draketh99 -> RE: =EC 2019= Cellar Arena (7/31/2019 23:10:58)
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Inhale. Exhale. It burns a bit. The musk, catching and twirling about, competing with the floral afterscent. That was the amber, wasn’t it? Then the cherry and spice working in powerful unison to catch beneath the eyes and lift. The dragon’s blood resin did its work. Sickeningly sweet, the aroma of citrus clouded the mind before clearing again, rolling waves of fuzzy consciousness and rude awakening. Round glass flasks over small flames. Steam wafting off a blue liquid, leaving a much darker and vicious product. Are one of those burning? Only a bit. A little bit won’t matter. A small black cast iron pot now glowing around the bottom. Kraken tallow takes a while to reduce, doesn’t it? Good, too fast and it may ruin, it’s not easy to get. This is all coming together nicely, everything is much quicker than it seemed like it would be. Does the dragon’s blood affect time? It isn’t impossible. Pressure behind the tongue, it’s hard not to gag when the smells mix. Tallow to syrup to glowing ash, then pulverized ginseng to bind it all together. Just the smell of the mixture refuses to leave the tongue, a hint of something that just won’t leave. It’s finally ready. It’s been measured, marked, and sectioned off. There’s some paper to write it down and a small stopwatch to record the time. Time… It’s time… …. Everything tingles a bit, a buzzing in the back of the skull that flits with unfamiliarity. Air feels lighter, easier, richer. It burns just a little bit. Where does it burn? Everywhere. …. The stopwatch is going now, at least the minute hand has moved a bit. When did it start? It’s much further than it was. It feels amazing though, everything seems so light. Arms and legs move about with no weight, no resistance, no effort. Light is brighter though, so much brighter. How long has everything been so detailed? It’s dizzying. …. There are so many of them now. The hands all float around the room effortlessly. They clean, sort, sift any number of things. Some of them are large, some smaller, a few are absolutely massive. There’s just so, so many. They all work. They all work. …. Glass breaks, wood cracks, foundation shakes, and tiles clatter to the floor. They’re so strong, stronger than they’ve ever been before. They glow so bright. Glowing, it all glows, doesn’t it? Strong, so strong. So strong, so strong, strong, strong, strong, burn. …. Burning. It burns now, like it was, but more now. Control will have to win, focus will have to win. Fighting it works. No it doesn’t. Everything’s far too bright now. Arms feel like bursting, fingers spark. Are those sparks real? It’s impossible to tell. Pressure behind the eyes, close to bursting. Copper on the tongue, slowly branding. It’s a lot now, it’s far too much. Far, far too much. The world shakes, flits, and twirls. It needs to stop, it all needs to stop right now. The hands are just as erratic. They’re angry hornets, their stingers bruise. There’s no controlling them now, there’s no control left. Stop stop stop stop, it won’t stop. It’s far too much and it won’t stop. The world spins like it did, but faster. Copper has leapt off the tongue. It’s red now, there’s so much red. Where did all the red come from? It hurts so much, the pressure behind the eyes wants to burst. The sparks on the fingers no longer fly, they coil like serpents. The dizziness needs to stop. The world’s fading now, everything keeps blurring. Everything’s blurring much more than it should. Colors are dripping, dripping and disappearing. They’re going somewhere. Everything goes with them. They’re in a tunnel, everything’s at the end of the tunnel. The tunnel keeps getting longer and longer and longer and longer and longer and longer and longer and longer. Perhaps sleep will help. Another blurr, then nothing. “Where in the hells is he?” Diana’s mind raced. “I can’t believe he’d miss this. He promised. He promised. She raced through the alleys, brushing each and every wandering body out of her way. She took each and every turn along the path she knew by heart. “Maybe he slept in? He’s been studying for that entrance exam a whole lot lately. I really hope he passes this time. It’d be so wonderful for us to be at the academy together. He must have fallen asleep.” She turned the final corner, the familiar old shack of a house now sat in sight. She cleared the makeshift fence, reaching the door. “I can’t believe he slept in, I swear I’m gonna kill him. I’m really gonna kill him.” The door was locked, though she clearly didn’t mind. A swift kick popped the latch right out of the frame. She would fix it later. She cleared the entry room, only briefly noticing the state around her. “What’s he been doing here?” She asked herself. “Even that old picture of his mom and dad? He’d never…” Diana quickly strode over and picked the small picture frame off the floor, dusting off what broken glass she could before setting it back on the wall. She turned and quickly strode back to his door, turning the knob. This one was locked too. “What the hell is he doing back here? And… is something burning?” The air froze in her chest as Diana looked down, noticing a small dark puddle that stuck to her feet. She quickly launched her shoulder at the door, splintering frame and latch alike. The metallic and musty stink met her senses, dragging tears from her eyes. Burnt tallow, old ashen incense, and the sandy smell of shattered glass. “Jaxdon what on earth did you d-” The phrase caught in her throat as she dropped to her knees and scooped the boy up, tears welling in her eyes. “No, no no no! What did you do?!” She quickly checked and ran her hands all along his body, across his skin. She checked for bruises and desperately searched for a pulse. “Cold… Why is he cold? What would make him cold? What did he do?!” Diana bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, forcing herself to calm and to think. She lifted Jax and walked over to one of the low, wooden workbenches. She kicked every flask, bottle, and tome on the table and quickly. She rushed over to his bookshelf, tearing tomes away until the right one caught her interest. She rushed back and knelt by Jax’s side, murmuring as she thumbed through the pages. She gasped in ever so slight relief as the recognized the incantation seal. Diana traced her fingertip over the blood etched sigils on the page as she loudly announced the incantation. “From the sprites of the storm and serpent that sails the sky, I pray for favor and command lightning to his form!” Her eyes lit up, glowing blue for a moment as white hot sparks shot from her hand as she hovered her palm over Jax’s chest. The scent of burning flesh stung her nose as his form lurched, spasming for only a moment. Diana quickly ripped her hand from the sigil in the book, ending the sparks. She watched him closely. His eyelids fluttered and his chest twitched. She followed with a firm, sharp strike to the solar plexus. Jax gasped. That gasp was beautiful. Gasping was breathing. He was breathing now. Diana knelt over the boy’s chest and wept. Jax clutched at his forehead. The world was spinning, his ears were ringing, the entire world felt so hot. That heat made even more absurd by the searing cold that pricked his skin. A cough forced the clogged air from his lungs. That cough sent searing pain up his chest. He sat up, though a few loud clicks inside his body nearly prevented him from doing so. “What….What on earth was that…?” He murmured out loud. The world slowed and quickened far too much for him to worry about how long he was sitting there, or who else heard him. Memory of the past few moments slowly crept back into his skull, cautious to return after such a trauma. “Th- the trophy… It exploded?” Jax looked down at his body, shard of ice lacerated and stuck into his skin. The sharp contrast of hot blood and cold ice exasperated the burning sensation. Every wound throbbed with pain in time to his heartbeat. He looked back up, noticing he was several feet from where he had been standing. “I fell to the ground… Then…. A dragon’s tail?” Jax looked up and around the room. There were blurred shapes all about, yet none of them dragons. Jax tried to stand, yet his body wouldn’t. A sharp pain and a slip sent him onto the ground. A high yelp escaped him as he landed on his mangled hand. He looked down at the ground, horrified to find that he’d slipped on his own blood. “Oh… No. No no no no….” Jax gulped as panic set in. That puddle was quite a bit. Jax quickly slipped his good hand all over his body before a cold sensation allerted him to finding the right spot. Pressure felt cold against his inner thigh, right next to an icy spike that had cracked and fallen apart. Just seeing the blood rush out of the wound brought him to the brink of becoming sick all over himself. He shivered and forced it back, forcing himself to think. His focus was now but a flickering ember. “What can I do? I have to stop it, I have to get out of here… I have to-” Jax’s hand slipped over his pouch. He felt the chalky cubes roll around under the leather. “I have to…” Jax unclasped the pouch and brought a small cube to his lips. The musky, sweet smell nearly made him sick again. That smell brought it all back. It was all right in front of him again. The musk, the buzzing, the energy, the floating. He remembered the strength, the focus, but then the burning, the dizziness. He remembered the world fading. He remembered a tunnel before the entire world went dark. And when the world finally did return, Diana was crying. He hadn’t seen her smile since. A tear rolled down Jax’s face as he put the cube away. He snapped his fingers six times in a star pattern, barely able to mumble out a coherent incantation. Six hands appeared out of their respective glowing sigil gates. Three of these hands rushed to his side, tearing at his clothing and using it to tie off his leg. When the makeshift tourniquet was uncomfortably tight, all but one flew away. The last hand stayed behind and pressed down onto the wound, keeping searingly painful pressure upon it. The remaining hands flew off rapidly, three towards Night and two at Bassareus, flailing wildly like uncoordinated and enraged hornets. “I have to do this…” Jax whispered, looking at his two opponents. “I’m sorry, you two… I promised them I’d do this…”
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