[Art wasn't necessarily Xiaolang's best subject-- he was good at crafting and construction, but not so much on the creativity bits-- so this particular museum wasn't a place he visited often. But his English teacher seemed intent on promoting the new exhibit, promising extra credit should anyone write a short paper based on their impressions there. Extra credit was always an incentive, and with Rinka's suggestion of it as a good date spot last month... it didn't hurt to check it out. Considering he was avoiding Magatus like the plague, it's not like he had anything better to do on his off time.
But, of course, it's never quite that simple.
That's why, if you're out and about in the city, or even in the museum itself, you might come across a strange sight. It's not very often you see a teenage boy sword-fighting a unicorn, parrying his weapon with the horn on the beast's head. A rumpled notebook dangles from the creature's teeth, dodging Xiaolang's attempts to snatch it back before lunging in to attack once more.
... except it's merely a feint, and it instead starts charging in the opposite direction (maybe even towards you?), upsetting any tables or outdoor stands in it's path. Xiaolang, not one to be deterred, begins to give it chase, face pinched in frustration. Oh boy.]
[The Atrium is yet another place he doesn't stop by that frequently (unless his school has some sort of performance or Li-Na has a recital), but he's not the type of person who would refuse to help if someone asked. Granted, it's debatable how much someone his age could actually do, but his engineering skills and knowledge of electronics could at least provide some insight. At least, that's how he's figuring it, anyway.
The scratching puts him on edge the moment he walks in, bringing to mind the less than pleasant experience with the rats in the subway tunnels, and the darkness does nothing to help. He doesn't know whether to be relieved or further unnerved when he spots that leathery wing darting away, but one thing is clear. This is definitely another stupid Retrospec-related problem.
With that in mind, he quietly summons his sword, the bright blue flames and his magic circle beneath his feet glowing even brighter in the inky dark, his jaw set in determination. Without wasting a moment, he pulls out his lightning talisman and slams his blade against it, invoking it's spell.]
Obey thy command! God of Thunder, come forth!
[A loud crack of lightning strikes a spot in the rafters above, briefly illuminating the hall in a bright white light, and for a moment, the skittering seems to stop. Xiaolang waits, with bated breath, hoping it's the end of it--
-- and then a snap of electricity volleys right back, nicking him in the arm before singing the ground right next to him. Biting out a curse under his breath, he glares at the direction of the attack, placing a ginger hand on his injury. His eyes then glance to whoever might be nearby (who hopefully did not see that rebound attack), his teeth grit against the sting of the shock.]
Do you know if there's any way up there? It's hard to do anything at ground-level like this.
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((Hit me up here or @ Urameshi if you want to do something else! I got loads of ideas for the art museum and we can def do Magatus things too, so I'm open for anything!))
no subject
[Art wasn't necessarily Xiaolang's best subject-- he was good at crafting and construction, but not so much on the creativity bits-- so this particular museum wasn't a place he visited often. But his English teacher seemed intent on promoting the new exhibit, promising extra credit should anyone write a short paper based on their impressions there. Extra credit was always an incentive, and with Rinka's suggestion of it as a good date spot last month... it didn't hurt to check it out. Considering he was avoiding Magatus like the plague, it's not like he had anything better to do on his off time.
But, of course, it's never quite that simple.
That's why, if you're out and about in the city, or even in the museum itself, you might come across a strange sight. It's not very often you see a teenage boy sword-fighting a unicorn, parrying his weapon with the horn on the beast's head. A rumpled notebook dangles from the creature's teeth, dodging Xiaolang's attempts to snatch it back before lunging in to attack once more.
... except it's merely a feint, and it instead starts charging in the opposite direction (maybe even towards you?), upsetting any tables or outdoor stands in it's path. Xiaolang, not one to be deterred, begins to give it chase, face pinched in frustration. Oh boy.]
Give me back my homework!
vi ; all i need is to be struck by your electric love
[The Atrium is yet another place he doesn't stop by that frequently (unless his school has some sort of performance or Li-Na has a recital), but he's not the type of person who would refuse to help if someone asked. Granted, it's debatable how much someone his age could actually do, but his engineering skills and knowledge of electronics could at least provide some insight. At least, that's how he's figuring it, anyway.
The scratching puts him on edge the moment he walks in, bringing to mind the less than pleasant experience with the rats in the subway tunnels, and the darkness does nothing to help. He doesn't know whether to be relieved or further unnerved when he spots that leathery wing darting away, but one thing is clear. This is definitely another stupid Retrospec-related problem.
With that in mind, he quietly summons his sword, the bright blue flames and his magic circle beneath his feet glowing even brighter in the inky dark, his jaw set in determination. Without wasting a moment, he pulls out his lightning talisman and slams his blade against it, invoking it's spell.]
Obey thy command! God of Thunder, come forth!
[A loud crack of lightning strikes a spot in the rafters above, briefly illuminating the hall in a bright white light, and for a moment, the skittering seems to stop. Xiaolang waits, with bated breath, hoping it's the end of it--
-- and then a snap of electricity volleys right back, nicking him in the arm before singing the ground right next to him. Biting out a curse under his breath, he glares at the direction of the attack, placing a ginger hand on his injury. His eyes then glance to whoever might be nearby (who hopefully did not see that rebound attack), his teeth grit against the sting of the shock.]
Do you know if there's any way up there? It's hard to do anything at ground-level like this.
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