[h3][u]Ayer Lecomte[/u][/h3]

[b]-- Half Past 9pm. [/b]
- Mentions: [@Mataus]

Ayer heaved a long sigh, both relieved and frustrated at the result of this little skirmish. It was definitely not what he planned, not in the slightest. He rushed over to the stuttering, flailing captain, staring at the burnt shaggy hair with a bit of shame and disappointment at the unnecessary suffering. His eyes narrowed in guilt at his pain. 

He stripped off his jacket and covered the man with it. He didn't want him to catch a cold, on top of all this. 

"I know what you did was for the best... but..." he sighed, "Whatever, at least he's not dead... And you're not dead, too. Still, I think we could've avoided that if we jus-- Ouch!" 

As he spoke, Ayer suddenly winced, letting out a weak yelp as he turned to see what stung him. Without his thick insulation jacket, the brimming hot metal of the condenser unit had seeped through the side of his pants and threatened to brand his hip. An oversight. Usually, he didn't have to be concerned about so many things at once. The large, perforated exhaust pipes that lined alongside the main unit now appeared to leak a faint stream of steam, and the jeweled cores that outfitted the intricate piece were glowing faintly. A concern filled his pale eyes. Was it already melting down? Did he used too much mana, already? Or did it get damaged somehow in all of this? Ayer quickly loosened the strap on the steaming condenser, to allow it to hang, and popped open the panel to check the pulse of the Ars. 

A hiss of steam spilled out to his face. Ayer let out a short cough, flapping the warm smoke away with an annoyed frown. But his urgency soon faded after that. The meter was 2 out of 5 now. Must've been an accidental back-up of fumes. He'll have to check the pipes later. 

[i]Phew, there is still enough for now. But at this rate, however...  [/i]
"I can still be of use if... things like this happen again, but I can't risk much more than maybe one or two more charges, depending."
 
The blonde stepped outwards until he can peek around the corner of the alleyway to the outside. There didn't seem to be a noticeable shift in the commotion of the town. "Looks like they have not seen us yet... let's get on one of those ships before anything [i]else[/i] happens. Sound good to you, mon ami?"

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