Caught off guard his eyes
widened and he tries to catch himself but fails, hitting the ground
hard and causing his mask to crack and nearly shatter. He got up on
his knees and took the mask off to inspect the damage, having hear
it crack, the thing breaking in half when he did...
He stared at it for a few seconds, feeling his anger slowly
building. He turned slightly and glared at the animal, murder
written all over his expression. "I̸g̸n̴i̴s̷.̸
̶A̸d̸o̸l̷e̷b̵i̶t̷q̵u̴e̷ ̸t̷a̵r̴d̵i̴t̶a̷s̴ ̶i̷n̸e̶r̸a̸t̸.̴
̴C̷a̶p̷t̸u̶r̶e̵.̴ ̸T̷a̶r̵d̸u̵s̸ ̸a̸d̴o̷l̶e̵b̵i̷t̶q̵u̷e̸ ̴e̴a̸.̴
̶O̷c̶c̷i̵d̴e̷r̷e̸ ̵e̴o̸s̷.̵" He growled out, causing a cage of
black fire to ignite around the Skitmin. The fiery cage seemed to
be getting smaller over time as well, constantly shrinking.
Latin translates to: "Fire. Burn slow.
Capture. Slow burn them. Killing them." It's hard to make decent
sentences in Latin....
*The skitmin panic as it runs around in the shrinking cage. Then
it stopped and stared at Luciel, it started to walk backwards
before fully running forwards and hit the fiery cage. It’s tail,
ears, and back caught on fire as soon as it hits. The skitmin
continued to run forward to the direction of where Luciel first
came through.*
i can somewhat read some words.. but
not fully since I don’t know latín that well
He was awed at the tenacity of
the creature. But, now wasn't the time to be playing games. He
threw the broken mask aside and drew his sword, eager to at least
try and kill it now. And, if it survived this, then it was
certainly worth keeping around...
He took a few steps forwards, watching it's behavior and actions,
curious of what was making this creature so determined to pester
him.
*The skitmin continued to panic to the point where its tail is
all burnt up. But it didn’t give up. It started to charge up a beam
attack from all the heat it’s in*
Luciel smiled, rather enjoying
the fear he was sensing from the creature. "M̶a̴y̵b̵e̵ ̷y̷o̷u̷
̸s̷h̸o̵u̷l̸d̴ ̴h̶a̶v̵e̵ ̷p̴u̴t̸ ̸i̶n̵ ̴a̸ ̸b̶i̸t̶ ̸m̶o̴r̵e̶
̵t̶h̶o̸u̵g̶h̶t̵ ̸b̶e̷f̵o̵r̵e̸ ̷p̷e̵s̸t̸e̵r̶i̶n̴g̵ ̴m̸e̴.̷" He
purred out, putting a hand inside the cage to give the terrified
Skitmin a pat or two. "I̸ ̷m̶i̴g̴h̴t̴ ̶b̶e̶ ̶t̸e̵m̸p̸t̶e̸d̸
̶t̵o̴ ̸l̴e̶t̵ ̸y̴o̸u̵ ̸g̵o̷.̷ ̸I̴f̴,̶ ̸t̴h̷a̴t̴ ̵i̶s̸,̴ ̵y̴o̶u̸
̴p̷r̷o̷v̷e̵ ̷t̸h̵a̶t̶ ̷y̴o̸u̸'̴r̷e̷ ̷u̷s̵e̵f̸u̴l̷.̶" He stated,
wondering what the Skitmin was doing now.
Luciel fell backwards, alarmed
by the sudden light and barely missed getting hit. Coincidentally,
that light acted as a counter to his magic and dispelled a section
of the cage, leaving a large gap between the flames.
He got up, brushing off leaf litter and dirt from his clothes.
"M̶y̵ ̴m̴y̷.̷.̸.̸ ̵T̶h̴a̷t̸'̵s̵ ̵q̵u̸i̶t̴e̸ ̸a̷ ̴t̴a̵l̷e̷n̸t̵
̸y̷o̷u̷ ̷h̵a̸v̴e̷ ̵t̶h̴e̴r̸e̴!̶ ̵Y̸o̸u̵ ̴w̷o̷u̵l̵d̵n̴'̷t̴ ̵w̸a̶n̶t̷
̷t̴o̴ ̵s̵a̴y̴.̵.̶.̷ ̷t̶a̵g̵ ̶a̸l̷o̸n̸g̷ ̸w̴i̵t̷h̶ ̸m̴e̴ ̵f̶o̷r̶ ̸a̸
̷b̸i̵t̵?̵" He seemed rather calm, despite almost getting burnt
to a crisp.
Despite being bloodthisrsty most of
the time, Cursed!Luciel can overcome that to be manipulative and
underhanded.
Luciel dispelled the rest of
the cage. A small smile on his face from what he had witnessed. He
knelt down, hand outstretched in a symbol of peace towards the
Skitmin. "Y̵o̷u̶ ̸s̶e̵e̴m̶ ̴r̵a̸t̴h̴e̷r̴ ̸u̵s̶e̶f̴u̸l̴~̷ ̸I̵
̸w̴o̶u̶l̶d̶n̵'̷t̵ ̴m̵i̴n̸d̵ ̴h̸a̷v̶i̷n̶g̴ ̸a̴ ̵c̵o̷m̸p̸a̵n̸i̵o̶n̷
̶f̵o̵r̵ ̴a̶ ̶l̴i̶t̷t̴l̷e̶ ̸w̷h̴i̴l̴e̸.̵.̶.̸ ̷D̴o̴ ̴y̵o̵u̷
̵a̶g̴r̸e̵e̷?̷" He asked, deciding this would be his last
attempt at interacting with the Skitmin in a friendly
manner.
His smile grew, glad to have an
allegiance with something to talented. "N̶o̴w̴ ̴w̷h̸a̸t̴
̸s̸h̸o̶u̶l̸d̸ ̴w̴e̴ ̷g̷o̵ ̵d̸o̶?̷ ̶I̴'̵m̵ ̶s̶u̴r̴e̸ ̸t̷h̸a̶t̸
̵y̴o̵u̷'̵l̸l̵ ̵n̵e̵e̸d̵ ̶s̸o̸m̴e̵ ̶h̸e̸a̶l̵i̴n̴g̷ ̷a̴f̶t̵e̸r̶
̵o̸u̶r̷.̴.̴.̵ ̴l̵i̶t̵t̵l̶e̶ ̶f̴i̶g̴h̸t̶.̸" He tired to remember
the words for the spell but they seemed to evade him at the moment.
'L̴o̷o̸k̸s̷ ̷l̸i̵k̸e̴ ̶I̴ ̸n̶e̵e̴d̷ ̶t̸o̸ ̵h̶e̵a̶d̵
̵h̸o̸m̴e̴.̵.̷.̵ ̷I̶ ̴j̵u̷s̷t̷ ̵h̶o̴p̴e̶ ̸t̷h̶a̸t̸ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̵
̵d̸o̵n̸'̴t̶ ̵s̵t̸a̵r̵t̷ ̶a̸n̷o̸t̷h̴e̴r̵ ̷f̷i̴g̸h̴t̴ ̶w̴i̶t̶h̴
̵m̵e̸.̶.̵.̸' He began the walk back home.
*The skitmin just sat on Luciel’ Head as they walk back
home*
*Glich is in the yard practicing sword swings with a wooden sword,
while TK is helping them*
TK:try forcing on your magic, let it flow into the sword.
Glich:hmh! *you looked at your sword and closed your eyes... the
sword began to shake before Glich dropping it onto the ground*
tK:... why did I agree to this..?
Tk:.. don’t know..
Luciel watched from the trees
for a moment, before stepping out into the yard. "What's this?
Practicing some swordfighting?" He asked, leaning against the side
of the house, arms crossed.
Despite Cursed!Luciel's best efforts,
he can't hide the change in his eyes. So that would be the best to
thing to keep an 'eye' out for. Bad puns are best
puns
*TK and Glich got startled for a bit, if you squint closely you can
see a Bracelet on TK’s Wrist, stabling their magic so they won’t
get out of control*
Glich:grk- geez way to ruin things up Luciel.
*TK just stared and runned back into the house, they can’t fight,
they are weak at this state*
"What do you mean, 'ruin'?
What, Am I not allowed to show up at my own home?" He asked,
seeming a little irritated at the hostility. "Last time I checked,
nothing said I couldn't."
*At this point TK ran back inside, only Glich, Luciel and The
skitmin are on the yard. The skitmin jumped down and started to
hiss at Glich*
Glich:huh?..*you look at the skitmin*... you’re kidding me right?
Pfft-
*the skitmin looked somewhat angry, yet badly injured*
*The skitmin stops hissing*
Glich:healing? What did you do to it? We’re you trying to
kill it perhaps?
*you continue to look at it*
Glich:burnt tail,scratch marks, a burnt petal and.. what it seems a
broken hind leg.. wow you did tried..
He picks up the Skitmin. "What
I've done doesn't concern you." He said, defensively. "Now if you
excuse me I need to find my books." He added, heading for the door
to the house.