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daybreakacademy2019-03-17 11:29 pm
suddenlybees) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-03-17 11:29 pm
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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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Uh... well I don't know how good my heart is and it's really not about the tea but... yes? You seemed, maybe, distressed? I thought I could help in the most obvious way? There really isn't anything to this. If you're looking for some kind of ulterior motive that is.
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[ He can't imagine why Héctor would deny it and then prove it in the same breath, but maybe he just doesn't believe that about himself; people are always being like that, and it grates at him.
He also doesn't believe that heating up his tea was the most obvious way of helping, just the easiest way, despite how difficult Kano makes it to help even that much. But if he's wanting to help... Kano stretches his arms out across the table so he can slouch and rest his head on them. ]
Hey, Héctor. Can you do something for me?
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[He's not really up for going into why or why not his heart is any good with a kid and one he barely knows at that.
He still can't say he fully trusts Kano not to trick him, which is why he looks at him uncertain.]
That depends what is. But I can try? What is it?
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I need you to give this to Ekkehardt for me. Can you do that?
[ It's a bribe for him the fuck off, Kano expecting him to just take it and leave, whereupon Kano won't be here if he comes back later. But if he does hand the money over to Ekkehardt, though, that would also serve its purpose, so it's a win-win in his book. ]
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Oh. Sure. Ekkehardt's my doctor, I'll probably see him later tonight. Will he know what this is for?
[He takes the money and... doesn't get up.]
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[ Probably not, though there are more than plenty of reasons why Kano would have to pay him back. But also... the night is almost over, Héctor, go away!!! ]
Do you go see him every night? What's wrong?
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Ah, not every night. Just often enough. Being sick and all. [That part being a lie.] Plus, I got stuck in the Outlands for a few years before I showed up here so I was in kind of rough shape. A few broken bones, things like that. He fixed most of them up but I still check in every now and again to make sure everything's holding together, or if I've had another illness spell. [Read: something attacked him.] Like I said. Bad health. But I'm okay otherwise. And I like Ekkehardt so sometimes it's good just to catch up.
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[ He should probably be worrying more about catching something from Héctor, because Kano already breaks more bones than he should and he doesn't want to become some shambling falling-apart undead thing on top of it. Because that's what he heard when he was shamelessly eavesdropping on that very obviously private conversation between Héctor and Imelda back in the infirmary a month ago, that Héctor is dead. Somehow. He doesn't look like it, standing in front of Kano now, but he knows a thing or two about illusions and about how nobody should be taken at face value. ]
Are you sick right now? Here, here, give me your hand~
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[He huffs. Even if they will both, probably, be fine in this case.
He looks hesitant at the command but he can't actually think of any reason to refuse.]
It's a long term illness, so yes, but it's not contagious or anything. What do you want my hand for?
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Instead, he abandons hops up onto his feet and abandons his tea and his book to round the table and go after Héctor's hand anyways. ]
Never mind why~ Let me hold your hand, okay? Don't be shy~
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...
He glances up at Héctor. ]
Do you feel any different?
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Still, with that glance up he can only shake his head, a blank look upon him.]
Is there something I'm supposed to be feeling?
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[ The hesitation here is because Kano doesn't actually know what somebody's supposed to be feeling, because it's not a magic he's been successful yet at casting on himself to know what it feels like. Apparently, he can make headaches go away, but it looks more like he's giving Héctor a headache just by existing, and he can't know if the man's so-called illness is something that comes with pain that can be alleviated either.
He continues to hold onto his hand. ]
I was hoping you could tell me! Maybe something warm? Ah- but if you're embarrassed, that doesn't count!
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Lo siento. I don't feel any different than I usually do. I just feel your hand. What kind of spell are you going for here? It is a spell right? or some power? I might be able to describe better or explain things if I know what you're trying to do.
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[ Instead of asking permission this time, he just goes ahead and stands on the tips of his toes so he can reach up and pat Héctor on the head. THIS WORKED FOR YUYA, OKAY. Maybe he's just making fun of him now, who knows. ]
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If... if this is something that's meant to help me, it might be that I'm, uh, a little difficult to work on. I've been this way for a long time now. You know how some things are easier to fix right away? Or just the fact that it's sort of a big vague thing. What I mean is, it might not be you or what you're trying to do, that's the problem.
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Haha, how frustrating! You sure are difficult, Héctor!! I don't think you'll tell me exactly what's wrong, and then I could maybe figure out how to help?
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...Sorry. I appreciate the offer, but it's kind of a difficult thing to talk about. Maybe... maybe some other time. It's really not very defined anyway, nothing common, so I don't know that there's anything to be done at the moment.
I'll get your money to Señor Ekkehardt. You don't have to worry about me.
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I see, alright~ Don't give up, Héctor~ There's nothing I can do, in the end, but if it's Ekkehardt, he'll figure it out eventually, so I'm not worried about you at all!
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He smiles for that, though to say Ekkehardt would figure it out, that's a suffocating sort of feeling he's got to push right back. It manages to mar his smile somewhat but not too badly. He's not sure he'll even tell Ekkehardt where his path leads yet. That is something he definitely doubts can be helped.
At last, he rises up.]
Thank you, Kano. Always good to have a little hope. Try to look after yourself too, yeah? The laser eyes might come easier if you don't force it.
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I always do~ When I figure out the laser eyes, yours will be the first door I burn down, so look forward to it~!
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I'm never telling you where to find my room! But I'll stop by for whatever bonfire you create!
[With that, he'll hobble on off to Ekkehardt.]
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I'll burn down your entire dorm, so you won't miss my bonfire!!!!!
[ BYE
now he's got to go research laser eyes too, so he can make this happen ]