Mixing Magicks (Miro)

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Mixing Magicks (Miro)

Postby Minerva Agatha Zipporah on August 15th, 2012, 7:02 pm

66th Day of Summer, 512 AV
Morning

Tock made her way into the classroom on her crutches, grumbling about having to make use of them again. The Automaton was proving more useful than she could ever have imagined, though at this point she was thinking it needed some serious upgrades. The movement was so lurchy, the four wooden poles that made the legs shifting with clumsy movements as they carried her into the room. She was held up in the device by wooden supports under her arms, with leather straps across her chest and over her shoulders. The crutch legs extended from under the arm supports, moving under their own power, guided by the touch of her fingers upon the metal discs attached to the front.

She got the usual stares, though she was quite used to them. Some of the students weren't shocked to see the Automated crutches, having seen them in classes with her earlier in the season. She'd been injured quite badly the first week of summer, and had needed the crutches then, too. This time, she was suffering from a bad gash across her stomach, from a fight a few days ago. Technically, she should have still been in bed. But her friend Iris had helped heal the wound somewhat with her power, closing it enough that it wasn't potentially fatal any longer. The rest of the wound was stitched up and bandaged. Thus, as long as she took it easy, she'd be fine.

And since the crutches held her completely off the ground, her feet dangling a few inches above the floor, she could ride them without aggravating her wound at all. Though getting down was a bit of an issue.

She piloted her crutches to a seat near the back, and started unstrapping herself, taking a few breaths as she readied to lower herself into a seat. The professor surely wouldn't have minded giving her the day off, but she wanted to learn, and she could NOT handle one more day of sitting in the infirmary...
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Postby Miro on August 31st, 2012, 6:14 am

Miro was late to class, but it seemed Rayage was late as well. Odd for somebody like him, he wondered what was more important than being ready for class. It was rare for Miro to even arrive in class at all. Not many had paid any attention to him, as far as he could tell. Today though, the class looked dead. But one person in particular looked quite determined, despite her startling appearance. She used a contraption to walk, likely a product of animation. It looked as if she was injured, perhaps seriously, yet still came to class. As boring as things could be, perhaps the class would yield a lesson.

Next to the girl was an empty seat. It would put him away from Rayage if he were to enter, but it would allow him to meet this person. She seemed different, almost reminding him of Alvadas in some way. Perhaps it was the mystery and confusion involved in examining her. So far, everything in this city had been foreign. The lack of performers created a more serious attitude, and yet for all of their hard work, so very few impressed. At the very least, despite women dressing and looking different, they still were quite beautiful. For all of the rush Miro felt in Alvadas to do something, in Zeltiva he only felt a duty to learn.

Learn he would, starting with this girl. The boy casually walked to the seat adjacent hers. It took a moment to be sure he would not bump her contraption, but still did not seem to draw much attention. He turned to look at her with worried expression. He would be careful not to reveal his fangs when talking. While some may find them exotic, in a few cases he was labeled a monster. There was something to that claim, considering how much he could enjoy spilling blood, but his teeth did not hint at such a thing. Miro moved towards the girl, leaning over a bit. He was ready to talk, but unsure if his urge to manipulate should be suppressed.

"Hey, where is Professor Rayage? I have never seen him late. Not ever in my life. His love for teaching alchemy is his life. I sure hope something isn't wrong, I am getting worried." What he should do and what he would do were two different things, and of course, Miro could not resist the urge to act childish. It was not something he was used to, but leading people along on false claims was a rush of its own. Something dark in him craved it. Another familiar craving was starting to appear as well, one that would need some control, for it would reveal him as a monster.

Part of him did not care how the girl would respond, he had something else in mind. It would work to his advantage if he showed genuine acts of worry. What he wanted was for her to share in his will to go and find the man. Something told Miro that if Ray was not here, it meant he had better things to do. For now he would ignore this girls injury, however awful it was of him. Nothing exciting ever happened in Zeltiva, it was killing him. If things did not become exciting he may find himself committing crimes to stir things up.

A desperate need to be understood overcame him. Nothing he said would make her understand. He needed to show her how he felt. Miro began to focus his djed in his throat. What he was going to say was already planned, but those words would carry more weight. His voice would convey his feelings, better than his words could. The rush of using hypnotism made him want to cringe with excitement. To hold such a power made him crave its understanding.

Miro's face grew more grave and worried. He looked over, staring into the girl's eyes. He did not care if she looked back, his mind was focused on bringing everything together. He began to ready his voice, knowing it needed to sound higher, honestly upset. That was the exact emotion wanted to convey. She would have to return his concern, surely. There was something about this woman, she seemed driven, yet that was not it. A familiar hidden quality, something appealing tucked away.

Everything was prepared, now came his favorite part. Casting a spell would give him that all too familiar release of djed. He did worry what Ray was up to, but only so he could be a part of it. Whatever he was doing had to be more fun than class. With a deep breath in, he imagined the empathy that caused one's own heart to ache for another. That burn from seeing another in agony searing your heart. His words would hold this quality, however slight and subtle it would be.

"Something is wrong. Rayage would not skip class without giving notice to us." He began to breathe heavier, still not convinced he would be successful. He just sat there, his head lowered, holding it with his hands. Forcing his influence on others was draining in such a way, leaving him feeling weak mentally. It was always the case when not able to make contact. Simply touching the person initiated the necessary link much easier, but without any strain he would not progress. Hypnotism required mental finesse, something that would need work.

What he wanted was to tempt this girl. A plausible idea came to mind, but he was pushing things. Something about making of fool of himself was entertaining. He was glad Ender had not made a peep, but it was only a matter of time before he would break his concentration. No doubt the creature sitting on his wrist was building his ammo. Things were going to turn around though. Today would show him that fun could be found if one were to look. He needed only to seek it out.

Miro built his djed in his hand. He would not send an emotion, but rather give his words a more lasting feeling. Speaking the words while using djed to give them force. Perhaps it would fail and a substitute would come in Rayage's stead before he could act. The childish emotions often ruled his actions, but things had been out of hand. Since leaving the Colosseum, life had been missing something. Being kept from killing for so long did things to him.

The boy continued to breathe hard and stood up as if he was alarmed. Still, he was not hearing much of anything being said to him. At least he was ready to cast again, the drain of djed would drown away his boredom. If that was all that was left to fill him up, he would have to spill his soul out and forget it all. Another attempt at hypnotism was ready in his mind. With any luck he would get results, to find he was using the magic correctly.

His goal was to touch the girl and to speak his message in tandem. It would cast the spell easily, and save him the trouble of trying to impose his will in a less direct way, as such methods were taxing on his mind. Miro leaned in and placed his hand atop the girl's, staring her in the eyes. The message was repeating in his head over and over, ready to release his djed as the incantation would be spoken.

"Please help me! I am sorry to seem so upset, but I am worried. Rayage has been taking care of me since I came to Zeltiva. I lost my family in Alvadas before moving here. He is all I have left in this world." Such words were true in how Miro saw things, but the details had been twisted. It was a cruel thing to do, yet somehow he felt justified in his actions. At the very least, he had no ill intentions. He was attempting to abuse good will, but meant no harm. That slight silver lining was enough however.
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Postby Minerva Agatha Zipporah on September 1st, 2012, 12:18 am

Tock was barely getting settled into her seat when some kid next to her started complaining that the professor was late. At first sue just rolled her eyes and said, "Oy, 'ow should I know where 'e is, aye? Probably what busy turnin' sommat inta sommat else somewhere, aye?" She knew, or at least suspected, a thing or two about the teacher that indicated he engaged in some 'extracurricular activities' that he wouldn't want anyone knowing about. Hell, she'd made him a pair of Automatons that she was quite sure he wasn't using for class purposes. "Mind yer business an' work on some formulas o' somethin'," she told him. The teacher's business outside of class was no concern of theirs. The Gods knew Tock herself did plenty of things away from school that she wouldn't want anyone else knowing about. If the teacher was doing the same, her philosophy on it was if he stayed out of her affairs, she'd stay out of his.

She took out her book and started going over formulas, figuring that if the teacher was late, she could continue trying to puzzle out some of her own ideas, such as how to make Alchemical spider's silk. But the kid next to her kept yapping about Rayage, acting like there must be something wrong. His worry seemed to be contagious, since Tock started to feel an unusual twinge of concern herself. She grumbled and tried to push it down, having more important things to do than go off searching for teacher.

When he touched her hand, she snatched it away, having no desire to be touched by a stranger. She wanted to snap at him for acting like such a baby, though when she looked into his eyes, she felt a strong urge to help him. Which irritated her. It was like that feeling she got when she was down at the infirmary, helping the sick kids. Part of her wanted to help, and part of her wanted to tell him to piss off. Which in turn made her feel guilty.

But the simple fact of the matter was, there was nothing she COULD do to help. She was, for the time being, a cripple. And on top of that, she didn't have the first clue how or where to find the teacher. So she decided to alleviate her guilt and the urge to help simply by suggesting, "If'n yer so worried, why ain'tcha go down ta 'is office an' check on 'im, aye?" That would get him out of her hair, and she could at least feel like she had done something to help him.
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