Fourth Explosion
Jul. 19th, 2009 12:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alittleblackmagic[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.]
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.]
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Date: 2009-07-19 03:31 pm (UTC)She wished she could feel the magic, but that part of her was still sealed tight, no matter how she meditated or tried to draw it out of herself. But it was quite easy to see and hear. "Palom!" she hissed, looking around as she hurried over. "The police are going to see this," she said, but she watched what he was doing. Fire and Blizzard... that wasn't a bad idea, actually.
"How long have you been at this?"
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Date: 2009-07-20 01:29 am (UTC)" . . . A while." Palom paused for a breath, panting as he parked his butt onto the ground. "I don't think it's gonna work." And of course, all this effort had just gone to make him even hungrier. Staring at the food through the windows certainly didn't help matters; though there was soot and frost all over the glass, he could tell that it wasn't even close to breaking. If it was even glass at all.
"What're we gonna do, sis?" He continued after a short pause, wiping his sweaty hair out of his face. "Do ya think they'll give the food back if they find out who broke in?"
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Date: 2009-07-21 03:19 am (UTC)"I know... they seem to cover everything," said Porom with a frown. "Using fire and ice together was a good idea, though."
She sat next to him, a look of concern on her face. How much energy had he just burned up doing that? And in the summer, too... she shook her head at his question. "No. They already know who broke in--that's how people are brainwashed for punishment. They just want to turn us against each other and make us obey their rules."
She waited for him to recover more--but after that, she was going to take him back to her house and give him some of the little food she had managed to gather.
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Date: 2009-07-22 01:57 am (UTC)He noted the expression on Porom's face. "It's OK. They said we don't die here, so -- might as well do everything I can." The boy scooted over to a grassy section of the ground and flopped over backwards. "And yeah, you're probably right. But maybe once we start arguing and stuff, they'll give the food back anyway. Maybe we should fake it."
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Date: 2009-07-23 02:43 am (UTC)She frowned. "But I don't want to provoke some of the people in this town. I'm pretty sure one of them was suggesting cannibalism, or at least eating the drones. A fake argument could end up turning into murder if they get in on it."
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Date: 2009-07-24 03:08 am (UTC)Palom picked a stray clover and looked at it thoughtfully for several seconds. After which he proceeded to put it in his mouth.
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Date: 2009-07-24 06:14 pm (UTC)She glanced at the clover, but didn't say anything as Palom ate it. They were edible, after all. She didn't look for anything, though... she'd already had some clover and dandelion leaves today.
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Date: 2009-07-22 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-22 03:01 am (UTC)I'm starting to figure that out. Go and draw a person-sized hole on the glass or something.
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Date: 2009-07-22 03:10 am (UTC)[She draws the hole, but... nothing. Still not defeated, she draws a huge golem, as big as a car - the biggest she can manage at the moment. It pounds away at the glass fruitlessly until Relm finally flops onto the ground in exhaustion.]
...This is stupid.
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Date: 2009-07-22 03:14 am (UTC)[He flops back as well, having been sitting down the moment before.]
I'm starting to wonder why cows can eat grass and why we can't. Wanna give that a shot?
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Date: 2009-07-22 06:16 am (UTC)Grass is gross. I'm not a cow. You can eat it if you want.
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Date: 2009-07-23 01:07 am (UTC)*chew chew chew*
Yaf, isf nah wahkin. Ptooey!
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Date: 2009-07-23 01:26 am (UTC)You're dumb.
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Date: 2009-07-24 03:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-24 03:24 am (UTC)This town is.