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[tsunergy]

Who: Mikleo (& Sorey!) and you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Huntress & Iskaulit
When: now! Bam!


( video; morning )

[The communicator glitches itself on with an intrusive beep, displaying the occupied captain's bed of the Huntress, which at this hour is just a pile of blankets and a tousled head of brown hair; there's a bump that indicates another body, but none is visible on the camera. The noise causes a bit of stir, followed by a muffled sneeze and a groan. The sneeze carries with it, oddly, a spark.

A moment later, a glimmer of a small flame licks at the fabric around the shoulder of the brown-haired occupant.

Silence.

And suddenly the blankets jerk upright, and Mikleo's voice comes through--]

Sorey!! Wake up, you're on fire!

Nnnno ‘s just warm...

Wh- seriously!? That's your... ugh, hang on, I'll-

[Mikleo gestures invisibly, summoning water to douse the flames, but it isn't water that comes out. And now the bed is really on fire--]

….AAAAHH!!! What, what!?

AAAH, WHAT?! [Sorey jerks awake and that’s when the camera gets smacked around, tumbling onto the floor for a view of him screaming at the fire and trying to beat it -and something else?- with a pillow.] Fire! Mikleo, fire-!

I know!! I know!!

[CLICK- dead air.]



( action; huntress & iskaulit )

[If you happen to come across Mikleo for the next several days, he's stalking angrily and purposefully around, probably grumbling about the Atroma and their delightful meddling. Instead of the usual blue tinting the tips and curves of his hair, it's a soft auburn, the tips sliding into a gradiant of reds and pinks. He's on the hunt for distractions, and oh, is he ever cranky about his new look.

He's also leaving little spark trails behind himself, still not in control of his new element, so... maybe tell him, so he doesn't set anything important on fire?]



(( mikleo is augment-glitched into a fire seraph! laugh at his pain. both sorey & mikleo may respond to the first part! ))

Comments

voice.

[airily]

[ A little bit later, once he's sure all that flame has died down. ]

Uh. You doin' okay?

voice.

[tsunergy]

[omg dad you're useless]

What do you think!?

voice.

[airily]

[ hey you handled it. ]

A glitch, huh?

[tsunergy]

Looks like it.

[and he's SO. ANNOYED.]

What a sick joke... are they trying to get someone killed?

[airily]

In this place? Probably.

[ Zaveid sighs. ]

You need any help?

[tsunergy]

[Uuuugh.]

...Know anything about controlling fire artes?

[Because apparently being the dominant element hasn't helped him any. Maybe Zaveid would know more, considering how much longer he's been alive.]

[airily]

I might know a little bit. Want me to come over?

[tsunergy]

[Oof... there's already enough damage to the ship, probably.]

Can we meet on the station? I'd rather not try anything on board. Everyone's yelling about it enough already.

[airily]

Yeah, sure. Probably for the best. Meet in an hour?

[tsunergy]

Fine by me.

[He goes ahead and travels there early, figuring it would be better to get himself off of the ship and somewhere harmless. The desert-esque station seems the best place to keep his damage under control, so he finds a spot far from where most of the activity on the station occurs, and sends Zaveid the coordinates.

Then he finds a spot to sit down in the sand, trying to... meditate or something, while he waits. Or at least just try not to set anything on fire again.

....

He keeps seeing his hair in his peripheral and it's so jarring. Ugh.]

[airily]

[ It doesn't take Zaveid too long at all to make his way to the Iskaulit, and when he does he makes his way to where Mikleo is. Whatever has happened - this element change - is enough to have him feeling tight and uncomfortable, so he can barely imagine what it might be like for the other seraph. To go from water to fire... He can barely imagine what it would be like to lose his wind and pick up earth instead.

It just makes him hurt a little.

Walking into the room Zaveid stops by the door, watching. He doesn't say anything, at least for a moment, until he shakes his head. ]

Hey.

[tsunergy]

[Mikleo hears him coming, but it isn't until Zaveid speaks up that he opens his eyes and glances back.]

...Hey.

[At least his eyes are the same, even if everything else feels different.

Now that all of the other seraphim are gone, Zaveid's probably the only one who really gets it.]

[airily]

[ Dropping down, Zaveid tucks his legs under himself, grinning. ]

So. What're you feeling?

[ He's known a few fire seraphim in his time, over the years. Lailah wasn't the only one, not in his long life. He might know a thing or two.

It's not wind, it's not like... Helping someone else he'd helped once, but... ]

[tsunergy]

...Nothing great, if I'm being honest.

[And he's going to try to be. With how the frustration is practically radiating off of him, it'd be difficult to lie about it, anyway. Sorey had noticed how stressed he was about it right away.]

It feels... warm. Warmer than I'm used to, and I know it's weird, but my body thinks it's normal, too- does that even make sense? It's wrong but it's natural.

[airily]

It's everything you're not meant to be. It's gonna feel like shit.

[ Zaveid lifts the wind around him, gently, letting it wrap around Mikleo. It's an attempt at soothing the flames of him. ]

Fire is gonna be different to water. Water... It's a lot calmer, sometimes, until it gets mad. Fire is wild and determined and it wants you to get that. It wants you not to fight it.

[tsunergy]

Maybe that's the problem.

[He feels the wind, leaning into it a little- or perhaps just leaning into Zaveid himself.]

It clashes with who I am. Like it's... trying to change me to fit the fire.

[airily]

Then we gotta figure out a way for you to try and accept it.

[ Zaveid nods, moving a little bit closer. ]

Have you tried using any of your fire based powers?

[tsunergy]

Not since we woke up on fire, no. I was trying to avoid it.

[airily]

Then maybe that's where we need to start.

[tsunergy]

You want me to set the desert on fire?

[airily]

No. I want you to try and make a little bit of fire.

[tsunergy]

[Mikleo huffs quietly and glances down at his hands, reluctantly focusing inward for a long moment. Calling up a simple fire is as easy as calling water would normally be, now, but controlling it is a different story, and he doesn't know any of Lailah's artes, either.

His hands spark a few times, as he struggles to make sure the flame is neither too big or too small, until a palm-sized flame hovers tentatively over his hands.]

...okay...

[airily]

Now, that wasn't so scary, huh?

[ Leaning forward, Zaveid watches him for a moment as he struggles, nodding his head when it's done. ]

Good. Now how does it feel?

[tsunergy]

It's... warm. And it kind of tingles? Like my palms have pins and needles, but it doesn't hurt.

[airily]

Not as scary now, right?