<******** it, I'm going for this, decided Babylon, laying a casual hand on Titan's bicep. He didn't think that anything bad could possibly come from trying to pass energy to the captain - at worst, it probably just wouldn't work. He hummed briefly, and to his great surprise, felt the energy flowing. When stars bloomed in front of his eyes, he eased off and leaned back.
He'd tried to tell Titan before that even if he were to leave the Negaverse, his power would remain, but he hadn't been doing a good job of it because the distinction seemed to always get lost somewhere. It was not a discussion to have again tonight - not when Titan hadn't specifically brought the matter up.
"People change sides all the time," he shrugged, looking over towards Mistral. The next point was hers to answer, not his.
Romeo Wilco
Ivynian
Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2014 12:50 pm
"I'm not sure what you mean," she said, watching Mendel beg for pets from the massive Captain. "I was attacked and I found this ring and then I just…" She gestured to her uniform. "As you see." She shrugged a little helplessly, kicking her feet out in front of her. With the summer coming on hard, her uniform was a little warmer than she would like, but she supposed she'd welcome it later when the winter came around.
She folded her hands in her lap. "I swore my power to Mistral," she said. But she shouldn't say more; hadn't her space uncle told her that they'd wiped Mistral from the records to protect the secrets it held? She had no idea if the Negaverse still had the capability to get to her homeworld. The risk seemed greater than the benefit, here. "It's my home?"
Mistral looked up to Babylon, chewed at her bottom lip. He would tell her if she was saying something wrong, wouldn't he? "Do you mean you swore to a person? Who?"
Silverah
Ivynian
shibrogane
Stellar Lightbringer
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2014 9:06 pm
Babylon's hand initially didn't really register- a friend and high lord afforded a lot in the way of allowing the other man to fuss Titan as he desired. It was once the energy started, that Titan's grey eyes widened and he looked over at Babylon with some gentle alarm and surprise, covering the man's hand with his own until he leaned back away. "What...."
There was still some dizziness, but the severe vertigo was gone. Now was the temporary, light turn world like going down a kill skiing or the first drop of a coaster. The creeping sickness and twist in his gut was gone. He didn't feel muscle trembles or nausea, didn't feel like he was possibly going to drop uniform or drop into sleep at any moment. It was like having eaten a starseed without all the frantic, drug-like highs. He caught the retreating hand with both his own, looking to catch the too-blue, glowing eyes to search them.
He does not spend himself for my stupidity, does he? Mistral's answer was heard but not yet registered in the slow pate. "Lord?"
Silverah
Romeo Wilco
Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2014 9:40 pm
Babylon smiled at Titan as his shock registered. "Kind of a neat trick I picked up," he said, not fighting the hold on his hands. Doubtlessly the captain had questions, but Babylon himself didn't fully understand what had happened to him out in space - only that he had returned with certain newfound talents. "I think it came with the new uniform."
Once he had some answers of his own, he'd be able to explain it better, but until then Titan would have to be content with Babylon's fumbling for answers. "I'm just sharing some energy with you. Like a snack. It doesn't make me tired," he assured him, certain that that was the first question that came to mind. It didn't - mostly. He'd felt briefly dizzy, but he was better now.
When Babylon had carried his ancestor's starseed, he'd bled incredible amounts of energy. Now, he did not seem to be bleeding power anymore, but he still had it. Maybe it was residual radiation from his trip to the cauldron.
It was a great galactic mystery. "It didn't hurt you, right?" Babylon asked, slowly registering - Titan had called him lord. What -- what was he supposed to make of that?
"There's no pain. " He offered quietly, uncertain what that ultimately meant. There'd never been any magic, promotion, or otherwise that Titan had known that was the like. Everything was painful- whether bruising, breaking, burning, freezing or sickening.
Titan held still, looking between Babylon's face and the hand graciously allowed him in slow succession for a good minute. After a slow exhale, he let the hand free. It wasn't exactly seemly to just do that to a lord's hand, and the light flush of embarrassment was plain even in the dim across his Scandinavian pallor.
His feet and legs tested hale in moving them. Titan carefully shifted hands to knees and then raised up from the bench to his full height. It was probably obvious, but he tried to redirect his brain and the conversation to something even vaguely more comfortable than mooning at Babylon. Mistral has asked a question, and he'd just been lost. "Ja, my oath is to Obsidian. He is my Jarl. Though the power comes from the Konge...being part of the Negaverse is serving them and greater oaths, I guess. Though none were asked when I was raised up."
Silverah
Romeo Wilco
Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 10:36 pm
Babylon breathed a sigh of relief - he'd known how the healing magic worked for Order-aligned people, but it seemed only natural to think it might backfire. "There's a relief," he said. "It's useful magic, isn't it?" But Titan released his hand and stood, and he followed the tall man up. He thought he was starting to make sense of the foreign words. Konge. General king. Jarl. Commander. Maybe. Or General.
That would make sense, wouldn't it?
"Are you feeling right enough to make it home?" he asked the captain. Titan looked far more steady on his feet now than he had when they found him. "If you are, then I suppose this is where we leave you."
He glanced to Mistral. "As it is," he said, "It's getting late, and the pair of us ought to be getting home. I won't leave you if you're still unwell, of course."
Titan experimentally shifted, testing muscle groups in turns with trained familiarity, ending with clenching and unclenching his hands. "No, the sick has passed. Whatever your power...it helped. "
A bow followed the answer. "Don't let me keep you...Lord Babylon, thank you for your care. "
