Palom of Mysidia

Memories:
1%: Scene of Palom and Porom being taught magic by the Elder of Mysidia.  [gift from Joachim]
1%: Family Life - Absent parents, Elder as surrogate [activity check 10/7-10/20]
5%: General information pertaining to Mysidia, black and white magic, and mages [blizzard and christmas gifts]

Abilities:
1%: Fire  [gift from Yuri Petrov]
1%: Blizzard [apple picking]
1%: Thunder [apple picking]
1%: Sleep [halloween costume]
1%: Poison [halloween costume swap]
1%: Pig [gingerbread house log]
1%: Blizzara [activity check 10/21 - 11/3]
1%: Thundara [activity check 11/4 - 11/17]
1%: Fira [blue oni log]
1%: Break [blue oni log]
1%: Bio [blue oni log]
1%: Toad [activity check 11/18 - 12/1]
1%: Warp [activity check 12/2 - 12/16]

Remaining:
1% Activity Check 12/17 - 1/22
1% Activity Check 1/23 - 2/5
1% Activity Check 2/6 - 2/19
1% Activity Check 2/20 - 3/4
2% Green Goo Event

The following is a listing of Palom's regains after events, his important possessions including those picked up over the course of the plot, and his character relationships with family members and friends.  If your character is not listed here but would like to be, or if you would like the description of the CR to be changed, please feel free to email me at dli17000@yahoo.com or send me a PM.


( Regains: Black Magic )
( Regains: Possessions )

[action]
[Oh, gosh.  How adorable.  Today, there is what looks almost like a lemonade stand set up outside 1448 Mitchell Road, complete with smiling, cherubic face shining forth underneath a large sign that reads . . . um.

WILL USE MAGIC SPELLZ TO IMPROOF LIFE FOR MONEE OR COOKIES

Whoever passes by will be treated to a little boy shouting:]

Heyyyy!  Hey, you!  Wouldn't life be a lot more fun with magic in it?  You've always dreamed of being able to cast awesome spells, right?!  Well!  Now you've got the chance to get the next best thing!  Me following you around for a week!

[He will beam.]

[voice, after a long day of what's probably a series of disappointments]
Sheesh.  None of you appreciate me.  There must be someone else in this dumb town who's a mage.  Black mages?  Anyone in town?  Any magic at all?

. . . Not you, Relm, delusions of grandeur don't count. 

[phone, public]
...........the best ..... ever!  Mia, Shiraasan, Canada, come over here and look!  Where are you guys?!  Look, it's trying to pick up the knife, this is so cool, it's like a zombie turkey or something does anyone have like that thing that freezes moments in time so we can look at this again late -- Whoa!  H-Hey, stop -- No, put that down hey no not -- OOOOOWWW how the YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE LIMBS STOP THAT.

MIAAAAA!
DO YOU REMEMBER HOW WE SAID I COULD ONLY BLOW UP THE HOUSE ONCE EVERY FEW WEEKS or so and only when I really had to please please please i really want to blowuptheturkeyitkeepstryin.....

[The voice fades away.  Palom will take calls about his homicidal turkey after a massive explosion resounds through the telephone, though.]

[Rise and shine, Mia, Canada, Shiraasan, Kumajiro!  It is 7:00 in the morning and you have all just been woken by the most obnoxious screaming you've ever heard in your life.  Thankfully, Palom is not a selfish person, and he knows the drill.  He's on the phone to share the joy in less than five minutes.]

THIS CRAPPY PLACE AGAIN?!? 

This blows!  Who the heck dares to kidnap Palom the Great twice?!  You're just asking for a fireball up the wazoo, Grody!  You hear me!?  The wazoo.  That means your butt!

 . . .

Hey . . . !  Hey, I've still got some of my sp -- Er. . ..... Oops.

[There is the sound of crackling flames and then sketchy static.]

So who got some awesome stuff back?! Check it out -- My mage robes! Wow, it feels good to finally get to wear something normal. Or well. Something way cooler than stupid Relm's clothes, anyway. If I'd only gotten them back before Halloween, I definitely could've spared you a lot of time making a costume, Mia.

It looks like everything turned out fine after all, so it's a good thing we all voted when we did. I checked around outside and the weather looks the way it always did before this stuff happened. And even the plants in the yard have recovered; the house has been totally repaired even though the ceiling was starting to melt through. I heard this was called acid rain -- It sounds like a cool spell to learn, but I don't know what you guys do to your worlds to make this stuff happen naturally.

Anyway, I'm hungry. You promised pancakes the morning after everything was over, Canada, but I'm kinda bored of waiting for you to wake up. I'm just gonna make some eggs and hot chocolate. Fresh milk's just been dropped off.

[click]

((Because it's Palom's fault that his house is getting poisoned milk, it's only fair that he suffers the consequences, right? Unless someone warns him in the first three comments posted, he'll be ingesting poison. If that happens, this entry will receive an edit and all comments afterward should be in response to it.))

[filtered to absolutely no one]
ATTENTION ALL STUPID HALF-BAKED WANNABE FEMALE MAGES WITH COOTIES NAMED RELM.

. . . You on the phone yet? Your presence is hereby requested at 1448 Mitchell Road.  You can bring your fake brother, too.

[To Mia, Canada, Shiraasan, Jigglypuff]
I figure if she's stuck in that house with a doppelganger, she could crash at our place for a while.  You guys OK with that?

[action post]
Like many of the others, he'd received a favor from the mayor recently -- But for some odd reason, he'd hesitated until a few days ago to actually go to the store and check it out.  The item was definitely a bit strange.  A single piece of paper, with only a single word written on it.  Twincast.  To anyone else, it would have meant nothing.  But the moment Palom had read that piece of paper, it was as if he'd suddenly become more . . . complete.  As if there had been a gap somewhere that had gone unnoticed until it was actually filled.

If Mayfield worked anything like he thought it would, there was one other person who had received the exact same favor.  He'd asked her to come over that afternoon, but he couldn't wait any longer.  9:00 sharp, Palom was knocking on the door of 772 Bunker.

((No need to respond in log form.))

Hmmmmmmmmm.  If it worked for her . . . . . . .

[Knock knock knock! Palom is at YOUR door! No, it doesn't matter who you are or where you live.  Unless you're Crazy Scarf-Eye-Killy Person.  And Crazy Maya-Hating Person.  And even that woman who killed Crazy Maya-Hating Person.  Asura, Matt Engarde, and Sakuya's houses will be skipped.]

Hiya! My name is Palom, and it's a real pleasure to meet you even if I've already met you before and even if I'm lying out of my teeth. I'm going door-to-door collecting delicious sweets, candies, and pastries to assist the children of the neighborhood in their heroic work to turn into sugar crazed addicts escape this town.

Would you have any such things you wouldn't mind parting with? Anything would be a great help!  Urgh, how does she manage to get that heart hanging over her head?  I'm gonna have to settle with a   Lalalala~ Hearts and flowers ~ La ~

[Do you have the heart to say 'no' to this excruciatingly sort-of adorable boy?]

((With sincere apologies to Hustino.))

[An action post]

Palom stood in front of the grocery store, his face pressed up tightly against the glass.  It would not have been entirely out of character for him to merely salivate and stare, dreams of ice cream and sweets fluttering through his mind.  But no.  Other thoughts were occupying the boy's head.  Namely: was it worth it to try?  If he succeeded, he'd be a hero.  That was provided that the food was actually real, of course, and not some sort of projected illusion like the weird little guy's stand.  And if he didn't succeed, the worst thing that could happen would be the so-called brainwashing.  A day, two days.  Didn't really matter.  At least he wouldn't be hungry then.  And maybe he could even have a go at roasting ol' Grady in his own fats; so far as he knew, nobody with his sort of abilities had gone up against the policeman before.

In the end, it didn't really matter.  He'd come here knowing that he was gonna try.  No point in second guessing himself.  Best mage in Mysidia!, he mentally cried out.  You helped save the world!  C'mon, let's go for it!

The circle of magic was already beginning to glow under his feet.  Palom would've felt a lot more certain if he'd had Blizzaga or Quake, but the thing about the simpler spells was his intimate familiarity with every aspect of the casting.  When he summoned Fire, he knew exactly the path that the magic would take, flowing through his body, knew the blaze of power that would cause a momentary blindness, knew the glow of the runes etching themselves into the ground only to vanish without a trace.  The boy spread his hands wide as he aimed the magic straight at the window panes, a silent stream of intense heat and fiery plasma that soon had the glass glowing red hot.  Seamlessly, he switched to a different incantation, replacing the fire with a gust of sub-zero wind -- the hope was that alternating heat and cold would eventually cause the glass to collapse.  Hopefully sometime before he did.

[You're welcome to notice, of course.  I expect his efforts will all be for nothing.]