The Red King

[lionhearrt]

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! 

Comments

[lionhearrt]

[ 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. ]

[futhark]

[ 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?

[lionhearrt]

[ 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.

[futhark]

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.

[lionhearrt]

[ 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. ]

[futhark]

[ 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?

[lionhearrt]

[ 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. ]

[futhark]

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."

[lionhearrt]

[ 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.

[futhark]

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. ]

[lionhearrt]

[ 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. ]

[futhark]

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?

[lionhearrt]

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

[futhark]

[ 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.

[lionhearrt]

[ 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. ]

[futhark]

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

[lionhearrt]

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. ]

[futhark]

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. ]

[lionhearrt]

The Sun.

[ He's a god of the sun. ]

[futhark]

Ah... that fits the bill too.

[ Surprisingly well in fact. ]

You know, the "sun dies for the night and gets reborn anew in the morning" metaphysical bullshit. [ Comes in package with being upgraded to a god. Well, he's not going to have much luck pulling information from this guy, so it better jumps straight to the business. ]

Anyway, what I wanted to say. I could put few wards around, to stop the spread of the fire outside the temple in case this happens again. [ How generous of him, is there a catch? ]

[lionhearrt]

[ A suspect look. ]

What kind of wards?

[futhark]

The same I used here a moment before. "Protection against fire" is what is literally written. I just add direction properties.

[ Into the temple. So the fire doesn't spread outside, as opposed to having few safe spots in the middle of an inferno.

It will work only once though. A fire will eventually use them up, and they'll need to be remade- omission of a detail ]

[lionhearrt]

How long will they work?

[ How much heat could they take? ]

[futhark]

It's not the amount time, it's the number of uses- [ They should stay here indefinitely, until another fire ]

Once. They will stop one blazing fire, then disappear, and will need to be rewritten again.

[lionhearrt]

And you'll rewrite them?