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 Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2017 12:29 pm
"Well a torch won't help," he said firmly, "As I said, just don't look at the eyes."
He managed to go through exactly three nearly identical stacks of papers before he gave up, upturning Mark's spare laptop in the process. "Accounts? Do you mean for money?" Without waiting for Mikael to answer, he moved over to the next desk, a rather large one in at the far end of the room. The first drawer was decidedly locked, but he managed to pull about three different kinds of rulers from the second one, and what looked like a slightly cracked paperweight made of some crystalline glass, a red ink trapped in the center that gave it a marbled sort of look. The paperweight was also decidedly whispering at Mikael, just nonsensical words that tugged at the recesses of his senses.
Two highlighters and a box of staples later- "I found it, let's go." Despite saying 'let's go', he began to meticulously attempt to place everything back as it had been, starting with the rulers.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2017 5:28 pm
Mik didn't know how you went about looking at the eyes of darkness but he frankly never ever wanted to know. He made his way over to what Carl was looking though, nosily investigating the things he set aside. "Yeah I mean money, I mean isn't that what they do in offices?"
The paperweight caught his attention immediately and without the slightest thought about anything, he picked it up.
"This thing is neat." he said, because apparently things that whispered weird things were really cool.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2017 9:49 pm
He thought about Mark, and Mark's general appearance, and then Oz, and then the state of his hand-me-down clothing. "I don't think they are very good with money," he finally confessed, "I never see them write down receipts of anything, and-" here he lowered his voice to a whisper - "they're so poor they have some people stuck in dungeons as rooms."
As he spoke, he was still putting the last two highlights back in the proper place (he had forgotten if it was blue, then yellow or vice versa and was currently debating), and finally closed the drawer with a satisfactory click, grabbing the masking tape. "Okay where-"
And then he just stopped. And just stared. "You can see that?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 1:11 am
Mik nodded. "Yeah, I lived in a dungeon for a long time, it was really horrible, cold and damp with no windows. I guess they have people who just use up all the money."
The paperweight was turned around in his hands. "Sure I can." he said. "Can you hear the whispering too? It's a pretty cool effect. Wonder if it's magic."
Mikael was mostly oblivious to the weirdness of the island, not quite getting the borders between fantasy and reality very well. It was only hurting people that bothered him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 12:02 pm
The dungeon topic was entirely forgotten as Mik's reluctant helper turned suspicious. He did the only thing he could think about in this situation, which was take out one of the ruler again, and poke Mikael with it.
When the result proved just about as one might expect, he began to back away towards the only door exit in the room. "W-why don't you put that down, I think it's um, it's definitely cursed."
But the paperweight had its own ideas and a thought whispered to Mik quite loudly, telling him that shattering it would be a much better idea.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 12:29 pm
Mikael didn't seem too bothered to be prodded with a ruler, he simply leaned away from it like a cat from being petted.
"Doesn't look all that cursed, but ok, I'll put it down."
And he tossed it hard on the floor.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 12:52 pm
The strangest thing was the brief and very momentary lack of reaction from Mik's new buddy. He just stared at the shattered glass as the red bled out without any apathy-
- Before realization suddenly kicked in and he just stared at Mikael. "What did you just do."
Well, it was very obvious what Mik did, as a thousand red butterflies began to spawn from the pool of red, swarming around the two before shattering the windows and flying off all directions. All, but one butterfly, burying into Mik's neck to leave a strange red butterfly-shaped tattoo-
- That also left his eyes very, very red. Baneful Mik is for the most part himself except for the unrelenting need for Destruction. Tl;dr he contracted the red eyes virus, good job
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 1:29 pm
Mikael teetered on a knife edge most of the time, every single day. He was positive, happy and friendly with a strong desire not to hurt anyone, but it was hard, it was a taxing thing that ran against his nature. He knew underneath he wanted to be selfish, he wanted to be vicious, but he simply always chose the good route because more than all of that he wanted to be a good person.
As the butterfly sunk into the flesh of his neck, his eyes faded blazing red.
And suddenly, all the desire to be a good person, to prove himself as a loving son, brother and friend, to be wanted and normal just fluttered away like the butterflies, leaving nothing but a cold and indulgent desire to destroy.
In his mind, Fen snarled like a chainsaw as he turned to look right at Carl.
He summoned his rifle and aimed it at him. "They told me I shouldn't hurt people. They told me for so long. Don't be like dad, don't do the things he did."
"I'm stronger."
HP: 40
DMG:0
Charge: 0/3
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 4:27 pm
"D-don't shoot," he flinched as the weapon was aimed right at him. There was a moment where he saw the window and debated his chances, and then just shook his head. "You shouldn't hurt people, you are stronger. Don't let it win."
Very carefully, he tried to take a step back.
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Baneful rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 10:14 pm
Mikael looked very hard for reasons why not to pull the trigger, to stay his hand, but nothing at all was compelling enough to make him stop. All the reasons which had held such sway before didn’t hold traction, it was too easy to side with instant gratification. The people whose opinions mattered so much didn’t seem to matter anymore and when he sought even for Malkam in his blood crazed thoughts he found nothing but someone who clearly thought he was a burden, why wouldn’t he?
This guy in front of him had rejected him like everyone else, it would be satisfying to defeat that rejection, to undo it by undoing him.
He wasn’t stronger than this.
“I want to.” He said, his voice low and cold, void of the usual bounce and joy it normally possessed.
He stepped back himself, but only to aim almost point blank and fire.
HP:40
DMG: 10
Charge 1/3
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2017 2:10 am
It was that easy. Not from lack of anyone's behalf of trying, not from anyone's lack of protection or caution, but more the fact that Carl's ability to attract almost every single disaster possible with no actual way of defending himself was an unavoidable inevitability.
There was blood everywhere, and he had curled into a small ball in some last-minute attempt to defend himself, one arm wrapped around his chest, confused as to where even the pain was coming from. The look he gave Mik was shock first, followed by fear and then a strange hatred running so deep he for a minute forgot himself.
"Don't," he rasped, and grabbed the closest thing he could find, a piece of the thing Mikael had shattered, clutching it so hard in one hand it began to shake erratically. "Don't ******** touch me."
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2017 4:10 am
It wasn't anger, not really. It ran deeper than that, it didn't need emotions to exist, it was simply the desire to destroy, to take apart everything and in doing so to win some indescribable game.
Somewhere in the core of Mikael, something recoiled at the blood but was overridden. The man in front of him was vulnerable, even more vulnerable than he'd anticipated. He smirked a little and lowered his gun. He didn't need to do this so distantly, he could use his hands.
"Or what?" he said levelly, desummoning Fen in a swirl of energy. "You going to bite me? You don't even have a shield. I'm going to enjoy this."
He moved close, ignoring the shard, considering it irrelevant as he reached out to seize Carl and attempt to pull him roughly to his feet.
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2017 12:10 pm
What Carl was feeling was definitely anger. There was no excuse of virus or butterflies, he stared directly at Mikael every moment he was forcefully picked up, just waiting and waiting-
- And finally stabbed Mik's exposed tattoo with the crystal.
The location had been purely instinctual, and the attempt seemed too weak. Carl lost balance and collapsed almost immediately afterwards, one arm still clutched around his ribs, coughing and then struggling to breathe.
And then the crystal lodged itself deeper, piercing skin, piercing flesh and Fear Shield as like a syringe, it began to siphon out the tattoo. The butterfly itself struggled, it began to edge deeper under the skin-
- And in that moment Mikael would find himself conflicted. Baneful Roll 1d6. If he rolls odd, he shakes off the effect of Destruction, if even it still lingers
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Baneful rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2017 12:28 pm
Mikael laughed at first at the stab at his neck, it barely hurt at all, and there was a feline satisfaction in watching the other guy struggle, he didn't stand a chance and he would play with him and destroy him without so much as an effort.
Except when he moved to remove the crystal, he couldn't. He hissed with frustration and anger and turned to move towards Carl.
"You little s**t." he hissed. "What did you DO?"
And again he summoned the gun, but this time as he drew it he faltered, not enough to stop, but enough to hesitate instead.
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2017 1:09 pm
He saw the gun, but didn't even try to escape. Instead, he just continued to stare at Mikael defiantly, dissolving into violent coughing before looking at the other again.
"You did this." Each word was a struggle, coming out in a harsh whisper. "You deserve this."
The last vestiges of Destruction were absorbed by the white crystal, and it clattered to the ground, harmless again, white flecked with inky red that swirled and tried vainly to escape. It still left Mik with lingering ruin, but also something else.
Grief.
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