Trial the First

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Who: Jade Curtiss and anyone who would like to join in the plot! (Fighting will be involved)
When: Late evening the 23rd
Where: Central Plaza
Style: Action or Prose!
Status: Open

[Jade had been somewhat missing from the apartments. After all, the man hadn't been in his right head. Something had just begun to deteriorate. He was still there enough to know that he needed to be around the Coral for now, just to keep himself sane and... well, alive. He was currently sitting on top of the Coral, murmuring to himself and reciting what sounded like some kind of chant. It flitted between what sounded like an equation and just mumbles in some other language.

In his hands was a small glyph, constantly shifting and moving under his gaze. What he was attempting was unknown, but he seemed solely focused on it and it alone, whatever he was saying having some impact on the shining lines floating above his hands.]

Comments

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[What Guy will actually feel is what seems to be something invading. It's scanning everything, glazing over every fonon and frequency it can find. It lasts all of a few seconds, sapping energy and picking him over for information.]

[relinquishing]

[WELL that was not what Guy was expecting to feel at all. It's a very uncomfortable few seconds, the feeling only present long enough for Guy to recoil a bit with a grunt, shoulders drawing up and lashing out unsuccessfully with one arm in an attempt to make it stop.]

J-jade, c... cut it out--!

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[The process done and Guy's data collected, Jade turned on his heel, glancing back once at the boy. He muttered something incoherently and his spear vanished. Whatever it was, Jade headed away at a quick trot, further ignoring Guy as his feet carried him surprisingly calmly away. However, he was limping somewhat, a little blood now and again hitting the ground. Despite the injury, Jade wasn't terribly slowed. Whether it was a testament to Jade's pain tolerance or simply the fact that his mind was so scrambled wasn't clear just yet.]

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[relinquishing]

[He should pursue Jade. He should, he has to. But even rolling onto his knees makes Guy's head spin violently. By the time the blonde can force himself to look back up, Jade had already vanished, the blood against the cobblestone the only marker of the direction the man went.

It's something, at least. It's a direction. More than either he or Peony had before now. Guy has every intention to follow that as soon as he has the energy to stand. For right now, he gingerly works at rolling the charred fabric away from his injured arm, forcing himself to sit up enough to reach out and touch the coral. There we will stay for however long it takes, until the burn on his arm is little more than the light traces of a scar.

Damn it all, Jade.]