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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! ))

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[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.]

[ 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... ]

...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.

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.

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.

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?

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

Then maybe that's where we need to start.

You want me to set the desert on fire?

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

[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...

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?

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

Not as scary now, right?

I guess not...

[Mikleo's brows furrow, cautiously rolling the fire around on his palms. Slowly it moves as he wills it, much like a pool of water might, but slightly more volatile, and a completely different temperature. He still doesn't find that part of it unpleasant, though, which is... weird, but okay.]

Still weird, though.

It's kinda like people, right? It knows when you're scared of it.

[ Zaveid smiles, leaning back, watching almost fondly. ]

It's gonna be weird, as if I'm using Earth artes suddenly. But it's all you, Mikleo.

I wish you'd all stop saying that. I'm a seraph, so a big part of me is my element. You know that. Just switching that out with another is a way bigger deal than you're making it sound.

[Sorey had tried a similar tactic for cheering him up, and as much as he appreciates the attempt, he's still aggressively against the theory.]