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[OPEN] | past lives couldn't ever hold me down
WHO: Xiaolang Li & YOU!
WHERE: All around Recolle, but particularly Respatrum, Bosuma and Magatus!
WHEN: First half of April, more or less
WHAT: Local teenage nerd abuses wind magic, asks strangers for hugs in the name of getting his identity back, and nearly collapses in the woods because of his inferiority complex. FUN TIMES FOR APRIL!!
WARNINGS: None that I can think of!
A - RESPATRUM AKA CUE THE APPROPRIATE BACKGROUND MUSIC
[One could say Xiaolang was running off to Respatrum to escape being in feelings limbo, and they'd probably be very right. He needed a distraction, a purpose, anything to avoid dwelling on the what-ifs, the maybes, the agonizing non-answer that came from him finally confessing to Sakura. Exploring another region during his break from school seemed like the perfect thing to get his mind off of all of this, and Respatrum escaping into the sky gave him an excuse to revisit it. After all, now that it wasn't underground, it couldn't be so hellishly hot anymore, right?
... well, it may not have been hot anymore, but it was certainly more treacherous, and the rogue fire spirits everywhere were definitely annoying. It was easy enough to track down their hiding places, thanks to his magic sensing ability, but getting them out of there was a different story entirely. While he's had luck in verbally coaxing a few of the calmer ones back to their duties (or rather, sternly chided them for being irresponsible), most of them had wanted to 'play'-- which ultimately meant fighting against him much like an eager puppy or kitten would. Which would be cute, if they weren't stuck in things like stoves and statues and other things that weren't extremely dangerous to him and everyone around. One particularly rambunctious spirit, inside of a stone horse, has him barreling through the marketplace after it, upsetting whatever tables were in it's path, and he yells out, hoarsely, to whoever may be in it's way:]
WATCH OUT!!
[Most of the spirits, after getting their fix of exercise with him, are content to move on to their hearths, but, of course, one manages to slip into him unnoticed. It starts to become obvious the more he fights with the possessed appliances that he's less keeping the damage to a minimum and instead relishing the battle, eyes glinting mischievously and a small smirk playing across the corners of his lips. It even gets to a point where he's crashing (quite literally) into other people's hunts and skirmishes, dropping down from up above and buffeted by a mysterious gust of wind near his feet (the decent sized wings on his back no doubt helping break his fall as well). Whipping out his sword and reciting the proper incantation with his talisman, another large gust of wind appears, barreling into whatever spirit they might be battling and temporarily pushing them away. Dusting off his hands and propping them on his hips, he has the audacity to look smug as he turns to whoever's next to him.]
Pretty cool, right?
You're welcome, by the way.
[... maybe someone should remind him that large amounts of oxygen and fire are not a good mix????]
B- BOSUMA AKA HUGS R US
[Unlike some of the others venturing into Bosuma this month, Xiaolang sets out into the region on a mission, sword in hand and expression oddly grim for one so young. After what he had witnessed happen to Mio, and happen to Sakura-- it was unforgivable. Whoever this woman in the woods was, he was going to find her, confront her, and make her pay, somehow. He wasn't about to let anyone get away with tampering with those who were close to him, and now that he knew who was responsible...
Of course, as the woods dutifully lead him closer to her lair, the faster his conviction fades. He was heading in this direction for a reason, wasn't he? An important one? Why else would he be venturing out this far with a weapon in hand? By the time his feet reach the witch's house, his mind is mostly a blank, the only thing within it being disconnected memories of magical creatures, mentions of cards, and an bright-eyed (albeit annoying) girl who tied all of it together. His ability to sense magic had remained intact, and the pull of the woman making her way over to meet him, with a smug look upon her face, was undeniable. She was powerful. Frighteningly powerful.
Perhaps it was a form of patronizing respect that she bestows the name 'Wolf' upon him, a fierce name for a boy who had dared to seek her out for revenge and yet ultimately failed. But he is just a child, and so the witch decides to have mercy on him. All he needs to do to get his name and memories back is to seek out three people and be embraced by them. That shouldn't be too difficult, right?
... yeah. Right.
But, even with a fraction of his memories, Wolf is a determined boy, and he's intent on seeing this through. It may be awkward, and he may actually die of embarrassment, but if it means getting back what he lost--
It takes him a while, to single out a person who seemed trustworthy enough for his liking, and he strides over to them, shoulders set and fists balled. The expression upon his face, serious and resolute as he glares up at them (or straight at them, if they're one of the few on the app who happen to be under five feet tall), doesn't quite match the bright red flush upon his cheeks. It also doesn't quite match the words that tumble out of his mouth, blunt and abrupt and to the point.]
You.
I-- I need you to hug me. Right now.
[Wolf, NO--]
C- MAGATUS AKA wait WRONG SYAORAN...
[April just seemed to be shaping up to be a very, very bad sort of month for Xiaolang.
Magatus would normally be off of his list of places he would want to visit (they were finally getting tolerable weather back in Recolle, why would he willingly go to some place cold again?), but Leon had seemed to be acting oddly ever since he had returned from there, and he had wanted to investigate for himself what was going on. That proved to be a mistake, as the moment he steps into the region he collapses, only to come to a few days later, warm and disoriented in a cave with this glowing green in the center of his palm. The villagers' advice, once he gets some answers, leads him to the woods on the outskirts of the town, it's whispers quiet and slight at first like the wind rustling it's branches.]
'You're a useless child'.
[His steps falter, the words burrowing beneath his skin, the mark on his hand biting ever so slightly.]
'What are you trying to prove, coming all the way out there by yourself? That you can do this on your own? That you're strong?'
'HA! That's a good one! How many people tried to keep him from danger when this stupid brat went to Respatrum? They know he can't fight, he's just a little kid waving around a sword, trying to be like the grown ups!'
[Gritting his teeth, he continues on into the woods, attempting to ignore the whispers and the pain growing in his balled fist. This was just a trick, it was just a--]
'Hey, shouldn't you be back in the city, looking after your cousin? The same one who nearly killed himself in that fall because you were reckless and idiotic and lost your eyesight?'
[It's like an abrupt slap to the face, and he can't help but to answer back, despite himself:]
N... No, I--
'No, he's just ungrateful. You know how much his cousin must have given up, having to split schoolwork and his personal time just to be responsible for a headstrong nuisance like you? I mean, look at the trouble you've already gotten yourself into, and the month isn't even over yet! No wonder nobody thinks you're mature enough to help them with their problems!'
[... he wasn't going to buy into this. Setting his shoulders, he quickens his pace, though the pain crawling up his limbs and weighing them down made it difficult.]
'Oh, are you running away from us now? Figures, that's how you deal with everything that makes you uncomfortable. After all, you promised to be there for that girl, should she ever run into trouble, and look what happened! She nearly lost her memories for good!'
[His steps stop abruptly, nearly stumbling into one of the trees on his weakening legs, looking very much like someone had just punched him in the gut.]
... enough.
'You claim you love her, but you're afraid she's going to find out the truth. That you're nothing, you don't have anything to offer her, you're just some lovesick little puppy who wants to protect her when you can't even keep yourself safe. No wonder she hasn't given you an answer yet. Who'd want to be with a boy who worries her all the time? You can barely do anything for her when she needs you the most!'
THAT'S ENOUGH!!
[His voice is loud and hoarse as it echoes through the trees, scattering a few of the birds in the branches, his ragged breaths coming out in shuddery gulps. The only response he receives is a round of jeering laughter, cackling over his audacity.
That's the last verbal acknowledgement he'll give to the whispers before he ventures further in, but the accusations have their intended affect. By the time he's dragging himself to the other side of the woods, using his sword as a walking stick, these markings are glowing a fierce green under the layers of his coat and pants, his brow thick with sweat. The whispers are loud enough to echo behind him now, repeating much of the same, but Xiaolang's too feverish to tell what's actually being said and what's swirling around in his mind. It says something about his tenacity that he's still standing, but it's clear that's not going to last for much longer, at least not in the state he's in.
WILDCARD
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WHERE: All around Recolle, but particularly Respatrum, Bosuma and Magatus!
WHEN: First half of April, more or less
WHAT: Local teenage nerd abuses wind magic, asks strangers for hugs in the name of getting his identity back, and nearly collapses in the woods because of his inferiority complex. FUN TIMES FOR APRIL!!
WARNINGS: None that I can think of!
A - RESPATRUM AKA CUE THE APPROPRIATE BACKGROUND MUSIC
... well, it may not have been hot anymore, but it was certainly more treacherous, and the rogue fire spirits everywhere were definitely annoying. It was easy enough to track down their hiding places, thanks to his magic sensing ability, but getting them out of there was a different story entirely. While he's had luck in verbally coaxing a few of the calmer ones back to their duties (or rather, sternly chided them for being irresponsible), most of them had wanted to 'play'-- which ultimately meant fighting against him much like an eager puppy or kitten would. Which would be cute, if they weren't stuck in things like stoves and statues and other things that weren't extremely dangerous to him and everyone around. One particularly rambunctious spirit, inside of a stone horse, has him barreling through the marketplace after it, upsetting whatever tables were in it's path, and he yells out, hoarsely, to whoever may be in it's way:]
WATCH OUT!!
[Most of the spirits, after getting their fix of exercise with him, are content to move on to their hearths, but, of course, one manages to slip into him unnoticed. It starts to become obvious the more he fights with the possessed appliances that he's less keeping the damage to a minimum and instead relishing the battle, eyes glinting mischievously and a small smirk playing across the corners of his lips. It even gets to a point where he's crashing (quite literally) into other people's hunts and skirmishes, dropping down from up above and buffeted by a mysterious gust of wind near his feet (the decent sized wings on his back no doubt helping break his fall as well). Whipping out his sword and reciting the proper incantation with his talisman, another large gust of wind appears, barreling into whatever spirit they might be battling and temporarily pushing them away. Dusting off his hands and propping them on his hips, he has the audacity to look smug as he turns to whoever's next to him.]
Pretty cool, right?
You're welcome, by the way.
[... maybe someone should remind him that large amounts of oxygen and fire are not a good mix????]
B- BOSUMA AKA HUGS R US
Of course, as the woods dutifully lead him closer to her lair, the faster his conviction fades. He was heading in this direction for a reason, wasn't he? An important one? Why else would he be venturing out this far with a weapon in hand? By the time his feet reach the witch's house, his mind is mostly a blank, the only thing within it being disconnected memories of magical creatures, mentions of cards, and an bright-eyed (albeit annoying) girl who tied all of it together. His ability to sense magic had remained intact, and the pull of the woman making her way over to meet him, with a smug look upon her face, was undeniable. She was powerful. Frighteningly powerful.
Perhaps it was a form of patronizing respect that she bestows the name 'Wolf' upon him, a fierce name for a boy who had dared to seek her out for revenge and yet ultimately failed. But he is just a child, and so the witch decides to have mercy on him. All he needs to do to get his name and memories back is to seek out three people and be embraced by them. That shouldn't be too difficult, right?
... yeah. Right.
But, even with a fraction of his memories, Wolf is a determined boy, and he's intent on seeing this through. It may be awkward, and he may actually die of embarrassment, but if it means getting back what he lost--
It takes him a while, to single out a person who seemed trustworthy enough for his liking, and he strides over to them, shoulders set and fists balled. The expression upon his face, serious and resolute as he glares up at them (or straight at them, if they're one of the few on the app who happen to be under five feet tall), doesn't quite match the bright red flush upon his cheeks. It also doesn't quite match the words that tumble out of his mouth, blunt and abrupt and to the point.]
You.
I-- I need you to hug me. Right now.
[Wolf, NO--]
C- MAGATUS AKA wait WRONG SYAORAN...
Magatus would normally be off of his list of places he would want to visit (they were finally getting tolerable weather back in Recolle, why would he willingly go to some place cold again?), but Leon had seemed to be acting oddly ever since he had returned from there, and he had wanted to investigate for himself what was going on. That proved to be a mistake, as the moment he steps into the region he collapses, only to come to a few days later, warm and disoriented in a cave with this glowing green in the center of his palm. The villagers' advice, once he gets some answers, leads him to the woods on the outskirts of the town, it's whispers quiet and slight at first like the wind rustling it's branches.]
'You're a useless child'.
[His steps falter, the words burrowing beneath his skin, the mark on his hand biting ever so slightly.]
'What are you trying to prove, coming all the way out there by yourself? That you can do this on your own? That you're strong?'
'HA! That's a good one! How many people tried to keep him from danger when this stupid brat went to Respatrum? They know he can't fight, he's just a little kid waving around a sword, trying to be like the grown ups!'
[Gritting his teeth, he continues on into the woods, attempting to ignore the whispers and the pain growing in his balled fist. This was just a trick, it was just a--]
'Hey, shouldn't you be back in the city, looking after your cousin? The same one who nearly killed himself in that fall because you were reckless and idiotic and lost your eyesight?'
[It's like an abrupt slap to the face, and he can't help but to answer back, despite himself:]
N... No, I--
'No, he's just ungrateful. You know how much his cousin must have given up, having to split schoolwork and his personal time just to be responsible for a headstrong nuisance like you? I mean, look at the trouble you've already gotten yourself into, and the month isn't even over yet! No wonder nobody thinks you're mature enough to help them with their problems!'
[... he wasn't going to buy into this. Setting his shoulders, he quickens his pace, though the pain crawling up his limbs and weighing them down made it difficult.]
'Oh, are you running away from us now? Figures, that's how you deal with everything that makes you uncomfortable. After all, you promised to be there for that girl, should she ever run into trouble, and look what happened! She nearly lost her memories for good!'
[His steps stop abruptly, nearly stumbling into one of the trees on his weakening legs, looking very much like someone had just punched him in the gut.]
... enough.
'You claim you love her, but you're afraid she's going to find out the truth. That you're nothing, you don't have anything to offer her, you're just some lovesick little puppy who wants to protect her when you can't even keep yourself safe. No wonder she hasn't given you an answer yet. Who'd want to be with a boy who worries her all the time? You can barely do anything for her when she needs you the most!'
THAT'S ENOUGH!!
[His voice is loud and hoarse as it echoes through the trees, scattering a few of the birds in the branches, his ragged breaths coming out in shuddery gulps. The only response he receives is a round of jeering laughter, cackling over his audacity.
That's the last verbal acknowledgement he'll give to the whispers before he ventures further in, but the accusations have their intended affect. By the time he's dragging himself to the other side of the woods, using his sword as a walking stick, these markings are glowing a fierce green under the layers of his coat and pants, his brow thick with sweat. The whispers are loud enough to echo behind him now, repeating much of the same, but Xiaolang's too feverish to tell what's actually being said and what's swirling around in his mind. It says something about his tenacity that he's still standing, but it's clear that's not going to last for much longer, at least not in the state he's in.
WILDCARD
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'That's a coward's way out, you know.'
[Thank goodness for Quin propping him up, preemptively supporting him, as he almost violently tenses from the searing ache, making him instinctively try to curl in on himself. The crest of his brow settles upon Sakura's shoulder, blazing hot and damp, and his hand clutches desperately at whatever was closest, which seemed to be the sleeve of her jacket. His breathing becomes rapid and shallow, and god, if he was capable of crying, he'd definitely be doing so now. His eyes are certainly watering from the pain, anyway.]
I'm not a coward...!
[It's said low, fierce hiss, summoning the small shreds of strength he had to fight back, somehow. Except... without the other two hearing the whispers, it seems to come out of nowhere, like he's talking to himself instead. Which, in a sense, maybe he was?? With his fever frying his brain, it was only really a matter of time before he started acting truly delirious.
Good luck with that, y'all.]
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If anyone asks, he'll say he went quiet in order to focus, but honestly, he doesn't want to be the one to answer Xiaolang's intense fever rambling.]
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[She helps Quin get Xiaolang up onto the staff, supporting his shoulders as best she can to keep him upright before shifting to get herself on, to get her own legs to straddle the staff. Before she turns to check on Quin, that he was on too, waiting for him to get on and she tries to support Xiaolang while the other does so, before ensuring they were all secure before kicking off and rising up above the trees. Heading back the direction she came from.]
Keep hold!