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I'm always a fucking prick?

[Like...come on, Jolyne, it's nothing new. It just...also happened to be one of his trauma buttons.]

Uh, yeah. Lots of black and eyeliner, maybe red and purple.

[He sounds a little distracted as he says it, and his hand is still on his knife but he's not holding it like his life depends on it anymore. That's just...bizarre.]

...So how come this undead fucker lights up like a lightbulb when that shit is supposed to destroy them? Vampire or not, isn't that kinda an anomaly?

... He's not undead when he's literally in the body of a living animal. [Good god, Maverick, keep up.]

Admittedly, it's a cool-ass trick I'm kinda keen on figuring out myself, but I guess babysteps or what-the-fuck-ever, right?

[At least she's letting the rest of this shit go for the time being.]

It is precisely as Jolyne has put it- this body is entirely alive...and for all purposes, my own. It's...rather complicated, I shall admit. I actually spent a fair bit of time more 'bat' than person while regaining awareness...

As it is- Jolyne! You may display that trick sooner than you believe- a burst and display of hamon is among the first techniques you shall learn, as all else comes from focusing that energy to more precise areas. A burst however, is simply gathering it.

I'm pretty fucking sure that's a subsection of "undead" on account of you fucking dying.

[...which he will proceed to not think too deeply about on account of that time he got killed by a daemon. He's not undead, nope.]

Ha. You're learning to be a firefly from a bat. Not that I think magical meditation would be a bad idea for you.

And yet that body's technically his now and alive, so kinda not.

[Oh, Mav, honey. She's giving the most thin-lipped smile at that last sentence.]

And why would that not be a bad idea, Maverick?

I did note that it was complicated...perhaps this 'blight' matter that has been mentioned here relates as well?

[He must....research...] ....Ah...

Frankly I would think the art worth learning for any capable...

[He can...feel...the tension...]

[Hmmmm. Put a pin in a thought quick, he's gotta tease Jolyne some more.]

Because you're a Florida Woman~

[They're always doing crazy shit. Anyway:]

So -- you said something about countering blight or whatever and healing before. Think it could cleanse something like that without making the person poof into dust?

[Oh boy, there's a small bit of a growl from her, oops.]

Keep pushing your luck, Mav. [And he might just get decked in a little bit. But for now she's settling again and just listening to this whole mess.]

[If he didn't literally have to breathe rhythmically for Hamon, he'd have held it. As it is, he furrows what Could be brows in his case as he thinks.]

A rather good question...I have no doubts there would be limits. It absolutely Cannot heal vampires after all. But I know not enough about the details of the art to otherwise answer...my master died quite tragically before he had even truly finished my training, and I myself perished not long after...I...

...I do apologize, but it very much is not something I care to experiment with either. The risks are simply too great.

[shhh this is friendship...the way to further friendship is to ignore all this Feelingsy crap about dead friends.]

That's cool. I'll do it myself. Less risky if the one doing it don't generate much power, like a newbie, right? Besides, the Radiance shit skipped this Candle. Now that I ain't risking learning something from a bloodsucker, sign me up, Battycakes, it's basically the perfect fucking scenario.

[It is like a Curtain has been drawn. Before, Jonathan could have been described as 'cute'. 'Innocent', perhaps, naivete coupled with his small appearance for the perfect storm of projection.

Abruptly, he stiffens. His expression tightens with severity as he stares up to Mav.]

....I believe I would like to ask what it is you intend to test, before I can even begin to consider teaching you this art.

[Ugh, and there goes his good mood... Mav glances over to Jolyne and rolls his eyes.]

Why's your gramps so fucking uptight? Fuck's sake. Pretty sure I made it perfectly fucking clear I'm interested in blight reversal, man.

[She's shrugging slowly in return as she pushes herself to sit up again, might as well.]

Maybe you oughta explain it clearer, Mav. I ain't his keeper or anything.

Indeed.

As you said after all- you wished to know if it were possible. Without casualty.

And I refuse to take the risk of causing undue harm and death simply because one assumed they would only have a 'small amount' of Hamon.

[Ugh!!!]

I'm not a fucking idiot. I got people I give a shit about, that's why I wanna give it a shot. I'm not gonna fucking go and kill 'em, now am I? And if I hurt them, I can fucking heal them -- it's fey shit, it won't be a problem.

[L o r d.]

Jonathan, how can you actually kill someone with what's essentially like, light energy or some shit? If they're not dead, then why's it matter?

[Jonathan looks between the two, appearing quite anxious indeed.

To the one who knows his age, it may occur to her that they are not that far apart in 'maturity', despite timelines.]

You're asking to eliminate something- something that Can be eliminated, by hamon...but how are we to know how integrated that sort of curse is, before it is too late? If it cannot be affected then it is all the better, that is true. But if it can, and if its target is rooted too deeply...

...I cannot risk it..! [he cries, shaking his head.] If even a single thing went wrong...I could never forgive myself!

Goddamn it -- and I suppose it's fucking fine if that same person fucking dies in the school's brilliant fucking plan to deal with Nightfall, huh? The Radiance bomb to be so lovingly delivered by all us fucking Candles? You think someone more blight than life at this point's gonna fucking survive that?!

[He could help. He could fix something for someone -- someone who really, really deserved to have things fixed.]

This could help people! And you're not the one taking the fucking risk, so fucking get over yourself!

[No one exactly told him the plan to deal with Nightfall was to make a 'bomb' of Radience, and even if they had, he probably wouldn't have understood it. He would like to say he understands it. But he doesn't. He would like to say he has answers. But he doesn't.

And he flinches, as if struck- his eyes wide, teeth even half bared when more animal instincts of fear creep in. It looks like he could fly away at any moment, and it is only his own human resilience that keeps him from doing so.]

And who is taking the risk then? [He manages, and that is all he manages- he's still reeling, after all, about the things he does not Know.]

[Sidenote, he really fucking hates that this bat has human expressions its face wasn't rigged for, and also that he's raising his voice to a fucking stupid bat.]

I would be! My friend would be! All you can fucking do is do your damndest to not fucking screw up teaching me. And guess fucking what, if I fucking learn it's too damn risky, I don't fucking do it! Holy shit, simple!

[You know what? Fuck this shit.

She's pushing herself to stand, throwing her arms in the air and hopefully Mav is ready for Stone Free out of nowhere to try and fucking deck him directly in the face.]

I think we're done here.

[Amped up on emotions and still tense from the possibility of vampires? You bet Mav's ready. The hostile movement is quick, but he ducks with barely a hair's width to spare and instinctually lashes out with the knife he never did let go of. A split second later, he's jerking back and taking several steps away from everything that's happening, breathing a little hitched. Fuck. Fuck, fuck this got out of hand.]

...Whatever. Fucking -- whatever.

[hahahaha it's time to Leave]

[There is a funny thing about Panic Attacks. Except, it's perhaps not funny at all. Jonathan's breathing is so ingrained into himself that it's practically impossible to snap away from the pattern- that hasn't changed. What has changed though is everything else, as each little thought just slowly shuts itself down, the bat's tiny body locking in place. This isn't like a fight with Dio. This isn't even like a fight with a proper enemy. It's someone he doesn't know. It's someone who wants to help someone else, even, that much is clear after all, but then why can't he somehow make it clear that he doesn't know what would help, hm?

He can't immediately refute the accusations against him. Would it be worth the risk? It couldn't possibly be, it's someone's life. Someone's life, who isn't even with them right now. It would be his responsibility- his teachings, on a subject he scarecely knows. It makes sense to refuse. It makes sense, but someone's life is on hand, and the two facts clash, and clash, and clash with the same ferocity as Maverick's own words.

Jonathan doesn't even realize Stone Free has been summoned to punch. Doesn't even register the motion of the knife above him, because somehow it seems like his vision has just...stopped. Like nothing is actually there, and he's not really sure what is.

If he took the risk...if he didn't...

...

~~What's happening?~~]

[Of course that knife gets Stone Free, but given Stone Free is string, all it does is cut some bits of string off. Jolyne's hissing through her teeth and bringing the familiar back, bristling as she watches him move away from them.]

I fucking warned you to watch yourself. [She's practically snarling until she's turning her attention back to Jonathan and... shit, shitshitshit.

Hopefully he's not going to lash out at her in turn as maybe scooping a bat is a good idea.]

[If anything, Jonathan wasn't going to lash out at anything. He feels oddly limp as he's scooped up, and it takes a few seconds- long, quiet moments punctuated entirely with rhythmic breathing in and out- before he does anything at all.

...Ah. He's likely worried Jolyne, hasn't he?] Ah...Oh...

[That's not right at all, is it?] ...Oh dear... I. [He doesn't really have excuses does he?] ...I am so sorry...I don't believe I handled that well at all, did I? ....forcing you to intervene... [For that must be what happened, he's in her hand, and Maverick is gone,] ...that's quite improper of me...

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strings_theory - 2019-10-22 02:08 (UTC) - Expand

can probably inbox the stuff in the next location :0

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