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 Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 5:08 pm
It's not fair! he cries angrily. And his anger reverberates through his thoughts like a savage pounding drum.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 5:11 pm
*Kero holds him close, shielding the world*
It's okay, Passura...I'm here....it's okay....
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 5:18 pm
Tiny dark hands beat at his chest a the boy fights his demons. "Not fair..." he cries in great gulping sobs. A chair jumps into the air and sails around the room. Behind him, Kero feels Lyssan subdue it with a touch of power and feels grateful that he doesn't have to split his attention.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 5:24 pm
*Kero simply holds him close....his power is of no help in this battle...and he extends a hand to Pass's mental form...an anchor....to hold onto in the storm*
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 5:32 pm
The boy snatches at the mental anchor and launches himself at Kerobian. Kerobian's shields are all facing inwards, protecting the world from the storm within and the boy slides into his mind with uncanny speed. Like a hot knife through butter he invades Kerobian's thoughts, mingling the two minds so thoroughly it is hard for the mage to delineate who is who. "Help me... help me..." he cries in despair.
Lyssan extends a mental arm and latches on. "Hold fast..." she cries.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 5:36 pm
*Kero does, grabbing on with a Voidmage's loyalty to those they love....nothing will break that grip*
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 5:51 pm
With Lyssan's help he finds his center, and in turn he helps the boy find his. Ever so slowly he reins in the boy's erratic talent and helps him to regain his sense of self.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 6:12 pm
*Kero holds the boy close, letting his peace fill him*
Sssshhh...I'm here...I'm here....
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 6:23 pm
After what feels like an eternity, but was really only a matter of hours, the boy calms against Kero's chest. Then once he does that it is but a short step to falling into an exhausted slumber.
Lyssan slowly withdraws from Kero's thoughts and gives his shoulder an absent pat. "He's so tired right now I don't think he could erupt if he wanted to... get some rest Kero. Ye look transparent. And this time... no stones.. even immortal mages need to recoup."
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 6:54 pm
*Kero carries Passura to his bed, then climbs in next to the boy, curling around him protectively...they are both soon fast asleep*
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 7:04 pm
Lyssan chuckles under her breath and curl up outside his doorway, guarding over them as they sleep.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 7:09 pm
*The next day, Kero awakens early, and looks at Passura...finding....*
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 7:14 pm
Passura is curled up against him, sleeping but he appears to be unduly pale, his ebony scales lack luster and the flesh about his eyes and mouth is dull and dry. His skin feels hot to the touch, but he doesn't seem to be running a fever.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 7:17 pm
*Kero nods, recognizing dehydration, and carries him to the stream to cool and moisten his skin....he lays him in there, holding his head up, and gently lets water trickle into his mouth, guiding it down his esophagus with magic*
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 7:21 pm
After a bit the boy revives and reaches his thin arms about his neck. "Mes'sirrah..." he whispers in a hoarse croak. "Why me.... what am I?" his voice lacks the sense of spirit and enthusiasm from before, no humore, no joy... tinged only with a sense of grief and loss.
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