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: 2009-07-22 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.