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Who: Kano & OTA
What: magic practice, pettiness, finals
Where: Lumière, greenhouse, library
When: mid-month, before finals
Warnings: self-harm for prompt i., none expected for the rest
Notes: details of Kano's new Fey Contract can be found on his app
i. Lumière dormitory rooftop
[ Fey magic is a really... terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea. But Kano is determined to make it work, this new Contract that he'd forged a couple of days ago, but it's just so different from his usual illusion magic that he'd worked ten whole years to get to the point where he is now, illusions seamless and effortless compared to him staring at his arm right now wondering what he's doing wrong?
Because his arm is bleeding, a bloody knife on his lap while he pokes at the wound with his other hand and it just comes back bloody, him wincing because it hurts and why isn't the magic working? There's nothing intuitive about this at all, and he has no idea how he's supposed to make it work, with the magic supposed to be healing and dulling pain but it's just doing the opposite for him, the pain making it hard to keep a smile on his face, and making him feel like crying a little.
With a sigh, he waves hand over the bleeding cut instead of touching it, and it disappears— simply masked underneath an illusion, but it's still there while he tries to figure out how to do this, preferably before he bleeds out.
It won't come to it, though. He has three years worth of band-aids stocked up, and he knew they would be useful someday. ]
ii. campus, on the way to the greenhouse or inside
[ But you know what always makes up for terrible days? Even more terrible ideas to get your mind off previous ones. This one isn't that bad, though, because it's something that'll have positive long-term consequences. Probably.
Anyways, it's Kano with long sleeves and pants and winter gloves and the hood of his jacket pulled over his head and eyes and also a bandanna over the rest of his face so he can have as little skin showing as possible. It isn't all because of botched healing practice, though, it's because he's lugging around a three gallon plastic jug in his arms— you know, one of those large plastic containers twice the size of your head that you can buy cheese balls in, but instead of cheese balls, it's bees.
It's a jar full of bees.
He had to ship them to a PO in town and then lug them all the way back to campus; this insect purchasing restriction is really an awful pain. ]
iii. library
[ But also, anyways, it's almost finals and while Kano did surprisingly okay on his midterms, he's got to do slightly more okay on his finals too, because exam scored are literally all that's carrying his grades without the homework to pad it.
So the library it is... Books, his arch nemesis... Him, sitting at one of the open study areas with a stack of brand new text books in front of him that barely look touched, a mug of something on the table that's a dark dark red to the point that it's almost black and also has four tea bags sitting inside it that's steeped so long the tea is no longer steaming, and also hands clamped over his ears like he's trying to block out ambient noise, or massage away a headache, or give himself a headache so he can go hang out in the infirmary for the next two weeks and not do finals.
Why does Daybreak have to be a school??? Schools suck. ]
What: magic practice, pettiness, finals
Where: Lumière, greenhouse, library
When: mid-month, before finals
Warnings: self-harm for prompt i., none expected for the rest
Notes: details of Kano's new Fey Contract can be found on his app
i. Lumière dormitory rooftop
[ Fey magic is a really... terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea. But Kano is determined to make it work, this new Contract that he'd forged a couple of days ago, but it's just so different from his usual illusion magic that he'd worked ten whole years to get to the point where he is now, illusions seamless and effortless compared to him staring at his arm right now wondering what he's doing wrong?
Because his arm is bleeding, a bloody knife on his lap while he pokes at the wound with his other hand and it just comes back bloody, him wincing because it hurts and why isn't the magic working? There's nothing intuitive about this at all, and he has no idea how he's supposed to make it work, with the magic supposed to be healing and dulling pain but it's just doing the opposite for him, the pain making it hard to keep a smile on his face, and making him feel like crying a little.
With a sigh, he waves hand over the bleeding cut instead of touching it, and it disappears— simply masked underneath an illusion, but it's still there while he tries to figure out how to do this, preferably before he bleeds out.
It won't come to it, though. He has three years worth of band-aids stocked up, and he knew they would be useful someday. ]
ii. campus, on the way to the greenhouse or inside
[ But you know what always makes up for terrible days? Even more terrible ideas to get your mind off previous ones. This one isn't that bad, though, because it's something that'll have positive long-term consequences. Probably.
Anyways, it's Kano with long sleeves and pants and winter gloves and the hood of his jacket pulled over his head and eyes and also a bandanna over the rest of his face so he can have as little skin showing as possible. It isn't all because of botched healing practice, though, it's because he's lugging around a three gallon plastic jug in his arms— you know, one of those large plastic containers twice the size of your head that you can buy cheese balls in, but instead of cheese balls, it's bees.
It's a jar full of bees.
He had to ship them to a PO in town and then lug them all the way back to campus; this insect purchasing restriction is really an awful pain. ]
iii. library
[ But also, anyways, it's almost finals and while Kano did surprisingly okay on his midterms, he's got to do slightly more okay on his finals too, because exam scored are literally all that's carrying his grades without the homework to pad it.
So the library it is... Books, his arch nemesis... Him, sitting at one of the open study areas with a stack of brand new text books in front of him that barely look touched, a mug of something on the table that's a dark dark red to the point that it's almost black and also has four tea bags sitting inside it that's steeped so long the tea is no longer steaming, and also hands clamped over his ears like he's trying to block out ambient noise, or massage away a headache, or give himself a headache so he can go hang out in the infirmary for the next two weeks and not do finals.
Why does Daybreak have to be a school??? Schools suck. ]
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...Would you believe me if I said it isn't what it looks like?
[ It's exactly what it looks like, but the intention! The intention is not what Michael thinks, probably!! ]
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At least he's picked up one trick. He puts a hand over the wound, and for a moment it's wreathed in his particular brand of glitchy-looking shadow, the same ones he generally uses to commit murders. Of course he doesn't think to give any warning before he does that. It shouldn't hurt or anything.]
Depends what you say afterwards.
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Uh. I'm going to scrap whatever I was going to say, and say this instead: What the fuck is this?
[ Is Michael going to cut off his entire arm??? Is this how to remove a wound, by removing the entire limb it's on... ]
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[It's over pretty quick, letting him pull back and waggle his fingers demonstratively.]
Bacteria murder. Hieke thought it was good. [Low-key bragging to distract from the fact that he's now just gonna use his pocket square to wrap that wound up like a regular human man. He does it really neat and tight, at least, his particular nature lends itself okay to this.] Just a lot of very small, specific death.
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His arm wrapped up nice and neat is good, though, the constant pressure against the wound better than cold air and sheer stress, and he takes his arm back with a mumbled ] Thanks. [ when Michael is done.
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Is that something I could learn, do you think? Very small specific murder powers, is that something you could grant me?
[ Does he have to make another Contract for that or what, how does this work, if it's even possible. ]
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Sure. Don't bother returning it.
[He's lost more pocket squares that way. The blood isn't likely to wash out well, so he just makes an illusory one to replace it.]
Have to make another Contract to cover that. [But he doesn't sound unwilling. This time it'd be different. Kano's first Contract already was different - in Michael's mind, the sight thing was a pittance, harmless to both body and soul. This time, though, he'd be willing to go even smaller. He doesn't want anything from Kano, except maybe to stop getting hurt.] Why do you ask?
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I want the power to kill. [ His hand twitches by his side, and he shoves both into his pockets so he can stop being so agitated about this, something he's had on his mind but never committed one way or another and now that the opportunity presents itself, he's not ready. ]
Not just bacteria, but larger things. Stronger things. For my half of the Contract... you can have my soul when I die. That's the sorta thing humans promise to daemons, right? Avery says they're supposed to be tasty, too.
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[Michael responds immediately. He doesn't want that.
And sure, eating Kano's soul after he died would be a hell of a lot better than killing him to do it now, and sure, it'd make up for a fair bit of lost power, but he couldn't do that. He couldn't just sit there and chow down on someone he knows like it was nothing, not really.
Even if...what is he going to do when the few mortals he's attached himself to go and die?
He doesn't like this conversation all of a sudden.]
Since when do you want to kill things, anyway? I don't think you even grabbed any weapons at that dance, and they were right there. [though this is based more on what he saw with his own eyes; he was too busy with the other daemons to watch through Kano's]
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That's 'cause I would've died if I'd jumped in there gun blazing, right? But if I had a way to kill something before it kills me, that's useful to learn, isn't it?
[ It isn't the whole truth he's giving Michael, but there's a kernel of it here, namely the fact that he's so obviously never fought in his life, the whole entire time Michael's been looking after him and even before— Kano was always somebody who'd stood and took the blows, managed to survive them, but that won't last. Not with Nightfall. ]
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[Really, the idea of giving Kano the power to kill isn't even the part Michael had a problem with. But the offer of a soul stuck in his craw, and now he's leery about this entire proposal.
Kano will probably need to fight eventually, but - is this the best idea? Just running to make another deal with Michael every time he needs a new skill? Sure, Michael doesn't intend to screw him over, but in general it's never a good idea to be too beholden to any entity.]
You can't just rely on my magic. There's stuff out there that could counter me. At least pick up some enchanted weapons, learn to knife-fight or something.
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Can you see me stabbing an orge with a knife? Be real with me, don't spare my feelings.
[ He's short and he's skinny and the amount of training that it'd take to make him physically stronger and faster is going to be a lot. But on the flip side, he has confidence in his mental energy, his spirit, things he believes tend towards magic and shouldn't he play to his strengths? ...This failed healing thing doesn't count, it's a WIP and he'll get it eventually. ]
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[Get some armor in there too, maybe it wouldn't be so bad...
Michael grimaces a little. All in all, Kano in a combat situation just kinda sounds like a bad idea.]
You don't have any magic of your own you could use for combat?
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Kano spreads his arms wide, and shrugs. ]
I'm a normal ass human, and wouldn't've even been allowed here if it weren't for you. But I guess I'm really good at playing dead? And then maybe I could cut somebody behind the knee...
[ That's it. That's the extent of his combat possibility, when all he has is illusions that look like the real thing, but aren't really. He can't just create things out of nothing like Michael can— something has to be something else, an illusionary sword really being his arm, and if that gets caught in a blow against another sword, that's his arm that's going to be lobbed off. ]
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[He always just sort of forgets that they don't have any innate abilities, at all. Most of the kids around here at least have a little something...
UGH. He hates this. But he doesn't actually want Kano to be completely unprotected, and the past few months have proven that Michael himself is not always attentive enough to do the protecting. Which is fair, he supposes, he's got his own life too.]
How about this? I'll grant you some offensive magic, if you'll actually go and train with it. I'll teach you what I can, but I'm not a physical being. I don't worry much about keeping away from most forms of attack. [There's things that can harm him, of course, but Kano's got a lot more weaknesses.]
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[ Large families, right? That's how they used to overcome such problems in the past, where babies would often die before their first birthday, even without monster attacks to worry about. But each life is still just one life, and if Kano wants to make the most of his, he can't just keep running away from things forever. ]
I'll do my best to tap into my self-preservation instincts and keep away from attack~ But for offensive magic, it's a deal! I'll train hard! So, what are your terms behind the Contract?
[ Not a promise to practice and work at using the magic, because that's a given if he wants to be useful, but terms as in souls or sight or whatever a daemon would ask for in return for granting power. ]
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[Why don't humans lay hundreds of eggs at a time???
As for Michael, well, those were the terms behind the Contract. Which would have made it more of a gift, perhaps, but - but now that he has to say it out loud, that just sounds really dumb? He doesn't want anything else, it's just - that's so, so dumb. God. How is he even a daemon.]
I want...oh, I'll just get the right to eat the souls of whatever you kill. Classic cursed sword stuff, right? [Kano won't be killing any innocent humans, so that's not terribly evil, right? Moreover, Michael hasn't made an actual agreement to do it. He'll just quietly bow out if he decides he doesn't want one.]
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Hm~ That does seem pretty classic, yeah...
[ As far as he knows, Michael doesn't really have to eat to survive, so he'll be fine even with Kano never planning to kill anything ever in his life, even with the ability to do so, because this magic he wants to learn is really just for last resorts. ]
Alright, alright, it's a deal~!!
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[Michael offers his hand, crackling with his usual magic, so that they can shake on this deal where neither of them actually even wants what they're getting!]
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...kinda!]
Great, good talk. Don't keep hurting yourself on this roof. [...] Or other places. What're you, trying out blood magic?
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Eh~ You're making it hard on me, Michael! Is blood magic something I can learn?
[ He does not answer the question, predictably. ]
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[Actually he probably could? Michael doesn't want him to.]
Look, you've almost died like ten times this semester, and we haven't even hit finals yet. You've gotta slow down. Go get a hobby that's not dangerous - did Nana ever follow up with you on dance lessons? I may have made her think you're interested in that.
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[ No! Why did you do that!! He thinks he would rather almost die ten more times than learn how to dance, and also Michael is wrong: dancing is dangerous because he will be mortified doing it and then he will die of embarrassment. ]
Go pretend to be me and go back to her and tell her you were wrong.
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[obviously impossible!]
If she hasn't asked you yet, she probably won't. Maybe I intimidated her with my sweet moves.
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[ It's too late. He wants to block all of Valentines day and the following two days as well out of his mind, but unfortunately, he's never been able to forget so easily. ]
But, I need to ask! Did you have fun that day? With Nana-chan and everybody else? Was dancing fun? Was the food good? Were you glad that you went?
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