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Who: Shadow Albedo and anyone else. The original Albedo might show up eventually, too.
What: All of the feelings of loneliness and love that Albedo's been suppressing are wandering around Prospero, looking to force Albedo to accept them. Albedo's hard to find, however, so it might be running into some other people on the way.
When: Dark Hour, all week.
Where: All over town.
Rating: Most likely PG if it's just Shadow Albedo, PG-13 to R for violence, masochism and possibly swearing if the real Albedo shows up.
Notes: If you don't want to deal with Albedo coming and trying to murder his Shadow, lemme know. I would also appreciate it if you said what day this is happening sometime in the first post.

Albedo's shadow was as graceful and in control of his movements as his original as he moved through the streets of Prospero, but anyone who knew the white haired man would easily be able to tell something was off, even before seeing the piercing yellow eyes. Where Albedo moved with confidence and practically radiated arrogance, his Shadow stood a little hunched, keeping his gaze lowered.

Albedo spent every Dark Hour entertaining himself by slaughtering lesser Shadows, and didn't really have a favored hunting ground. But the yellow eyed copy wasn't going to object. Perhaps if he found some of the people most important to Albedo and told them how he really felt, his original would have no choice but to own up to his real feelings? Even Albedo couldn't predict himself sometimes, so the Shadow didn't know, but it had to be worth a try.

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The Shadow paused when the attack hit Albedo, hand hovering prepared to launch another attack. Its eyes flitted between the two URTVs, seemingly waiting to decide how to attack next.

The pain of the burns would have likely incapacitated a normal person, but Albedo brushed a finger over his burned flesh with a thoughtful hum, taking in this new sensation of lasting severe pain.

"I already told you, Nigredo. This thing is but a pale imitation of what I used to be. A shadow of myself, even. I doubt I can do that repeatedly, but that attack could only have killed a fragile target."

"Albedo. Be quiet. Stop poking at it, you're just going to make it worse. And you..." He said, turning to the shadow.

Oh how he wants to put his hands around that things neck but right now it's up to him to be the calmer one, though he does not regret his earlier outburst.

"You are getting no where, especially if you insist on half killing him. This situation has gotten out of either of your control."

The Shadow looked at Nigredo with frustration, but lowered its hand. "We're out of time anyway. But don't think I've given up."

With that, the Shadow and White Rider vanished as the Dark Hour expired.

As Shadow and Persona vanished, Albedo allowed himself what he intended to be a slight relaxation, but as the adrenaline from the fight wore off, he found his body was exhausted. He staggered as the weakness took hold, but still tried to move to reclaim his knife. A few steps in, however, one of his legs buckled and he dropped to one knee, breathing heavily.

"Tsk...it's a wonder humanity survived so long bound by such frail flesh."

"You learn to deal really quickly. Look. Stay still for a minute. I'll grab your knife and we are going somewhere to get you looked at." Gaignun didn't think that Albedo would go to the hospital with out a fight, but he wasn't sure if this could be taken care of at the hotel.

Alright, so he's covering his worry with frazzled fussing. Deal with it. Just be glad you're not Rubedo. He'd be hoisted off the ground by now. Once he'd grabbed the weapon he returned to his brother's side, helping him up.

Albedo was strongly tempted to try to move again simply to spite his younger brother, but he couldn't get to his feet on his own. His hand clenched against the ground as Nigredo went to retrieve the fallen knife.

"I'm not going to spend however long it takes me to recover from this cooped up in a hospital, Nigredo."

Nevertheless, he reluctantly accepted Nigredo's help getting to his feet and leaned more of his weight than his pride was comfortable with on his brother's shoulder.

"I know." The 'I don't like them either' was left unsaid at the end of that sentence. "I suppose we can go back to the hotel but I don't know how much I am going to be able to do on my own." He continued, looping his arm gingerly around Albedo's waist for more support.

"Heaven knows what Jr. is going to do once he hears about this."

"I'd rather deal with this on my own than subject myself to the whims of a group of people who claim to know what's best for me."

He didn't say it, but the implication that it was too akin to the Institute was blatant.

"And I'm sure I can handle however Rubedo deigns to express his displeasure."

"You'd scare off half the staff anyways." Gaignun grumbled, hauling him along. "I do however reserve the right to call in some help if it does prove to be more troublesome then you think." He was not about to let Albedo suffer too needlessly after all.

"Yes, you might be able to handle it, but think of the furniture! Someone has to pay for it after all."

"You say that like it wouldn't be on purpose." Albedo smirked, though he doubted Nigredo could see it from his position, and did his best to walk as close to on his own as he could.

"I think Rubedo can afford to pay for whatever he breaks by now."