it begins...

[nerdeology]

Who: You! Us! Everyone!
Broadcast: ???
Action: All over! It's a planet/moon mingle!
When: 8/15-9/12, or until captcha kills us all

Show some spirit! It's a new system, and that means new people, new shenanigans, new adventures, savvy? You'd better have enough moxie to thrive in this one...

Or maybe you're just here for the food.

Comments

[nerdeology]

[He does take pride in it- he wouldn't deny that. But there's always that desire, no, need to improve. For his own sake, for Sorey's. It would be better if he focused more on combat artes, but... well, a little bit of both can't hurt. Especially not here, when they're so much less danger threatening them.

Enough of that, though. He shifts in the water, half-turned, not standing up just yet but close.]

Is there anything I can do? You helped me, I'd like to return the favour.

[arcanepower]

[Belthazar bites his bottom lip, and he gets the feeling that he won't be able to keep lying if he's pushed. He slowly, deliberately pulls his feet beneath him. It's the kind of body language one sees in a child accustomed to running at the first sign of things going bad. He's scared of something and it's not Mikleo.]

Don't worry about it. I didn't-- I didn't do anything.

[He lets out a breath, lifts his head and tries to be as strong as possible.]

I should probably return to the Bishop. T-thank you for showing me your magic. I had fun today.

[nerdeology]

[He's familiar enough with this sort of behaviour to realize he's pushing where he shouldn't. The illnesses of mortals - or other species in general - is something he's only familiar with in terms of what he's seen with Sorey, but he's aware that some chronic sicknesses do exist- conditions that they might be afraid to talk about, or are embarrassing, or are too private to discuss with a stranger. Illnesses that can't be treated or cured.

He purses his lips and shakes his head, resting his hands back in the water. He doesn't want to cause conflict here, not when it's already more peaceful for the both of them.]

I'm sorry- you don't need to say it if you'd rather not. I won't pry.

[arcanepower]

[There's definitely some guilt and anguish with this. Even if Mikleo can't sense it, it's written on his face. Mikleo wants to help and Belthazar wants to let him-- he's learned to let people help-- but...

Light, he doesn't want Mikleo to think it's his fault.] I will be fine. Do not worry overmuch.

[He gets to his feet, using the railing to help. He breathes an apology, regardless.]

-- I am sorry.

[nerdeology]

[Ah.

Well. So noted for next time, then, assuming there even will be one. Mikleo watches him rise. He'd offer some assistance, but he's in no state to be of much use, and he figures his presence would be unwanted, anyway. Damn.]

There's... no need. Thank you again for your help.