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As soon as his wheelchair started sliding forward, his right arm slung forward to push the brake lever. His head jolted up, and he hurriedly fixed his glasses and cloth mask, looking around. It's just the ship, it's just moving.

He reversed until his chair hit the wall and slumped his head back in relief, when a strange force buzzed trying to repel him. He tapped the wall with his head. What is this? A barrier? He tried to phase his head through the wall, to no avail.

Did Ember put this up? Was this made specifically for him? He would not fault her for this, he did trespass, but if she thinks there is sexual interest at play to the point she'd call him a pervert, she is mistaken.

However, this next series of moves would only do the opposite of placing him in her good graces.

His left arm twists back and he takes hold of the wall. Segments of the room's surfaces -- the walls, the floor, the ceiling -- begin to struggle and vibrate, in his attempt to uproot the barrier off the wall and make it easier to dismantle. Cracks in the barrier start to form from the side of the room furthest from him, and the loose shards of this metaphysical barrier floated towards him, reconverted into mana.

After about a third of the barrier gone, he suddenly stops. He was losing more mana from shattering the barrier than he gained from absorbing it. He slumps his head forward. It pains him that he's still a novice at his own powers.

@spiral origin
He looks up. He's drawn to the layers of gold scratching the wood floors of the deck, and eventually the stairs. That poor lad. As long as that luggage touches the floor, he should find it a lot easier to move wherever he needs to.

He stared at the noble who soon followed him. It's that fake smile again. At this point, he started to detest it. However, just seeing that is nowhere near enough to determine character. Instead, it is inconvenience that shines the brightest light at people's psyches.

It would surely be a shame if the floor suddenly shifted backwards to make him slip and fall.

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The black-haired man in the wheelchair has been parked at the wall in front of Ember's room all this time. The ward applied on the wall closest to him seems to be gradually being sucked in, even though he didn't seem awake. His head is tilted back and his permanently open eyes stare at a corner of the ceiling. His chest didn't huff, as he doesn't really breathe. His arms dangled off his armrests, motionless as well. Just being near him inflicts a small drowzy feeling, as he slowly seeps mana away from everything around him.

The cloth mask he wears on his face slid off a little due to his overly slouched head, and closer inspection reveals his cheeks and lower jaw are... cut? As if of a jigsaw puzzle without tabs. His lips don't really have colour distinct from the rest of his skin either.

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"Oh no, not you too? Everyone seems to be able to use levitation in here..." He thoughtlessly blurted out, possibly unaware that it would shoot Viviana down, but between his own abilities and Ember launching him across the room...

"Did I interrupt your reading? I apologize. Well, have fun."

He waits until Viviana turns to walk away before he speaks again. "By the way, please stop the," he traces a curve at his lips with his two index fingers and shakes his head. "I hope you people would just express how you really feel. I'm a bit tired of guessing."

He turns back to Nanashi, whispering in urgent. "Oh, you can go now. Don't let me stop your business either. I'm fine, truly. Thank you. Hope you reach home again."

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Her reaction is surely not what he expected. "Is this not a common ability for witches? You're a witch, right? Are you a witch? I saw your purple magic a while ago, that was you, right?"

He raised his eyeglasses up to his hair, looking at her necklace and hand fingers, while abandoning any form of tact or the need to disguise the nature of his stiff, ivory eyes.

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lol... uhhh i don't get it.

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"My name's Henr-- ah, Carter, yes. Wheelo Carter, you can call me by that name." He follows with an awkward stuttered nod. He looks back at the young man with the rice hat and then back to Viviana. Maybe they're too young for his name to matter, especially with this rice hat guy. He doesn't seem to be of this continent.

"Oh, I fell through the ceiling." He demonstrated by phasing a finger through his right armrest, then sliding his arm back to show that he didn't just have some kind of hole in there.

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It's the tiny woman with two missing fingers, and the young man who helped him up the ramp. Maybe he judged these two too harshly, one of them has already helped him once, and the other is only so polite and adorable. Yet, their threat levels keep lingering in his subconscious, especially now when he barely has the mana to move, let alone defend. He willed himself to just play along for now.

"No, no need, I'm fine. It'll take more than a shove to kill me." Haha... Oh, he is so out of touch with social norms. He turned to the lad with the rice hat. "Hey, this is the second time you've tried to help me now, I appreciate that."

He turned back to the small elf. "What a helpful bunch of youngsters. What are your names?"

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As soon as he heard sobbing from behind him, he elbows the wall behind him to filter out the sound as best he could. He'd sigh if he could. It was ~mostly~ an accident.

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<Snipped quote by Dark Cloud>

Nope, very much human at the moment

@A5G

ඞ hmmm that sounds like smth a snake would say

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The vapor clouds were dragged along by the black-haired man in a wheelchair as he was toppled over and his body lifelessly hit one of the ship's inner pillars. His body began to inhale the clouds rich in mana, and soon there was a motion in his arms trying to push himself up.

This Ember woman, she's almost a threat too. Seems like everyone has telekinesis nowadays. Unfortunately, those excessive foggy frills won't do her any favours. He could use her as mana supply...

His chair tilted forward and scooped him back up, and in that moment he was fine, although it'd be prudent of him to not cast spells for the rest of the day.

He parked himself at the wall in front of Ember's room, intent on absorbing any more excess mana she just carelessly exudes, as well as finally getting away from the sun. His hair, oh, it was starting to get frizzy. It would be hard to be inconspicuous while stealing someone's hair in this ship, so for now this material is in short supply. Sunlight doesn't bode well for clothes either.

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So, Lady DeVespe and this drunk guy just... He internally slapped himself. Not his business.

@BSwizzle
It seems he's a tad rusty with controlling his power, only having used it to move with his wheelchair for a long time. Steeling himself to exert full power, he lightly elbowed the taffrail again, this time intent to hurl DeVespe's second guard's entire body towards Barbara.

Barbara... that's a woman's name, right? That's a woman?

@spiral origin
With this distraction, he gave back the white card back to Lady DeVespe. "I just can't ever seem to get anyone to accept my help. I hope it's not because you think I'm helpless." He reverses his wheelchair while looking down. Seems like he's trying to measure his spot. He looks back at DeVespe. "Good luck."
His wheelchair tips over backwards, and it would seem like he's falling, but instead he fully submerges through the wood floor like it's made of water, leaving no trace.

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There he was, hanging upside-down from the ceiling of a closed cabin below the deck. He took this moment to ponder on the nature of that card. He was sure of it, traces of mana on the card just before he took ahold of it, possibly to show hidden text solely for Lady DeVespe...
Maybe if he was a mere seconds earlier, he could've read it.

Actually, what was up with the card itself? He thought it'd be parchment or a sheet of wood but no, perfectly cut and folded sheet of... It seemed like linen but it shone in the sunlight like silk. It maintains its shape... hardened by light heating? The words seem to be seared onto it, so maybe, but what nice design.

His mana pool is beginning to suffer from this prolonged mid-air suspension, and so he began rolling towards the wall, and down the floor. What was that name in the card again? The 'proprietor' of... a fashion business? It was at the start of the card... Oh, wow, the air in this room feels so dry, it's unusually pleasing... Come on, focus. "Sme... Smothering... no.."

As his wheels touch the floor, he stares straight at this... gorgeous woman? With the red hair and deep v-neck black dress... "S...mouldering Ember."

His head slowly tilts right, until his back just falls onto his chair, and his arms completely limp off the armrests. For someone who can only move by using mana, to waste his mana on spells like that, how reckless. Sounds try to come out of his mouth, but only in incoherent pieces, barely syllables, until after a moment. "Can I stay in... this room for just a little while? I can't move, my mana..."

@wierdw