Ryuhou (
rubyeyes_ryuhou) wrote2010-01-16 12:48 am
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[This gray, snowy day finds Ryuhou sitting out on his porch step, a note held in his hands. His eyes scan over the words several times as though he can't believe them.
Finally, he stands, crumpling the paper in his fist, stalking toward the edge of town. He doesn't seem to notice the cold as the wind whips his thin uniform jacket around him.]
I want to... hit something. That's more Kazuma's style, but now I understand why. I'm going to explode if I don't.
Finally, he stands, crumpling the paper in his fist, stalking toward the edge of town. He doesn't seem to notice the cold as the wind whips his thin uniform jacket around him.]
I want to... hit something. That's more Kazuma's style, but now I understand why. I'm going to explode if I don't.
[Action]
Before too long, though, the power limits of Luceti take hold, and Zetsuei begins to flicker and shatter.]
Not yet, not yet!
[He tries desperately to hold it together, but the Alter dissolves in a shower of sparks. Drained, he staggers to the side, barely keeping from falling as he leans against a lucky tree that wasn't destroyed in their fight.]
[Action]
Fortunately, before that happens, he sees that Ryuhou's lost his Alter, and with a great sense of relief--well masked, of course--he allows his own to dissipate as well.]
Is that it, then?