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bleugh, I forget how life reacts when you come back from a vacation. I'm still here just trying to get everything back to a normal.
I have returned
Just as a heads up I'm heading out of town for the weekend so I'm going to be more scarce then normal this weekend I'll be back by Monday night.
“Mister Adam as well as Miss Miataea? Before the opening ceremony's even begun? You two aren't trying to set new records aren't you?" Adam once again killed his magical senses as he turned to look at the healer that had spoken up. Quirking an eye brow he opened his mouth to speak but.
"I resent that," said a girl resting on a nearby bed, "and hello uh . . . Adam? Aran? Sorry I forget."
He was cut off, leaning to look past the healer in front of him he saw the crown jewel of Aledine acedmy herself Miataea. Adam knew her; it would be hard pressed to find a student that didn’t know of her outside of the first years. They had a similar reputation for magical experimentation, only real difference is Miataea only experimented every now and again whereas Adam was experimenting constantly. It was due to their shared reputation that Adam had come to dislike the majority of the student body. She was given a pass, due to either her gender or time she had spent here he didn’t know, where he was ostracized for it.
"In any case, spell-backlash and mana-poisoning are two different levels of ailment. I assume spell-backlash is what happened to you, Mister A-something?" Adam fought the urge to roll his eyes, his name had been said not a minuet ago in a statement she had responded too. He couldn’t tell if she was being purposefully mocking or if she was just stupid.
“Adam” He answered evenly ”and yes I am suffering from minor spell back lash, the physical ailments are merely inconvenience, the main issue is a rather severe migraine, interfering with my castings otherwise I would have just healed the damage after waiting for my limits to recover” He explained more to the healer then to Miataea, his tone even and controlled but still notably raspy. To an outsider it would appear as if he had only dealt with a small issue, those that dealt with often Adam knew that he often put himself in positions that would kill lesser men, and no one could deny his durability.
“If you would be so kind as to help with that I can take care of the rest.” Adam requested kindly. He had been to the halls so much when he was younger, that it had started to annoy him almost as much as it annoyed the healers. So he had decided to learn how to heal himself as to minimize down time between “minor accidents”, basically anything that would allow him to walk away without a limp. He would have even categorized the backlash he had suffered through earlier as a minor accident if not for the severity of the migraine that he was dealing with and the oddity that had occurred with his magical perceptions, it had him thinking minor aneurysm or the like originally, now he wasn’t so sure.
“So, Mana poisoning?” He asked turning back to Miataea an eyebrow quirked in curiosity, He had suffered from the condition once when he was younger. It was the closest to death he had felt, and hadn’t really experimented with Mana much since. A part of him was reviewing what he knew of Mana, adding it on to the list of ways to once again accelerate his learning.
"I resent that," said a girl resting on a nearby bed, "and hello uh . . . Adam? Aran? Sorry I forget."
He was cut off, leaning to look past the healer in front of him he saw the crown jewel of Aledine acedmy herself Miataea. Adam knew her; it would be hard pressed to find a student that didn’t know of her outside of the first years. They had a similar reputation for magical experimentation, only real difference is Miataea only experimented every now and again whereas Adam was experimenting constantly. It was due to their shared reputation that Adam had come to dislike the majority of the student body. She was given a pass, due to either her gender or time she had spent here he didn’t know, where he was ostracized for it.
"In any case, spell-backlash and mana-poisoning are two different levels of ailment. I assume spell-backlash is what happened to you, Mister A-something?" Adam fought the urge to roll his eyes, his name had been said not a minuet ago in a statement she had responded too. He couldn’t tell if she was being purposefully mocking or if she was just stupid.
“Adam” He answered evenly ”and yes I am suffering from minor spell back lash, the physical ailments are merely inconvenience, the main issue is a rather severe migraine, interfering with my castings otherwise I would have just healed the damage after waiting for my limits to recover” He explained more to the healer then to Miataea, his tone even and controlled but still notably raspy. To an outsider it would appear as if he had only dealt with a small issue, those that dealt with often Adam knew that he often put himself in positions that would kill lesser men, and no one could deny his durability.
“If you would be so kind as to help with that I can take care of the rest.” Adam requested kindly. He had been to the halls so much when he was younger, that it had started to annoy him almost as much as it annoyed the healers. So he had decided to learn how to heal himself as to minimize down time between “minor accidents”, basically anything that would allow him to walk away without a limp. He would have even categorized the backlash he had suffered through earlier as a minor accident if not for the severity of the migraine that he was dealing with and the oddity that had occurred with his magical perceptions, it had him thinking minor aneurysm or the like originally, now he wasn’t so sure.
“So, Mana poisoning?” He asked turning back to Miataea an eyebrow quirked in curiosity, He had suffered from the condition once when he was younger. It was the closest to death he had felt, and hadn’t really experimented with Mana much since. A part of him was reviewing what he knew of Mana, adding it on to the list of ways to once again accelerate his learning.
I'm here, going to start working on a post now, also I love the implications that have propped up at Adam's new found "sight".
I'm still here, and as mentioned I'm waiting reply's so I can reply, but I'm doing my best to check in often
Greetings new person.
Glad to see your still alive Excidius.
I have posted.
Glad to see your still alive Excidius.
I have posted.
Adam suppressed a hiss as they entered direct sunlight, it was bright enough shining directly in his face, but with his migraine, the light seemed to gain a few magnitudes brighter. Closing his eyes as tightly as he could to block out the light, he slowly opened his magical awareness again, just enough that he could get an idea of what was within a foot or two of him.
"Hadn't Mr. Arazm and I both told...” Adam heard her start knowing full well what she was likely to say next “Rather... Admonished you to keep the envelope pushing to a controllable level?” Aofie stated more then asked, her tone conveying her glare clearly despite his vision impairment.
“Yeah… I know” He muttered disdainfully in response, though the rasp from his injuries covered it well. It wasn’t that he despised their concern; it was just that he felt it would have been better spent elsewhere. He knew his limits well enough and had yet to have a truly life threating accident, and least that was his perspective anyway. Besides he often learned more about his limits and what he needed to learn from pushing himself as far as he could get away with, it was how he got to this far, he saw no reason to change now.
That same willingness to define his limits only by what would backfire or on him had ostracized him from most of the academy community. He could count on one hand the amount of people that were willing to have a conversation with him outside of a class discussion, this wasn’t to say he was lonely, not truly, just that his choice of how to define his limits had a farther reach then just his magical skill. It labeled him as someone to be careful of, for his hubris could take them down as well.
That was the reason he put up with Aofie and Auguste’s concern, because they cared enough to actually have some concern for him, as misplaced as he saw it. Well there was also the fact they were both exceptionally skill in their own rights and he could always appeal to their worries in exchange for information on their methods.
"I bet you forgot to do proper spell stretches first, too" Adam just rolled his eyes; he could never understand the stretches. They were taught as way to help protect young mages from backlash by helping them feel their limits, But Adam, being who he was, often disregarded them when he was younger to the point that the stretches just seemed like a waste of time now.
“Define proper” Adam quipped, his thoughts on the matter well known. He just pulled in energy until he felt he was walking a knife’s edge at the start of his day as his stretches, another way he stood apart from normal mages.
“There is a process, you know” Aofie said seemingly in response, but the softer tone made Adam crack one eye to take a look at her, she was still blinding to his senses but he got the gist of what she was doing. Taking a look himself he once again was made aware of the flow of energy around him, but even more interesting was how he looked to himself. He could see the Xi and Sakra flowing within him, their brightness dulled due to the recent backlash, but their pathways clear as day.
It was an odd thing to see, every mage had at least some idea of what the energies felt like, some were better at sensing them then others, but he couldn’t recall anything about actually seeing the energy. Nor could he understand why he was so sure that what he was seeing was in fact the magical energies, it was just a feeling he got and couldn’t bring himself to doubt.
Adam was busy trying to puzzle out this oddity when suddenly he felt himself being gracefully swept away from where he had been standing. Eyes opening in confusion he tried to piece together what had happened, not taking too long to realize someone had almost knocked into him again. Thankfully the woman supporting him was both more attentive to their surroundings and much more physically capable then he was, thus she saved him another trip to the pave road.
Not caring much about the how’s and why’s, partially because he was sure he wouldn’t be able to piece anything together when he had trouble seeing more than a few feet at the moment, Adam quickly put the incident out of his mind and went back to thinking over his newfound senses.
Only when they reached the Hall of healers did he put the thoughts aside for later, as for now he had to deal with the Healers. Most of which he knew quite well due to his frequent visits to the Hall. In fact a sigh was heard shortly after he had been helped in, as the healer walking to greet them recognized Adam “What did you do this time?” They asked with annoyed exhaustion, it was only the second day and yet Adam was already in need of healing. That didn’t bode well for some of the older healers.
"Hadn't Mr. Arazm and I both told...” Adam heard her start knowing full well what she was likely to say next “Rather... Admonished you to keep the envelope pushing to a controllable level?” Aofie stated more then asked, her tone conveying her glare clearly despite his vision impairment.
“Yeah… I know” He muttered disdainfully in response, though the rasp from his injuries covered it well. It wasn’t that he despised their concern; it was just that he felt it would have been better spent elsewhere. He knew his limits well enough and had yet to have a truly life threating accident, and least that was his perspective anyway. Besides he often learned more about his limits and what he needed to learn from pushing himself as far as he could get away with, it was how he got to this far, he saw no reason to change now.
That same willingness to define his limits only by what would backfire or on him had ostracized him from most of the academy community. He could count on one hand the amount of people that were willing to have a conversation with him outside of a class discussion, this wasn’t to say he was lonely, not truly, just that his choice of how to define his limits had a farther reach then just his magical skill. It labeled him as someone to be careful of, for his hubris could take them down as well.
That was the reason he put up with Aofie and Auguste’s concern, because they cared enough to actually have some concern for him, as misplaced as he saw it. Well there was also the fact they were both exceptionally skill in their own rights and he could always appeal to their worries in exchange for information on their methods.
"I bet you forgot to do proper spell stretches first, too" Adam just rolled his eyes; he could never understand the stretches. They were taught as way to help protect young mages from backlash by helping them feel their limits, But Adam, being who he was, often disregarded them when he was younger to the point that the stretches just seemed like a waste of time now.
“Define proper” Adam quipped, his thoughts on the matter well known. He just pulled in energy until he felt he was walking a knife’s edge at the start of his day as his stretches, another way he stood apart from normal mages.
“There is a process, you know” Aofie said seemingly in response, but the softer tone made Adam crack one eye to take a look at her, she was still blinding to his senses but he got the gist of what she was doing. Taking a look himself he once again was made aware of the flow of energy around him, but even more interesting was how he looked to himself. He could see the Xi and Sakra flowing within him, their brightness dulled due to the recent backlash, but their pathways clear as day.
It was an odd thing to see, every mage had at least some idea of what the energies felt like, some were better at sensing them then others, but he couldn’t recall anything about actually seeing the energy. Nor could he understand why he was so sure that what he was seeing was in fact the magical energies, it was just a feeling he got and couldn’t bring himself to doubt.
Adam was busy trying to puzzle out this oddity when suddenly he felt himself being gracefully swept away from where he had been standing. Eyes opening in confusion he tried to piece together what had happened, not taking too long to realize someone had almost knocked into him again. Thankfully the woman supporting him was both more attentive to their surroundings and much more physically capable then he was, thus she saved him another trip to the pave road.
Not caring much about the how’s and why’s, partially because he was sure he wouldn’t be able to piece anything together when he had trouble seeing more than a few feet at the moment, Adam quickly put the incident out of his mind and went back to thinking over his newfound senses.
Only when they reached the Hall of healers did he put the thoughts aside for later, as for now he had to deal with the Healers. Most of which he knew quite well due to his frequent visits to the Hall. In fact a sigh was heard shortly after he had been helped in, as the healer walking to greet them recognized Adam “What did you do this time?” They asked with annoyed exhaustion, it was only the second day and yet Adam was already in need of healing. That didn’t bode well for some of the older healers.
I've been stuck in the same situation as Excidius before. On another note I'm working on a post hopefully I'll have it done before too long
I'll give Misa some time to deiced if she wants to put her post up now or not and get a possible post written up in the mean time, hopefully it won't be too long until we are there
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