Hey! You over there! Uh, blonde guy! With the frying pan!
[The young man that calls out to him to is brawny and looks like he's been through the wringer. He looks like exactly what he is: someone that doesn't plan to leave until this place is mostly evacuated or until it's the only alternative to death.]
[So his face is streaked with soot from holding up part of a fallen tent that was on fire. His clothes are slashed from multiple altercations with Nightrenders as he fended off attacks or distracted them so someone else could run. The knees of his jeans are covered in mud from the times he knelt down to help someone hurt, and there are multiple blood smears on his clothes that are his - and many that aren't because he'd helped with some field first aid with the injured.]
[Kon is over with someone pinned under one of the heavier beams that was used to hold up one of the few larger tents. A young man is on the ground with his leg pinned under it, moaning.]
I can lift this, but I'm only going to be able to just lift it up a little. Can you pull him out of the way when I do? He's hurt pretty bad, he's going to have trouble moving on his own.
[He reaches down to get a good grip on it, ready to dead lift it the second Aziraphale is ready.]
[At this point, most of the faire has cleared out, which means less targets for the monsters to chase. Many of the stragglers are struggling with visions, or injured, or trapped, or cornered, or screaming for missing loved ones. Faeries are still trying to help them, too, but the place is a mess, and they also need to defend the crowds they're moving away.]
[Kon's uninjured, clearly functioning regardless of any visions or not, and not looking for anyone. He's just refusing to leave yet.]
[Ma Kent has told him before that anytime she needs a little extra hope in humanity, in times of disaster, she looks for the helpers. It's fairly obvious Kon is one of them.]
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[The young man that calls out to him to is brawny and looks like he's been through the wringer. He looks like exactly what he is: someone that doesn't plan to leave until this place is mostly evacuated or until it's the only alternative to death.]
[So his face is streaked with soot from holding up part of a fallen tent that was on fire. His clothes are slashed from multiple altercations with Nightrenders as he fended off attacks or distracted them so someone else could run. The knees of his jeans are covered in mud from the times he knelt down to help someone hurt, and there are multiple blood smears on his clothes that are his - and many that aren't because he'd helped with some field first aid with the injured.]
[Kon is over with someone pinned under one of the heavier beams that was used to hold up one of the few larger tents. A young man is on the ground with his leg pinned under it, moaning.]
I can lift this, but I'm only going to be able to just lift it up a little. Can you pull him out of the way when I do? He's hurt pretty bad, he's going to have trouble moving on his own.
[He reaches down to get a good grip on it, ready to dead lift it the second Aziraphale is ready.]
[At this point, most of the faire has cleared out, which means less targets for the monsters to chase. Many of the stragglers are struggling with visions, or injured, or trapped, or cornered, or screaming for missing loved ones. Faeries are still trying to help them, too, but the place is a mess, and they also need to defend the crowds they're moving away.]
[Kon's uninjured, clearly functioning regardless of any visions or not, and not looking for anyone. He's just refusing to leave yet.]
[Ma Kent has told him before that anytime she needs a little extra hope in humanity, in times of disaster, she looks for the helpers. It's fairly obvious Kon is one of them.]