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The brink of death....

[Yurick had felt a power like that a few times back in their world. A memory of blue-white chains of light surrounding him, warming his body, binding his life into his flesh to keep it from slipping away....]

Zael gained a power like that, not long before we arrived here. I've seen it activate even when he was the one downed. Hopefully he won't need it wherever he is.

[He could feel his thoughts turning dark and shook himself out of it. Worrying was only going to make things worse.]

Hah... That's impressive. I don't personally have the magic power to use Samarecarm; it's a little beyond me.

You know, I bet it's the demons we need to worry about. They'll be beaten so black and blue we might not be able to get the information we need out of them.

[Atsuro tries.]

OK. We turn left when we exit, and we can take the train up to Scorpio.

((Bed again, goodnight!))

Edited 2013-08-30 04:49 (UTC)

[And Yurick appreciates the effort, even if it falls a bit flat.]

One of my lesser abilities is called Inversion. It allows me to turn certain damaging spells to healing ones. It's better than nothing but I can't use it to return someone from death's door.

[When they emerge from the Libra building, Yurick can't help looking both ways up and down the street. Lazulis is a large city, but it looks nothing like Hinoto-Ri. The strange lights, the towering buildings, the odd metal constructs called "machines," and the unusual clothing of the residents are totally foreign to the mage.]

I don't know if I'll ever get used to such a strange place.

[Atsuro, strangely, had the magic intuition of a rock, which was somewhat contrary to his role as the intelligent one in his group. At a pinch, he could manage a Mediarahan if he really needed to, but there was a reason he kept Laksmi around on his team. He decides that there's really not much need to embarrass himself by mentioning any of this.]

You're used to something a little more... 16th century, huh?

I'd like to hear more about your world, too, if you're up for it. My world is basically the same as this one. Even the demons.

I'm not sure what you mean by "16th century," but I can tell you my world is nothing like this.

[He goes on to elaborate mainly about Lazulis, the island-city he and Zael had been visiting before they were brought to Hinoto-Ri. It's quickly apparent that not only is his world medieval in comparison to Atsuro's, with Tudor-esque buildings and open air markets surrounding a grand castle, it's also definitely something that would remind Atsuro of a fantasy RPG.]

The closest thing I've seen to the strangeness here is the Lazulis Cannon, but its power comes from magic, not that bizarre lightning that comes out of the walls here. And while we have monsters, I've not seen a person who can control them the way you can.

[Atsuro listens attentively, all the more so as he realizes where Yurick's description is heading. He had, being relatively savvy about this kind of thing, expected something along those lines from the start due to Yurick's claim of being a magic-user, but everything sounded exactly like it came straight out of one his favorite games (called Last Fantasia or something pretentious along those lines).]

...Maybe it's just that no one has thought of taking Beastmaster as a class yet. Er. ...Occupation.

[Atsuro coughs discreetly before continuing on.]

Either way, it's probably for the best.

...Thanks for telling me all of that. It sounds like a pretty interesting place to live.

[He will refrain from saying 'I dream about living in a world like yours take me home with you' because that's kind of creepy. Still, his eyes are strangely shiny as he makes this casual remark.]

[If he could get home and there was a way to bring you with him, Atsuro? He'd likely do it. Deep down he considers the relative simplicity of his world superior to this noisy, strange place.

So long as they're not in the middle of a war with the Gurak, at least.]

It's my home. Life isn't always easy there, especially for a mercenary, but it's what I'm used to.

[Is that a very faint, nostalgic little smile forming on his lips?]

Zael always said friends make any place into home, but we all still wanted to settle down and live a quiet life.

Yeah...

This place would almost be perfect if all of my friends were around. ...Even different copies of them. ...Maybe my parents, too.

[A slight pause.]

Actually, they're probably fine back home. They'd just get worried about all of this demon stuff, hah.

But it's hard thinking about leaving all the friends I've made here, eventually, too. Especially since you know a good-bye would be for good. I can't imagine casually hopping worlds after this is all over and done with.

It makes forming friendships here a rather daunting prospect, I imagine. Knowing that eventually, one of you could die or be sent home... you have to wonder if it's really worth the effort.

[More than a little pessimistic, but it was an old wound from which those words came. Losing his family, being forced to deny attachment simply to survive... it had changed Yurick, and though he was more open than before, a part of him would likely forever be hesitant to open up completely.]

...It seems like that, huh?

[Atsuro glances off to the side as he suddenly becomes very interested in examining the architecture of Hinoto-Ri.]

When I was young, I thought about that sometimes. That maybe it was alright if I didn't have many friends, because I couldn't keep them with me, anyway. I was fine just being by myself.

[Zael would be ashamed of him. Instead of letting a positive person buoy his spirits, he's dragged Atsuro into melancholy. He mentally kicks himself for it.]

But something changed your mind?

[It's cool he's just building up for the inspirational speech anime style. Atsuro smiles slightly.]

Eheh... I guess something did.

I found it was pretty hard living like that. Or... someone ended up showing me. You have to weigh the costs, right? If the net gain of a friendship is positive, then it's still worth having in the end. It's true that you won't ever get hurt if you never let yourself get close to anyone. But... you won't ever be as happy as you could be, either. You won't make any fond memories or share any laughter. They say that about love - 'it's better to have loved and lost than to never love at all' or... something dumb like that. But it's true about most things.

[That lets Yurick relax somewhat. He's a bit envious that Atsuro can pick himself up out of a funk, though the mage knows his own attitude is better than it used to be.]

Is that why you've been so considerate toward me? You see someone worth befriending, then?

[He finds himself hoping it's true. Maybe it will prove that Zael's friendship isn't just a fluke, that the rest of the mercenaries aren't just confusing familiarity with true camaraderie.]

Oh...! Well.

[Atsuro looks faintly embarrassed.]

...I try not to think of it that way. What I said about the calculation is more the logical reason, but when it comes to friends...

Everyone is worth befriending, really.

[Yurick doesn't say anything for several moments. Then, finally, Atsuro sees a somewhat shy but genuine smile trying to form.]

Thank you, Atsuro. This means more to me than I can say.

[He coughs, a bit self-conscious, and glances around.]

If we come across an open area, I can show you my powers. I know you're still interested, right?

Hah... Don't mention it! I'm just... passing it on, in a way.

[Atsuro flashes a quick smile before suddenly regaining his interest in architecture, now for Yurick's sake as well as for his own was that a Ionian column right next to a Doric one geez what a mess]

But, uh, yes! I'd like that, if you don't mind. ...I think I know a place nearby; it's a bit out of the way, too, so we won't get gawkers.

That sounds perfect. I'm less worried about gawkers than I am risking someone panicking when they think they'll be hurt by my spells.

[He looks thoughtful for a moment, touching his chin.]

My magic circles empower my allies' weapons with fire as a secondary effect. I wonder if it would work on your demons without harming them.

I fight with my fists, usually, and my demons have... varying elemental affinities, already. Maybe the ones who are already resistant to fire?

[He was pretty sure Laksmi wouldn't appreciate the gesture at all. Atsuro glances around and turns down a side-street.]

Why don't I stay out of the way of your magic for now, just in case? We can do a little test afterwards.

That's probably a good idea.

[Yurick follows Atsuro down the side street, his mage senses on high alert for anyone that might try to sneak up on them. He trusts Atsuro, it's the rest of the city he's not certain about yet. If he feels hostility, he'll be ready for it.]

If we can find a target no one will miss, that would be perfect.

...I'm not sure anyone's going to be too happy to let anything be incinerated, but let's see if we can grab some cardboard boxes from a dumpster.

[Because that's where they were going. There's a small open space behind a set of buildings with a few dumpsters scattered around. Evidently where some of the residents disposed of their trash.]

Card... board?

[As they approached, Yurick wondered what those big metal bins were, at least until they got close. His nose wrinkled.]

Something back here smells absolutely horrid. I hope nothing died in one of these.

[About now he wished he had Zael's inability to smell anything.]

...

I don't think anything died in here. It was probably all dead already before. I hope so, anyway.

[Atsuro gingerly locates the least offensive-smelling one and glances inside. A stack of cardboard is duly recovered and dumped on the floor.]

Er, actually, how about I go first with the Persona? I'd like to wash my hands.

[Yurick nodded.]

I'm curious to see how it works. Perhaps I can learn from watching you?

[He backs up to give Atsuro room to summon, not sure how much the Persona will need. He's not sure what effect its powers will have on his own.]

Is this enough space?

Yeah, it's fine! I'll just... call him really quick.

[There isn't too much to see. After glancing around for no particular reason for a few moments, Atsuro holds out a hand unnecessarily and awkwardly calls out the name -- ]

Enki.

[There is the sudden sound of shattering glass, and in the blink of an eye, there stands two people where there had formerly been one. A dark-haired youth dressed in robes steps lightly through the air towards Atsuro, a jug held in his left hand. He would look essentially normal were it not for the streams of water cascading around him, vanishing as they strike the ground.]

...Do you mind sending some water my way?

[Yurick was expecting something, but it still startles him into taking a step back. Just how did Atsuro do that? He felt no change in the air, no surge of magic. It's... amazing.

He finally moves closer to the Persona, curious, reaching out to see if the being called "Enki" is solid or merely a ghost.]

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