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The Red King

Who: Mikoto + Open
What: Ra's Temple exploded, again. (3rd time!)
When: September 20
Where: Ra's Temple
Summary: Izumo is gone. Mikoto didn't take it well.

a. Amid the rubble lies the god of the sun burning brightly as his namesake. The flames have yet to die down and the black keeps spreading, but it's not blight that mars his skin as Mikoto struggles to get the red aura under control.

b. Mikoto sits amid the rubble looking exhausted as white flames burn brightly from the palm of his hands as the god heals the burn marks.

c. Healing is an exhausting task, if anyone approaches him after he's healed they'll find Mikoto trying to get up and failing. He's about ready to pass out.

d. Wildcard - Go wild. Make up your own scenario. Catch him at anytime before he passes out or after he wakes up! OTA!

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[ Caster notices that the flames start to bite through his initial defenses, he raises his hand and writes down a string of runes, mostly related to flame and protection, but also some added to just strengthen the effect itself. Writing in a series is always more dangerous- but eh, it's dangerous here anyway. ]

Can you hear me? [ He walks closer testing the new defense he just put up. It does give him few more steps. ] If not I will have to assume you lost control.

[ And then-- what? Watch and see how far the fire can burn, probably. Then the options are two - try to contain the flames within the location of the temple, until it burns out or... to try and put the wielder down, if he becomes a danger for other domains. He doubts he could affect the flames engulfing the other god - that's the raw power, they're the strongest there, and it's not a magic he's familiar with - but that's a third option to try. ]

[ Inside him, Mikoto holds a world of red made up of an endless ocean of magma. That magma churns violently inside him now. A crack in its prison was all it needed to surge forward taking up his full attention to keep it from spilling over into the world. The burn marks across his skin are proof of his struggle to keep it at bay. The more the black spreads, the more ground he loses. For years, he's controlled the power yet a moment's weakness has left him barely holding on. He can't think about Izumo right now, or the bond between god and shinki that suddenly snapped leaving him in this condition. He drives it out of his mind, buries the oncoming wave of rage and sorrow before it consumes him and turns him to ash.

Slowly, he begins to pull the flames back inside him. They still burn but the sting of heat diminishes little by little as the black stops spreading. But he still can't hear him, not with the level of concentrating he's under as he forces the magma back, inch by inch. ]

[ He might not be able to hear him, but the mere sight of flames being more controlled means he's got a reign on it. If the wielder is going to take care of the inferno at the source, Caster can take the option of "not letting it spread". He retreats for a moment, if just to place few runs at the edges of the temple - at the edge of the fire - to block it from moving further, toward other temples.

What an irony, to find himself doing the damage control. He ain't really good with that. And he's not that good of a person to do it because of some noble ideals. But he had seen an ever-consuming flame, he saw what it can do to a city and it's people... he'd rather not see it again in Heavens.

Still, when he's done with that he returns to the wielder, to check on him. Or maybe on how the flame containment proceeds. ]

Feeling any better? [ He's expecting not to be heard again, but he had to ask. ]

[ When he finally starts drawing the red flames back inside, Mikoto becomes aware of the stranger keeping the fire from spreading. It takes a concentrated effort to finally pull them back in but he does it, stopping the fires altogether. Smoke rises from the ashes as Mikoto begins to regulate his breathing, gold eyes flicking to the other once he's got it under control. ]

Who are you?

An impressed neighbor?

[ Does that work as an introduction? Hardly. ]

Okay, maybe "concerned" would sound better, but... [ as soon as the situation is under control of any kind of worry he could have becomes irrelevant ] That's a lot of power you hold there.

[ He is not impressed. Not right now, when there's still a deep rooted rage building up inside him that he's doing his best to ignore. ]

You stopped the flames.

[ From spreading when he was still struggling with them. He knows what that means, but what is he? A god or some kind of shinki with Stray-like powers? ]

Just some of those on the fringes. Neighbor, remember?

[ His own temple is in a forested area, and if the fire jumped from temple to temple to the grove... well, bonfire. Though the neighbor part is a bit of a stretch - few other temples would need to go in flames first. ]

Was that unwelcome?

[ His tone is still light, but he's really curious about the answer. ]

[ Neighbor.... suddenly, he's aware just how bad it could have been. He doesn't remember how the temple finally blew up but he remembers waking up to a torrid of flames as the walls came down all around him. His eyes flick up to the muted sky... if he'd called on the Red Sword... it would have been more than just his temple.

His shoulders slouch forward and he drops down to sit on a pile of rubble. ]

No.

[ He was... grateful for it. ]

[ So, not an enemy. That's what he gets from the answer. ]

I'm used to fire, but that was certainly something else. [ He's still impressed by the show, and would love to know how it happened - was that fire a power this man came here with? Was this a god-power? Or else? Maybe he'll have a chance to ask about it later. ]

What brought that on?

[ Mikoto stares down at the black marks marring his skin, proof of what had happened, what he'd lost and suddenly, he jerks, pressing a hand to his temple. He needs to ignore it. Right now, his mind and heart want to mourn his shinki's loss but all that raw emotion, if he lets himself feel it, mourn him... he won't be able to stop the flames this time. He needs to distract himself. ]

A nightmare.

That doesn't bode well if a nightmare can have side-effects like that. [ He rarely bites his tongue, and this is not the first time when he probably should have. Mouth is a source of all disasters after all. But first things first. He's more interested now in the markings and discerning if it's just a tissue damage, or a blight ]

You look like you need a healer.

[ He can deal with the burns. He just... he needs to think about something else and although he doesn't often hold a conversation, it's distracting and right now, that's what he needs to stay calm and in control. ]

It's fine.

[ He drops his hand from his temple to focus on the burns spread across his skin looking like blight but with a red glow beneath the black. It's not blight. And even if it was, he could steal heal it. As if to lay weight to his words, Mikoto turns one of his hands upright and opens his palm as he calls on his god power. A white flame suddenly roars to life engulfing his hand. Unlike the red flames that embodied chaos and destruction, the white cleansing fire embodies the qualities directly opposite his own. It's soothing, calming and when he covers a burn mark with it, black begins to recede, healing the burnt skin beneath. ]

[ No healer needed so it seems. Wow. ]

Flames that cleanse, flames that destroy... you've got a full set there.

[ Mikoto might not be the most chatty person Caster met, but that doesn't matter much. He can keep up the conversation by himself. Despite living in, well, Heavens, he hadn't seen fellow gods display much of their power. So of course, it is time for shameless magical inquiries, just because he can. ]

Say, do you happen to be a magus?

[ Gold eyes flick his way as the white flame continues to burn away the ash. ]

Are you?

[ Because he has no clue what he's talking about. ]

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Uh, kind of..? [ It's probably not a good moment to go into an explanation of what he exactly is. ] Let's say I'm a magic user. Isn't it only natural that I'm interested in others showing this kind of talent?

[ Or whatever else this flame power is. ]

It also kind of reminded me of something else that happened here before... [ He's not making any bets, but it's rare occurrence enough in the Heavens to see and feel such manifestation. Last time it happened, it included swords in the sky. ] So it can be seen as "professional curiosity."

[ Even he doesn't quite know what kind f magic it is, not that he ever cared to find out. After the Slate chose him, granting him his new powers, the Gold King sought him out and Mikoto quickly realized that he wanted nothing to do with the other Kings. Whatever grand plan they had for society, he wanted no part of it. And since his predecessor blew a hole in Japan large enough to require new maps of the island nation, they left him alone deciding to take a hands off approach with the most volatile King this time around. Mikoto didn't give a damn what their reasons were he just wanted to be left alone. So, he lived by own rules, never feeling a need to learn more about his powers or their true origins. ]

There's nothing natural about it.

[ At least not for him, but then, aside from his clansmen, no one would ever accuse him of caring about anything other than fighting. But then, few knew how much he needed the distraction, needed a way to release the pressure that constantly built up inside him, needing release one or another. Fighting was that release. At least back in his world, here in the Heaven's he didn't have that option. And so...

Gold eyes stare at the rubble that was once his temple. He continues to heal to himself, the white flame draining his stamina the longer he kept it alight. He stays silent, Caster's words easy enough to decipher. He spoke little to begin with so he knew how to read between the lines. ]

If you're going to ask something, then ask it.

On that, we can agree to disagree, then. [ He’s not going to argue about natural order, and whether magic has a place in it. But from his point of view, one aberration obviously might get curious about other aberration. Sometimes one might have a use for one another. Other times, there is a battle to the death to be fought- and sometimes, they just end ignoring each other for mutual peace. Either way, it’s good to find out on what ground everything is going to stand. So he continues, and next question is straight to the point ]

Some time ago, around this location - I think! - a giant sword showed up. [ Also a surge of power, and generally lot of weird stuff going on ]

You don’t happen to know anything about it?

[ He’s both curious about the working of such thing - someone capable of calling an inferno like this, could be capable of projecting a giant structure in the sky. No idea what for though - the swords didn’t seem to do anything, but then he wasn’t looking that closely at them. Ah, amistake. ]

[ The black marks continue to disappear under the care of his cleansing fire that continues to burn away the ash. ]

Depends on the color.

[ Because he wasn't the only King here. ]

So that's a "yes."

[ He's watching the healing performance with interest. Good thing this guy has this, because as a healer... let's say Caster is not best at it, even if there is a rune with healing properties. ]

Let me guess, it was the red one?

[ A silent smirk is his only answer. ~~Could it be any other?~~ ]

[ Hah, bingo.

Blue is a nice color, he really likes blue, but it's deceiving - Caster's main element is still fire ]

What does it do? Aside from floating.

[ The flames keep burning as he shrugs. ]

Nothing special.

[ It only gives him access to his full power, the kind of power that could set the world on fire. ]

Everything has a function. [ If it shows up and "does nothing special", it probably means it's an after effect of something else, a signal or a declaration. ]

Well at least you're going to be alright- [ Caster looks around the fiery ruins. There goes the roof over your head and comfortable living conditions. ] Hopefully, Heavens provide renovation teams for destroyed temples

It'll repair itself.

[ Like the last two times. Due to his powers, his temple comes with it's only self-repair mode. It really comes in handy at times like these. ]

How convenient... What are you, a god of death and rebirth?

[ It would explain self-repairing temple. Not the best moment to sneak in a joke, but he can't help himself. ]

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