Ranryu

"Nope. Beings powerful enough to be considered gods are actually quite common, if you look hard enough." Wynn stared into the distance. "The god of war is somewhere in this little dimension. If he hasn't noticed us yet, he probably will soon." She pulled herself back to the subject at hand. "Anyway, yes, it's pretty bad. For some reason the god's intent on destroying us, especially this one right here. If he was awake, he could probably explain things better. As it is, I think we're lucky he's still alive."

"Long story. This one," The gestured to TAAron. "Has an angry god trying to kill him or something. We came here to escape and rest up a bit. Found a subdimensional signal that took us here via duel runner, if you can believe our luck."

"Most likely yes. We're a little in the dark here." Be ready, Ranryu. If he tries anything...

A duel spirit hissed in Wynn's head. She shook it, juggling conflicting instincts. Well, at least he's probably not a space demon. "What's in the briefcase?"

Wynn carefully accepted it. "Likewise. And where are you from, Sicarius?"

Wynn relaxed slightly. The stranger seemed nonthreatening, despite the dagger. "You must be pretty powerful if you made it here without getting eaten by demons. Sorry for the cold greeting. Can't be too careful. Now what did you say your name was?"

Clever response. Wynn eyed him. "His soul is damaged, and it just got worse or something. Who are you and where did you come from? Only a select few know how to get to the End of Time."

"Tell me a lie. Space demons can't lie." Wynn readied her duel disk. Space demon or not, the last thing the group needed was another drawn-out fight.

Wynn narrowed her eyes and positioned herself between TAAron and the stranger. "Prove your not a space demon. I'm not letting one of your kind eat any more of my friends."

Wynn stood up. "Space demon. Don't listen to anything it says. Get ready for a fight, guys."

Nurse Joy blinked. As she spoke, a speech box appeared in front of her. "Oh no! I'm afraid I don't have any of my equipment! His ailment isn't entirely physical. A telepath of some sort would be better suited to this than me!"

Come on idiot. Wake up. Wynn thought with worry. Don't die please. Wynn pulled out her duel disk and adjusted some of the settings. "Give him a little energy, will you Ranryu? Don't fry him, though."

"How much? I'm guessing he used a considerable amount when he Pushed everything. It just seems wise to make sure he can't get any more until he's healed."

"I'm not gonna go rifling through his stuff, but it's dangerous for everyone if he has access to metals. Unless you have a better idea?"

Wynn shook her head. Ugh. Boys. If not for Haly, I swear... She grabbed TAAron's bag. "Look, his metals. I'm just going to hold on to these for the time being."

"Dies?" Wynn stared at him. "Fixing a dislocated shoulder is not worth death!"

"Okay. If I melt, I'm blaming you."

Cool, I have superpowers! I'm gonna do the most awesome thing ever. It depends. How many Earths are there?

"Um... Are you up to that? What if you accidentally vaporized me or something?"

Okay, better get this over with. "Nameless, on the count of three, I need you to push my shoulder back into its socket." @Ookla the Untitled

"Haly, do you know where TAAron keeps his metal vials?" @Ookla the BlowUpperOfStuff

Of course he passes out now. Why couldn't he have done that before he threw me thirty feet? Well, I guess I probably asked for it, provoking him like that. Wynn stood up. Yep. Definitely dislocated. She turned to Haly and Nameless. "Should we maybe try to take his metals away so he doesn't hurt himself again? Doesn't burning them make his soul damage worse?"

The fence leaned over then came back up like it was on some kind of invisible hinge. Wynn, however, went flying. Ow. Okay, tough love doesn't work. I'll just lie here for a bit. She didn't get up. Rethink my life choices maybe. The arm her duel disk was strapped to burned. Dislocated shoulder, maybe. Her other arm was cut from her bracelets pushing into her skin. Good thing he can't push the steel plating. I would be very much dead.

"Well, I'm helping you weather you like it or not." She stared at him stubbornly. "And probably isn't concrete enough to freak out like that. We are GOING to find him, and we are GOING to fix your soul, so STOP BEING SAD AND GET TO WORK." I don't think I'm doing this right. He doesn't look cheered up. Why do I always have to be the 'tough love' person?

"Okay, but why is he targeting TAAron specifically? And this Tristan guy... him being not dead is a good thing, right? We can go find him and beat the bad guy and everything will be happy and great, right?" Her tone was slightly sarcastic. "Look, TAAron. I'm bad at being empathetic, so I'll tell it too you straight. This evil destruction guy is bad news, and he's done stuff to you, I get that. If you actually wanna make things better, then you need to pull yourself together. We're gonna go fix your soul and stop the bad guy and find your friend, so you need to get your head in the game." Oof. That was a little bit mean. I hope it worked. If this is some sort of weird soul damage thing, then that could be... bad.