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    1. Burthstone 12 yrs ago

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9 yrs ago
Current Wow I couldn't be bothered to do anything this past weekend holy damn.
9 yrs ago
Me: "I can't afford a Nintendo Switch" Also me: "Yes I would like two of every DLC for every game I own please."
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9 yrs ago
I've somehow only watched an hour of youtube in two hours of watching youtube. Man being sick sucks.
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9 yrs ago
Hey, I made my own avatar this time!
9 yrs ago
Finally got my financial aid for college!
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Bio

Name: Burthstone || Zzyriphian

Age: 21

Schooling: 2-Year Degree

Occupation: I wish

Country: United States of America

First Language: English (USA)

Other Languages: Welsh (Introductory)

Preferred Units of Measure: Metric/SI (Imperial accepted)

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Mayt shrugged, and gave the Doctor a thumbs up. "I'm not walking three more hours back without doing something here. Why I came right? We'll get you that plant, but I'm not going to come into contact with any of your patients unless you pay me double. I really don't want to get sick." He winks, and chuckles. "Besides, if we're careful we can avoid this murder guild right?" Something in his voice suggests he wants to do the exact opposite of that. He stretches, and yawns. "Though we may have to start tomorrow. I'm beat."

Mayt shifted back and forth. "So, which way is the fastest to get to some of these herbs. Oh, and you start a garden of these things once this epidemic is over, faster treatment is better right?" His left hand moved to rest on his sword, and his right hand slipped into his jacket, pulling out some sort of piece of paper and putting it in his pocket for easier use. Mayt bounces up and down, seemingly anxious to get going. His hand fidget with anything at his sides, and he eventually just shoves them into his pockets, biting his lip. He looked the doctor up and down, suddenly a tad skeptical. But he shakes his head, and takes Sasha's hand, tugging on it slightly to indicate they should go ahead and start the hunt.
Mayt smiled and chuckled, and nodded. "I get it, was just an observation. I don't do it anymore either." He pats her shoulder and lets go of her shoulder, turning back to the road. "Yeah, let's just keep going, It'd be nice to actually get there." He walks on, relaxing. He keeps himself in good order, making sure his posture is good, despite how tired he is. He would wait a moment for her to catch up to walk beside him before he continues on. His hand just swings idly at his side, and it almost looks as if it's expecting to grab something, or something grab it. He rolls his neck and looks about. Smiling whenever he looks at Sasha while she's looking at him.

Once they get in sight of the city, Mayt would reach into his coat and pull out a scarf, wrapping it around his nose and mouth, and tucking the back into his coat. "Never can be too safe." His muffled voice says, and he gives her a thumbs up. He obviously doesn't want to take any chances of getting sick, even if they never come near a single sick person.
Books, I assume you'll be doing the Lord Death when Vech finally finds him?
Mayt smiles at Sasha, shifting a little closer. "I guess it works differently for different people." He says softly, his hands still holding onto hers. "Motions for me would be useless, unless I'm say, extending my arm to reach something so I could affect it. Like, if I wanted to hurt you, which I don't, right now I could only do it to your hand. But, if I put my arm, say, here," He moves the hand that was on top of her's to her shoulder. "I can affect more of you. Any other kind of hand motion would be more detrimental than helpful." He gives her another smile, and doesn't let go of her hand nor move his other from her shoulder.

Chuckling as Sasha told him she already make ice keys for her own room, Mayt gave her hand a squeeze. "Sorry, just a thought, I used to sometimes break into houses. More to just defy the rules than do harm. I'd leave a note on how easy the place was to break into and take no more than forty gems every time I broke in." He shrugged. "It gave me something to do, as well as something for the townsfolk to try and do better at, though they probably didn't see it that way. My parents at the time eventually figured me out and made sure my windows stayed shut, and changed the keys to the house. I still found my ways out though. An ability like yours would've been really useful for something like that, but it wouldn't have made it as fun." He shrugs again, moving a little closer. "Just a thought that went through my head, nothing more."
Mayt was surprised, and backed away from the ice bear, putting his hands up. "Whoa... That's... Pretty scary... And yeah, not a big fan of bombing birds." He smiled somewhat, and moves closer once the bear was dismissed. "But is the declaring what you're doing necessary? Kinda gives away what your doing and leaves time to prepare." He reaches forwards and gently takes her hand, and a sudden hot pain shoots through the center of it, then disperses, no actual damage done. "Something you don't see coming is much more effective than something you do." He gently rubs her hand with his other, giving her a slight apologetic look that his demonstration hurt. "I didn't do any permanent damage, but you probably have a first degree burn now." He drains the heat from the area he just burned, trying to treat the injury without any sort of medicine.

After a moment of gently treating Sasha's hand, Mayt looked up to her face, it now being less than a foot from hers. "I was asking about your memory because you could potentially make keys and such. Or lock picks, or anything of that nature. No offence meant, but you'd be a great burglar. All you have to do is get a key once, then when you come to the lock you just make a version out of ice, plug it in before it melts, and it would work. You're a walking skeleton key." He gives her a meek, semi-apologetic look. "Of course, you probably don't particularly want to burgle people's houses, which I understand. But your memory and ice ability could be used to mimic all kinds of useful, small items."
Mayt just stares at the flame, then he opens his hand, pushing his shoulder of the ground as he wraps his fingers around the flame, slowly closing it in. His face hardens slightly as he seems to crush it in his hand. then opening it and dropping it to his side, nothing remaining. He sighs, and sits up. "We really should go, I won't use any more magic until we're back, okay? I'm pretty sure we're almost there." He stands up, and starts brushing himself off, a little bit of dirt sticking to him. Once he's done, he offers a hand to help Sasha up, but lets go this time. "After we find this plant they want then I can sleep. I'm tired, but I can handle that much at least." He starts to walks where they were going, not planning on any more magic.

As he walks with Sasha he'd not really say too much, kind of embarrassed that he almost collapsed in front of her. He had to be more careful. Less mistakes, less mistakes, less mistakes! He pinches himself on the arm, hiding it by crossing them. He pauses a moment before casually asking. "Could you show me some more of your magic? It seems neat." He looks towards her, and smiles. "And potentially very very useful. How good is your memory?" He seems to have some sort of idea, but Sasha can tell it's not a nice, law-abiding idea.
Mayt smiles, his eyes still closed, and he draws his sword, holding it straight up. "Known how to fight longer than I've known how to use magic, so shouldn't be too much of a problem. Though I've never had much problem with mundane or magical creatures." He holds the sword unwavering for about a minute, before effortlessly twirling it so it points down, and sliding it back into its scabbard. He opens one eye and smiles. "Of course you wouldn't be here, it's a magic guild right?" He obviously chose to take it in the more lighthearted way. He closes his eye again after a moment, not minding that she took out her sketch pad.

"Aren't most magical attacks energy? Like say, someone that controls fire. If they launched a fireball at me, couldn't I just try to absorb the fireball into my heat field, then get close and cook them alive. Or, the other way, he could use his fire to power my heat field so I could use it against some other opponent? Most mages seem to be able to change their magical energy into another kind of energy, while I can't. Perhaps is there a mage who uses outside energy to create magical energy? If that's a case, we could simply create an unbeatable team. I could potentially control or stop magic-based or energy-based attacks, while other mages could give me energy to focus and use to deflect or destroy attacks based on physical objects. Like arrows or rocks." Mayt just speaks what comes to mind, calmly wondering what use his powers could be. "But I can't go on the attack unless I get close. my magic doesn't reach more than a few inches." He opens his eyes, holding one hand, half open, pointing towards the sky.

Mayt focuses all the heat he's gathered to a point just above his finger, and after a moment of deep breathing and focus, a small wisp of smoke-less fire forms just above his finger. After a moment a gust of wind comes by and extinguishes it, and he smiles lightly, letting his hand stay in that position. After a minute another small will-o-the-wisp of fire forms, but it doesn't seem affected by the wind this time. He stares at the entrancing red flame, not moving from that position.
Mayt was glad to relax for a bit, and he closed his eyes, leaning back next to Sasha, resting his hands on his stomach. "I just over committed. But I need to learn how to safely draw from myself, as it's the easiest source of many kinds of energy. And the only place I can draw from on a split-second notice," his voice was softer than it was before, indicating how tired he is. Maybe his magic is more draining than he was letting on, or the drop in body temperature really was devastating to him, mentally and physically.

Mayt shook his head when Sasha suggested fire. "I'd have to get too close, my abilities have very short range. And I can't draw in energy through my sword like I can exert energy through it. Though the heat outside the fire might be possible." He quieted as she spoke more, and chuckled lightly. "The air is more difficult to gather from when I'm moving, but if I get a moment to be still, like right now, I can gather it much quicker. But water is the hardest to get energy from. It's harder to warm up and it likes to hold on to the heat it has longer. I wear heavy clothes like this because they create heat that's close to my body and easy to access, and so make a good source of emergency heat. But," He muses, "I've never actually tried affecting another person, outside of stopping them from moving to protect myself. I might be able to, but again, proximity is a problem." He pauses for a moment, and Sasha would feel a little warm on the arm that's closes to him. "That's as far as I can reach right now, but if I touch you, I could potentially use it on your entire body. If I learned how to control magic as well, I could potentially shape the area I could control." He looks deep in thought.
Mayt groaned slightly, moving back over to the post and leaning on it again, taking the water from Sasha. He drank about half the bottle in one go, before lowering it and closing it. "Thanks." He said quietly. He lets out a long, lud breath, his cheeks puffing out, and he turns around, looking up at the sky. "I was trying to see how much heat I could store around me, so while we were walking I gathered heat from the air. But that ended up being painfully slow, so I tried taking some heat from my body. And you know when you try to do something slowly, but you just put way too much commitment into the movement and you can't stop from going too fast? Basically that happened to me. And I sort of gave myself actual brain-freeze. Which is only slightly more pleasant than the one you get from ice and things like that." He rubs his head slightly. "And no, I'm just my normal heat right now."

He drinks the rest of the water, then puts it in a pocket on the inside of his coat, planning to refill it later if possible. "Maybe... Maybe we should take a break. If I pass out then I can't exactly do anything, right?" He gives her a meek smile, and then pushes off the post, moving a tad slowly to the edge of the road, where he sits down, legs extended. He leans his upper body back and plants his hands against the ground to hold himself up while he relaxes. He looks over at Sasha, and pats the ground next to him gently before returning to look at what he can see from here. He certainly looks better than he did a moment ago, but his skin is still a tad flushed.
Mayt would be silent for a while, walking at a perfect beat, and he has a stone-cold look on his face. He's obviously a tad tired, but he seems intent. Like he's going to do this job, and he's going to do it well. His hand fidgets oddly eagerly on the hilt of his weapon, almost as if he wants an excuse to draw it. He doesn't glance at Sahsa once for half an hour, and at that time he starts breathing in and out slowly, trying to relax. He eventually stops for a moment and leans against something, anything, sticking out of the ground, putting his other hand to his temple. He pants heavily for a few moments before recovering, and he pushes he back up against what he was just leaning against.

"God. Hell. Ow. That was a mistake. Ngh." Mayt gasps out lightly. His skin is slightly flushed, and Sasha can see what he's leaning on start to heat up slowly. After a few moments he pushes off the object and stumbles back into the middle of the road, rubbing his temples. The heat field around him's temperature doubled, and he looks like he might faint for a moment. Sasha feels a burst of heat as he dispels the field. After a few moments he seems to recover, panting, and he looks apologetically over at her. "Sorry I was trying something, and, well, it didn't work, obviously." He straightens up, stretching a little. He stands still a moment, closing his eyes, as he re-creates his normal heat buffer. Once he has it back and under control, he opens his eyes, and motions to continue walking, giving her another apologetic look.
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