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vatheon2012-05-12 04:31 pm
radiantwingedone) wrote in vatheon2012-05-12 04:31 pm
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???? - Zelos Wilder - 117th of the Human Category?
Who: Duke and Zelos
Where: Forest Quadrant
When: May 12th Afternoon
Style: Acton, prose, whichever o/
Status: Closed.
Duke is clearly not a particularly happy person, waiting for Zelos at the point where he'd taken the image. Of course, Duke is rarely a good person to describe as happy in the first place, but he's clearly not in a sad or just.. there mood this time. Maybe clearly. It is Duke.
Perhaps the most telling part of his mood is that he's not sitting with any small animal to pass the time. The forest is .. rather quiet in this area.
Where: Forest Quadrant
When: May 12th Afternoon
Style: Acton, prose, whichever o/
Status: Closed.
Duke is clearly not a particularly happy person, waiting for Zelos at the point where he'd taken the image. Of course, Duke is rarely a good person to describe as happy in the first place, but he's clearly not in a sad or just.. there mood this time. Maybe clearly. It is Duke.
Perhaps the most telling part of his mood is that he's not sitting with any small animal to pass the time. The forest is .. rather quiet in this area.
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[Everything is pain, ripping from the inside outward as the mana of the crystal reshapes his body. He can feel his skin hardening, taking on a green cast, his nails turning into sharp claws, his clothing beginning to tear as his body morphs and expands, muscles twisting and resituating. Every breath is an effort, sounding raw and labored. His head pulses, his vision swims...
He can't. He can't turn into a monster. He can't hurt anyone and Duke isn't leaving and everything hurts so badly from the tiniest nerve to the very core of his being, it's all excruciating.
He's still a coward, but even cowards have limits of what they can endure before they've had enough. With shaking hands, Zelos draws his sword. No one is going to have to kill him, loved ones or otherwise. He won't put anyone through that and...
and he needs the pain to stop now.
Grip wavering, Zelos plunges his sword into his own stomach. He'd meant for the chest, he'd meant for it to be quick but the pain wouldn't let him focus long enough. And yet... the mana of the crystal winds back into itself and Zelos's body returns to its normal shape. The feeling of his sword in his own abdomen is almost a relief after the intensity of that transformation.
The Chosen collapses onto his side, panting hard, and makes no move to pull the sword out.]
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This... was not what he wanted to happen. Yes, he can't stomach the idea of Zelos near Zelda, if Zelos had betrayed friends before. He wouldn't mind him being dead, if it wouldn't have upset Zelda. He wouldn't.. have had too much of a problem if his blade had found itself in Zelos in that strike. But. This is something he doesn't understand. The reaction; he doesn't understand that.
He doesn't like this situation. The mana had stabilized, and it would hurt Zelda to lose her friend.
Duke does not look particularly thrilled with that train of thought, but this is a start of a healing spell. ]
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[Zelos's voice is stronger than it should be, given the life leaking out of him onto the dried leaves and brambles, but only for that one command. The rest of his words are shaky at best, continuously interrupted with pauses and coughing. It hurts especially to cough, his abdominal muscles forced to contract around the still protruding sword.]
Don't... try and heal me. It'll... [He winces at a hard cough, a quiet groan following it and a long pause until he can continue.] It'll just go... out of control... again...
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... didn't intend.... [ But... it's mostly on a "because it would hurt zelda" level. The spell falls apart. ]
... very well.