursing himself for being sloppy.]

Tsuna, go!

[not_mafia]

[Tsuna's pupils shrink when he sees Bond lift his gun, but quickly, Reborn pulls his arm up, and he can tell from the way it jerks back that he's been hit.]

Reborn!

[His voice is filled with fear, worry, and desperation. He was scared and confused, and he freezes when he hears that commanding tone of Reborn's. It doesn't take him long to realize, however, that in a gunfight he is less than useless.

Breath shaking, he belatedly scrambles backwards and around the corner, shaking.

Why had that man pulled a gun on them, and shot at them no less? Neither of them had done anything to threaten him. And now, Reborn... Reborn was fighting against him. It was some relief that Reborn was the greatest hitman on Earth, but gunshots and gun battles were extremely loud and frightening, and as he pressed against the wall and listened to it, he feared for his tutor's life.]

[last_rat_standing]

[The bullet tears through his shoulder, thankfully missing any vital organs in the process. He stumbles backwards a step, pausing in his attack long enough to regain his footing.

Seriously? He just wants to help you people! Why won't you let him?]

Death is coming for all of us. The road leads to hell.

[With that he lifts his gun again, though his hand is starting to shake as he fires]

[not_mafia]

[The sound is absolutely deafening, but it's not nearly so alarming as the the sound of the bang of the bullet off the wall before a searing pain shoots into his shoulder.]

Agh!

[He cried out sharply, a single syllable filled with pain as his hand comes up and he grips his shoulder. He bites his lower lip, hard enough to make it bleed as his legs suddenly give out on him and he buckles to his knees. He has a vice grip on his shoulder and the pain seems overwhelming, shooting through his entire arm and upper torso.

He... he got hit.

He got hit by a bullet.]

[greatesthitman]

[It's not helping when you're trying to kill him or his student, Bond. They'll need a chat after this, much later as when that shot misses him (he grabs his hat, moves to the side, puts on the moves that made him a force to be reckoned with) he worries instantly about Tsuna.

And when he hears him, that pain in his arm that he's so used to ignoring and the fight is gone. He can't stand here and have a gun fight in a metal hallway, that's just asking for more trouble so with a glare, that's probably not all that well seen under his hat, he fires off another quick shot, not aiming anywhere in particular on or near Bond but it's a distraction, he takes off for the corner and fires off another random shot as he turns it, glancing at Tsuna.]

If you can walk, run.

[last_rat_standing]

[How 'bout you come back here and we have that chat right now? He has a lot of things he'd like to tell you, after all.

No, where are you going? Bond ducks slightly as a bullet ricochets near his head, pausing in his gunfire just a moment as he reclaims his footing.

Death is coming for all of them. It would claim them in time, even if he was unable to save them.]