January 02 | Text

[phoenix_temple]

Okay so. Question. For everyone.

I'm kind of freaking out a little bit? Because the other day I really and actually kind of saved my least favorite person in school when she kind of got cut because she sent me on a stupid dare (don't do a stupid dare when you know it's in a bad area. That's common sense, but she is really annoying tbf). But it was with some stupid spell like in old action shows where you had to yell out your attacks and this is decidedly not normal.

I mean it's not violent, so it's okay right? I can help people with it and it's useful right? Except I don't know what the hell I'm going to do with a spell that can make someone unstabbed.

And I am really freaking out because I do not understand what the fuck wind has to do with making people unstabbed.

Healing. The word is healing except that sound so stupid like something from some kind of fantasy movie or comic or game or something omg. But like. What if my mom finds out???

I feel obligated to do something good with it but I don't know what or how I mean come on I'm only 17 and this is a lot of responsibility and I haven't slept in like two days because what if I wake up with wings or gills or I torch my room in my sleep or something.

Comments

[phoenix_temple]

[Address]

When should I meet you?

[espigeonage]

That's not too far. I could be there in ten minutes.

[phoenix_temple]

I'll be there soon...

[espigeonage]

^_^ b

[Julien gets his motorcycle parked and walks through the snow, messenger bag under his arm, winter clothing all in shades of black and brown and gray except for the white and gray scarf Ravi knitted for him.]

[phoenix_temple]

[Anais is actually very surprised to see him actually show up in the snow. She's bundled up herself, except everything she owns is p much white or green so she's pretty conspicuous standing outside.]

Isn't it cold for a motorcycle?

[espigeonage]

[He smiles and holds his hands out, palm up. He's gloved, but if touched heat can still be felt exuding out from them. In general while he's got layers on, he doesn't quite seem as heavily dressed as he should be.]

A little, but I run hot. Suil, by the way. [what why did he just greet her in Elvish] - I mean, hello.

[phoenix_temple]

[She assumes it another language, but she has no freaking clue what it is. She looks toward the door.]

It's warmer inside. Even if you run hot it might be better.

[espigeonage]

Hah. Sure, sure.

[More for her sake than his he turns and enters the cafe. He's been in here before, but not for a while. People are about, but not so many that there aren't places to sit.]

I brought soup. [Julien taps his messenger bag.] Won't you have a little with me?

[phoenix_temple]

[She ducks her head when he asks that, just to avoid meeting his eyes. She still feels like her insides are tumbling all over.]

I'll be okay. Thank you.

[espigeonage]

Suit yourself. Just say the word if you want a taste.

[Delicately he takes out a thermos, unscrews the cap, and pours a little broth out. It's thin stuff and has rice in it, the kind of soup you give to invalids. The smell is nice. Julien blows on it and takes a sip, regarding her with his odd bright eyes.]

You do look unwell. But your heartbeat seems normal, and I don't see anything that would stand out as strange. Stress. Lack of sleep. They're pretty common afflictions.

[phoenix_temple]

[There is a moment where she feels a little violated that he could tell that...]

How do you know my heartbeat seems normal?

[espigeonage]

I have weird eyes. [He smiles faintly at the understatement, and deliberately keeps his normal eyelids open while blinking his extra, inner ones. They sweep quickly out from the inner corners of his eyes and retract as fast. Unlike normal eyelids they are sepia-toned but almost transparent.]

Skin isn't entirely opaque to me anymore. I can see some of the blood vessels in it - they stand out, not as much as an actual cut or anything.

[phoenix_temple]

[Wow that's kind of weird and kind of creepy and in her exhausted state she is definitely leaning toward "this is the creepiest shit ever."]

... So I guess it does affect people pretty bad, this kind of stuff...

[espigeonage]

It can. But I'm kind of a special case. Most people are staying human, and I've been part of the Numbers Club since the start. There's been a lot of time for changes to build up on me.

[phoenix_temple]

What about people who are human, but not human? Like what if since I'm from a different kind of world, even if the other me looked human, she worked totally different on the inside?

[espigeonage]

It's possible. But I don't think you're there yet. I or others can figure out if it happens, if it would be noticed.

[phoenix_temple]

I don't want to end up like that. I mean... normal people can't use magic? So something about me has to have changed, right?

[espigeonage]

I believe so. But it may not be something people can casually notice. You really don't seem different, just tired.

[He brings the cup back to his lips and takes a swallow, managing not to say "It's still early days for you". She is worried about something that's happened quite a while ago to him, that still sometimes preys on his thoughts.]

Are you up to talking at all about what happened?

[phoenix_temple]

[Yes well. She's not sure how to handle the possibility here. She's seventeen and freaking out.]

What do you mean what happened? Doing stupid things and ending up with more of these pulses because of it?

[espigeonage]

Sure, if you want. I'll listen to whatever you want to say. [He folds his hands around the thermos cup on the table.] Even if it's 'stop bothering me'.

[phoenix_temple]

I took a stupid dare. And I got attacked and Marina got stabbed and the next thing I know telepathic marshmallows and magic powers were suddenly a thing in my life.

[espigeonage]

Tele - [okay, he should try not to get distracted.] Do you want to elaborate on any of that?

[phoenix_temple]

I don't know. I don't understand any of it.

[espigeonage]

Right.

What was using this... wind-magic like?

[phoenix_temple]

I don't really remember. I was just... scared.