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NAME: Amelia Eva Steinbeck BIRTHDAY: February 28th FAV CAKE FLAVOR: Mixed berries, whipped cream, and lemon curd
WHAT THEY WANT MOST FOR THEIR BIRTHDAY: For her AP Lit. class to pass their test w/ a 3 or higher.
[What's a tumultuous adventure without some polite battle banter sprinkled in? Amelia's keeping a wide berth from the ogre lest the impact of its strong legs knock her off balance or the other obvious dangers that come from flailing wildly as Gale sets about to defeat it. The spell he's cast seems effective despite the ogre's magic resistance. Worry flares up when two of his mirror images disappear as a result of their assault.]
That's good but keep the hits constant! We're giving it too many chances to move around!
[Though perhaps saying so is a mistake in and of itself— but Amelia's advice is good. He may be but one wizard, but with her assistance in keeping their foe off-balance, there are other spells that would suit to help keep the pressure on. He draws in a sharp breath, tracing another symbol as his remaining mirror image follows suit, then sending a series of searingly bright scorching rays at the ogre— resistance or otherwise, fire is still fire and ogres are still flesh and blood, and the monstrosity lets out a bellow of pain as the spell burns down to the bone, boring holes in its limbs and torso.
It lumbers forward, strength flagging, but takes another wide swing— this time bypassing the mirror image and coming far closer to the real Gale, its chances of missing him having been reduced with the loss of his other replicas. Gale reacts quickly, intent on using a spell to fall back and move out of the ogre's range, but even as he does so, he finds his left arm clipped by the ogre's club, hard enough that he cries out even as he blinks out of sight and reappears just beside Amelia.]
Augh! Amelia, stand back!
[Wincing, he raises a hand to send three glowing red arrows at their assailant, each one hitting its mark without fail— and only when the ogre falls to the ground perfectly still does he exhale and grab hold of his injured arm with the opposite hand, feeling one of his knees threatening to buckle beneath him.]
[She knew that would happen! But there's no point getting uppity about Gale getting injured just in the way she feared. Gritting her teeth, Amelia can only stay at a safe distance as he unleashes his final magic volley against the ogre. When it's finally defeated, Amelia runs over to the wizard.]
That was your arm. You're lucky I stretched out the corridor, you could have been squashed against the wall— Hold on.
[Without asking, Amelia pulls Gale's uninjured arm around her shoulder and waves her other hand. The corridor reverts to its previous state although the side-effect is that the dead ogre's body gets squished and blocks their way for the time being. Also, it smells like tinny blood, other unidentifiable stinks, and... Ugh.]
Can you walk? Are you lightheaded? Did it get you anywhere else??
[He supposes she deserves that 'I told you so' of hers, though he's far more annoyed with himself for reacting a split-second too late than he is with anything else about the situation. He clenches his teeth as pain surges through his and along his ribcage, drawing in a sharp breath as she puts his arm around her shoulders and returns the hallway to its previous state.]
Yes, yes, I can walk, I've certainly had worse— ow!
[He cuts himself off as another sharp pain radiates through the afflicted limb.]
In my defense, there's often been a sturdy friend with an axe between myself and any ogres, at least since I've been relieved of the greatest of my powers. I don't believe it struck me anywhere else, but I may need a few moments.
The fracture needs to be fixed up. Healing isn't part of my repertoire, but I've another solution.
[As she holds onto Gale, Amelia looks back and forth before directing them to a left turn. They're able to move to an area that has the remains of a campfire and some bits of straw.]
First, you'll need to lay down and we can assess the damage. Let's see...
[Amelia closes her eyes and Envisions... A well lit fire. Simple but soft cushioning. A tarp, pillows...
Her finger automatically moves to write the runes that can fill in the rest of the blanks and complete the final result. Within seconds, the fire roars to life, and a makeshift campsite has been created. Amelia squats down to lower Gale onto the cot.]
Can you roll yourself onto your back? I'll try to make this quick but thorough.
[Her tone of voice is such that he knows better than to argue, or to insist that he can manage this on his own. He allows himself to be guided to the remains of a sad little campfire, and even in his current state, watching the campsite bloom into being as a result of her efforts brings a faint smile to his face, regardless of the pain.]
That really is some remarkably useful conjuring— damn!
[He cuts himself off again as another jolt of pain takes him by surprise, and he hisses through his teeth as he lets her aid him in settling onto the cot, though despite his injury, he tries not to let too much of his weight bear on her.]
I believe I can, now that you've helped me this far. Thank you.
[Lest she think him ungrateful for her aid. Far from it. Exhaling to steel himself, he takes hold of one edge of the cot with his uninjured hand and eases back until he's horizontal, making a low grumbling sound as he looks miserably towards the ceiling.]
Not my finest moment. Hardly my worst, either, but it's difficult to say which injury is worse, the arm or my dignity.
[Amelia lets out a deep breath as Gale gets onto the cot and lies down. She'll create a barrier around their campsite so nothing gets in without a nasty surprise. The lines of her green magic hang from wall to wall and when she's satisfied with it, she turns her attention back to the injured wizard.]
Let's see... [She sits on the chair next to the cot and rolls up her sleeves.]
[Right. Of course. His shirt. She can't properly examine his injury unless he does so, but the part of him that had become comfortable enough with campsite living and its general lack of privacy is at war with the part of him that has always had to ask Tara to leave the room before he's able to undress.
The fact that he's become intensely fond of Amelia, of course, complicates things.
He clears his throat softly, collecting himself.]
Of course, that would— be necessary, wouldn't it. [However, even beginning to lift his injured arm causes him to wince and sharply draw a hiss of air through his teeth again.] ... on second thought, I may need some assistance with that.
[Amelia, business-minded as ever, has no such improper thoughts when her friend is badly injured. Time is of the essence and he shouldn't be suffering any longer than necessary.]
Alright. Let me just...
[With skilled deftness, it doesn't take her long to pull the tunic off, fold it, and set it aside.]
Now, when it comes to a fracture I'm going to have to—
Why is Mr. Gale Dekarios actually kind of toned? Yes, it's adventuring, probably, and the quest he was going on before checking into the hotel. Her eyes are lingering longer than expected and then—]
[Amelia mutters and it almost sounds irate. Maybe. Why? BECAUSE.]
What do you need all of that for?
[Is she referring to the muscle definition? The hair on his chest?? YOU DECIDE. Regardless, she regains focus and starts to trace her magic runes while hovering over his arm.]
[There's certainly some pain to be had as she assists him in disrobing, but he still manages to find room for embarrassment, his face now flushed a deep red as she cuts herself off to stare at him for a moment. Flustered, he averts his gaze and responds rather irately in his own right, letting out a huff of breath.]
It's natural!
[He's assuming she means the chest hair.]
You can't tell me you've never seen a man with hair on his chest before!
[... well. Unless she's had very specific tastes in the past.]
[Briar didn't have any and neither did Michael, funnily enough. But it's just one of those things you'd see peeking through, or maybe in movies, and think nothing of it, at least in Amelia's experience.]
Now hush. I haven't used this spell in a while and I need to write each line perfectly for this to work.
[He exhales through his nose, agitated, and presses his lips into a thin line.
She'd told him to hush?]
Not something I'd care to take a risk with, admittedly.
[So he will keep himself quiet while she works, his face still burning scarlet, though he does eventually turn his gaze back towards her to watch— her use of magic remains beautiful and fascinating, after all, and a bit of embarrassment certainly doesn't change who he is.]
[Amelia has fallen silent and into a deep focus. The runes reflect off the surface of her glasses. The mechanic of this spell is unlike changing her environment, manifesting an object, controlling an element, or just utilizing her pure magical energies. She needed to draw upon an inherent understanding of human anatomy and its injured and uninjured state for this to work and if she can help it, make it as painless as possible.
The beginner's mistake, with reversal magic, is not adding additional runes to numb the pain that comes with unbreaking a limb.]
... It's not just the arm, correct? Are your ribs injured too?
[He'll take that as permission to speak, and gives a firm nod in response, drawing in another sharp breath afterwards to steel himself when he feels pain shoot though the the muscles attached to those very ribs.]
Bruised, at the very least. None of them seem to be poking anywhere they shouldn't— consider me grateful for that.
[As she works, the orb marking on his chest begins to glow softly, much as it had that first day she'd tried a rune on him. It doesn't seem to be volatile, and lacks the hunger it had shown when he'd held his hand to her chest to show its power, but it recognizes her magic as something like itself, awakening in response.]
[The orb's reaction makes Amelia pause once again as she puts the finishing touches on her magic rune block. Her stare towards the mark on his chest is a pair of death daggers. That stupid vile black hole of magic better not absorb her spell.
She shakes her index finger at the orb threateningly and mutters under her breath. ]
[He has to bite his lower lip to stifle a laugh, having a distinct feeling that it wouldn't be appreciated— but she would scold an ancient orb of highly destructive magic as though it were a misbehaving student, wouldn't she?]
Just a reaction, I think. It won't consume anything I don't offer it.
[Or it never has before. He doesn't believe it's going to start now.]
—did you just wag your finger at it?
[He can't help commenting on it. That's awfully endearing.]
She just. Puts her finger down and doesn't answer his question... This lady...]
Well, that's good to know. I was concerned it would try to absorb any hint of magic. If I had to, I would have used a strand of my hair to keep it at bay.
[Amelia is almost done. But she has one more thing to say.]
... I'm sorry I made you self-conscious about your chest hair. It looks fine. There's nothing unnatural about it.
[Oh, she's not even going to acknowledge it. Why is that somehow more attractive to him? Really, it's incredible that he even has a thought to spare for that given his current situation, but he supposes that means her work must be going well—
Until she says that and he catches himself blustering again, almost choking on air.]
I'm not— self-conscious.
[He is. He can't get undressed in front of his cat. In his defense, she's a very smart cat.]
[Is that what she sounded like? Amelia has to stop and reflect for a second because as straightforward as she can be, she realizes that her behavior can be baffling.
She sighs and shakes her head.]
I wasn't angry, Gale. Baffled, more like it.
... Even at my age, there are still times when I'm not the best at expressing myself and it leads to misunderstandings. I apologize.
... I'm done with the construction. You can just lie there while I apply it to your body.
[The block of rune text that she had written out starts to oscillate, stretch, and then float down to Gale. The lines start to glide across his injured parts and the sensation is initially prickly, like ice.]
This isn't healing magic; think of it as a reversal of your body's former state. It's not pleasant but I've added some lines that will numb you to the sensations of being unfractured.
Let me know when you're ready and I'll begin the incantation.
[That, at least, gets a faint snort of amusement in response.]
Imagine the scandal.
[But for the matter at hand, he simply nods, his free hand curling against the edge of the cot to grip it, his gaze following the rune text as it descends. A shiver runs through him, but the sensation is undeniably magic.]
I'm ready. However unpleasant it may be, it's better than a fractured arm— and of course, I trust you.
[Which means he is willing to bear no small amount of discomfort for her to do what she must to aid him.]
[She clears her throat with a cough, takes a deep breath, and starts the incantation. The sound coming from her lips is harsh on the ears and guttural. In contrast to her usual spellcasting, there was an ominous quality to this type of magic. The runes on Gale's skin shine brightly and then dim down. For a split second, the icy sensation spikes up until there's none at all.
The wizard's fractured bones start to thrum and vibrate and although there's no hurt to be felt, it should nonetheless be startling as the unpleasant sound of bones indicates the reversal and reattachment, all sliding back into place. Amelia's voice fades and the magic is free to complete itself.
For one final time, the runes glow brightly and disappear completely. Amelia sighs with relief and then looks at Gale's face with concern.]
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[What's a tumultuous adventure without some polite battle banter sprinkled in? Amelia's keeping a wide berth from the ogre lest the impact of its strong legs knock her off balance or the other obvious dangers that come from flailing wildly as Gale sets about to defeat it. The spell he's cast seems effective despite the ogre's magic resistance. Worry flares up when two of his mirror images disappear as a result of their assault.]
That's good but keep the hits constant! We're giving it too many chances to move around!
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[Though perhaps saying so is a mistake in and of itself— but Amelia's advice is good. He may be but one wizard, but with her assistance in keeping their foe off-balance, there are other spells that would suit to help keep the pressure on. He draws in a sharp breath, tracing another symbol as his remaining mirror image follows suit, then sending a series of searingly bright scorching rays at the ogre— resistance or otherwise, fire is still fire and ogres are still flesh and blood, and the monstrosity lets out a bellow of pain as the spell burns down to the bone, boring holes in its limbs and torso.
It lumbers forward, strength flagging, but takes another wide swing— this time bypassing the mirror image and coming far closer to the real Gale, its chances of missing him having been reduced with the loss of his other replicas. Gale reacts quickly, intent on using a spell to fall back and move out of the ogre's range, but even as he does so, he finds his left arm clipped by the ogre's club, hard enough that he cries out even as he blinks out of sight and reappears just beside Amelia.]
Augh! Amelia, stand back!
[Wincing, he raises a hand to send three glowing red arrows at their assailant, each one hitting its mark without fail— and only when the ogre falls to the ground perfectly still does he exhale and grab hold of his injured arm with the opposite hand, feeling one of his knees threatening to buckle beneath him.]
Lady of Mysteries, that smarts.
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[She knew that would happen! But there's no point getting uppity about Gale getting injured just in the way she feared. Gritting her teeth, Amelia can only stay at a safe distance as he unleashes his final magic volley against the ogre. When it's finally defeated, Amelia runs over to the wizard.]
That was your arm. You're lucky I stretched out the corridor, you could have been squashed against the wall— Hold on.
[Without asking, Amelia pulls Gale's uninjured arm around her shoulder and waves her other hand. The corridor reverts to its previous state although the side-effect is that the dead ogre's body gets squished and blocks their way for the time being. Also, it smells like tinny blood, other unidentifiable stinks, and... Ugh.]
Can you walk? Are you lightheaded? Did it get you anywhere else??
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Yes, yes, I can walk, I've certainly had worse— ow!
[He cuts himself off as another sharp pain radiates through the afflicted limb.]
In my defense, there's often been a sturdy friend with an axe between myself and any ogres, at least since I've been relieved of the greatest of my powers. I don't believe it struck me anywhere else, but I may need a few moments.
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[As she holds onto Gale, Amelia looks back and forth before directing them to a left turn. They're able to move to an area that has the remains of a campfire and some bits of straw.]
First, you'll need to lay down and we can assess the damage. Let's see...
[Amelia closes her eyes and Envisions... A well lit fire. Simple but soft cushioning. A tarp, pillows...
Her finger automatically moves to write the runes that can fill in the rest of the blanks and complete the final result. Within seconds, the fire roars to life, and a makeshift campsite has been created. Amelia squats down to lower Gale onto the cot.]
Can you roll yourself onto your back? I'll try to make this quick but thorough.
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That really is some remarkably useful conjuring— damn!
[He cuts himself off again as another jolt of pain takes him by surprise, and he hisses through his teeth as he lets her aid him in settling onto the cot, though despite his injury, he tries not to let too much of his weight bear on her.]
I believe I can, now that you've helped me this far. Thank you.
[Lest she think him ungrateful for her aid. Far from it. Exhaling to steel himself, he takes hold of one edge of the cot with his uninjured hand and eases back until he's horizontal, making a low grumbling sound as he looks miserably towards the ceiling.]
Not my finest moment. Hardly my worst, either, but it's difficult to say which injury is worse, the arm or my dignity.
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[Amelia lets out a deep breath as Gale gets onto the cot and lies down. She'll create a barrier around their campsite so nothing gets in without a nasty surprise. The lines of her green magic hang from wall to wall and when she's satisfied with it, she turns her attention back to the injured wizard.]
Let's see... [She sits on the chair next to the cot and rolls up her sleeves.]
First things first.
Take off your shirt.
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[Right. Of course. His shirt. She can't properly examine his injury unless he does so, but the part of him that had become comfortable enough with campsite living and its general lack of privacy is at war with the part of him that has always had to ask Tara to leave the room before he's able to undress.
The fact that he's become intensely fond of Amelia, of course, complicates things.
He clears his throat softly, collecting himself.]
Of course, that would— be necessary, wouldn't it. [However, even beginning to lift his injured arm causes him to wince and sharply draw a hiss of air through his teeth again.] ... on second thought, I may need some assistance with that.
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Alright. Let me just...
[With skilled deftness, it doesn't take her long to pull the tunic off, fold it, and set it aside.]
Now, when it comes to a fracture I'm going to have to—
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Why is Mr. Gale Dekarios actually kind of toned? Yes, it's adventuring, probably, and the quest he was going on before checking into the hotel. Her eyes are lingering longer than expected and then—]
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What do you need all of that for?
[Is she referring to the muscle definition? The hair on his chest?? YOU DECIDE. Regardless, she regains focus and starts to trace her magic runes while hovering over his arm.]
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It's natural!
[He's assuming she means the chest hair.]
You can't tell me you've never seen a man with hair on his chest before!
[... well. Unless she's had very specific tastes in the past.]
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[Briar didn't have any and neither did Michael, funnily enough. But it's just one of those things you'd see peeking through, or maybe in movies, and think nothing of it, at least in Amelia's experience.]
Now hush. I haven't used this spell in a while and I need to write each line perfectly for this to work.
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She'd told him to hush?]
Not something I'd care to take a risk with, admittedly.
[So he will keep himself quiet while she works, his face still burning scarlet, though he does eventually turn his gaze back towards her to watch— her use of magic remains beautiful and fascinating, after all, and a bit of embarrassment certainly doesn't change who he is.]
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The beginner's mistake, with reversal magic, is not adding additional runes to numb the pain that comes with unbreaking a limb.]
... It's not just the arm, correct? Are your ribs injured too?
[Amelia pauses long enough to address Gale.]
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Bruised, at the very least. None of them seem to be poking anywhere they shouldn't— consider me grateful for that.
[As she works, the orb marking on his chest begins to glow softly, much as it had that first day she'd tried a rune on him. It doesn't seem to be volatile, and lacks the hunger it had shown when he'd held his hand to her chest to show its power, but it recognizes her magic as something like itself, awakening in response.]
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She shakes her index finger at the orb threateningly and mutters under her breath. ]
Stay there.
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Just a reaction, I think. It won't consume anything I don't offer it.
[Or it never has before. He doesn't believe it's going to start now.]
—did you just wag your finger at it?
[He can't help commenting on it. That's awfully endearing.]
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She just. Puts her finger down and doesn't answer his question... This lady...]
Well, that's good to know. I was concerned it would try to absorb any hint of magic. If I had to, I would have used a strand of my hair to keep it at bay.
[Amelia is almost done. But she has one more thing to say.]
... I'm sorry I made you self-conscious about your chest hair. It looks fine. There's nothing unnatural about it.
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Until she says that and he catches himself blustering again, almost choking on air.]
I'm not— self-conscious.
[He is. He can't get undressed in front of his cat. In his defense, she's a very smart cat.]
Only— startled. You almost sounded angry.
[What in the nine hells was that about, Amelia?]
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She sighs and shakes her head.]
I wasn't angry, Gale. Baffled, more like it.
... Even at my age, there are still times when I'm not the best at expressing myself and it leads to misunderstandings. I apologize.
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No, no, I was hardly offended, just a bit perplexed. I suppose this is a— new step in our friendship, after all.
[Can he joke about this? He'll joke about this. It will definitely diffuse the tension.]
I don't take my shirt off for just anyone.
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[Ah, the levity of Amelia.]
... I'm done with the construction. You can just lie there while I apply it to your body.
[The block of rune text that she had written out starts to oscillate, stretch, and then float down to Gale. The lines start to glide across his injured parts and the sensation is initially prickly, like ice.]
This isn't healing magic; think of it as a reversal of your body's former state. It's not pleasant but I've added some lines that will numb you to the sensations of being unfractured.
Let me know when you're ready and I'll begin the incantation.
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Imagine the scandal.
[But for the matter at hand, he simply nods, his free hand curling against the edge of the cot to grip it, his gaze following the rune text as it descends. A shiver runs through him, but the sensation is undeniably magic.]
I'm ready. However unpleasant it may be, it's better than a fractured arm— and of course, I trust you.
[Which means he is willing to bear no small amount of discomfort for her to do what she must to aid him.]
I'll be the ideal patient, I promise.
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Let's begin.
[She clears her throat with a cough, takes a deep breath, and starts the incantation. The sound coming from her lips is harsh on the ears and guttural. In contrast to her usual spellcasting, there was an ominous quality to this type of magic. The runes on Gale's skin shine brightly and then dim down. For a split second, the icy sensation spikes up until there's none at all.
The wizard's fractured bones start to thrum and vibrate and although there's no hurt to be felt, it should nonetheless be startling as the unpleasant sound of bones indicates the reversal and reattachment, all sliding back into place. Amelia's voice fades and the magic is free to complete itself.
For one final time, the runes glow brightly and disappear completely. Amelia sighs with relief and then looks at Gale's face with concern.]
Try moving your arm. And then sit up if you can.
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