Session Start: Sun May 04 19:49:48 2008
Session Ident: #lunar-iog2
<Mikel> >> Blah blah blah blah IC Zone do not enter
<Mikel> >> It is about a hour or so before dawn, the skies above Raculi only now beginning to lighten up as a new day nears on the horizon. Things have been less than quiet since then with the repairs and patrols since the repelled Servitor attack, though that's to be expected all things considered. Mikel for his part has made his way out of the infirmary likely to the exasperation of some of the staff
<Mikel> >> there, hands in his pockets as he takes a look around the area. Maybe it's just a walk to clear his head. Or maybe he just wants to see if his damn ATV has been recovered.
* Gayo is now known as Gayo|Gone
<Trune> >> As Mikel walks through the city streets, he passes a small circular quad surrounded by a few shops and buisnesses. A large tree is in the center, with a few benches surrounding it. On one of these benches Trune sits. His back is against the armrest and his feet are on the bench itself, so he is in a half sitting, half laying position. His eyes seem to be rooted to the sky above. If he has noticed Mikel's approach, he not shown any sign of it.
* Mikel catches sight of Trune easily enough, tilting his head for a moment. Finally there's a sigh before he makes his way over to the other adept. "Yo. You better not have been out here all night."
* Trune doesn't look at Mikel right away, almost as if he's reluctant. A few moments pass before his head slowly lowers.
* Mikel comes to a stop a step or two away from Trune, hands still in his jacket's pockets. "What's up?"
* Trune 's face pretty much tells the tale. There are large, dark circles under his eyes, and his color is wan. What's most troubling though are his eyes. They seem distant, very distant. It takes him a moment to take out his whiteboard. He writes: "Just watching the sun come up."
<Mikel> ...and that's why you look like you went a few rounds with the Prophetess, right.
* Trune just shrugs.
* Mikel gives it a few moments. "Seriously. What's going on? With all the other shit that's happened I don't think I've seen you look nearly this bad."
* Trune looks down for a few moments at his whiteboard, seeming to have an internal debate with himself. Finally he writes on his whiteboard, "Got despeate. Made a horrible mistake."
<Trune> «ooc: desperate, even »
<Mikel> Mistake?
* Trune 's eyes finally begin to show an emotion beyond the distant, dead-eyed stare he's shown so far: fear.
* Mikel sighs. "Hold on a moment."
* Trune begins to erase his whiteboard, but stops at Mikel's words, looking up at him.
* Mikel turns about and walks into one of the shops. The sound of someone protesting they aren't open yet are met with an arguement from Mikel and exchange of silver. About a minute passes before Mikel emerges again, holding two mugs while an annoyed shopkeep slams the door behind him. He offers Trune one of the mugs of coffee. "Get something in you first. Then explain."
* Trune takes the coffee cup from Mikel slowly, taking a sip. His facial expression doesn't really change much.
* Mikel sips his own coffee, waiting patiently for once.
* Trune places the coffee down on the bench, and finishes erasing his board. He writes, "I didn't get a chance to tell you: back at the academy, my dad suggested that maybe I could use telepathy to communicate with people. With Vytor gone and no way for me to communicate...I got desperate. I asked Niri to help me. I wasn't thinking."
* Mikel blinks.
<Mikel> You're kidding, right?
* Trune slowly shakes his head to say 'no'.
* Mikel just stares for a few more moments, possibly counting to ten or something of the sort. Finally the adept just heaves a sigh, looking at his mug. "I'm going to assume I don't need to explain why that's a wonderfully stupid idea and why I'm going to punch your dad in the gut next time I see him now. What'd Niri say?"
* Trune doesn't seem to react to Mikel's anger. It's almost as if he expected it. He erases his board and writes, "She said no. But Tanan and Ryllan...they heard about it."
<Mikel> Oh.
<Mikel> Well.
<Mikel> Shit.
* Mikel frowns. "That explains why you're like this. What did /they/ say?"
* Gayo|Gone is now known as Gayo
* Trune 's look of fear intensifies. His hand is shaking as he writes the words, "They said if I hurt Niri or spread the virus to her, Tanan kill me and anyone I care about."
<Trune> «ooc: tanan will, even »
<Mikel> ...well, then.
* Trune slowly drops the pen onto the whiteboard, writing no more.
* Mikel lets out another sigh, dragging a bench over so he can take a seat. "That makes sense, then." He takes another sip of his coffee while debating his next few words. "Well, let's look at this then. How have you been holding up since your dad put in the blocks?"
* Trune 's eye twitches just slightly at the words 'that makes sense then', but his face goes back to it's passive look. He writes, "They seem to be holding. My head doesn't hurt, I'm hungry again and not cold...but magic is hard, and I have to push myself if I want to do anything."
* Trune 's pauses his writing, then continues, "One day...I might push too hard and that'll be the end."
* Mikel gives Trune a look for a few moments, frowning. "So when you use willforce you have to get around the blocks and weaken them?"
* Trune nods. He looks a little ashamed to be admitting this.
<Mikel> Right.
<Mikel> Promise me something, right now.
<Mikel> No willforce use unless absolutely necessary.
* Trune nods his head, but his expression looks incredibly downhearted.
* Mikel digs in his jacket for a few moments, pulling out a green stone and flicking it towards the adept. "Use this and shit like it. Ryllan has a few that I swiped in the last couple of scrapes and we can make more if necessary."
* Trune manages to catch the small green stone in his hands. He nods in thanks to Mikel, cupping his hands around it.
* Mikel nods, leaning back in the bench. "That should buy us more time to figure out how to get rid of the thing." He closes his eyes, thinking. 'Next next next... right. Does calling out the Elementalors require dodging the block or help the virus any?"
* Trune quirks a lip for a moment, thinking, then writes, "It's incredibly hard now, and the block effects it, but I don't have to weaken it to summon them....but I don't know what it does to the virus. It is trying to make me the 9th, afterall."
<Mikel> Alright... let's... file that under last resort, but slightly less forbidden than willforce right now.
* Trune looks down at the ground for several moments, his eyes going back to a flat, distant look. Finally he picks up his whiteboard and writes, "...I think Ryllan wants me away from Niri."
* Mikel frowns, looking at Trune. "...no surprise. The suggestion of opening a path between your minds when you've got the virus blocked right now was a bad idea and sets off a /lot/ of warning bells. If you don't try that though, is there any way for the virus to get to her?"
* Trune gives Mikel a look that suggests he has no earthly idea.
<Mikel> Mm. Caution is best then. Next question. Worst case scenario, it gets through before we've dealt with it. What happens?
* Trune 's eyes don't seem to lose their dead-eyed expression, but his body tenses and he bites his lip. He writes, "I don't think I'll have a say if that happens."
* Mikel sighs. "Yeah, well, that's when everything goes to hell in a handbasket. I mean what the virus will do though."
* Trune doesn't look up at Mikel, but he writes on his board, "I don't know for sure. The dreams I had are vague. I think it'll get rid of me."
* Mikel frowns, scratching the back of his head as he takes another sip of his coffee. "Mmm. That's harder to plan against then just it flipping out... dammit, alright then." He lowers his hand, closing his eyes. "Answer's simple. Don't let it beat you."
* Trune 's eyes, for the first time in a while, seem to show some sort of emotion. Mikel can detect the beginnings of determination, fustration, and perhaps something else. He writes, "I plan to! I want to, I can't hurt her!"
* Mikel raises an eyebrow for the barest of moments before nodding. "Good. Don't lose sight of that, no matter whatever the hell gets thrown at us from here on. Because at this point I'm expecting everything and a kitchen sink when we head up to Bluetooth."
* Trune nods a little, calming down slightly from his 'outburst' from earlier. He writes, "I know. I have to help Vytor. No matter what."
<Mikel> Then after?
* Trune looks back up at the sky for a brief moment: the sky is starting to become streaked with purple, gold, and reddish tints. He writes, "I told Ryllan I'd head back to the academy. To protect her."
* Mikel tilts his head. "The academy, huh?"
* Trune writes, "He suggested it."
<Mikel> Hm. And what do you want to do?
* Trune shakes his head, writing, "I want to see this through. To the end."
<Mikel> Well then, your call I suppose. With the wings you can get back there easily if you need time out to shore things up.
* Trune sighs, and doesn't really offer up much commentary for that.
* Mikel shrugs. "If you can contain it, keep going. If you need a break and help shoring up the blocks, take the break. No one's going to give you a hard time for making sure it doesn't break through."
* Trune smiles a little smile that has no mirth behind it. He writes, "Maybe not. Going with everyone may be a different story."
* Mikel raises an eyebrow. "As long as you don't do anything like trying to open up links or blow any of us up..."
* Trune shakes his head, almost trying hard not to laugh. Again, there's no real merriment behind this laughter - only bitterness. He writes, "It doesn't matter. They do not trust me. They never will. No matter what I do."
<Mikel> One would figure if the thing's removed then they will.
* Trune shrugs; it's obvious he doesn't quite believe that.
* Mikel shakes his head. "Keep it contained until we get rid of it and it'll work out. Alright?"
* Trune nods, once again looking up at the skyline. The sun is just beginning to peak.
* Mikel blinks once as the sun begins to make an appearance, finishing off his coffee. "I'd say get some sleep but I'm betting we're gonna be moving out soon now." He gets to his feet, looking at Trune. "Just remember. You're doing it to protect everyone around you too, not just yourself. Think about 'em when it gets ugly."
* Trune mouths, "I know."
* Trune glances at Mikel as he stands, staring at Mikel as if he struck a chord.
* Mikel raises an eyebrow.
* Trune 's eyes once again return to glancing at the skyline, but the look on his eyes doesn't fade.
<Mikel> Feeling better?
* Trune grabs his whiteboard, which was sitting on his lap. He writes something down, flipping the boards towards Mikel, "I honestly don't know."
* Mikel snickers, nodding. "We'll see then, I guess. Don't over do it on the trip up." He raises a hand in a wave, starting to walk off.
* Trune waves to the adept as he leaves, watching the sky intently, as if held the answers. His eyes still look lost, and perhaps even lonely, but this time there is a sense of determination that was not there before. He curls his legs to his chest and silently watches the new day come, as if it were the first he'd ever seen.
<Mikel> >> End!
Session Close: Sun May 04 21:53:26 2008