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Kelsier watched the shadows envelop Myrnin, his eyes widening a bit.
“Are shadows fireproof?” He asked, genuinely curious.
He burned tin for just a moment, trying to tell whether the vampire was speaking.
Oh,
Oh no.
“Nico, let him go.” He said suddenly. That was not the sound of someone grateful for protection.
Myrnin sounded like he was in pain.

Myrnin rocked back and forth on the tile, his heads behind his hands and his head almost between his knees. He whimpered a bit more, but clearly started to feel better as soon as the shadows were gone. Light flooded back and he almost physically dropped in relief. But he still waited a bit ... in case they'd attack him again.
What ... why? Why had that?
Nico was there ...
Oh.
Just ...
Oh.

Steve covered his eyes with his scraped hand, a flurry of events made his mind reel. At worst he might actually crash his car when he gets back to what he had plan on doing. At best, he isn't surrounded by those miserable jerks but surrounded by weird, miserable jerks who kept shuffling on the damn tiles. The pain pulsating from his head made him step backward from his position when he first entered the room realising a flood of flying bats across the room letting out their confused yells. Ah, just what he needed all the while accompanied to some lousy song he'd never heard in his life. Steve covered his face with both his hand before ducking into something or rather someone absentmindedly. That of which was one of Asami's winding appendages slamming right into his broad chest. Like a horrendous chain of events, Steve then lost his footing falling on top of Mabel.

Hook set down his flask temporarily, resting his head as he did so. Without looking for the Frenchman, he raised a middle finger towards him as he started shouting orders. Then raised his head to drink again.

Screw feeling her age, Shade was feeling at least double that if not triple. It was like being dragged through a preschool in hell but flooded with teenagers and on fire. Begrudgingly she lifted her head for just a moment, hoping to get a grasp on what the situation was, but promptly backtracked and returned it to rest on a very thoroughly cooked turkey covered in skittles and whip cream. Perfect for hiding her sight from this mess. Just drop a bed in, why don't you? 

Kel watched Nico go. He didn’t understand why the shadows had hurt Myrnin, nor did he understand why Nico hadn’t realized they would, but there was nothing he could do now.
Nico was gone before he could even try.

One ear perked as she heard Enjolras shouting and she lifted her head again, blinking through whip cream with a grunt and hopping to her feet. "Alright- alright, off we go...!" She brushed her arm over her face to at leasst get most of it off, looking around at the ABSOLUTE F[oops]ING CHAOS and for something to put the fire out... But everything looked pretty flamable. F[oops]. "We should find a door!" She called out.

Nico watched Myrnin for a long second, not even flinching at the feeling of Myrnin's hand on top of his own. He took a deep breath in, weighing his options. If it were him sitting there shaking, someone coming near him would have made it much, much worse. But this wasn't him. This was Myrnin, and worst case scenario, Nico just made it worse... which didn't help much, but the thought was there anyway. Without giving it another thought (if he did, he'd back out), he wrapped his arms firmly around Myrnin, trying to hold his friend close. With any luck, this would help. It seemed to help some people back in his world, when their friends did it. Which... wouldn't work if Myrnin hated him now.

The halloween colored bats began to spiral around the room on fire. In doing so they spelled out "Hook sucks." with scary accuracy and promptly disintegrate into ashes.

Steve meanwhile was still lying on a child not comprehending his hellish concussion. That is until said child got up and tried to greet him unlike last time. Could he remember last time? What dingus wouldn't remember that? "I'm Steve." Was all he said as the head injury began to take control.

"What the blood hell did you do?!" Lila exclaimed, backing up. Whatever the thing he'd poured on the fire was, it certainly wasn't a fire extinguisher.

When Myrnin blinked back in - after the House had so graciously killed him for the fifth time - he was crying.
Not about the fire, so much as the fact he very much hated dying. The existential crisis of doing so did not go away.
Coupled by the fact he'd almost done it in the dark didn't help in the least.
But hey! He blinked in full on sprawled on the couch so he could cry bloody tears into that, so that was fine, right?

Enjolras blinked his eyes several times as the ringing died down in his ears. He was alive. He was sitting on a couch. He was sitting on the couch. In the House Living Room.

Myrnin was sprawled across his lap, crying. Enjolras froze, unable to stand with the torso of the man across his legs.
"Auh..." He started, hesitating before very stiffly patting the vampire on the shoulder twice. He was awkward about it, but not ingenuine.

Hook blinked into the living room, another death on the tally board. He wasn’t too upset, in fact, the cold, quiet floor off the living room was rather comforting. He glanced to see he was laying next to two sets of feet that were seated at the coach, but the pirate didn’t see any point in trying to move his sore body.
He didn’t bother trying to drink for the moment, letting his body relax for a few seconds as he tuned out the other’s conversation and sniffles.

Kelsier appeared on the floor, gasping for breath, shaking.
He straightened up almost immediately, turning, searching for...for...for something,
He paused.
He found it.
The Mistborn took a step forward, then another, approaching the other man. He was ignoring Enjolras, not out of any disrespect for the other man, but just because he wasn’t the interesting, kind, hilarious man currently crying and shaking on the couch,
“He didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said softly, hoping that somehow, Myrnin would hear him. Would understand him.
Then he turned as he heard Nico, and his eyes widened.
He headed after him without thinking or hesitating.
“Nico, wait,” he said. Pleaded, almost. “Wait. Please? He’s your friend. You can’t...you don’t want to walk away from him. Not right now.”