The Knight's Crazy

Part 3 - Pretty Lights

It's golden-yellow in color- almost warm, and it leaks from the bag in slipping, loopy tendrils. Which is fascinating and neat right up until the point that said tendrils start hovering at face-height and circling my head.

I quickly find myself nervous. There might also have been an explosion of four-letter-words, but I'll never admit it.

The green eyes narrow when I start backing away, but he makes no move to stop me. Or even sit up. It turns out that he doesn't need to- the yellow light follows.

"What is this shi-" I don't know that there's any way to properly explain the sensation that occurs when the light sinks through my skin and into my head. It's warm and cool and slippery and itchy and all kinds of uncomfortable, but it doesn't hurt.

In a weird way, it feels almost like a nagging thought at the back of my mind, that thing you just can't quite grasp. It rattles about for a bit, slipping between thoughts wherever it can, before it slips out again. As the last of the golden light slides from my mind, I can't quite stop the shiver that runs the course of my spine.

I don't feel like it took anything, don't feel like it left anything, but it looks... heavier. The light slides through the air more sluggishly, with less serpentine grace than before.

It rests on his face, then slips slowly through the openings in the helm Green Eyes wears. I open my mouth, not sure what I'm going to say, but a male voice beats me to it. "I need to find Sir Coryn." And though he now speaks English, and with only the lightest of accents, I still don't really know how to help.

"I don't know who Coryn is." The light leaks out of his helm and I am graced by another green glare. His glares, I decide, are really quite powerful- it's almost enough to distract me. But, no, my attention remains pretty solidly glued to the yellow light.

I relax when it disappears into the bag again, only to tense uncomfortably when Green Eyes starts speaking in the harsh language. Two more bags start glowing, one red, the other- blue. The red is sluggish, it seems, almost, to plop out of the bag and ooze across his frame. It climbs and spreads until it covers his whole form before pulsing brighter, once, twice, three times, and then fading, rolling back down to its bag, and crawling away into the darkness. At least, I assume it's dark in the bag, but at this point- who the hell knows.

The red light gone, my eyes snap to the blue light, which is fast and fluttery, and reminds me of a hummingbird. This light darts here and there around Green Eyes' head before vanishing through the helm like the yellow light, only to dart back out again. It flickers and twirls, I almost want to call the action a wave, before it shoots off into the distance like a shooting star.

Creaking metal draws my gaze back to the man on the ground, and all I do is blink a few times at the sight of the pristine, not remotely dented, armor. I realize then what the red light did, and somewhere in the back of my mind I acknowledge the fact that I'm in shock.

He's trying to sit up, but there is pain in his eyes, he must still be hurt. Numbly, I lean down and grab an arm, ignoring the new glare, and pull. It's unsurprisingly difficult to lift him, and the metal bites into my fingers a little as I do.

"Are you alright?" It's a bit of a stupid question I suppose, but I'm running on half speed right now, so you can't blame me too much.

He ignores the question, of course, and grunts something that I almost think is a thank you once I get him into a sitting position. "I need somewhere to stay until the," and a weird, harsh word that makes no sense to me at all, "can locate Sir Coryn."

That wakes me up a little, and I smile with all the charm of a pissed off grandmother, "There's a Holiday Inn about a block and a half from here. And a Motel 8 in another block."

He blinks his confusion at me, which is probably cute without all the head gear, but it quickly shifts into, you guessed it, another glare. I'm kind of wondering if this is his normal setting at this point.

And then the harsh language fills the air again, and I suddenly get a bad feeling, and the yellow light slides from the the bag, and 'oh, shit' it's going for my head again, and then everything goes black.