fortunefail | - 89 [Action]

[It's Thursday evening and the sun is slowly beginning to set. As dusk falls, Luceti residents who are near the south east edge of the village may notice a peculiar shimmering in the bushes. Like dancing sparkles, if you will. They may easily be mistaken for fireflies, but that is far from the truth.

Yuan has returned from his (silent) kidnapping and mana is literally evaporating from his body. Bright sparkles are rising up from his skin, before fading into the night air. Not to mention the peculiar smell coming from him. Evaporating mana emits a rather unique aroma that's neither pleasant nor unpleasant. The best way to decribe it would be... 'odd'. It's both a curious situation and an extremely embarrassing one, which is why he makes sure to stick to the forest's edge as he slowly makes his way home. He'd reach house 8 a lot faster if he crossed through the village itself, but he'd rather take a detour than make himself the center of attention.

All the way around the northern edge of the village he goes, but the closer he gets to house 8, the more exhausted he feels. Losing mana is like losing life and the more he pushes himself, the greater the fight to stay conscious. He'll get there eventually! Anyone is free to spot the peculiar sparkling man along the way.]

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All right, then that seems more reasonable.

All right. [As long as Raine doesn't mind the detour, because he's still flat-out refusing to go through the village.]

[Oh, no, they're just mysterious sparkles. Oh well.

...Are there more of them by that tree? She should go find out!

...

...?]

Yuan? Are you looking for the sparkles, too?

Of course. It was pleasant to meet you, Yuan. I hope to see and hear from you more...when you aren't so afflicted.

[He offers a hand, and a smile]

[He shakes that hand with as much of a smile as he can manage. Really, it's more of a wry smirk.]

Yes, well, I'm sure I'll be around.

[Oh hey, it's Gr- ... Wait, what?]

... No. No, I'm not.

That's good...

[Except Emil doesn't really look like he's paying that much attention to what Yuan just said. He seems a little... distracted for some reason.]

[Yuan frowns mildly at the lack of response.]

So... You can go home now.

Oh. [Oh well.]

They're very pretty, aren't they?

[...What's that smell?]

[He looks up at the sparkles. ... He'd probably be able to appreciate them more if they didn't signify a slow and steady death.]

... They have their charm.

I wonder where they come from.

[Grune: the most observant person in all of Luceti.]

[It takes a moment to recover from unleashing the spell, but it doesn't look like that window of opportunity helped Yuan at all. Mithos smirks at his collapsed form, so low and pathetic - everything Yuan deserves to be. It's not good enough. The spell didn't hit, he didn't get hurt enough.

He takes a few careful steps closer, still maintaining distance, eyes never wavering from the other half-elf. It's a shame he doesn't have a sword handy. He could skewer him easily like this.] Good evening, Yuan.

[He doesn't give much time for him to return the greeting. Another high level spell so soon is too much for his body to handle - which is highly unfortunate and highly frustrating - but he can muster a basic lightning spell quickly enough. Something so lowly...it's more than a little degrading, but if it's toward the cause of retribution? Worth it. Do enjoy that, miserable traitor.]

It's an effect that occurs when mana evaporates.

[He doesn't mind telling Grune this sort of thing. Even if she does understand, she'll likely forget about the specifics within a few days.]

[No no no no! Yuan is fighting with all his might to stagger back to his feet the moment Mithos speaks, but it's only a clumsy movement. In his haste, he just ends up losing his balance again. He falls back down and moments later, lightning crashes through his body.

This is usually the sort of thing he can handle. Lightning is his element, but now that the mana in his body is in disarray, the magic has a far greater effect. He can't stop himself- he cries out in pain.

And then it's gone again. He's not getting up. He just can't muster enough energy to get up.]

Oh... okay.

[... but he's not moving.]

Oh. [Beat.] What's mana?

It's a sort of energy.

...

[Fine, then Yuan will just have to start moving, himself. Still at a slow, agonizing pace.]

[He slowly closes the distance between them, staring down in undisguised disgust and hatred.]

Did you think you could hide from me? [This is where he would love to grind his boot into the back of Yuan's skull, but unfortunately he isn't quite there in the rehabilitation process. He'll have to settle for shifting his weight further and prodding Yuan with his crutch, intent on pushing his face down into the dirt.]

Edited 2012-04-29 20:05 (UTC)

[And Yuan would love more than anything to be able to defend himself. To just launch some lightning of his own Mithos' way, or at least draw a sword, but he's been rendered effectively useless. The most he can do is try to roll out of the crutch's way before it can shove him down too far.]

Mithos... Stop it. [That's a useless order. He knows it's useless. He just doesn't know what else to say.]

It's very pretty.

[She...still hasn't worked out that this is a bad thing yet. orz]

[... and Emil will just sort of be wandering after him without even realizing it. Congratulations, Yuan, you've got a barnacle.]

[Once he realizes he's actually being followed, Yuan stops walking again and turns to face Emil.]

What?

Mmh. [He pauses for a moment, before changing the subject.]

You shouldn't be out by yourself at this hour, Grune.

Shouldn't I?

[Hadn't someone said that to her before? Hmm....]

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