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On leaving the Witches office so quickly, Azurite heads down the dark halls. Perhaps a bit quicker than he wanted to, as if there is one thing to be said about underground Mugen, it's this: Whomever created the floor plan was stark raving mad. Hallways that twist and turn, illogical dead ends, splitting paths. It reminds you of a trek through the mind of a schizophrenic, all outside logic and reason subsumed to one overinsanity.
Pipes and tubes poke liberally through the walls at most points, carrying God only knows what payloads - heat, water, chemicals, magical ether made liqiud, or a thousand other myriad possibilities. It adds a crazy crampiness to the entire affair, causing you to even need to duck once or twice to proceed.
Not only that, it looks to be in bloody powersaver mode. Besides a few patchy, weak overhead lights, it's dim and dark down here. It's not helping matters at all.
And of course, with that, comes a realization. Where the hell are you down here, anyway?[/img]
“Where the hell am I down here, anyway?
Finding the shadowy darkness just a tad too depressing at the moment, Azurite summons a balll of light to illumine his way. Pushing the shadows back he continues onward a bit before deciding that he was, indeed, good and truly lost. Just one more point to add to this day’s score it would seem.
Great, just fan-freakin-tastic! I’m almost tempted to ask how this day could get any worse, but one of these pipes might burst and stick me with some weird gender-bending curse.
Of course, he was Azurite. He was, almost by definition, a mage. There were ways to find the exit. Oh yes, arcane and mysterious ways that could bend and break the minds of mortal men. Sadly, he lacked the sacrifice necessary to invoke most of those so settled for a quick backtracking spell instead.
* Hatbot --> "Azurite rolls 2d6-1 and gets 7."
Casting the basic magic, it swirls and loops around. Power spreading for your body to your mind and eyes, the backtracking spell takes effect cleanly enough. Beginning to follow it, you come to an intersection, threeways. From the path the spell is dragging you in, you can hear footsteps coming that way. It sounds like high heels on the cold floors. Someone is coming.
Azurite increases the lighting, proceeding down the path at a more sedate pace.
“Hello?”
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Soon coming into your sphere of light is a red haired woman, with her long haired tied back behind light glasses and a white lab coat. Quite a familiar face indeed.
Eudial pauses as she appraoches, surprised to find anyone here. "Hey, who's down he...Azurite?" she blinks as she gets closer, her glasses sliding down her face a touch. "Hey, what the hell are you doing back, and down here of all places?!" The question comes in a semi shocked tone, as she copes with meeting someone she really didn't count on meeting today.
Azurite tries to smile it off. He tries hard, but the strain is becoming apparent.
“And good afternoon to you as well. Me? Oh no, I’m just peachy, thanks for asking. Took care of that whole ‘family’ thing. Why down here? It seemed like such a jovial place to get lost in, I just couldn’t resist. And yourself? How have you been.”
"Oh."
Containing her still dazed reply in one word, she manages a nod. "Well...I'm good, yeah...wait." Shaking that entire stunning off, "You're back?" he asks. "How did that thing with your family go?"
“About as well as could be hoped, I guess.” Azurite breaths out, embarrassment settling in. “Sorry, today just has not been my day. And yeah, I’m back. Just got in the other day, in fact.”
"Really," she peers at you. "And for your return, you got lost down here," Eudial smiles a bit at that. "Who left you down here, anyway?"
Even more awkward than I imagined...and I don't even have another interest...
“Well, I came down to say hello to Mizuno-san but she and the cat took off pretty quickly. They seemed to be in a hurry to go do something. After that I just sort of…” He shrugs. “And I only just recalled a certain spell to help me find my way.” He grins suddenly.
“And it led me to you. Wonder if that means something?”
Smiling a bit, "Maybe it does," she muses, stepping up to you. "Ami gave you the brush off, eh? If you're free...why don't you come along with me?" Eudial asks, mood brightening by degrees. "I have to go get something I left back here a long time ago."
He's cute...even if it's creepy because he's Kaolinite's brother...but he's cute.
OOC: Sorry, looong day of work. -_-
Nodding his assent, he begins following the red-haired technomage.
“So what have you been up to lately? The place seems to hsve changed quite a bit since the last time I was here.”
OOC: No problem. Trust me, I had the same thing yesterday.
IC:
As you continue down the seemingly illogical and twisting halls, "Nothing huge," Eudial replies. "How is it different, anyway? Did someone put a new coat of paint outside?" Peering at you from the corner of her eye, as she pays more attention to not getting lost, her red eyes nevertheless keep note of you.
Passing through an old double door, you head even deeper in. It's dustier here, and dimmer. Only a few lights provide any break in the routine.
“The magic in this place, it used to be pretty much relegated to the witches when I was last here. Now every time I open my sense to this place its lit up like a bonfire! I’ve never seen anything like it, personally.” Azurite seems rather exited about the change.
Slowing slightly as you head along a relatively straight, long corridor, Eudial turns to you. "Well...things have gotten crazy around here for awhile," she shrugs. "And there was a bit of an incident." Stopping as you come to a dark, metallic door, just now starting to rust, Eudial pauses.
"Some loon came raising trouble, basically. Had a lot of energy, and it burst all over the place when we finished with him."
“When you… finished him?” Azurite blinks.
Turning to you fully now, "Yeah." Eudial says, going more serious on you again. "He damn near killed Usagi's adopted daughter and would have killed a few other people if we hadn't gotten them help right after the battle."
Turning away quietly to reach out to the door, "Zirae came after us with murderous intent. We merely protected ourselves." An angry scowl is on her face now, though you get the feeling it's not directed at you. "With what he did and with what he wanted to do, it was a mercy for all of us that he died."
Azurite rests a hand on her shoulder comfortingly.
“I really have missed a lot, haven’t I? Well, self defense is self defense, I suppose, and-“ He pauses. “Wait, Tsukino-san has a daughter?”
"Yeah," Eudial says, not really trying to remove Azurite's hand.
God, why am I going on like this? Stop blabbering like a baby!
"It's a really long story," Eudial comments as she pushes the door open. Inside is a dark and small lab room, dusty and forgotten. A few tables, some beakers,a burner, a ominous, metal machine in the corner...
"Hold on...I think it's in here somewhere," your compainion says, seperating to begin poking through the room.
“So, um, what are we looking for down here, anyway?” Azurite asks, moving across the room. He opens his magic sense once more, hoping that whatever it is might give of an aura so he could leave this underground labyrinth sooner.
Hm. Maybe that machine in the corner…
* Hatbot --> "Thepanda rolls 2d6+4 and gets 15."
As Eudial messes around at one of the tables, that machine catches your eye. There is the faintest magic coming from it or near it, something...pleasant. Something you like. The machine itself reminds you of a vending machine sans a lit up front...
Azurite, noting the pleasantness of the machine’s aura, moves toward it like a moth to a flame.
Eudial only glances up at you distantly, as she shuffles between some old glass beakers and some papers. "Careful, there's some really strange stuff back here."
As you reach the machine, it is a stripped down vending machine. Whatever purpose it may have had is unknown, but you can sense something...whatever is giving off that faint aura is just behind it.
“Oh yeah?” he calls back distractedly, pondering on how to get behind the thing. Grasping the edges he tries to walk it out, figuring that it should be fairly light if it’s stripped down.
It's a bit heavier than that, but not overly so. It's quite possible to inch it forward and away a bit. From this, you can just see a small, purplish thing on the floor. It's...perhaps the size of a golf ball, and lined strangely. It's the source of the magical energy you feel, weak even this close to it.
"Yeah, G-some people stored all sorts of things down here." Eudial calls, as you catch sight of it.
Azurite… reaches… for the small, purple object. “What’s this thing?”
It's within grabbing distance. It's hard, like a shell, and vaguely warm in your hand. The soft purple is almost white, yet still notably not white.
Eudial glances over, staring a moment. Her glasses fall down her face a bit as she does so...
"The hell?" she blinks, honestly surprised, before she freaks out. "Azurite! Drop that and get away from it! NOW!" she shouts, grabbing a nearby test tube.
“Huh? What?” Azurite drops it in confusion and takes a step back. “What’d I do?”
"Just get away," Eudial grunts, rushing over quickly! Yet as you do so, the egg rises, glowing softly!
"Shit!" Eudial curses, instead going for you and grabbing your hand. "It's waking up!" Indeed, it's rising off the floor, starting to head to the old vending machine...
There are Daimon eggs left? I thought Rei and everyone got them all...And if one is still around....fuck!
“What is it?” Azurite follows Eudial’s lead, getting the hell out of the way as the tiny purple thing begins floating around. No, this was probably not a ‘good thing’.
"It's a Daimon egg," Eudial comments, as she gets some space,d ragging you to near the door!
It floats at the machine, starting to glow a moment, weakly! The aura expands some at this, a nasty aura indeed! It reaches out to the machine, trying...and trying....
“What’s it doing?” Azurite asks, noticing the odd activity of the egg. “I think its try to bond to the drink machine.” A tad fascinated, Azurite stops to watch. “It is trying to bond! I think I might know a spell to stop it,” he says, fishing through his memory for some such spell. Probably a barrier spell, as the egg doesn’t seem too powerful.
"That's EXACTLY what it's trying to do," Eudial says, half shouting. "We need to..."
The egg continues to glow, but starts to sputter and shudder. It's magical aura flickers out, the Daimon seed falling to the ground with a hollow crack! Split open by the fall, a bit of black, smelly smoke comes from it.
The aura from it is dying fast, too, almost gone now.
"...stop it?" Eudial finishes, coming up short and blinking owlishly at the seed. "Or not." Taking a breath and walking over, she kneels by it. "Good - it's dead now." Waving her hand in front of her nose from the smoke, she breaths a sigh of relief.
“Ok, so what’s a Daimon and why’s its egg laying around here?” Azurite moves toward the red-haired woman, pondering. “This have something to do with that Ziria guy?” He reaches for the shattered egg bits, wondering if they might make a good spell component one day.
Glancing up at Azurite out of the corner of her eye, "Nothing to do with Zirae. Just...let's not worry about it right this moment," Eudial decides. Standing and dusting off her lab coat, "I should go talk to Professor Tomoe about this...,," she states, resuming a solemn demeanor.
If Germatou left any more surprised or failed experiments down here... I should go talk to Professor Tomoe as soon as possible. And if Azurite or someone so inclined sparked it back to a form of life...
Damn!
Taking a breath, "I don't think the shell is worth anything," she replies, shrugging.
I wonder if they reacted to magic, or to the fact that he's Kaolinite's brother? If...
Azurite pockets the egg, not in the least detoured.
“Perhaps not, perhaps so. You never know what might come in handy one day.” He looks about the room, his magic senses alert for any other Daimon eggs that might be in the vicinity. “Did you find what you’re looking for? Because I can think of a few things I’d rather be doing than dungeon crawling right now.”
You do not sense anything else in the area like a Daimon egg. In fact, it feels relatively quiet right now. Relatively, for this school.
"I'll come back later," Eudial brushes it aside. "Come on. You're right - it's better to get out of here than wander around these damn halls."
“Lead on,” Azurite says, motioning to the door. He falls into step behind her, happy that at least one of them knew where they were heading.
Eudial is rather quiet as you head back through the shadowed halls, frowning and glancing at you once or twice as you head on. By the time you finally reach a familiar elevator, she breaks the silence.
"How is your family doing," she asks plainly. "I heard that's why you went off."
“Well enough,” he says, once again realizing that he’d probably has more awkward moments in a single day than he’d experienced in the last year, time back home explaining Kao-chan’s death not withstanding. “Well enough.”
A simple nod there. Just as well, perhaps, for the moment. The elevator arrives, rising you upward. "So..." Eudial says, picking away at the sticky silence that formed, "Your parents said it's okay to come back? Kinda surprised considering your sister."
“My mother is a huge education buff,” he shrugs. “Mugen has a fairly prestigious reputation, so once I’d told her I’d gotten accepted already she didn’t have much to say in the way of stopping me. My father seems to think this is a, how did he put it?” Azurite ponders for a moment. “A trail to test him, ‘him; being me of course, on his path to manhood.” Azurite nods to himself. “Or at least something close to that. The rest of the family wasn’t so happy to see me leave, but this is something I feel strongly about. I’m not going to let anyone else’s doubts cloud my judgment.”
This story takes up the time to rise to the floor with Professor Tomoe's office, Eudial nodding. "Azurite...tell you what," she says, pausing. "Here." Frisking in her pocket, she withdraws what looks to be a small, laminated ID. "Go on and get yourself something in the cafeteria with this, and I'll meet you down there in a bit."
"Ok," Azurite agrees, taking the badge. "Sure you don't need the egg?"
"Keep it," Eudial smiles a bit, trying to raise her mood. "Hell, make an Easter Egg out of it for all I care."
"Easter...Egg?" He blinks, comprehension replacing slight confusion quickly across his face. "Oh, right. Easter, yes. A bit early for that, yet." He smiles, happy that the mood seems to have at least partially stopped its downward spiral. "I'll meet you in the cafe, alright?"
He heads off, following his memories to the land of food and drink.
With a final goodbye in his ears, Azurite heads down to the first floor.
All things considered, you find that you hope you don't have the class before lunch more than a few stories upstairs. With clear halls and a minimum of direction searching(Thank God that these hallways are sane.), it still takes you a good five minutes to reach the cafeteria.
It's still gray through the windows showing the snow storm, yet there are a few students here, eating, chatting and studying. Going in line, you find they seve snacks and drinks afterschool as well, as it's used as a study hall of sorts for those who wish for a more relaxed afterschool setting. With a drink and a light snack, you start to kill the time...
A passable half hour goes by this way. It's a nice enough cafeteria - decent chairs, tons of space and tables, and a nice ambience. There are even some pleasing flowers here and there on some of the tables, and the sounds of lightr studying and friendly chatter help. Just as you wonder if you should consider a book or a nap, you see Eudial coming through the big main double doors.
Azrite waves her over, mentally noting that he really should be getting supplies if this was going to be as bad as the news had reported last year's storm.
Eudial quickly works her way to your table, smiling a bit now. "Hey," she nods as she sits next to you. "Anyway, yeah. That's all taken care of now."
"So what's the word?" he says, leaning back in his seat and lazily sipping a bit of cocoa.
"As far as Professor Tomoe can tell, it was just an old experiment that got forgotten in the shuffle here," Eudial says, sitting down and breathing a obvious sigh of relief there. "So it's hopefully a one of a kind phenominon."
One of a kind, huh?
"So what's a Daimon?" he asks. "And what kind of experiments cause a reaction like that, anyway? I'd figure if you were summoning creatures from the great beyond or something you'd at least be cautious enough to use wards and the like."
He shakes his head in disbelief.
"Loosing something like that in the shuffle, well..."
"It's not exactly a summoned creature," Eudial shakes her head. "It's...well, it's more of a created creature. It tries to bond to something and uses that as a basis for it's body."
Pausing a moment, Eudial decides to go on. "There was something of a mess around the time your sister died, and some things got forgotten in it. That was one of them."
"I see," he says, his curiousity piqued. "so why create something like that? A spirit guardian or wards would probably be better suited to protecting something than an egg of concentrated evil."
"It's a mess," Eudial snorts. "The Daimon eggs were a mistake, one that we've dealt with." Letting a slightly pleased smile form on her face, "There isn't a daimon left alive now."
Azurite clears his throat.
"Are you sure about that? I mean, there was that one that seemed to get overlooked. There could be others." He leans back, his eyes fixing on the snow falling outside a window.
"How much longer is the school going to be open? If it keeps snowing like this people are going to get stuck out here."
"We're fairly sure it's the last, and Professor Tomoe will have someone triple check to make sure," she says smoothly, to reassure. "Besides, it's not like anything that could evade our sweeps would be any stronger than the egg today. It only woke up when you roused it - and that was probably only because you have some magic on you." Brushing it aside and raising up in confidence the entire time, she goes on.
"It'll stay open until everyone leaves," Eudial shrugs. "At worst, there's plenty of space if anyone does get stuck here."
“I’d rather be somewhere nice and cozy in this kind of weather,” Azurite says, watching the falling snow. “I wouldn’t have even come out today, except I needed some gro-” he pauses, and then hangs his head.
“Some groceries. I forgot to get the groceries. I can’t believe I forget to get the groceries.” He looks up, frowning accusingly at the snow. “I don’t wanna go back out into that. I bet the shops are all closed by now, too.” He heaves a sigh.
Despite herself, Eudial laughs ever so little before she shows some measure of restraint.
"If you need to go out for that, I'll give you a ride," she offers, amusement blowing away the last shards of her sombre mood. "There should still be a few supermarkets open if we have any luck."
“I’d be ever so grateful if we could,” he agrees readily, recalling the underground-and-therefore-not-snow-covered passages she’d once driven him through. “You’re a lifesaver, Eudial-san.” He rises to his feet, moving to help the woman from her seat. “Shall we?”
Smiling by default at the attention, "Thanks, and let's go," she agrees. "The weather says it's supposed to keep on going until late tomorrow night - it's not going to be any better until then."
Leading out of of the cafeteria, Eudial takes you downstairs and through a few more twisted paths, though this one looks more well worn. Soon enough, you arrive at an underground garage of sorts, her car parked and waiting.
Like a tiger ready to pounce on innocent prey.
Azurite approaches the passenger side of the beast, his heart speeding up just a little bit.
Really, only a tiny bit.
Sliding into the passenger seat, he secures his safety belt and motions.
“Whenever you’re ready?”
Grinning as she hops in, "Come on...I'll show you that snow isn't any match for the Witches 6 Engine Mk 4!" At that, she keys the ignition, handling the clutch...
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Five minutes later.
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After zooming out of a seemingly tiny manhole and making a ten point parking job, Eudial lets out a deep, almost wolfish sigh as she unbuckles and lightly hops out of the car. "Wasn't that fun," she says, amid a grin that could cover a small mountain. You think you're near a supermarket...you think...
Azurite jumps out of the car.
Azurite jumps right back in, shivering.
“C-cold!”
Wearing a heavy red jacket, Eudial peeks back in. "Come on," she says,s till playful. "I don't have the money on me to buy things while you stay in here, Azurite."
“Right, right. I’ll just thaw the ice from my veins when I get home,” he mutters darkly, kicking himself for somehow not remembering to put on his coat. Putting on the thick barrier against the forces of nature, (and sporting a rather smart blue logo) Azurite departs the car once more, this time following Eudial’s lead.
And thus, inside you go. It's rather crowded and bare shelved, as the residents of Tokyo seem to be bracing down for the storm. Despite that, you get everything you want and out within an hour. A short, tramatic drive later nets you at your si- your apartment.
Carrying half the groceries, Eudial comes in a step behind you. It's better in here, without six inches of snow on the ground to make it cold. "Where do you want them," she asks, glancing around.
“The kitchen,” he says, pointing out the room in question.
Doing so, Eudial takes a bit to look around your 'kitchen'. "You really need to do some decorating," she notes as she puts the bags down. "Kaolinite doesn't looked to have bothered..."
No surprise there, Eudial thinks with a slightly nasty snort, before shaking her head. Should probably stop those comments, at least around Azurite. He never knew her how she was as a Deathbuster, after all. Maybe it wasn't even her fault...
“I know, I know. I only just got back, remember?” he says, depositing his own load of groceries. “I’m not really any good at redecorating things, either. The last time I tried the colors made my eyes bleed.” He squints at the wall, pantomiming the excruciating pain of having one’s eyes bleed at some unseen sight.
Trying, and failing, to resist a smile, Eudial chuckles. "It looks like you could use a woman's touch in here...it's so bland and dusty," she comments, taking another good look around.
“Um, I think that was a woman’s touch,” he says, chuckling. “But I guess it couldn’t hurt to spruce it up a little bit.” Azurite pauses thoughtfully. “Ok, a lot of bit. I don’t suppose you’d know of an enterprising young lady who could help me in this endeavor?”
Smiling now, "I'm sure I could find SOMEONE to do it," she says, bestowing you with a rather obvoius look. Taking a step forward, "Yeah, I could find someone...I doubt it would take her too long."
“Oh yeah? This wouldn’t be the twins, would it? I don’t think I could stand having everything in my apartment in stereo,” Azurite jests.
Twitch.
Eudial seems to hesitate a moment, turning away. "Yeah, the Twins," she says. "I'm sure they'd be good at it." Woah, you can't see her face, but her tone just dropped a few levels.
“A joke, it was a joke,” Azurite says hurriedly, placing a hand comfortingly (he hopes) on her shoulder. “Of course I’d love your help with this. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me since I got to Tokyo. Both times, even.”
Eudial stiffens slightly as your hand, but hears you out.
I don't know....miserable sense of humor....
"...yeah? I guess so..." she says quietly, not turning around yet.
Though...he is cute...
Taking a breath and turning back to you, bearing a small, tightly composed smile, "I'll go check out the living room, then," she says, leaving the kitchen rather quickly after that.
Well, crud.
Azurite lets her go, taking his time in putting away the groceries (I have food!) and ponder what to do next. Afterward, he heads into the living room, himself.
After putting away grocieries and coming out, you find that Eudial isn't in the room now. Perhaps she went to the bathroom, as she did leave her coat on the couch.
Azurite decides to stay in the front room, as he both feels a bit guilty over ruining the mood and also doesn’t want to seem pushy by inquiring into the bathroom.
A minute or two passes, until Eudial returns. She looks calmer now, though still just a touch out of sorts. Coming and sitting relatively close to you, "I didn't know you kept a library back there," she says by way of opening.
“The atelier, you mean?” Azurite posits, as it’s the only room that fits that description. “I thought all mages kept written records of their study. I can show it to you, if you’d like,” he says, rising from his seat and extending a hand toward her.
"Yeah," she replies, falling in step with you as you lead on back. Though, at the moment, she doesn't quite take the hand.
Letting his hand drop, Azurite proceeds toward the room in question. It isn’t exactly a huge room, though larger in dimensions than it probably should have been given the size of the apartment. A single window stares balefully out at the storm in progress, dark curtains pushed aside to let a little light in. Shelves and dressers line the walls; bric-a-brac and odd angled doohickeys of various sizes and shapes form a natural growth from the more permanent fixtures. The spell of old spices, old books, and things so ancient they reek of time waft out of the open portal and down the hallway. Not an unpleasant smell. It is the mage’s smell, a highly valued perfume for those who had acquired a taste for it.
The books themselves are of a varied nature, tomes of long dead practitioners sitting next to the latest research in the biological mechanics of the cantrip. None are dusty, as Azurite doesn’t care for dust, but they maintain an aged dignity of which any librarian would approve. A largish worktable dominates the central area, though at the moment it is covered in half unpacked boxes rather than any expensive glassware or arcane experiments. The floor, what can be made out of it that isn’t covered by rug, is engraved with glyphs and ruin of an unspecified nature, though the pattern seems to keep the table area at its epicenter.
All in all not the greatest atelier in existence, but a fair bit better than one would expect in an apartment in Tokyo.
Eudial takes the entire expanse in reasonably enough; surprise kept to a minimum on the reason that she was just here a few minutes ago. Sniffling her nose slightly and repressing a sneeze, she surveys the entire room again.
"So, yeah....you do your magic in here," she asks, trying to move it past simply looking and get to some sort of discussion.
"Pretty much, yeah," Azurite agrees, wondering at the sniff. "If the smell is bothering you we can go back to the front room," he offers.
"No, it's fine," she replies shortly thereafter, getting a good look around. "You use the same sort of magic as your sister," Eudial muses, as she examines one of the main bookshelves - the one full of general use books Kaolinite left behind.
"It's strange...for me and most of my friends, magic is simply natural. You have to study it like this?" On saying so, she idly inspects one of the books, taking it and reading the spinecover - Nergal's Fire Evocation. "Though...This one doesn't look too bad," she says, grinning.
“I’m no adept,” he shrugs. “And anyone who can use magic is born that way, its just some people have to call it forth while others it seems to find on its own. I happen to be in the first group. But then again, I know a wide range of abilities so it evens out in the end.”
With a nod to that, and curiously cracking open the book she holds to read on, "Hmmm..."
Explains something about her, I guess...
Though...
Put his sister away, girl. He's a cute guy who's actually interested...stop comparing him to that bitch...
Unseen to Azurite, Eudial frowns a bit. But before it goes anywhere, she banishes it away. "Do you just read in here, or do you do all sorts of magical experiments?"
“I haven’t actually done much in here just yet, but back home I’ve done all sorts of magic. Locating lost items, divination, instant cleaning, vermin repellant, x-ray goggles; I’ve seen all sorts of things.” He moves to one of the distant shelves, opening a small, ornate ivory box and deposits the daimon egg remains in it.
Eudial nods once, idly mouthing something as she reads your spelltome. "Hey, how do you say all this," she asks, a moment later a badly garbed word - perhaps a butchered spellword - spilling from her mouth.
“Whoa, hey, whoa!” Azurite says, almost jumping back to her side. He carefully, carefully removes the book from her hand, glancing down at the incantation she had been working on, all the while smiling a nervous and overlarge grin.
Basura’s Exploding Projectile. Area of effect: 25 feet.
A small chuckle joins the grin as he slowly closes the book.
“Um, well. We don’t caste explosive spells in the house. Landlords throughout the ages have expressed displeasure when they see the damage. And chanting spells, even bits of them, incorrectly can have some seriously disastrous effects. I have an uncle who mispronounces a single syllable in a summoning in chant and to this day he still has a swarm of gyngurls following him everywhere he goes.” He takes her now empty hands into his own quickly, not wanting to screw this moment up as well. Staring into her eyes the nervousness vanishes (although that might just be because she no long has the book).
“If you want, I can teach you some stuff and the proper precautions. I like you too much to want to see you hurt by this.”
OOC: Blah. I don't know why this took me so long to type up.
IC:
With a bit of a pause and maidenly blush, "We could try that," Eudial agrees, her hands in yours. She doesn't try to remove the, either. "Yeah..." Blushing and smiling honestly, "Yeah, we could try that."
Azurite just smiles.
"You're so cute when you smile like that."
"Aren't I," she agrees, her eyes meeting yours...
"I've been told I look a lot better when I smile, you know." Leaning in and standing on her tip toes ever so slightly...
"I agree," Azurite says, raising a hand to cup her face. He leans forward as well, still staring into her eyes...
"Yeah," Eudial murmurs, cheeks blushing and a open, happy smile on her close-closer lips...
Very close and very notably inviting...
It was once said that a kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous. Had he a thought in his head as their lips met, Azurite would have readily agreed.
His lips met her own lightly, first. Cautiously. But soon he was drinking more deeply, throwing caution to the wind.
It's a strange thing to you, yet one that you find you enjoy deeply, the feeling of lips....
When you find yourself seperating, you can feel your cheeks burning and can see Eudial's doing the same.
"Um," Azurite says intelligently. still blushing.
"Er...umm...yeah..." Eudial does much the same, grasping herself as she lights up. "That was....nice...?"
Due to Panda being gone a long while, I'm going to go ahead and lock this, doing a short summary of the night and booting him into a new topic on his return.