A City Called Salvation // O/O // Closed

"Rightfully yours?" He repeated under his breath. Janus couldn't help but scoff at hearing the thief. Rightfully his? Oh how he could feel the blood in him boiling right now. There was really no point in acting drunk anymore; thank Caelestum and the heavens for that. He let his body naturally tense up. While he did grin, his eyes lit up with anger and frustration. Laughing a little, he ran his fingers through his silver hair then pushed the thief away.

Janus stood away from the wall. A crack sound was made after he rolled his right wrist. Taking a step forward, he only laughed at the thief's question. At first, he just responded with a simple shrug. "Well….Only if Caelestum and the people of Salvation want me to get back what's rightfully theirs," He sighed. "Do you really think you're going to get away from this? You will be punished one way or another." His eyes widened watching as the necktie fell. Under his breath, he mumbled a few curses before taking a few more steps. At least he got a good enough look for a description. If only the necktie plan did not end so soon. He wondered how many police were in the area.

"You will try?" He questioned. Janus's eyes squinted as he looked at the thief. Just at the other man was trying to back away, he took little steps in order to maintain a close distance. He has gotten this far with whatever his plan is, and he is not going to lose this thief and that medallion by any means. Quickly, he picked the tie up from the ground then stuffed it in the same pocket that medallion was moments ago. He watched at the thief strangely disappeared into darkness, but reappeared again a short while after. A faint snicker left him as the thief gave him a question. At first, Janus just gave a shrug before he walked up to him. "What do you think? I just remembered something I had to do later," He smiled faintly. "Either we can take care of it now or I will let you run then I'll tackle you and turn you over to the authorities. So now or later…..it's up to you, pretty boy."

With one foot back, he held up his fists. Preparing to take someone down is not a difficult task for him. He should be able to get this thief in a few moments or so. The energy in his body was building up ready to just throw a punch, and yet he did not expect for it to go to waste.

The medallion was floating out of the thief's pocket. How? Janus was more than aware of its capabilities, but he was not sure why it would be doing such a thing right now. Yes he is there getting it back, but he doesn't see a reason for it to be this way.

A shiver ran down his spine as the voice resonated. Dropping his fighting stance, he glanced around before back at the man across from him. Two heroes? Caelestum's two heroes? Janus could not believe what he heard. There was no way that a thief who stole the medallion is a hero.

So much had happened in a flash that it took Janus a few moments in to process everything, or at least, most of the things that occurred. There was a burning feeling in his throat along with something that was draining his energy.

Dropping to his knees, he froze. His eyes became unfocused as he went into thought about what happened. Still in a daze, he caught the medallion with his right hand. "Why?" He whispered, looking at it. When his eyes wandered over to the thief, he noticed that he was on the ground.

"Are you alright over there?" He heard an officer yell. Getting up on his feet, he motioned for the official to come over. After putting the medallion back in his pocket, he cautiously put his arms under the theif and picked him up.

Two heroes. Janus could not stop thinking about it; he was not even sure how he felt. There was barely any time for him to think about it after he picked up the thief. Once the one official came running over, three more eventually followed. Next thing he knew, he was surrounded by people asking him what was going on.

He managed to get the Salvation officials to agree to take the thief to a hospital before doing any further investigations and interviews. Despite his memory still be a little shaky, he could still recall hearing a faint crack sound along with a thud. Though he figured that the guy probably won't talk around him, it'd be better to have him not with a cracked skull or anything bad.

Janus did not hand the medallion to anyone except for the head priest of the temple. After setting the thief down on a bed, he kept the medallion in his right hand. It still felt warm, but it was tolerable to him. The poor head priest had on gloves so he wouldn't drop it.

In about an hour or so, he was directed to the room that the thief was in. The first thing he did seeing the thief was sigh and shake his head. He took off his jacket then took the clipboard that on the front of the bed. Ambling over to side of the thief, he scanned over the information. "August….." He mumbled to himself. "What the hell were you thinking? Hm?"

Janus really was not sure why he was doing this. He could have just told the officers and other officials to send the man off, but no, somehow his mind thought it would be better to make sure that the thief didn't split his skull into two. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't; looks like it is something that he will have to determine later on. His hands squeezed the sides of the clipboard. A very faint crack sound startled him a bit before the thief's shouting made him jump.

Lowering the clipboard, he took a slow and deep breath. Out of all the strange things he has done in the last four hours, nothing has prepared him for this or any of the moments that led up to now. He could not even consider why or how the man in front of his is a chosen one of Caelestum or the fact that he is not the only one. None of this makes any sense to him. It's surprising how well he is holding himself together and not breaking anything at all. All he was able to do was roll his eyes at the thief.

"You are under arrest, August de Soleil, but I can make it look more official for you," He offered. Before he gave anytime for the other man to speak, he tucked the clipboard under his arm then pulled out some handcuffs. One of the police gave it to him while they were waiting. Might as well use it now, he supposes. Putting the one over August's wrist, he tightened it before doing the other over the side of the hospital bed. He held the clipboard with two hands again, lowering his chin to read the documents. "Better, de Soleil? We'll go over the rest eventually. You did do that thing you said you'd do later, right?" He flipped over a page, keeping his eyes glued to the next one.

A little smirk appeared on his face. Janus was not able to resist the urge to at August's comment and eye rolling. Not saying a word, he just looked up at him then shrugged before going back to reading through the papers. He just let the thief talk the whole time; it was much easier for him to rather than interjecting after every statement or comment.

Fake drunk. He did not even wanted to get started on that, but he had gotten an idea after August brought it up. It lingered on then began to hurt up after seeing the other grin. That damned grin, how it just makes his jaw clench. Nevertheless, a goofy smile was painted over his annoyed look. Setting the clipboard down, he ruffled his hair then unbuttoned two buttons.

"So you do like me. I know it. Don't you, pretty boy?" He asked, using his drunk voice once again. Sitting down on the side of the bed, he looked back at August. His hand reached out, gently caressing the other's cheek. "You see….You didn't even realize that you stole Caelestum's medallion. I saw you throw it onto a table like it was nothing. Besides, honey, why would you steal it when the Chosen One, aka me, is supposed to protect and respect it. You know it's the people's, yes? Your inital intentions counteract what you have just told me and I still can arrest you."

"Thank you, you're too kind," He crooned. Taking his hand away, his fingers curled into his palm. Janus crossed his arms while looking over at August. Watching the other make a face, he was not able to resist the urge to roll his eyes. He probably cannot even complain to the priests at the temple or say something while he prays about this thief. What a shame, he already has a whole book of things he could say about this person. "A weeks-worth of Salva doesn't even cover a quarter of it, but there is no use on putting a price on our cultures and history, even if you're going to die in the end. Now does it?" He asked. A long sigh drew out from his lips. "Remember, apparently you are now a chosen one and not necessarily a 'sinner', but Caelestum is important to everyone whether they know it or not."

Janus could feel himself stiffening up as he kept forcing himself to listen to the thief. Part of him wanted to tune out of the conversation, but he knew he shouldn't do that. Though some of the thief's words were strangely interesting, and not to mention a bit amusing as well. All those useless words caused troubling thoughts to stir in his mind.

Leaning forward, he stared straight into the thief's eyes. Sure, he did notice the golden color of the irises, but his attention wandered to other details in the eyes. The expression in them. The way the light reflected off of them. Even the way he looked in them. Humming, he shook his head then went back into his regular position.

"Ah….You are right for once," He nodded, before motioning himself and the thief. "Two is overkill." Getting up, he went over to the end table that was at his left. Taking the water pitcher, he poured some into a cup. "I could care less that you're a sinner; I will always see you as an idiot first."

Standing against the wall, he drank from the cup of water. "And stop saying 'you people', they aren't mine and they're as foolish as you." He looked over at the window to see one of the priests in the hallway, trying to communicate with him. The priest kept trying to tell him to undo the handcuffs, but Janus walked over and lowered the shades. Glancing over his shoulder, he kept talking, "Yah, August, stop trying to use your smile on me. It's not going to work with me. You probably can't run far now, but the cuffs are just for my assurance; let's keep 'em on."

"I do not think th-" Janus stopped himself the moment that the thief started to roar with laughter. Was it really that funny? Beats him. He is better than the horrible excuse of a father he has or the rest of them, but there really isn't any use in saying that when he is wearing an expensive suit as they speak. Every minute or so, he wonders if he should just leave and let the police take care of this. If he does leave, then maybe he won't have to deal with this at all. The medallion has to be in a safe place by now anyways.

Watching as the other was moving his hands, Janus let out a sigh. Is the Sinner's Punishment progressing in this thief? How long has it been since he last took Salva? He knew these things from his mother, but it is different when you do not have it. August's words made him scoff. Gently, he shook his head as he checked his pockets. "If I were to kill you, I would do it right now and not let it drag out," He explained. Walking over to his coat, he started to look through it. "You see, August, I have enough strength to crack your skull open like a nut. Sadly I made a promise to not do that, it's too much trouble anyhow."

Finally. He had found it. Pulling the small vital out, he tucked it into his left palm. Looking over his left shoulder, he glanced back at August. The sound of the handcuffs led him to roll his eyes. While he could undo the one, he still was not sure if he could really take this thief's word on anything. "Really?" He asked, strolling back over to the bed. "I suppose that I could, but I know you're going to do something that will get you either knocked out again or land in the ICU." Sitting near the end of the bed, he kept his palms at his lap. Janus tilted his head while staring at August. "Now, I could do that and we can see what happens, or you can guess what hand has something in it. Your choice, August."

He shook his head. "I've learned that dragging it out doesn't do much sometimes. Besides, I believe that being here to bother you would be a better punishment anyways. You get to see my handsome face," Janus said, giving the other a smile. "Consider yourself lucky."

"You promise to not do anything?" He questioned, tilting his head to the right. Janus just stared at August then shook his head. "Huh, no way. Do you think a dog becomes obedient overnight? You are gonna try to slip into the shadows or whatever then cause more chaos for me to deal with."

The left hand. He squeezed the vile before forcing himself to relax. Anymore pressure and he'd have to get some bandages for his hand; besides it would be a waste of Salva anyways. Usually he keeps one on him for his mom or someone who needs it. No one really goes through his pockets so he doesn't worry about telling others about it.

Humming in response, he took August's left hand then placed the vile in his palm. "Looks like you're a good guesser, surprisingly. Just take it and relax for a few mintues. You've been bouncing off the walls since you woke up. I'm surprised your head hasn't exploded yet."

Should he or should he not? The question left him in a deep state of pondering. Running his fingers through his hair, Janus started to pace around the hospital room. Supposing he could take the cuffs off then he wouldn't have to hear this fool keep pestering him about them. On the other hand, he has the gut feeling that it will only lead to more trouble happening. Then again, would someone who just got knocked out really do anything while still needing rest and time at a hospital? Probably not. Well, all he could do is actually do something and see how it goes. Oh how he hates the fact.

Stopping in his tracks, he turned his neck to look over at August. Janus tilted his head at the sight of the grin that he was given. A look of puzzlement swept across his face as he reluctantly decided to go back over and sit down at the side. His lower lip curled back as he looked up at the ceiling, thinking about August's statement on hospitals making people bouncy. Glimpsing over, he shook his head. "Does it really though?" He asked. "I am sure there are other reasons why someone would be all over the place in a hospital. Anything can happen if you let it."

That smirk. How he was beginning to despise it if he hadn't already. Throwing in the towel is something that he also despises too, but perhaps it is time he does. Slowly, he took a deep breath to release any tension that was stirring in him. Reaching into his pant pocket, Janus took out the key to the cuffs and used them to release August. Then he took the handcuffs and set them off to the side. "If that's what you need to calm down, you better shut up too. I am not helping you calm down."

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He grumbled. Regret started to overcome him the moment he sat the cuffs down. Catching the vile thrown at him, he held it. Was taking the cuffs off really worth it? Janus knows too damn well that this thief is just going to cause more trouble for the both of them then try to disappear. Perhaps it would be best if it just happened, that way he won't have to talk to this guy anymore. And yet, at the same time, he feels defeated in whatever kind of battle dynamic is going on between them. He absolutely hates it. "I really do not want to waste both of our time, but if you really want, you can continue being a fool."

A flash of irritation rushed through him. Janus took a deep breath while running his fingers through his hair. There really isn't any point in getting frustrated over this August guy. Really, there isn't a single one. Even though this fool is suppose to be the "other" prophet, he could care less if he does not see him ever again after this moment. Besides, he gets to go home too. Anything cannot be better than being by himself in his nice warm apartment. It is impossible.

Biting his bottom lip, he looked up at August. His name? What's the point in this thief knowing his name? The sound of the vile breaking in his hand stirred his attention. Forcefully, he loosened his grip then placed it next to the cuffs. He rubbed his hands against his thighs before clasping them together. Staring back at the thief, he responded with, "Janus Nyilas, happy?"

Janus scoffed listening to August. The fool sure does have a lot to say; it is more than clear to him, sadly. "Does it really matter how everyone else would react?" He mumbled to himself. The police really do not care what he does since they're all paid by his father. Of course there's the priests he's more worried about. His mother would scold him just for treating someone else like this.

With a shake of his head, he rolled his eyes. Hopefully he will have no regrets in telling August his name. They are already connected since they're both chosen ones of Caelestum. Knowing names is just the beginning.

"I suppose I could forgive you, but why would I give you money when you're just going to try to steal from someone else again?" He asked while getting up. "Are you going to go back to stealing if you leave?"

He straightened out his shirt and fixed his cuffs. Humming a little, he glanced over at August to see the smile on his face. Suspicion lit up in his eyes as he stood there. In a blink of an eye, August was gone. Janus did see the shadow disappear underneath the door, but he did not dash over. No, instead he stood there for a couple of moments.

Finally, he made the decision to go after August, though he was not sure why. Janus wrapped his fingers around the handle, but heard a few screws fall from the side of the door and creaking as he opened it. He only took a few steps out before it fell to the floor. "Great," He sighed, looking around. "Where could've that bastard gone to?"

Doubt started to sprout within him. Whether or not finding August would serve any use, he was getting exhausted. Janus ran into some of the officers, but just kept on going after they realized what he was doing. He didn't have enough time to really say a word, especially since he just wants to go home at this point.

There's no way that he could've gotten far though. Could he? The hospital didn't even approve August for discharge yet. Perhaps the thief was not too far off from where he was. Maybe the thief was still on hospital property.

Eventually, Janus ran outside. Something was telling him that he would be finding this guy eventually if he left the building. He lifted his chin up, hoping he would be able to spot him. Anyone from the lower sides of the city are easy to find. It takes a lot to be able to blend in these parts, he knows it all too well. Hopefully, he can find August before trouble ensues again.

Just moments after he looked over his left shoulder, he found someone. He found him. Rubbing the back of his neck, he let put a sigh. The urge to yell was strong, yet he ended up slowly yet surely walking over. "Yah, August," He called out. "There's no use in doing this. You're going to get lost. Let's go back to the hospital and get you back in bed. Okay?"

(No, it's all good! I'm kinda busy too. I appreciate the response! :D )

"Ahhh I see…Is that something you learned or are you terrible with directions?" With eyes squinted, he stared at August. For a second he looked over his right shoulder back at the hospital. Locked up…. Well, Janus could give him credit for that, although there is no point in running away if you haven't fully recovered yet. The doctor looking over August did not even come back to Janus or the officers to let them know that the thief can be discharged. If he was not a decent person, he probably would have let the guy just wander around for a few hours while following from a distance just to amuse himself. In a way, it would be entertaining.

"Threaten to crush your skull…." He murmured the words. Biting down on his bottom lip, he glanced up at the sky briefly. A small chuckle managed to slip out of him just as he looked at August. There is no way that this guy will be able to walk out of his sight or get far away from him. Rolling his eyes, he rushed forward then grabbed August's wrist. "Come on….You know you are wasting both of our time here. I won't threaten to crush your skull if you comply for once."