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Dolo lumbers through the village square, looking at all the pretty things for sale! Shiny shiny! He heads to the Smithy first, seemingly attracted to the sound of metal on metal.

Albert jumps a little at Alex patting his shoulder. His expression isn't unpleasant, but his face does plainly display an expression of surprise. Then, it softens a little, as he moves his fingers back to his hair to brush them untangled. With a small push of psychic energy, his glasses re-align himself on his face. "Thank... thank you, Alex."

He takes another breath. Not sharp, not haggard - an action to regain some semblance of self-control. A slight smile curls on his face. "'No homo', though? How disappointing." He still looks a little frazzled, but he turns to the rest of the room again, adopting that look of smooth concern. "Is everyone okay? I'm not entirely sure this happened when I fell from the sky. My memory's not entirely reliable, however."

"... This is another Awakening." Albert breathes, still looking over at the unconscious Rand, hands folded on his lap as he lets his blonde bangs obscure his eyes. "My memory is hazy... but I remember, when I first came into this universe..." He inhales through his nostrils sharply. "... Well, it's something like another Awakening, anyways."

Well, that's going well. Something to think about while plotting Alex's impromptu-not-so-impromptu therapy session. Albert doesn't know who the Gibbering Sultan is, but the fact that even Alex is wary of the being - the boy who wanted to draw power from a hurricane, broke down when his friends didn't like that, and then proceeded to try to do it anyway - was even more evidence that this being wasn't something Albert wanted to be around for very long. As if the crushing presence wasn't enough.

"We should... we should go. Shel...ter."

No, no, no, no, no. No. No violence. No. "Everyone... calm... down...!" Alex groans from his position on the ground, shakily trying to get back up with minimal success.

The lull in the battle is enough - just enough - for Albert to gain some semblance of control over his mind once again. He plants a foot down into the floor, legs straight, and then its' sibling next to it. He stands, hands clutching his temples, teeth grit tight, tight enough to hurt his gums a little... before he opens his eyes, each pupil glowing bright pink.

"Setzen," he slurs, eyelids twitching as he stares at the shadowy projection, still slobbering all over the room. Its' eyes scan around, at the walls, at the furniture, at the other students, at Albert. "Setzen," he repeats, narrowing his eyes at Dog Eat Dog.

It makes a single paw-step towards him, growling lowly. Albert's hands clench fiercely, his hair bunching up between his fingers. "Setzen!" He commands, a faint flash of pink flaring from his forehead. The beast shakes a little, its' shadowy form spasming and churning, before it collapses - the pile of limbs it devolves into a mere approximation of 'sitting'. Albert sighs with relief.

Relief which is rapidly dashed when he's forcibly transported into the downpour, next to the other students - with more of these electric figures around them. He could probably have read that this was going to happen, but... dammit, dammit. This still makes his legs shake, as if he wants to kneel down in despair.

No. Control. His eyes flick to the projection, getting up onto its' heels even at the mere hint of Albert's agitation. If he loses control, Dog Eat Dog is let loose right with it. Control. Something he always had trouble with maintaining. But that's why he went to Eventide in the first place, isn't it? Further his skills, develop himself into someone who could overcome that? He was lucky he kept the thing from trying to eat Scarlet or Idunna or Alex back in the room, but this time he won't be lucky.

'Cause he'll be in control instead.

"Jagen," Albert breathes simply, and this time his projection follows the command without a second of fuss, diving into the ground to continue it's feast of destruction.

Hunt one of the other two elementals! Doesn't really matter which!

Albert Szondi Ego wasn't usually a violent person.

He wouldn't showcase any aggressive or physically inclined tendencies in public or private, wether he was by himself or around other people. Perhaps a little too forward at times, perhaps his words weren't always the best articulated, and perhaps - perhaps, he was just a bit creepy. But he was friendly, he was kind. He knew how probing his profession - his powers, could be. He was fine with that, of course, but he had done his best to at least make sure nobody else got uncomfortable with it, after day one, at least.

But schizophrenia didn't exactly allow one the comfort of being their best self at all times. He's had one breakdown in pretty much as many months - a respectable achievement, considering - and even then he dug into his self-control as tightly as possible, and it passed with hardly any incident. It wasn't the worst thing that happened to him, nor was it the worst he could be.

So when it came time to develop his own... projection, his own psychic manifestation, he held it under as much care as he could. He clutched it with mental chains, binds, iron balls. Albert wasn't usually a violent person, and he didn't want to be.

All this means that he wasn't very prepared for Dog Eat Dog's first howling breach into reality, it's first growling dive into the floor, where he could still feel it's primal urge to destroy, demanding he let it eat everything in sight, to the electric beings to the furniture to the walls to his friends to him to Alex -

He wasn't prepared. Too little, he had too little control over the thing, the decision to let it bite off so much of his mind was an impulse one - and now the best he could do was point it. Point it at one of the electrical beings, shape it's grotesquerie towards the figures, as he collapses to the floor and focuses and focuses and focuses.

An iota of an iota of a thought in his straining mind wonders if he couldn't ask Scarlet to bake another pizza after this. He'd need the comfort food.

Send DED after the one Scarlet attacks.