[FRAG] Grieve in Blood

Magnotris panted as he skidded to a halt. He kneeled over, breathing heavily, feeling bile sting his throat. He hadn't run this hard in a while. He was way too out of practice to be doing shit like this.

Acid burned as he vomited. Magninium leaked out of his body, caustic, stinging. Everything hurt and ached. 

Pull yourself together.

He stood up straight, glancing behind himself. Morning Star was nowhere in sight. The beam hadn't fallen on him, right? Magnotris hadn't meant to hurt the other - just get Morning Star off his tail. No sounds echoed from the distance, and Magnotris turned back forwards, reaching up to hug himself tightly. His tail bounced slightly as he slowly stepped forwards, trailing deeper into the Junkyard's depths.

This was so stupid. Fucking Cynosure. Of course he'd show back up now, when all his plans were supposed to be coming to fruition. It was that annoying, ironic timing that Cy had always seemed to have. The world was his bitch, and he gloated about it far too much.

Magnotris dragged his hands down his arms. The air was colder here, temperature low. It was more than cold enough to freeze a mortal in their tracks, but the body of a Fragment was far hardier than that. Still, it was freezing, and the wind whipping through the piles only added to the frost. With a frown, Magnotris peered down a pathway choked in ice and icicles. Nobody lived in the Junkyard, right?

They wouldn't just throw an ice or frost core in here and call it a day. Cores were stored back at HQ, not left in the Junkyard. So why was it so cold?

Quietly, he pressed forwards. If there was someone here, he didn't want to just drop the coin and call it a day. Best to keep it out of the hands of anyone else.

He glanced down at the small metal in his hand. Apparently Cy hadn't spoken to Morning Star through it... although it was equally weird that he wasn't talking to Magnotris. Maybe something had happened. Ugh, here he was again, focusing on maybes and probabilities. That wasn't important. What was important, right now, was getting rid of the coin and returning to Morning Star and helping him come down from its side effects. 

"Hello?" he called out, stepping forwards into the glacier-encrusted pathway.

Only the wind answered.

"Then there's nobody here," he hissed, throwing the coin at the ground. It clinked off the ice and flew into a pile of scrap, presumably untouched for centuries. "Good riddance."

Magnotris stared at the coin, glinting in the pile, for a second longer. He turned on his heel and marched out.