Buy the Bye has been closed for a good long while now, and while Slaine has been seen frequently out and about, Leo has been all but a ghost for weeks save a few appearences in town to buy various teas and food stuffs in bulk and to then trundle off back to his domain. Reports have his eyes as sunken, his skin as sallow, and his hair as a limp lank mess, hanging about his eyes and face.
And then, like magic, he reappeared whole and hale, apparently having rested up for some time, his color returned, his energy back, his hair… well, his hair again. And so clearly whatever he had been doing, the danger was past. Because that’s what people see when they see Leo. Clearly. Plainly.
The inside of the lab has been cleared of tables, or at least it’s center has, and the floor swept clean fastidiously, then washed, then reswept, then washed again. This careful ministration has revealed a permanent summoning circle nearly twenty feet across set into the concrete foundation of the lab itself, made of poured metals of various value, interwoven in otherworldly rune and in geometric shapes that can’t /actually/ fully exist in three dimensional space, making looking directly at them not only difficult but also vomit inducing without warning. Some things are Wrong, capital W, and not meant to be seen by mortal eyes. From the complexity of the circle, from the layers of protection woven about the massive lab, from the runes laid into the floor beyond the circle, more then a few of which have their destructive power pointed /in/ towards the weaving complex structures of the circle, whatever is happening tonight is going to be big. And dangerous. It might be why Slaine brought back up. Or maybe she just knew it would annoy the little weapon dealer.
Speaking of! Leo is not as Kaji has ever seen him. For starters the usually filthy techno wizard is pristinely clean, and for another, he’s only wearing pants. It’s odd, but most people don’t think much about the amount of clothing Leo wears, but seeing him like this, it’s suddenly very clear that he wears a great deal of clothing. Layers in fact. And now that he’s not it’s pretty clear why. He’s a small man, clearly, but his body is ropey with sinewy muscle, the sort a man of high metabolic rates might build were he to swing a hammer for hours on end, not thick slabs by any means, but more whip cord twisted cable, lean lines and angles instead of buldging curves. But that’s not really what draws the eye. Neither is it the scars that cover his pale skin, the things that look like lash marks, or the burns, from smithing and not from smithing. The wounds that look like knives, or spears, others like tears or gashes, all stiched, carefully, but not having faded much for all the care placed on them, it’s not even these that draw the eye. It’s the arm.
Leo’s chest just … stops before the shoulder on hsi right side. It’s just not there, sheared away as if by a hot knife at a perfect angle, right along the collar bone, from the end of his deltoid to where his armpit would have been had he had one. There’s just no flesh there at all. Instead there is glistening, glinting, flashing metal. The collar bone, extending out into the air, reaching for the ball joint of a shoulder and a glistening plate of a scapula that shifts slightly behind it. The humorous that falls down to an elbow joint that isn’t held by any tendons or sinews at all but seems to function despite it’s lack of linking tissue. A radius and ulna that twist and curve apart so that one can stare right through them to the room beyond, that fall to dozens of metacarples, gathered together just at the base of a series of brass or copper plates that it takes the mind a moment to realize are his ‘palm’. Then the fingers. Individual digits that float in the air, unconnected but moving as if they were, spider like and graceful if more then a little off putting.
Leo looks up as the pair come to a stop outside of the circle, and he stares at Kaji, then at Slaine, his mouth setting in a thin hard line. He seems to be fighting with the urge to say something but settles on letting it go. For now. “You ready?” he asks flatly, all the usuall madness and excitement is gone, leeched away, leaving a very serious and slightly scary, mostly naked perveyor of death trapped alone inside a circle meant to contain at least a Devil. Maybe a Prince of some kind.
Slaine isn’t well. She knows that but she doesn’t know quite what’s wrong. Ever since that battle with the Sanka’a bot she’s been hearing whispers and her eyes are much, much darker than they usually are. At least she’s regained her energy and she’s not tapped out. That might be why she bought Kaji with her – because she felt she needed the support and there’s not many magi that she trusts.
She’d have bought Aiden to, to provide muscle and mindshields, if she could have. But the psychic was off investigating their other problem.
“So Leo is going to summon an elemental that he’s going to bind to his … ” she looks at Leo, standing there in the circle “… to your what again?” she asks. She’s had a lot on her mind.
Are they ready? While she waits for the answer she traverses the Circle, inspecting it and nodding slowly “This is nice work, Leo. I couldn’t do better, neither could Gran. I like how you’ve combined the different disciplines, I wouldn’t have thought of that.”
Poor Kaji must be feeling that, yet again, he’s part of some macbre dream. Slaines so analytical about the fact that they’re going to summon a demon or something and Leo … well, he’s expectant.
It seems like it’s been not long enough since the last time Kaji had seen Slaine in such a condition, and he’s still not sure what had happened. To be fair, he would have insisted on accompanying her even if she hadn’t asked for his concern about her, but he’s glad and worried that she did ask all the same.
It might say a lot as to where he’s from and what he’s been through that the young necromancer doesn’t nearly look so weirded out by what they walk into even as Slaine explains. He was an intern at a paranormal investigator’s office back in his…time, and the things that have happened here are basically nearly the same thing, just that here it’s all normal occurance. Mostly.
“Uh-huh….” he says, not really surprised by Slaine’s matter-of-fact explanation nor whatever Leo might be attempting. Once they’re inside however, Kaji looks over at Leo and can’t help but stare a bit. His mind might be jumping to nerdy anime references of pop culture long past but he keeps his mouth shut and smiles a little sheepishly in response to the look Leo gives him before shrugging.
His eyes drift towards the circle that’s inscribed upon the floor, blinking as he studies it. Yeah, that sure wasn’t there the last time he’d been in here. It’s pretty impressive, he’d have to admit. Disturbing, but impressive. When no response is made to Leo’s question, he glances between him and Slaine and then back. “I….guess? Do…we have to do anything or are we here to watch?” Because that would probably be an important thing to know.
Leo pushes himself to his feet and stares at the circle around him, “This,” he says, waving a hand at it, or possibly at the lab around him, ‘is what I do. I may not be able to command the forces of reality to bend to my whim, but building a thing and giving it power?” he shrugs, which looks so wrong with a skeleton shoulder, “Natural.” He isn’t the same guy Kaji remembers, this Leo is more somber, serious, and if he’s mad at all he’s repressed it so far down that it’s almost creepier how normal he sounds.
“Toss that to me.” he says, poitning to an extremely complicated looking bit of … something that’s laying on a table right near the circles edge, “Don’t step on a ward or you’ll cease to exsist, don’t cross the circle, just toss it. It’s magically inert right now, won’t break the lines.” he waits until the shockingly light series of plates and geometric shapes are tossed his way in a bundle and he catches it deftly, “You’re here to kill me,” he says flatly, “if this goes wrong.” he moves back towards the center of the circle, “That’s what the wards are for, amplification spells, anything you cast through the circle towards me is stronger by a magnitude or two. It’ll need to be.” well that doesn’t sound ominous at all!
He retakes his knees and begins to set the bundle of shapes out on the floor, each connected by clever hinges and joints made of the same super light dull black material as the rest of it is. It wasn’t metalic, so whatever it is, it’s new. “And the answer is soul, Half Pint. I’m binding something else to my soul.” yeah. Because that’s a thing normal people do. /Add/ shit to their /souls/.
There might have been a bit of Slaine that was hoping that Leo had been … pulling her leg… but she sighs and nods as he confirms. “Your soul.” She sounds resigned and her dark eyes nearly glitter. With annoyance or something else, it’s hard to tell.
Watching as Kaji tosses the thing to Leo, the small Mystic adds “We’re also here to make sure the construct stays strong and nothing gets across it – either way. Sometimes workings of this magnitude and nature attract … other things.” Shrugging out of her jacket, the small mystic ends up in shirtsleeves and leggings – it’s a bit chilly but she’s sure things will warm up soon.
“I know your magic doesn’t work this way, Kaji, but it will be helpful and besides, I appreciate the company.”
“Ready when you are, Leo.”
Just what has Leo been doing all this time? Kaji wonders if he’d even dare to ask. The technowizard had most certainly been keeping himself busy, but then he’d never struck the teenager as the sort to waste his time dawdling around.
He glances over at the thing that he at least thinks Leo’s pointed out, about to move to grab it before pausing at the warning. Sloooowly he turns his head back towards Leo, his eyes shifting towards the now even more ominous circle before he looks at Leo again. Yeah, this is his life now, isn’t it? Holding back a sigh, Kaji reaches and picks up the odd assortment of whatever it is before tossing it on over.
“Oh. Great.” Once Leo’s explained what their role is in all this. The necromancer’s tone is just borderline sarcastic, but he pays close attention as Leo continues. While Slaine sighs, Kaji doesn’t bat an eye as Leo tells them exactly what he’s binding the soul to. Because that can’t go wrong at all, he thinks, or rather tries not to think about fictional scenarios he’s watched and read. Besides, there might just be the tiniest part of him geeking out. Just a little. ‘It’slikereenactingsomethingfromFullMetalAlchemistohmygoshthisisaterribleidea…!’ Like that.
Chewing on his lip so he won’t go spouting off inane things that get weird looks from people, Kaji looks at Slaine and nods. “Got it.” Mostly. Well, the idea, anyway. He smiles faintly at the red-haired mystic. “I’ll do what I can.” Even if it’s just moral support or something. Looking towards Leo, he gives a nod along with Slaine’s words.
Leo lets out a long breath and seems to center himself for a moment, shuffeling a bit of the pile of black shapes before him around a bit, then back again, someone buying time, setteling their nerves. “Okay.” he says softly, his eyes turning to look down at the brassy coppery hand with it’s spidery’ skeleton fingers. They curl into a fist with a soft clink of metal on metal. “Okay.” the second one sounding far stronger then the first. “This will take three steps,” he says, “first we bait the trap. We’re summoning a spirit of pure intellect so I need to sacrifice something of emotion to lure it here.” he pulls a small much folded photograph from his pocket, and old fashioned thing it’s made of stiff paper that was once glossy and is now dull from use, from being stared at, as if the force of the eyes laid upon it have worn way it’s edges and taken the shine from it’s surface.
“Secondly, we bind it.” he says, “I bind it.” whatever, “It’s not going to be pleasent. Last time those who were with me, who helped me uh…” he glances up at the other two then looks away, “It changed them. This will be messy, it will be loud, you cannot cross the circle.” he eyes Kaji pointedly, “For any reason.”
He lets out a slow breath, “Then I have to force the merger between me, my current passenger, and the new comer. This is where everything can go pear shaped, I burn out my mind and my body is possessed by two spirits with very differing views on reality and the essence of waht they are is unleashed to wreak havok upon everything ever. Or… I make it work and we’re all good. That’s the part you’re mostly here for.”
Slaine gives Kaji a look, she can see that he’s nerding out a bit but she’s not sure why. For herself, she’s quiet and steeling herself for the ritual to come. “What are ye baiting the trap with?” she asks curiously, turning dark green eyes to the photo. For a moment though, her head cocks a little and she shakes her head, as if answering something as yet unheard by the others.
“I’m just goin’ to assume Leo that ye know what ye’re doin’ cause it’s not the way I would do it. Come to think of it…” she adds dryly, landing a droll look on the Technowizard “… I wouldn’t do it at all….”
“Can we get on with it? I’m startin’ to freeze my extremities off here.”
Kaji’s surprised to see a photograph of any sort. Did they use old-fashioned cameras here? The look on his face shows his obvious curiosity in wanting to see what the photo might be of, but he remains practically rooted in place, if only becaus of what Leo said would happen were any missteps taken.
He flinches just a little when Leo looks towards him as he describes the next step, or rather what had happened before. There was a before? Should that make him feel better or worse? Swallowing, the teenager nods.
Once Leo finishes describing the third part of things, Kaji tilts his head. “…yeah. Why’re you doing this again?” he asks on the heels of Slaine’s words. If there was a reason, he must have missed that memo. Or maybe there wasn’t any at all because it’s Leo.
Leo stares at the photo for a long moment, “The memory of my mother’s face.” he says, and his voice is somehow hollow with the words. Slaine’s seen this woman before. She knows that face. The last time Slaine saw it, she was herding a bunch of lab coated people out of a building filled with death and suffering, Dogwood scientists and soldiers. The woman was controlled, in charge, calm. Everyone deffered to her automatically, even after the black clad ninja-bot started murdering them all. “Of you wouldn’t do it at all,” he says, turning to look at Slaine for a moment, “you lack what’s required.” he looks back down at the photo once more, his flesh finger tracing the line of the face in the photo with a feather light touch, “imsosorry.” he whispers to the photo as flames begin to lick up the picture’s edges starting where the metal of his skeletal arm touches the material.
He retakes his seat and begins to speak in a tongue that hurts the ears to hear, he doesn’t answer Kaji’s question, but steam rolls up his cheeks and then vanishes in a faint puff of vapor, though for there to be steam there must have been moisture. The spell sounds like fire to start with, then turns into something more… patterened, mathematical. Soon fire is gone, and now it’s pure mathematics, not the words, he’s not speaking in numbers, but in growing patterns that remind one of math.
The photo burns slowly until, in a final flare and flash of fire, it’s gone. With that, Leo’s chanting ends and silence reigns.
While Leo may not have answered his question, he’s answered the one Kaji didn’t ask. Quietly he’s looking between Leo and the photo that begins to burn, feeling as though he’s witnessing something that he shouldn’t. As the flames continue to consume the image, he looks away. Whatever the reason is that Leo’s decided to undertake this ritual must be important to him indeed. Kaji wouldn’t give up such memories without such a reason.
He lifts his head, glancing back at Leo as the technowizard begins to speak, wincing at the strange words. For a moment he even holds his breath, not wanting to interrupt anything. Fifty percent of the time anything goes wrong is due to outside interruptions. The rest all depends on any number of things either with the caster and the power being tapped into. Of course, it’s all mostly Kaji’s personal opinion but it sounds right in his head.
When the photo is completely consumed, Kaji remains absolutely still, waiting to see what happens next.
“I see. I recognise her. From that facility.” Slaine says quietly. She’s not asking any more questions.
When the silence falls, she looks at Leo. “Well?’ Comes the response. This …. might not be good.
The pile of black geometric shapes on the floor in front of Leo, stirs, a soft clickclack sound as if something were rummaging around inside it. Then they leap up, the shape they take is vaugely reminicent of a spider, a sort of curved surface with a bumpy sort of pattern to it in the shape of a rough triangle makes up the body while all around it legs have appeared, shapes using exsisting hinges and connections to shift and twist until the material appears alive enough to be creepy.
Leo stares at it, letting out a slow breath and then clenching his jaw, “It’s here.” he says, eyeing the creepy mechnical looking spider like creature. “The next part is going to be bad.” he says softly, staring hard at the creature and it’s new corporeal form.
Leo pulls a gem from his pocket and sets it in the center of his chest, letting it just hover there about an inch away from his skin. It’s been etched with glyphs and runes in overlapping concentric circles, so much so the gem almost seems fogged more then etched. He waits for a moment then draws a few more runes in the air around him with a metalic fingertip before spreading his arms wide as if he were going to hug something.
The mechcanical spider beats him to it. With shocking celerity the creature crosses the space between where it is and the kneeling man’s body. The impact of flesh on whatever that dark black material is is audible all through out the room, like a sledge hammer smacking into someone’s stomach. Then there’s the blood and Leo begins to scream.
Slaines eyes glitter darkly as the mechanical spider appears and she shifts restlessly from her place by the edge of the circle. “Be ready. What comes next won’t be nice and when Leo’s done, we’re goin’ to have to watch for a try on the circle.”
She flinches as the spider starts scurrying, taking a sharp intake of breath. When Leo starts screaming, the small redhead grasps Kaji arm, fingers curling tightly – trying to stop herself from breaking that circle and aiding the embattled Techno Mage.
Oh gosh, what is that?? Kaji’s eyes widen as he watches the weird thing of shapes move on its own, taking more of a creature-like form. Some kind of host object? Leo mentions what should probably be obvious, but it’s all the same a completely uncertain thing. The necromancer doesn’t speak, but he does make something of a sigh and a groan. Just how bad is bad?
All at once things move and the impact is jarring on multiple levels. However it’s not Leo’s scream that makes Kaji jump so much as Slaine’s sudden touch as she grabs his arm. He gasps, looking over at her almost hesitantly as though any sudden moves might throw everything else off. Feeling her tense, he brings his other hand around over her’s, squeezing it as he looks slowly back towards Leo. This was a terrible idea! But if they do something now, they might just make things worse. It’s difficult to wait, to watch and hear what’s going on, but Leo’s trusted them on this. They’ll just have to trust that the technowizard knows what he’s doing…
Leo rolls from the impact and there’s a splattering sound as something dark and black and liquid sprays across the floor, a bit of it impacting the edge of the circle and hanging suspended in mid air as if it had hit a glass wall. It slowly begins to drip downward, it’s blackish color giving away to burgandy in the reflected light of all the wards at the circle’s edge. Blood. A lot of it.
Leo rolls around on the ground, his arms flailing as he tries to reach behind him to no avail, as if he were /desperate/ to grip that place in the center of one’s back that one just can’t scratch when it itches. He goes viciously stiff, his back arching high into the sky as his skull and his heels soon become the only points of contact with the gruond, his arms still scrabbling at his back. They give up and move to his chest, fingers clawing at the black geometric shapes taht now writh twist as if possessing a ming of their own, undulating over his torso as they shift and slide and squirm against his skin.
Leo throws himself over and his scream dies in a wracking cough that sprays phlem and spit in gobblets across the floor, his eyes wide and rolling up into their sockets. It’s clear now why. The spide creatures ‘legs’ are impossible to see, at least at the moment, though where they went is fairly obvious. Each of them seems to vanish just past his ‘side’, the long thin black shapes having stabbed deep into the small man’s flesh, burrowing in, twisting, twining. One cannot /see/ the legs, but beneath his skin shapes move of their own accord, slicing and winding their way deeper into his body from behind, and every twist causes the plates along the front of him to sink on tighter. It’s not unlike watching a python constrict it’s prey… if pythons did it by wrapping their lower body around your spine from inside you before starting to squeeze the life from you.
And then. Just like that. It’s over. Nothing moves. Not Leo, not the thing that’s burrowed it’s way into him, only the blood that seeps from the slices into his back continues to drip, quietly, as the lab fills with silence.
Poor Kaji’s arm is getting squeezed tightly by Slaine. It’s all that’s stopping her from trying to intervene. This … is horrifying … and she never wants to see anything like it again.
“Leo…” she says lowly as he writhes and the spider thing … burrows in.
When it’s over, the silence lands like a shroud. “Leo?” she says more loudly, eyeing that circle and trying to determine if they should break it.
“What do you think?” she’s shorthanding to Kaji in her concern.
He’s right there with Slaine when it comes to the opinion of not wanting to see something like this ever again. He could have done without seeing it the one time. The teenager pales as they watch helplessly while Leo suffers at the workings of the possessed metal construct, almost faltering where he stands, save for Slaine’s grip holding onto his arm like iron. He can’t feel his hand but he’s probably not helping it for how tightly he’s got his own hand clamped over Slaine’s.
As horrifying as it is to witness, Kaji can’t find it in him to turn away, perhaps desperately looking for a sign that Leo’s truly got this under control, that he’ll come back from this and in command, that- He flinches as liquid is flung, as Leo sputters, as blood flows and spreads. Beneath Slaine’s hand, he’s shaking.
The deafening silence only seems to bring a heaviness to the room, broken only by Slaine’s call towards the prone technowizard. Drawing in a ragged breath, Kaji looks towards her and then back, with some reluctance, towards the circle. Is it over? Is the circle still active? Shaking his head uncertainly, he tries to call out, but it takes him a few times before he can get the name out. “L-Leo..! Leo, say something, please?”
Leo’s back rises and falls and there’s a wet sucking sound as he forces in a sticky breath, followed by a bout of coughing and hacking as his hands slap out at the floor, slowly clawing him up onto all fours. He sort of teeters one side to the other as he crawls back towards the center of the circle, spitting a bit as he goes. There’s a groan and he soft of flops back down onto his stomach on the concrete. It makes a clacking noise when he lands.
“owwwwiiiieeeee….” says someone in a very pitiful voice.
Slaines hand turns to squeeze Kaji’s as they stand there and watch. “I … ” she takes a step forward as Leo lays there, bleeding … still hesitant to break the circle “If he doesn’t move soo—-” her words trail off as the TW moves and whines.
“Get the blanket over there, we might need it.” she tells the youth before turning to the circle and stepping right up to the edge. “Leo. Is it you? Is it done?”
Kaji nearly clings to Slaine as Leo begins to move again. Okay, so who really expects something to respond when they ask that? With a nervous gulp, he slowly eases back from the mystic, however still clutching her hand, at least until she’s moving and directing him to get a blanket.
“Er, right..!” he says, turning to go and grab said blanket while Slaine goes to check on the technowizard. The questions she asks him sound almost silly, as though she were merely checking on a baked cake than some terrible ritual.
Trotting back towards the circle’s edge and Slaine, Kaji is mindful to keep away from the boundaries as he looks anxiously towards Leo.
Leo forces himself into a sitting possition, an act that makes the loose skin on his back shift and he grimaces harshly as he settles onto his knees for a moment. His torso, the front of him, is covered in what looks like a second skin. It’s tight up against him, slightly concave tranglular shapes have over lapped in interesting patterns to not only cover his entire torso, but to mimick the musculature beneath without leaving a seam visible to the naked eye. When he moves, it moves, the plates sliding over one another without gapping in the slightest. When it’s in this configuration it becomes apparently where Slaine’s seen this material before. Last time it was on a black ninja-bot thing intent on murdering them in an undergruond R&D lab.
“Not done.” he wheezes, clearing trying to take shallow careful breaths, his eyes closed tightly as he does so.
Slaine stares at the material on Leo’s torso, resting a hand on Kaji’s arm again. “What have you done…” she spits out at the Techno Wizard. She feels so hopeless, just waiting there for him to be done.
“Hrggh….Why is it not done~~~~~” Kaji hugs the blanket tightly, frowning as he looks at Leo and… whatever that liquidy metal looking stuff is. He glances at Slaine, inching closer. “What’s next?” he asks, even though he doesn’t want to. They can’t very well leave Leo now, and even if he hadn’t asked, if Kaji’d known the guy would be doing something like this, he’s sure that he and Slaine would still have been here nevertheless. The ‘why’s of the matter are still something he has no grasp on, but they’re not done here yet.
Leo turns his head adn spits one final time, making a face, “Shoulda left water in here.” he mutters before rolling his neck and turning to eye her, “I bonded a spirit to my soul.” he says flatly, his expression hard and flint like, “Binding it to an object for a useful purpose seemed like a logical and elegant way to make use of it’s power, otherwise it would just be locked away inside, wasted.” he lifts his brass/copper arm with all of it’s now brightly glowing runes and wriggles the fingers in the air, “It’s been done before.” he points out as if her concern is somewhat pedantic considering who she’s talking to.
His attention turns to Kaji, “Now comes the ethereal battle. It’s bonded to the object, the object to me, the spirit to the soul. Now,” he takes a deep breath, “Soon as it settles in, we have a brawl to see who’s in charge.”
Well, if nothing else, there’s some comfort in getting a very Leo response. Kaji nods a little. It does make sense, the explanation, but it’s still disturbing. He doesn’t say as much, and as Leo looks towards him to answer his question, the necromancer tries not to frown again.
“Great… So um. Does it just happen, does it give a warning…” Do you need someone to signal when to start match… Shaking his head, Kaji looks back at the containing circle, then at Leo again. “Well, we’ll be cheering you on?” That seems about the only thing left for them to do. “Go get ’em.”
Leo eyes Kaji, and one eye flash with a light all it’s own, a glow of sparks on a forge or the heart of the coals, and the other is an emotionless void, reasoned, calculating, but without the softness that one tends to connect to the word ‘humanity’ in ones head. “Now.” he says simply.
Everything inside the circle explodes. That’s not a euphamism, there is a literal explosion and in the echoing confines of hte lab it’s like being at ground zero of a lightning strike, the sound alone deafening. The circl shudders under the impact, but holds, as inside it’s containment a second human shape appears, taller then Leo and more athletic of frame, a creature of fire vents it’s fury on the world, hurling it’s flames in all directions, whipping them up into a frenzy as it screams in a crackling popping tongue that’s nonsense to human ears.
Across from that is a being of shadow and silence, a dark patch that takes no shape and all shapes, a floating geometric fractal pattern flowing in and in and in on itself like a visual M.C. Escher sketch made more complex, more surreal, and done in 4 dimensions. The flames come, and it seems to suck them inside it’s folds, unmoving, unconcerned.
Between these creatures kneels the bloody no longer half naked form or Leo, breathing carefully, slowly, his eyes closed and his firsts clenched.
There’s little for Slaine to do but watch impotently, hand on Kaji’s arm again. “If this doesn’t kill him, I’m goin’ to.” she mutters. Green eyes glittering even more darkly, focussed intently on the battle within the circle.
If it was anywhere else, she might be entertained. Right now. She’s not.
A shiver runs down Kaji’s spine at the look Leo gives him, and at the following explosion the necromancer throws an arm up to shield his eyes, ducking his head as there’s little else to be done for the resounding thunder of noise. Squinting once he dares to look back towards the circle, he’s not sure what it is he’s looking at. It’s…maybe oddly fascinating and all the same, still terrifying, more so as he notices where Leo is between these two…things.
While he doesn’t look towards Slaine at her low comment, his hand finds her’s again, about the only comfort to be taken when everything else they’re watching is pure madness. He can relate to the mystic’s feelings on this whole matter, but first they have to see that Leo makes it through his crazy undertaking.
And then it’s over. The flames vanish leaving dancing spots in the eyes of the witnesses, the hunrgy devouring circle of impossible geometery seems to have collapsed in on itself under it’s own weight, and Leo is left sitting in the circle alone, by himself. The small man takes a shuddering breath, inhaling deeply, then opens his eyes, staring down at the floor in silence for long seconds. “Well.” he says calmly. “That was unexpectedly messy. I should have planned ahead. Brought towels.” he looks around at the blood on the floor dispassionately.
Slaine squeezes Kaji’s hand, fingers curling in his, taking comfort from the youths nearness. It seems an age and then some before the light show and the sound dies down and when it’s finished, she just glares into the circle. “I’m sorry Kaji, I … ” she had no idea it would be so … primal.
She still doesn’t move, the circle remains unbroken and until they’re sure that //is// Leo sitting there and not some meat suit for a possession she’s unlikely to. The Techno Wizards words go a long way to proving that, but not quite enough. “Are ye well, then, Leo? Is this all done?”
As to the mess? She’s not going to offer to clean it up.
It’s almost anticlimactic in settlement. If the things they’d been watching and witnessing not moments ago hadn’t been as impressionable as they’d been, then Kaji would have thought they’d never happened. There’s still traces of it all even now, blood, Leo and all.
Releasing the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, Kaji shakes his head at Slaine before glancing back towards Leo as he eases his fingers from her hand. He shakes out the blanket that the redhead had had him get earlier. “Messy is…an understatement,” he offers once he finds his voice again. “Can we promise not to do that again?”
Leo continues to look down at the blood splattered about the area, and he reaches up to gently touch the new skin that’s bonded itself to him, “I am in acceptable condition,” he says flatly, “and yes, I believe the bonding is complete.” he lets out a little huff of annoyance and stands, ignoring the blood that runs slightly down his back. He turns around in a circle, looking at the room as a whole, and the action shows the new skin’s arms dug deeply into his flesh on his back near his ribs and spine, “I could use a thurough cleansing however, and again,” he motions at the floor, “towels.”
Leo wipes something from his arm with a hand, “Of course. I’ve no need to continue this course of action any longer. In retrospect it was perhaps to great an endeavor to attempt to begin with. I believe I am finished toying with the primal forces. They seem to cause a great deal of chaos.”
Is it Leo? Slaines not sure, the speech … seems not quite right. Then again, the technowizard has been through a hell of a battle, so there’s that.
Letting Kaji’s hand go, the small Mystic sighs and moves to a cabinet at the side of the room. When she returns, it’s with an armful of towels that she places just outside of the circle. “There ye go. Come and get them.”
He’ll have to cross that circle himself.
The new skin, the arms, the marks of Leo’s battles are assessed, the small redheads lips twist in a grimace “Ye didn’ tell me ye were goin’ to use that //thing// we took from the facility… I would’ve argued more vehemantly if ye had.”
“Ye alright there, Kaji?” Her concern for the youth is apparent, even though her eyes still glitter darkly.
Something in what Leo says has her looking at him “… ye have no need to contintue this course of action //any longer//. What do that mean?”
Even Kaji peers curiously at Leo as he speaks. He’s slowly curled the blanket back between himself and his arms, frowning just a little. “Well, you can give yourself a bath.” When Slaine moves away, he looks over, almost tempted to follow, but instead he waits where he is, anxiously as she returns with the armload of towels.
“I’m wondering if that question’s better directed at someone else,” he says quietly, his eyes flicking from her towards Leo. “Maybe because he’s got whatever that stuff is, fixed in place? And I’m assuming whatever else was with it…” Not wanting to look at Leo’s new additions to his body, he tries to keep his attention trained on the technowizard’s face.
Leo reaches up to run a hand through his hair, trying to smooth it back down against his skull while the other hand rubs at his eyes as if they were dry or itched, “I cannot cross the circle, that is why we erected it, remember? It is why you are here. To let me out when we had finished.” he walks over to the edge of circle and stares down at the towels mournfully out of reach, “I did not use the thing, only the material of it’s chassis, the stabalized carbonate polymere.” well that certainly sounds like Leo.
He sighs at Slaine’s insistence on asking questions and being pushy, “I mean I am finished with this quest that has driven me to such extremes. It is simply illogical to continue to risk my body for something as ephemeral as vengence.” Leo tries wiping more sweat and grime from his face, smearing it more then anything else, and speaks to Kaji, “Stabalized carbonate polymere. It is fifteen times harder then titanium at one thirty the weight, this entire peice of armor weighs roughly 2.3 pounds, most of which is actually the fasteners in the joints, and is capable of mitigating the energy of a fired pulse weapon or deflecting a fifty calibre anti-vehicular round.” he wraps his knuckles on it and continues to stare down at the towels, “My shower is over there,” he points towards a suspended chemical bath shower set up near a comprehensive chemical lab table area, “and I cannot get clean until Slaine releases me. So. If you please.”
It is why he wanted Slaine there. To make sure nothing could get out and … to kill Leo if it went wrong. Problem is, Slaines not sure it //didn’t// go wrong and she’s torn.
“While I’m happy ye’ve decided that vengence ain’ worth it, Leo. I’m still concerned, but ye know that.” She looks to Kaji, questioning with that look if she should let him out. “What do ye think, Kaji? Is it safe to release him?”
When the youth responds, the small Mystics eyes glow – not a brilliant green as they had once been, but darker – and blue energy crackles about her hands. With a murmur, she touches the edge of the circle and the warding drops, releasing Leo … and whatever he’s become.
It’s weird hearing words like that. People in Vesper don’t usually drop words that sound better off in some kind of science fiction, and that’s the only reason Kaji blinks. Personally he’s not familiar with the material aside from being told about it now, but there are familiar bits and words that make more sense to him sometimes than any magical thing that he’s been wrapped up in lately. And Leo’s description does make it sound impressive. Despite the fact that said material is now part of Leo, Kaji lets out a low whistle.
“….although it’s kind of concerning why you feel the need to embed somthing that will stop heavy firepower onto you.” Pause. “….okay no, never mind. I almost forgot who I was talking to.”
Hesitantly he looks over at Slaine, not really liking that she’s asking his opinion on this, mostly because that means she’s just as uncertain as he is. “Well…” he says, because she knows Leo better than he does, and there’s Leo in and out on those sentences. There’s a lot more wordiness to them, but he knows from a certain Person that despite his questionable sanity, Leo’s pretty much a genius. Then again those two things seem to go hand in hand more often than not, don’t they?
Watching Slaine as she moves to release the circle’s power, Kaji’s concern shifts as he notices the change of her eyes again. But with the ward being dropped, he now looks between the two, anxiously.
Leo looks up at them for the first time since the explosion of power inside the circle ended, and it’s clear why he’s been looking down this entire time, or straight up, or rubbing at his face. His eyes. They’re white. Blank. No iris, no pupil, no veins, just a flat almost matte white color, as if they’d been painted. His face offers a smile that stops at the lips and moves no where near the flat eyes, “Thank you.” he says as he steps over the ring imbedded in the floor, “Now, if you do not mind I would apprecaite it if the two of you would leave this place so that I may clean up in peace.” see how reasonable he is? He’s even polite.
Well … crap. Slaines not sure what she’s just let out of the circle but she’s sure it’s not good. Even if that really //is// Leo. She just stares at his eyes and sighs, loudly.
“What.have.you.done? Are ye still Leo, or have ye taken up residence in his body?” She stoops to pick up a towel and start mopping up blood while they talk.
That towel is going with her when they leave. She doubts she’ll get a hair sample or similar from him and she wants something that will give her a sympathetic magic link. Dangerous as that is.
As she works, she’s sure to have herself between Kaji and the Techno Wizard. If something goes wrong, he can come for her first.
Once he gets a good look at Leo, Kaji can’t help but gasp. He clamps a hand over his mouth, inching just a little closer to Slaine. Sighing seems a little mild of a reaction to all this, but it’s Slaine, although he at least has a good idea that she’s pretty much in the same camp as him when it comes to concern about Leo…not Leo?
Since when has Leo ever thanked anyone? Or been so polite? The weirdness has boosted considerably. Kaji had been about to offer the blanket to the technowizard, but now he seems content to just use it as security. It’s not nice to stare, but he can’t help it, and with Slaine toweling up blood, he feels better with at least one of them keeping an eye on Leo.
Leo tilts his head to the side as he watches Slaine work, a brow quirking slightly, “I have taken what was offered.” Leo says simply, “And now I shall be a better Leonadro then he was. Reasonable. Thoughtful. Insightful.” he looks around the room, “With this equipment and a form I can use to interact with it, there is a great deal I can accomplish.” he walks past them, barefoot across a lab floor strewn with … well, whatever Leo uses in the lab, towards the shower was pointed out earlier. “More then he ever did anyway. Bright, for a corporeal, but stifled by his passions. It was time he gave them up.”
“Oh my gosh you ate Leo,” Kaji sputters.
Slaine … sighs again as not-Leo speaks and straightens, folding the bloodied towel she has in her hand. It’s still going with her when they leave, but they aren’t leaving anytime soon. “I don’ think ye’re goin’ to be keepin’ that body…” she says rather calmly, not that she’s feeling it. “… I’m goin’ to stop ye, before ye think to ask that.”
Her hand dips into her pocket and there’s a flash of blue, she’s just sent a message to another ally. Hopefully he gets it and will be there. If not, it looks like Half Pints going to go war.
“Release him.” She says as her eyes glow again and the air stirs around Not-Leo, thickening. It will slow him for the moment, but for how long remains to be seen. “He told me to kill him if something happened and I will if you don’t give him back. Ye’ll loose that body… ” Where the elemental goes after that, she has no idea.
It’s probably a good thing that blankets don’t have circulation to be constricted. Kaji’s got it in a death-grip, but he realizes it’s really not going to do anything for him. And then Slaine’s getting scary.
Kaji tosses the blanket to the side, slowly shaking his head. He’s not sure whether it’s meant towards Leo or Slaine, but at the moment he’s not sure what he should be doing himself. Was Leo completely lost? Or was he still somewhere in there? Can he tell? If souls are dormant somewhere does that lie in necromancy range? …maybe he should go to the Academy after all, but he’s going to see if he can sense anything from the Leo-thing. And hopefully not regret it.
Leo reaches up and pulls the chain on the saftey shower, which begins to douse him in a run of water. His left hand rises and begins to rub at his body, sluicing the blood and grime and filth away, even cleaning the black plates of armor until they glisten gently. “I know what he told you,” Leo says, eyeing Slaine as he washes, “but like with everything he has ever told you, it was at best half a truth veiled in a thin skein of deceit and obfuscation. This,” he waves his arm at her, “is an emotional responce, and to be expected; however, should you look at this sudden turn of events logically you would see the benefits, and perhaps more importantly to you, the risks.”
He steps out from under the water and shakes his head, slicking the hair back with his fleshy hand. He blows water from his lips and eyes them, “You forget where you stand. Attempt to stop me and I will activate the defenses, and should that prove ultimately unsuccessful then I shall begin utilizing the weaponry on hand. You are the superior spell caster Slaine, but within these walls there is no one capable of more destruction.” He walks back through the tables, weaving between them, until he reaches one and picks up what looks like a tiny gem hammer, “Remember this?” he asks Slaine curiously.
“Do you think so? That this is emotional and that I care if you bring this place down?” Slaine answers levelly, looking to Kaji and canting her head towards the door. Her next words explain why she’s doing this “I’ll bring this building down on our heads and bury us so deep they’ll be diggin’ for months to find us.” she shakes her head “I don’t forget where I stand… ” no name, she doesn’t know what to call this creature. “But I do know that I will do what I promised to do.”
It’s all she has left, her word.
“Do it.” She nods to the hammer that he picks up. She remembers it, he can see that and whilst it worries her, she’s not going to back down.
Is she the better spell caster? She doubts it. She always does. What she has though is lots of heart.
Before Kaji can move though, she puts a hand on his arm and murmurs, arcane symbols flowing over him. It’s a blessing to grant him extra strength that might get him through what comes next.
She really, really hopes this doesn’t have to happen and that the cavalry will arrive, soon.
Aiden is… really confused. He’s gotten a message that there’s trouble in Leo’s shop. But when he arrives it’s not on fire and there’s not a large crater where it used to be so what manner of trouble it might be rather baffles him.
“What’s going on… in… here…” The Psychic steps inside and looks around. None of this looks good. More to the point, none of this looks like the kind of trouble he expects Leo to get into…
Despite the circumstances, whatever’s wearing Leo’s skin as he goes through such casual motions just seems to make things more creepy. Kaji’s listening, but he watches as well. While it’s nice that the thing doesn’t seem too intent on doing anything to them, it’s not as if they can just turn their back on Leo.
“…his other arm…” he murmurs, frowning a bit as something becomes apparent in his observations. After all that, one would think that everything would be working. With all the movement ‘Leo’ has been doing with the other, it’s easy to miss, like the way a stage magician tries to hold your attention while he pulls some slight of hand. But is there some significance to this? Kaji turns his senses towards it. What if…
For a moment he glances at Slaine, unsure about what the little hammer might be, but it’s obviously concerning if even Slaine might be worried. Right now, he can’t tell, but the look she gives him, the gesture- oh hell no, he can’t leave her in here!
Blinking as symbols appear around him, he looks back at Slaine, confusedly. And then his head turns towards Aiden- wait, what?
Leo’s eyes, white through and through without a single ounce of color to them, narrow as Aiden appears. “Of course you would call him.” he says, turning and stomping down on a mark on the floor, “No more.” and the door Aiden’s standing in front of slams shut. HARD. Then comes the sound of dozens of locking mechanisms sliding into place, the bay doors, the shop does, the lab door out, all of them. Metal on metal snikting into place on well oiled and greased machinery, sealing the lab inside and out. “He installed that for zombies.” Leo says flatly, “Zombies. Because he had something to fear from them.” pause, “Sell, considering what he did to Sunshine it may have been prudent.”
Leo then eyes Aiden, “You might prove a problem. Catch.” and it tosses something small towards Aiden, just an underhanded little toss, not like he would throw a weapon, more like how one might throw a fragile egg to another person. The hammer making a lazy arc as if flips Aiden’s direction. Kaji’s words draw Leo’s gaze like a laser beam and his pale eyes narrow. He doesn’t say anything, he merely begins to run towards a table currently holding what appears to be a vest of some kind, a sort of black leathery thing with handles sticking out of it.
Sunshine isn’t a name that Slaine recognises but it doesn’t matter. Whatever it was that Leo did will wait till later.
If they survive. If they don’t, then it won’t matter.
“That’s no’ Leo.” Slaine speaks lowly as Aiden arrives, making sure Kaji is behind her as the doors slide locked. “Somethin’s wearin’ his skin and it’s my fault he’s out. But I’m goin’ to stop him. Get Leo back or kill him. Either one.” As the hammer arcs back towards to not-Leo, the redhead draws in a sharp breath. “That’s probably not the best thing to do … ”
But she’ll take that as a distraction. “What is it, Kaji?” he’s seen something and if he can work with that, Half Pints not going to argue. “Into the circle, Vargr.” The one marked on the floor not far from where the Techo Wizard is standing “And I can activate it. Or into the hole…”
What hole? There’s none there. Yet.
Another set of muttering, arcane symbols forming on the floor beside the TW, causing it to buckle and shake and rumble, the material covering the earth beneath beginning to split.
“What is-” And then something is flying at Aiden’s face. Instinct kicks in. Aiden is a soldier. He’s spent a lot of time with various dangerous things flying around. In general a soldier wants the dangerous things flying in the opposite direction that he is.
The correct call, of course, is to catch the tiny hammer and just float it somewhere it can’t do any harm. However the grey eyed psychic doesn’t have time to think about it and the little veins like caligraphy in under his skin light up brightly. He catches the hammer and without a second thought hurls it at Not-Leo’s retreating back. It’s a snap shot. It might not hit Leo. It probably is going to hit something ‘over there’ though.
“Sunshine?” Kaji finds himself saying, and by the sound of it, he /does/ seem familiar with it. What did he mean? What did Leo do? None of these are probably questions to be asked right now, and the look that Leo gives him then is a chilling one. But apparently he’s onto something.
He watches as the hammer is flung, looks towards Slaine as he wonders just what the thing might do. Prompted by her question, the necromancer points. “His other arm- he hasn’t moved it at all since he was released!” And if Leo’s after something, then it probably seems a good idea to keep it away from him.
Kaji moves as Slaine casts and as Aiden returns the hammer, trying to get to the table. Keep away with the vest?
Leo spots the flying hammer out of the corner of his eye and rolls past the table, popping up on the other side to yank a buckler from the arm of a half made suit of armor. He speaks a word and turns, holding the small plate sized shield over his head /just/ as the hammer Aiden threw hits him.
The resulting explosion strike releases /far/ more energy then the hammer should have released with a single strike. As if it had been storing up blow after blow after blow for days and just released them all at once. There’s a flash of blueish light as the hammer’s strike shatters a table near him and flattens the half made armor like it was a pancake. Once the dust clears Leo stands and tosses the smoldering buckler to the side irritably and reaches for the vest instead, “Oh you clever little corporeal. You spread everything out on /purpose/.” there’s a snear on Leo’s lips and annoyance in his voice as he tries to grab the vest by it’s collar. The observant might notice that there’s a soft glimmer of something on the metalic right arm that Kaji was so worried about.
As the hammer explodes, Slaine flinches and turns her head to avoid the flying shrapnel. It helps, of course, but she’s still caught by some of it and blood trickles down her face. “Find out what’s on his arm …” Slaine mutters to Kaji. She’ll keep the TW busy, penning him if she can. A glance to Aiden to see if he’s ready, they’ll have one shot at this. All they have to do is put him back in that damn circle.
As Leo reaches for the vest, the floor next to him starts to lift forming a ramp that tilts him towards that damn circle. That’s all she wants. She really doesn’t want to kill him.
“Hey! Give that here!” Aiden heard the bit about ‘corporeal’ and it seems to stand to reason that anything whatever this is wants, it should not be allowed to have. He’s not clear on if it’s a demon, or some manner of odd alien intelligence, a spirit, a devil… the possibilities are endless. Whatever the case all he can think is ‘contain’. There must be a way to get this thing on lock down until they can get an exorcist on scene.
In the mean time, the psychic makes a telekinetic grab at the same vest that Leo is presently raeching for.
Narrowly Kaji manages to throw himself down before the tiny hammer connects, feeling the ripple of the explosion of force. A chunk of table goes narrowly past his head, and he stares at it, swallowing. Peering around his cover, he watches as Aiden makes a grab for the vest as Slaine pulls the floor under Leo.
Kaji gets up, clinging to the table for support as things shift around, casting his senses out over Leo as he’s distracted by the others. His eyes widen as he sees… Well, at first he’s not sure what he’s seeing. His skills as a necromancer’s helped him attune to souls, and while he finds what he’s looking for, he’s not sure if fixing it is going to be so easy.
“He’s swapped around-” he gasps, immediately wondering that he should just stop blurting things out when the not!Leo is rampaging.
Leo is growing annoyed. Or rather Not Leo is starting to feel a sensation best described to it in the past as ‘annoyance’. The ground won’t stay still, which is a thing that suddenly matters to it when that was never a problem before, potential weapons are denied to it, either by outside interference or by the hosts presumptive awareness of this potential outcome and all the blocks put in place to keep them from being used…. … …See? Annoying.
Rolling under the table where the vest /was/ before it was so rudely yanked away, Not Leo makes a mad dash for the corner of the shop where a rack of-sweetEldergods!!-guns rests in an almost haphazard pile. On top? A Primian Thermal ASH-013 (aka the ‘Asshole’) thermal delivery system. It’s a rocket launcher that shoots a thermite payload in a warhead. Because of course it is.
“Swapped around…” Slaine grunts as the blue energy flickers around her. She grimaces as Not Leo rolls to that rack. “… I’ll try to hold him. Can ye … ” she doesn’t really know … “… swap him back and then grab that thing?” Soul magic, necromancy, that just isn’t her thing.
Another set of murmured words, more arcane symbols form, the floor is still buckled but now the air seems to conspire against Not Leo, wrapping him in a tight embrace, impeding his progress. Hopefully enough for Kaji to do … something.
“Yeah, it’s-” Kaji makes a vague gesture with his hand. How do you explain? No, better to just do something in this case- especially when there’s plenty of other things that Not!Leo can make use of as weapons. And that thing he grabbed just now sure looks like a rocket launcher if ever Kaji could identify one. That’s really all he needs to know to not want to be in its path.
“I’ll try!” he shouts at Slaine, edging away from the table and tensed as he hopes he doesn’t have to do any crazy dodging. That’s about all he dares do as his focus needs to be right for trying to do…whatever he’s trying to do, and he can only trust that Slaine will keep her end of things up.
Chewing on his lower lip as he concentrates, the young necromancer raises his hands, envisioning things like those old slide puzzles. He’s not sure it’d work that way, but he at least knows where the real Leo is. But first he has to try and get a ‘grip’ on the spirit of intellect that’s in the wheelhouse. His fingers of his right hand tense almost into a clawlike gesture as he focuses upon what he’d glimpsed earlier.
Not Leo suddenly finds the air thick… which is also new for it. Well. Air is really a new thing for it frankly, so this is super new. It doesn’t like it. “Mortals.” Leo’s lips say, though the voice isn’t quite right. It’s freakishly emotionless, which is not Leo at all, not even deadpan, but literally without emotion, robotic in a way that’s oddly not reminicent of metal and circuitry but rather of broken human minds. “Flesh is so…” Not Leo pulls against the air, “limited.” and manages to get a step closer to the pile, it’s outstreched fingertips just brushing across the steel tube of the Asshole, a feather’s touch.
And then it recoils as if struck, “You.” Not Leo says, it’s voice a hiss as somethign beneath the arms dealers skin seems to writhe and move and his color flickers with a blueish inner tint. It’s cold gaze settles on Kaji and it’s not /quite/ so emotionless anymore.
Not Leo is limited and the little Mystic isn’t done yet. As the technowizards fingers brushes against the tube of the weapon, she murmurs again. The air swirls again, buffeting against the man, impeding his way to the pile.
It’s not much, but it should be enough to get his attention on her and away from Kaji … but if that isn’t “I thought ye were smarter than that, whoever ye are…” she taunts.
Come on Kaji. Do your thing.
He can feel it in his metaphysical grasp, and he’d known from the start that the moment he tried anything he’d make hmself more of a target. Kaji meets that cold gaze evenly, brow set in concentration as he pours his focus into the task he’s set himself to do. Slowly exhaling, he brings around his other hand, locating Leo’s soul where he lies locked in the gem behind the armor that’s been melded to the technowizard’s body.
Slaine’s words are barely heard, but he knows she’s there, still trying to hang on to Leo. Kaji’s other hand begins to make that same grasping motion, but he starts to frown as he attempts to tighten his hold upon the spirit’s being for the switch.
Not Leo snears and makes a dismissive gesture with it’s fleshy hand, unraveling the making’s of Kaji’s grip like pulling a loose thread on a wool sock, “When I am free I will use you for the first experiment.” it informs Kaji before it’s attention snapes to Slaine, “He calls you Half Pint. Is it a remark upon your height or the volume of your skill?” it asks coldly, “I imagine the former over the latter.” and it once more begins to lean towards the pile of weapons.
Not Leo can sneer at Slaine all he likes, the Mystics muddy green eyes fix on him. She doesn’t respond to the taunt just gestures again as she murmurs, more arcane symbols settling onto the floor causing it to ripple again and the pile of weapons shift further from Leo’s reach.
There’s a look to Kaji then. There must be another way – fighting this spirit one on one isn’t working. Does he //see// anything else he can use.
He can feel his hold on the spirit slipping, and he hisses as his concentration wavers. Not!Leo’s words only gain a glare from Kaji, but internally he’s trying to figure out how to do things. He could try again, but he’s not sure how long Slaine can hold it, and he’s pretty sure if he flubs this one, he won’t be able to pull enough together for another shot. But they can’t lose Leo, and they can’t let this thing maintain control either.
The necromancer is too focused on Leo to notice the look from Slaine. Already he’s gathering himself for another attempt, but he’s not alone in it this time.
‘You’re thinking too much.’ It’s a voice he hasn’t heard in a while, a thought, really, both his and not, and Kaji knows where it comes from. ‘Don’t think, just do it.’
His eyes narrowing, Kaji brings his hands up again as he takes a breath, and then without warning nor further hesitation he moves, both in simultation, both snatching at the air as though to physically grasp the unseen within tight fists. He wrenches his hands around like twisting a wheel, and he’s not letting go this time, not giving that chance. And only when he feels both Leo’s soul and the spirit of intellect firmly in his control and into proper position does he thrust his hands open as though to shove them forcefully into place. …the maneuver might also resemble what in ancient times has been known as a ‘hadoken.’
It’s a funny thing being crammed into a cell that wasn’t made for you. There’s no elbow room. Or elbows for that matter. Which is a /really/ weird sensation frankly. And when one is physically yanked out of said cell and gets to sort of… watch the other guy get crammed into it, there’s a certain sense of rightness to the universe. Also, there’s elbows again. Which are highly under rated in Leo’s humble opinion.
Leo’s face slakens and the skin of it twists, writhing a bit, as do the black on black graphene plates that are now planted into his torso, a soft chittering noise comeing from them ratteling where they rest. Then Leo slumps slightly, falling forward onto the ground. There’s a quiet moment and then he mutters something into the dust of his shop floor, not moving. It sounds like nonsense.
“Ye alright Kaji?” Slaine mutters as she moves beside the collapsed Leo,checking his breathing and his pulse. “Help me move him, back into the circle. We can keep him. Comfortable but I’m goin’ to get someone to check him over.”
Its going to be a long night for the Mystic.
Oh gosh, did it work? Kaji feels something happen and nothing on the receiving end, but for a moment or two after Leo’s body jerks and he falls, the young necromancer remains (somehow) on his feet. If he’s accidentally killed the technowizard then there’s nothing to be done for it and he’ll feel terrible later, and if not- Wait, oh wait. He’s…saying something? That still really doesn’t confirm anything, but Kaji can’t keep his feet a moment longer.
The teenager deflates like a balloon with the sigh he breathes, his legs folding under him as he all but collapses onto his knees. He feels weird, both charged and utterly exhausted, but then it’s been a long while since he’s done any real soul-anythings. He waves a floppy hand in Slaine’s direction in lieu of an actual response, at least until he manages to work one up.
“Y-yeah, think so… jus’ gimmee a sec…”
Maybe a little longer, because it takes some effort to drag himself back onto his feet, but he makes his wobbly way back over to the two, reaching over to grab a hold of Leo.
Leo rolls over and grins up at Slaine, “Elbows.” he says, raising his and flapping them like chicken wings, “Highly under rated joints. Top ten definately.” he huffs a breath, “I feel like shit.” he says, “And I think I’m laying on open wounds in my back. And I need a shower in the worst way. And remind me to give the minion a cupcake. He earned it today.” a brassy hand reaches up to patpat Slaine on the cheek fondly, “Seriously.” he says, wriggling metalic skeletal fingers at her, “Help me up. I’m all over owie.” it’s the first time his right arm has moved since he came out of the circle to begin with.
Then Kaji’s in his field of vision, “Minion! Not bad work there kiddo. I mean, it was a little sloppy, inellegant in the extreme, but effective. I like effective.” he pauses, then frowns, “Would you beleive that little shit is-hold on.” he seems to focus for a moment, his eyes closing, and when his lips move they make a sound human vocal cords can’t make. Much like when he speaks to the elemental in his arm, only this is more a pattern of white noise, order in chaos. After a breath of this, Leo’s eyes open once more and he sighs, “Aaaaand we’re good. Had to uh,” he looks back and forth, “you know, lock the door. So he didn’t-” he makes a wriggling motion with his metal hand like a fish slipping a net.