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 Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 1:43 pm
Lumena Ballroom [[ Orpheus ]]
He tagged along with Melenios as they headed towards Sibelius, but he stopped short as Miusa sacrificed herself to save a student. He felt his chest grow tight, and some awful sensation: why would she do that? Why whould she, of all others? The Academy seemed to get itself in a lot of trouble, and Miusa was a sage, the only one they had. If Orpheus was a reaper, perhaps he could have done something-- probably not, if even Miusa hadn't protected herself from the damage.
Orpheus opened a portal in, and silently cursed the fact that he hadn't put a proper hammerspace in his ball outfit. He had only an ocarina with him, because it was small enough to carry in his pants pocket. Wind instruments were not his forte. Still, he could help with the binding. He put the flute up to his lips, and began to play, the slow dirge which suited not only the deaths of those around them, but also slowed the target. The problem was, he couldn't be disturbed while he played, because just as it made the target immobile, it required his own immobility. While he played, he glanced over at Cruor. Would this help enough...? With Miusa's effort, he really hoped he'd be able to hold...Ballroom [[Melenios]]
It wasn't that Melenios was surprised by the witch who tried to help Miusa keep the rogue reaper in place, it was more that he was incredulous and a little skeptical. Why would any witch decide that was a good idea? Still, it looked as though in order to cast his musical magic, he couldn't move, so Melenios walked to his side and stood in front of him, the solar knives out, and then eyed Sibelius and Cruor. Unlike Orpheus, Melenios was not interested in the talk of Reapers, so he didn't know at all what they were looking for. If he could make eye contact with the monster, he could blind it briefly, but that might just piss it off in the first place. "I think the boy is attempting to slow the monster," he called out to the others fighting the monster. "I will defend him, but I think that is all I can do..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 2:56 pm
Suddenly the monster was moving, causing him to have to swerve out of the way to prevent getting bowled over yet again, even as he moved to give chase, pushing himself as hard as possible to gain on the Reaper. He froze however, eyes widening when suddenly there was the Sage, her hand circling around the creature's throat. However he broke into motion when the scythe shifted and the Reaper's hand drove into her chest, causing his stomach to drop with dread; yet another person had been harmed to to his inability this evening.
His head whipped around when Sibelius issued a command he was very familiar with, his lips pressing together in a thin line as he gave the other man a curt nod. He moved quickly while it was immobilized, noting the music in the air, tilting his head a little before glancing in the direction of the Ars Lillium that had spoken up. He gave a quick nod, before focusing for a moment, drawing on his own magic and murmuring a soft chant under his breath. When it came to killing Witch Eaters, basic binding spells were common and it fled from his fingers with ease to coil around the Reaper. Most likely it wouldn't hold it on its own but with what the boy was trying maybe they would stand a chance.
Once he finished he moved quickly to position himself, adjusting his grip on his scythe as he stared intently on his target; he'd only have one shot and time was of the essence. Finally, on a quick exhale he dashed forward, scythe prepared to strike, his gaze completely focused on his target, everything else fading from his mind. He used his forward momentum to swing his scythe in an elegant arc, the blade descending downwards, straight for the heart of the Reaper; it was a textbook execution blow, one that, he hoped as he poured his magic into the blow, would be enough.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 3:37 pm
Much to his shock and dismay the girl behind him that he had been trying to shield, as well as talk into getting out of here and to somewhere safer, instead moved around him. He couldn't help but to stare as his cheek was given a little pinch and she winked at him, "Ahh..." He should get out of here she was saying to him, not wanting to see him hurt, "Wait, but what about..." He got the answer the question he was about to ask as she moved toward the heat of battle and his eyes went rather wide. It would seem though, from the look of the lightning that she summoned up that she wasn't without power of her own and likely he'd looked foolish stepping in front of her... though it wasn't something he'd hesitate to do again if needed. This was the first time though he'd ever felt as if his own training in the magical arts were going far to slowly or that he wished he'd had more power... a dangerous line of thought he instantly shoved aside.
His eyes flickered from side to side, seeking shelter, before he moved, having found a pillar nearby to duck behind, hoping to remain unnoticed so that he could keep an eye on things. He didn't have it in him to just turn tail and run, wanting to be there in the aftermath of this battle in case the fighters needed help with their wounds. The fight was escalating after all, more people jumping in against the mad man in an effort to subdue him, and more danger presenting itself... it was fascinating and horrifying all rolled into one and he couldn't look away.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 5:06 pm
Ophelia's eyes softened at the sight of Phil. The bond the two brothers had was unlike anything she'd ever seen before. And seeing the look of fear on his face broke her heart a little. She wanted to protect them, both of them. Everyone in this room. And as a reaper, that was her duty. This..creature...he wasn't even a man anymore. He wasn't a reaper anymore either. He was no better than a heart-thirsty witch eater.
She placed a gentle hand on Phil's shoulder, doing her best to stand tall and look healthy despite the thin layer of sweat forming on her brow.
"Don't worry, Philly" she said, her voice a little deeper than usual because of her illness. "I won't let anyone get hurt" she promised. She slowly advanced, standing next to Theo and Rajih. Even if she was healthy, she wouldn't be much help offensively. But she could still hum a melodic spell despite her sore throat. However, she stopped in her tracks as Miusa clutched the fallen reaper's throat. In another instant, the reaper's hand met the sage's chest. Her brow furrowed as her lips curled in rage.
Ophelia clutched her scythe like a crutch, making her way towards the reaper-beast. She heard a melody among the discord, her eyes immediately finding the blonde witch she'd met the other day. She couldn't sing, but hummed along after recognizing the song. She heard the words, bind and execute, over the crowd's clamor. She knew she wasn't strong enough in her state to do it, but was relieved to see another draconic reaper step up to the plate. Still struggling to stand as she hummed a harmony to Orpheus's dirge, she did her best to strengthen the spell with her voice, which was only just loud enough to be heard by the beast. Her vivid eyes focused on the fallen reaper, eyes dead set on bringing him down.
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Cyrus gasped in horror as he watched the reaper's claws plunge into Miusa's chest. He called out, "MIUSA!!" and yet did nothing to protect her. He was a healer, not a warlock, not a warrior. And a coward at that. He was a coward even before his witch's brew made him even more pacifistic. But even then his fists clenched, along with his teeth. He could do nothing but wait until the reaper was taken care of. And with every second that passed, he hated himself more an more. Despising the fact that he couldn't even protect the woman most important to him.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 5:55 pm
Cedar was happy to find that someone came to her rescue. She winced a bit, and with the blue haired girls help, had come from under the table, her left arm holding her ribs. She stood there slightly bent over, pain itching it's way through her body when she moved. The stampede of people seemed to have finally reach and gone out the door. But there was still plenty of confusion going on with those remaining.
"Thanks.." She spoke lightly, and looked around seeing Xerxes and Kalypso. Her friend seemed to have regain consciousness, which made Cedar feel a bit relieved. She gave a small smile in their direction, but Lea wasn't there. Her eyes started to dart around, as she leaned against the blue haired girl.
Sib's voice reached her ears, and she looked over to see the Muisa in a rather... Terrifying position. But this was an area that Cedar could help in. Her magic wasn't very aggressive... "I need your help." She told the blue haired girl. "Make sure... I don't get woken..." Her voice was a bit stern, but it was very import to her own safety. If she was woken from the trance before she brought her soul back, her soul could be gravely injured. "I'll need to lower me to the ground when I go." She knew the girl wouldn't understand until it happened... Cedar was rather secretive about her powers. And the black heart was ready for the attack, and in fact had already preceded.
Cedar blanked her mind, her eyes dulled out, and her body went heavy falling against the girl supporting her. Her soul split and one half went to the tree's outside the castle... A small rumble could be felt under the monster as through the stone cracks formed and tree roots began to creep up and around the evil reaper's feet, and then ankles. The roots getting a bit thicker, wrapping and binding him around the calves. Cedar hoped this would help keep him in place with the male's music.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 6:45 pm
Graveyard cringed as she felt the pain for her arm invaded her body. With the strain of the events of happening now, she couldn't keep up and her body felt faint. But she steeled herself. Savage yipped at anyone nearby as they we're joined by Chanda, the beautiful white tiger. Gravy's leaned on her student as the reaper creature yet again headed for them. her body trembled with the thought of it attacking again, she feared again for her life.
"Leave Chanda, Before it comes again." Gravy moved to put herself in between the student and the reaper before waiting the impending attack. When it didn't come, her eyes opened to see Miusa, blocking the view.
"Miusa!" Graveyard, despite the pain came as close as she could to the sage, her hands already fumbling around in her dress for anything that would help her with the wound. She was a sage, there was no way that a reaper of such low class could defeat her.
"Mistress Miusa............." Graveyard looked over at the incoming reapers. It was about to get bad, she really needed to get Miusa away. Cruor and Sib we'remaking their move.!
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 7:58 pm
Fingers tried in vain to grip the magic heart that beat within Miusa's chest. Though her chest seemed to bleed strands of light, typical of one being attacked non-physically, nothing seemed to really be happening to the sage, despite the fact she looked a little worse for wear. "For all your strengths...." she said, her voice low. "You are horribly uneducated." With her other hand, she latched onto the struggling wrist of the reaper, slowly forcing his hand out of her chest. "As if I would be weak to the magic I helped create!"
Her mouth half-curled into a strained smirk as she felt the roots of Cedar's magic trapping them into this position as they wrapped higher and higher against the struggling reaper. She heard soft notes, but besides these two senses, everything else around her dulled and blurred. Still, it pleased her to see the growing witchlings and witches....my my, how much has our magic grown...~?
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Sibelius nearly dropped his weapons in stunned surprise as he realized that sage was not only still able to use magic, but her magical heart was untouched...and what...what did she say? Magic she helped create? But....it was his master who created it, wasn't it? That magic melded into the scythes of reapers, that could take the hearts....what was this sorcery?!
Gritting his teeth, he moved aside for Cruor's swooping scythe, and he readied his own attack, swinging his whole body around with both of the gargantuan flails he dared to call his weapon, sending first one, then the other to crash into the back of the reaper, as Cruor expertly aimed his scythe past Miusa, to strike the front of him. The two reaper weapons striking at the same time, front to back, caused somewhat of an explosion. At least fifteen more hearts burst from the body of the fallen reaper, including the very unique one of the Lichbone.
The reaper cringed, his magic greatly diminishing, and he slumped as Miusa released him. Though his eyes could no longer see, his mouth moved, barely a croak making it out. ".... I'm sorry, bro..thers..." it seemed it took him all the energy he had left just to speak. "I....I tried." with those final words, he toppled backwards, his hand finally pulled all the way out of Miusa's chest. Sibelius had taken several quick strides behind him, and there was a crack of bone and a rip of flesh - and two final hearts erupted from the reaper, including his own. Light bled from his chest, as well as blood. He was dead.
"Goodnight, brother." sibelius murmured, as he shut the eyes of one who once stood next to him in the throng of battle. "Sleep well."
The room had fallen quite silent suddenly, with the turmoil done. Sibelius stood, looking around at those who had been brave enough to stay and help...help fight, help others who might have gotten hurt. Even though he could sense majin among them, he was indebted to them, as well. "Thanks for the help, kids." A little condescending, but now that the fun was over, he was back to his gruffly optimistic ways. "Maybe you have it in you to be reapers some day." Was this an encouragement, or a threat?
He raised his hand towards the mess of hovering hearts, opening his gauntlet. There, a gem shone and flickered, and the hearts infused themselves into it, one by the one, except for the small witchling girl's heart, in which he promptly and unceremoniously-like shoved into her chest. She coughed and spattered, gasping for air, but it seemed she had come back, though if she'd ever be the same again with her magic, or with her emotions...who knew.
He scratched the back of his head, looking down at the corpse of the reaper. "Again, thanks for the help." he slid his eyes towards Cruor for a moment. "I'm sure you want to go tend to your friend. She'll probably need a bit of healing, I imagine." Sib's eyes flicked towards the white haired sage, who sat on the ground, a hand on her chest, trying to catch her breath. How desperately he wanted to kidnap her right then and there, and make her tell him everything she knew.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 10:05 pm
His strike landed clean, slicing through as he felt the impact of Sibelius' weapon strike the opposite side, his scythe reverberating with the power of it. He slowly drew his blade back once he had followed through with the slice, raising his arm to shield his face from the burst of energy that poured fourth from the Reaper. Once it had subsided he slowly lowered his arm, watching the form slowly crumpled before them. Hs grip tightened on his weapon as he listened to it, no he, speak, feeling sickened at the words that had been uttered by the one time Reaper.
Cruor's eyes followed Sibelius as he delivered a final blow, watching steadily as the hearts burst from the unknown Reaper's chest. As he lay there, dead, he looked oddly peaceful, restful, devoid of the madness and evil that had twisted his features before. He bowed his head he shifted his scythe back into the slender sword from before, sheathing it at his side as his lips parted to mimic the same words Sibelius had spoken.
"...Be at peace, Brother." he whispered, hands clenching at his sides as he turned, gaze sweeping around the Ball Room.
Cruor searched for those he knew in the crowd first and foremost, finally allowing him to be a tad selfish for once. There was Shaden, seemingly intact which made him relax a little before continuing to search. Chanda, the Witchling girl which she had met briefly the day before had shifted into her tiger form it seemed, but was also safe and sound. His eyes continued to rake the air, his heartbeat accelerating a little when he couldn't find Graveyard, not on the outer areas of the Ball Room at least. He was still checking when his attention was drawn by Sibelius once again, giving a slow nod.
"No thanks are needed. I should be thanking you for... Saving my friend. Thank you." He answered before giving a quick nod. "Yes... Thank you again."
Giving a quick nod of his head he finally noticed the state of his shirt, grimacing and removing it, tossing it in bin that appeared to be used for garbage, not that it mattered now. Finally as he weaved through the crowd he spotted a familiar pair of ears and eyes, causing him to perk and move to her as quickly as he could while dodging other part goers. He moved to her, gripping her upper arms and offering her a small, hesitant smile.
"Graveyard." he breathed, forcing his face into one of neutrality. "I'm glad you're safe. I'm sorry that I didn't prove to be a worthy guardian for you."
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 11:11 pm
Graveyard didn't have a lot of time as she watched Cruor and the other man, Sibelius defeat the beast. Hearts broke free, including the man's before it seemed everything settled. Her body ached and her mind was overwhelmed with the grief. She watched as the young witchling regained her heart before Moving to the sage: "Miusa" Graveyard reached over at the sage before sighing, looking at the wound that seemed to be less...severe then she thought. "If you don't mind Mistress Miusa, I can help with that." She gave the woman a soft smile, her ears flattened as she pulled out the herbs for her healing spell.
"If you don't mind...." She looked over at the woman before reaching over and laying the herbs on the wound and reciting a small spell. She infused some of her energy in the spell weaving it it with thread like purple magic over the wound. "It's all I have to give at the moment Mistress but..." She shrugged before her ears perked. Cruor....
Where was he? She turned as she sniffed for his scent. With so many around though, she was confused and tired. She jumped a little when his arms reached for her's before turning wide purple eyes up at him. "Cruor." She looked down at his chest, flushing at the bareness before running her hand over the the small cuts and burns. "Look at you, such a mess." She gripped him tightly, still a little shook from the reaper's attack on her. She took comfort that he was safe before smiling again, "Let me help some of the others, but....I might have to go back to the Ruins with you." She hugged her arms around herself before cocking her head, "Cruor, you did more then you needed, a wonderful guardian and date for the night." Patting his cheek she moved to his side and looked around. "Shaden!" She came over to the woman. "I'm sorry Shaden, I didn't even see you...." She gripped the other woman's hand. "And you Chanda...You we're so brave." She looked at the smaller student, in her tiger form.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 12:18 am
Miusa coughed softly as she stood up with Graveyard's help. There was no open wound to her chest, but the impact still knocked the wind out of her. Surely Cyrus could help with the pain, but she wouldn't deny any relief offered to her at the moment. "T-thanks. I'm fine, though, just sore, a little. Your throat - you need more healing." She stood on her own as Graveyard went to the aid of her friend, a blackheart she wasn't familiar with. Blackhearts, reapers.... She had taught few that magic to extract magical hearts in the past, very few.....how was it that so many had formed in the past age, so many knew it now? Enough to have their own organization? It never made sense to her. It was a magic she had learned long, long...long ago, before all of this. She and her childhood friend had crafted it together, but Runa was....Runa had died, long, long, long ago. She had watched her fall to her death. Runa....
"I am thinking...the ball is over. Students should....go get some rest. I don't think anybody is maimed, correct?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 2:06 am
The quiet humming that sounded eerie... Theo could hear it. Magic coursed through the room, swirling around. So much of it, Theo could feel it, almost as if it were a pulse that pounded throughout the room. As everyone gathered around the fighting, each trying to do something to aid the effort to stop this insanity. Everything happened in the flash of an eye. Musa throwing herself in front of a tiger, magic pulsating around the room, washing over everything. The Black Heart attacking once more, and that strange man. The clash of metal and the demented cries of a man who had lost himself. Someone who had given in and had done what was forbidden. And so many... So many lives had been lost, so many lives had gone wrong because of one misstep, one mistake.
As roots burst from the ground and wrapped themselves around Miusa and the fallen reaper, Theo could just barely make out Miusa's words. That led one to wonder how old the sage truly was. To be old enough to have seen the creation of this magic, to have been old enough to create that Lichbone that had rampaged during the Midsummer Festoval in Makai. Miusa was clearly much older than she let on, perhaps even old enough to know of the world before it has been torn asunder.. Intriguing indeed. Light flooded the room as the reaper was struck, the hearts falling out of his battered body. Theo could only watch, unable to do anything. A sudden overwhelming hunger overcame him, he could almost taste the magic, feel it coursing through him before Sibelius collected them. Then he snapped out of it, but still, a haunting fear nagged at him. The secret that he never shared with anyone, the demon that haunted him.
He took a step back, his arms wrapping around himself. He was shaking, almost. There was still so much magic hanging around in the air, and it was driving him crazy. He had to leave, he didn't want to stay. It terrified him that such a thing could be happening to him. He pushed his way through the crowd quickly, running outside to where it was quiet, absent of people, of magic. Where he was alone with the terrible demons that continued to hound him, urning his dreams into nightmares of unknown horrors, making his fears real. He sank in a heap outside the castle, his arms wrapped tightly around his as he leaned against the wall, feeling the fragile borders his world beginning to fall apart.
He couldn't possibly be a majin, right?
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 6:09 am
It was all over almost as quickly as it began and the young, green haired majin couldn't help but stare at the aftermath of it all... and for a moment he found himself starring at the hearts that had been liberated from the reaper. He starred at them for a moment, shook his head, and looked away to try to find where Rosel had gone. Spotting her he tried to determine if she were alright or not, from this distance it would appear so and he hoped for that to be the case. While he'd wanted nothing more then to stay and help those who might need it he knew it wasn't the best idea, not given the many magical hearts that were there before him looking as though they were on display. It was a temptation he was both drawn to and repelled by as his hunger for magic and the events of the night seemed to square off in his mind. Turning on his heel Uaithne abandoned his hiding spot and headed out through the nearest exit as quickly as his feet would carry him.
As he headed on his way he decided that he would try to seek that green eyed witch out again some time in the future, he'd rather enjoyed the time spent with her even if it were short lived. Right now though he was wanting nothing more then to return back to where he was staying while attending the academy where he meant to sit among his plants while doing his best to try to forget everything that had happened tonight. It was a feat that Uaithne was certain would likely prove impossible given how it all seemed to have been branded into his thoughts.
"One can only hope those images fade." He thought out loud to himself as he made his way home, leaving the ballroom behind without looking back.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 9:33 am
Ballroom
It was now the brunette's turn to leave Myra without a chance to hear a reply. Curiously, the young Witch watched in awe as she began to cast her spells. Almost too quickly for her to react, the young Witch before her slumped against Myra's own body but Myra managed to catch her and hold her up. Blue-greens wandered around the room, taking everything in as if she were watching a movie in slow motion. Voices and sounds were muffled, making it seem as if Myra wasn't really there just.... Watching it all happen through a tunnel. A small thought crossed her mind that brought her closer to reality.
'Useless...'
That was how she felt, truly. What had she been thinking, shoving herself into the fray like that? She was a brand new Witch with barely developed powers and to go into such a battle with the mindset of everything being a game-
Myra shook her head and looked down at the brunette in her arms. The end of it all had escaped her sight just before Myra had come back to her senses.
"Miss Witch, please wake up. It's all over now.... You helped a great deal it seems." Myra lightly patted the girl's cheek to wake her up. The blue haired girl decided that air would help her (even though she knew nothing of what was going on with the Witch) and helped her outside where her friends had stayed. A faint smile played upon her lips as gold shoes carried both Witches over to the small group of three.
"She's fine, I'm sure. Just in a trance or something as apart of her powers."
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 10:06 am
Phil was so much taken aback when Theo charged ahead that he barely even moved. That brother of his... why did he never listen to him? Why did he never do what he asked him to? What did he have to do for him to pay attention just for once? He didn't ask for much, did he? Just for him to stay back, to stay, not leave. It wasn't so bad, was it? It wasn't... something impossible to do, right? And yet Theo charged ahead anyway. He turned around, taking a shaky breath not daring to move from his spot as he watched the events unfold. He wouldn't couldn't let this go on... and then Ophelia. It was her words that finally broke him, why would nobody ever let him do his job. Protect him? Protect others? That was his own work, his own duty. But even though he wanted to it was over in almost a flash. He had, for another time, been powerless to react. But that was until he saw Theo running out in almost a panicked daze and he couldn't help but wonder... could it be that he felt it? Felt it in himself...
Phil couldn't hide anymore. And this was one thing only he could do, he knew that and that would be to go to his side like every brother should. The hand that came to rest on his shoulder made it apparent that there was one more person that was looking out for Theo and Phil found himself softly smiling as he turned his head to look at his teacher. "Yeah..." he agreed to his teacher's yet unspoken inquiry as he set ahead of him to go outside and walk up to Theo's side. "Hey." he shook a hand as he came up closer trying his best to smile and look strong for him, for them both. "That was quite unsettling..." he sighed as he came next to him. And it truly had been. "Who would have thought, right?" he leaned his head against Theo's shoulder for a second to reassure him, by means of what little weight it carried, that he was there. "I'm sorry yours and teacher's first date had to end up in such an unorthodox manner." he tried to joke around gently to push the heavy mood aside -his date had come to about the same end though and he had to find Orpheus and speak to him about it later. "You alright?" he questioned, a little more worry apparent in his voice.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 2:18 pm
Ballroom - [[Orpheus & Melenios]]
It wasn't until Melenios physically separated the instrument from Orpheus' mouth that he realized he could stop playing. Having not used many portals, he was not very weak, but holding something that large and powerful was difficult with just an ocarina; after all, wind instruments were not his area of strength. He couldn't make them sing the way he could his string instruments.
But it had helped. Unlike last time, he'd made a difference. His knees went weak, but instead of collapsing he merely took a deep breath to steady himself. He didn't even lean on Melenios. Orpheus lost something important to him the second that monster burst through the doors; something which was not easily recovered. "I'm fine," he told Melenios, even though the man hadn't asked.
He turned to the Witchling who had used vines to bind the monster whom he had been only vaguely aware of while playing, just in that he felt something take some of the strain off his own magic. "Thanks for the plants," he told the witchling, before shoving his hands, and ocarina, into his pockets and leaving to sit at the side of the room for a few moments. The fight was over, the ball was over... there wasn't a reason for him to stay there, was there? But he couldn't bring himself to move. He buried his face in his hands and slouched over, trying to purge his memory of the things he had just seen.
Even if he didn't see that monster ripping the heart from the girl, the sage in the death grip, the hearts that had been harvested... he couldn't erase the feeling of being lost in a void, where he couldn't reach anyone. He didn't have family. He had never been bothered by that until today, when it was a stranger who stood by him while he played his music. Orpheus had nothing to say, to anyone. He just swallowed it all down, and tried to forget. Just needed to forget.
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Melenios tried to comfort the witch, but it didn't work. He watched the Witch stumble over to the side of the room, and knew the look: he wanted to be alone, to come to terms with what he had seen. After decades of abuse, He wandered over to Miusa and the Mononoke woman who had been attacked earlier. "Glad you're alive," he told her, crossing his arms over his chest. He often seemed abrasive, but his eyes were soft and tired: he was happy, relieved even, to see that she had not died in the attack.
He nodded to the mononoke, and added, "I'm glad you're alive too, mind," he added, more gruffly. Well, as gruff as he could sound with his soft voice, and the perpetually worn-out expression. Aldous, his fennec, sat himself down at Melenios' feet and watched them with some curiosity. Melenios did have a powerful healing ability, but he couldn't use it for others; it could only heal his own wounds by drawing life from others. Still, he had wanted to check in on them, before he headed out.
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