Bayezid: Taste Of Dark Power

[18:09] Basili says, "I'ts time... Cuzzin."
[18:09] Shiori Amamiya says, "Punching holes in floors....talking to himself-"
[18:09] Bayezid Gazi exclaims, "Time?!"
[18:09] Bayezid Gazi says, "Wait..."
[18:09] Bayezid Gazi exclaims, "WAIT!"
[18:10] Bayezid Gazi exclaims, "WAAAAAIIIIT!"
[18:10] Bayezid Gazi exclaims, "Time for what?!"
[18:10] Basili says, "What're we waitin' fer."
[18:10] Bayezid Gazi sweats horrifyingly.
(Bayezid Gazi)
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[18:10] Basili says, "Show me."
[18:10] Bayezid Gazi exclaims, "Wh- Wh- Wh- Wh- What are you talking about?!"
[18:10] Basili says, "How you've improved."
[18:10] Bayezid Gazi exclaims, "WAIT!"
[18:11] Basili says, "No."
[18:11] Bayezid Gazi exclaims, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
[18:12] The rat takes a very deep breath, as flames flicker and her body is engulfed in a sickening flame. She'd stand at the ready, within this room. Her eyes looked towards Bayezid, tiredly as she jumped on her toes, seemingly limbering up, waiting.

"Come." She'd say, "It's time ta' see if ya worthy ta' come ta' da' Supreme Cheese."
(Basili)
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[18:21] It was supposedly time for him to prove himself already?!
For him, he was pushing himself every day...
Swinging his sword.
Push-ups...
Swinging his sword...
Sit-ups...
Swinging. His. Sword...
Meditation?

He was trying everything he could think of, and yet? His body was always just... never greater than the common man. Was this his fate? To be that, of a razuka plagued with little to no magus potential! No!
Such shouldn't have been the case...
And by the efforts of himself, Suleiman and... Maybe even Basili? It wouldn't.

Whether or not that day was going to be today? Was another story however...
His body was battered to Hel and back in the recent times...
His arms were constantly flexed, vascularity protruding through their recently grown muscles on his arms -- He was getting fit!

His abdominal region was showing definition through his clothing a bit, even flexing at the legs as he backpedaled. It was without a doubt that he was bettering himself as of the recent, however...
The lack of magus resonance? Remained. That, made the difference between the common man? And a capable magi...

When looking upon Basili, basking within abyssal pyre? His heart panged, and body reflexively recoiled. He wanted to desperately to impress her of all people, but here-and-now? He found himself likely to disappoint.

"But... I'm not ready..."
He didn't believe it'd be enough to stop her...
Of course not... And so, he'd reach for Iron Fang sheathed on his back, singing the song of metal as it was drawn for the air, and cast before him.

A deep breath, and sigh...
And he sought to desperate draw ease to himself...
An ease he could never claim and lack of confidence he could never quite shake.

"I just... Need a bit more time..."
But maybe, this was the way...
Maybe, this was the way he achieve it all! Thus, he hardened his stance, and waited in tow.

Waited... For Basili to make the first move, despite her request for him to approach. Was it wise? No...
But so was charging in unprepared...
(Bayezid Gazi)
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[18:22] Basili says, "-"
[18:22] Basili says, "O-oh..."
[18:24] The rat had gone too hard. She certainly ...didn't expect this to happen. Her eyes blinked rapidly, expecting far more than this as she turned her gaze away from the other rat.

She'd clear her throat, before running over to lift the poor boy up. A little sigh comes from her, as she lifts him up some more. Her head nods in an obvious understanding.

"I-uh... Cuzzin'. Sorry. I-I … don't really know how ta' control dis power yet. S'new ta' me."

The rat was already holding back by quite a bit, but she didn't expect to obliterate the poor boy THIS hard. A heavy regret showed on her face, rubbing away at her face cheeks before glancing down at him.

"You... okay?"
(Basili)
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[18:27] ** Bayezid Gazi has inflicted an injury upon Bayezid Gazi. ("Full-Body Occultic Burns", "From the head to the toe, their body was bathed in a wash of occultic might! By all ordinary means, it should've immediately vaporized him. Though, perhaps due to the originator of the spell likely holding -enough- power back? Bayezid managed to walk away with only a full-body burn. His skin appears to be a sickly pale as a result however, at least until the Occult sickness that is inevitable to incur wears off. It would likely require some extensive medical aid before it could be properly fought off otherwise however.", "Temporary", "Duration: Long (12 days)") **
[18:27] ** Bayezid Gazi has inflicted an injury upon Bayezid Gazi. ("Full-Body Occultic Burns", "From the head to the toe, their body was bathed in a wash of occultic might! By all ordinary means, it should've immediately vaporized him. Though, perhaps due to the originator of the spell likely holding -enough- power back? Bayezid managed to walk away with only a full-body burn. His skin appears to be a sickly pale as a result however, at least until the Occult sickness that is inevitable to incur wears off. It would likely require some extensive medical aid before it could be properly fought off otherwise however.", "Temporary", "Duration: Long (12 days)") **
[18:42] Within the everspanning mauve light of Basili's Shadow cannon? Bayezid's image strained... Reduced to naught but a silhouette of stress lines, all the while his pained screams piercing throughout.

To oblivion, he seemingly waded...
And in the darkness of one's mind, they'd retire -- seemingly on the brink.
It was moments like this, that the power performed truly miraculous feats.

As though an answer to a knocked door, the circuitry within his system pulsated! An unconscious survival mechanism built within every individual with true magus potential.

Though, such was the least of one's worries...
In moments like this? The only thing he could think about was...
'Am I... Dying?'

It was as though he was freefalling through an abyss.
Flickers of images throughout his life, flashing before him... Rising above and beyond him as he descended further... and further...

'Huh... I guess I never could be anything like you, huh... Big bro...'

The envy....
It was always there...
The youngest...
The weakest...
The most injury-prone...
The least worthy...

Then, came the images of his successes...
Successes that Bayezid found himself falling flat in comparison...
Successes that only further juxtaposed to his failures.
'I don't get it... Why wasn't it me? Why were you always the strong one?'
The thoughts came flooding in...
Envy, was finally transforming...
Though, surely this was not right? No... Something new was introduced to the mix.

The Occult was a dangerous power, unmeant for humanity of all kinds...
And to introduce it so casually? Would mean to evoke vile consequences on the world abroad. Like a venom seeped into his very veins, it tainted at his mind... At his thoughts...
Amplifying the negative emotions and thoughts that were already there...
Allowing them to transform something once timid into so much more...

The abyss was letting up, and sensation was returning...
Reality, beyond this void was crawling back to the fray...
And thus? Bayezid's eyes... Slowly pried open. Blurriness faded with the focusing of his pupils, capturing the girl holding him in her arms: Basili was still here.

She was checking on him. Making sure he was okay...
Attempting to recant on her mistake...
The damage was already done, for his skin had turned for a deathly pale -- lost of its natural hue.

His eyes, briefly shining crimson to complete his albinism... Before losing their occult-tainted luster for his natural brown color.

*GASP*
He was breathing again!
Alive, for certain now!

Heavy panting, and then? A forced lunge out of her grasp to compose himself, rubbing at his face, breathing... And falling to his hands and knees...

He was looking for his--
"I'm...."
Sword, now drawn up from the floor.

"Not..."
His footing was established, reinforced to prevent him from falling over.
"Done..."

On his feet once more, and surrounded by a mess of this facility that the spar had initiated within.
"Yet..."

Something had changed in the boy for sure... Even without a sheer magical unveiling? Basili's meddling had certainly committed to... Something.
(Bayezid Gazi)
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[18:42] * You have been awarded 4 Levels! *
[18:44] {Lost Restrained RPB against Basili}
[18:51] The rat hadn't expected this. She wanted to just... spar with the boy. She wanted to see him elevate, to see if he was worthy on joining her in this path of reaching the Supreme Cheese. In truth, the rat was odd. A mild difference in her usual self. What was originally visibly cheerful and welcoming, was soon met with a mild coldness.

Whatever was the source of the flames seemed to flicker in a frightening form. A look of oddness shrouded her, a form of bestial rat which overtook the rat in height. It looked menacing, a quiet whisper escaping her as if she was speaking to it.

Now here? In front of Bayezid? Her hands scratched at her neck, until the flames wavered then eventually blew out. She didn't wish to ruin the building after all, as it belonged to her dear friend.

Her eyes blinked, as the oddness left her, a hand and her feet moving forth to eventually hover over the boy who had fought and resisted strongly to her movements.

She paused for a moment.
"Cuzzin… You--"
The rat exhaled.
"Are you... okay?"
The second time she's asked.
There was a look of worry on her guise, as her hands moved closer to touch upon his chest, inspecting him whilst the bones in her body cracked and shook with an obvious... brutality. The bones that had been spit from her body, would return as she peered closer.

She'd brush the boy's hair back to get a better look at his face. She'd blink.

"Do you need help?"
A hollowness was heard in her voice.
"I can go get someone."
(Basili)
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[18:59] What was usually just a spar between magi? Was often a battle for one's life to one that lacked potency nor attunements of any accord. Thankfully, one held back enough to not outright erase him midst the spar.
As dangerous as the power she wielded was? She still seemingly clung to herself enough.

Bayezid simply lied on the ground where he was beaten, bathed in occultic energies yet again. It was practically radiating from him...
If only he could see himself in a mirror.
His skin was starting to peel in some places, as though subjected to early symptoms of rot. Though, such would pale in comparison to what the poisonous magic was evoking at his mind.

It was corrupting to all that it touched...
His pained body would prove a testament to such -- or perhaps, merely openly declare his weakness to any and all magi he'd encounter henceforth -- for the time being.

Through his wheezing breaths, he struggled to assure to her.
"N- No... I... Should... Be.... Fine..."
He was not fine.

Between the strain he was already putting on his body and this? He was likely to be immobile for an extremely long time. Perhaps, his hope to become a magi was over before it really ever began? Did he even have hope to begin with?

"I-... I can... Get up..."
He couldn't get up.
His eyes closed once more, and to unconsciousness he'd falter.
At least, in his slumber -- he could recount on what led him to this moment...

For inklings of mana residual from the battle still clung to his notice beneath the surface of one's physical vessel...
The circuitry churned...
Now, the question was... Could he hone on it?

Could he...Control it?
Only time would tell through this induced meditative comatose state.

(Bayezid Gazi)
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[19:01] Basili says, "Cuzzin."
[19:01] Basili says, "Keep--"
[19:01] Basili says, "Keep dat a secret fer me."
[19:01] Basili asks, "M'kay?"
[19:01] Basili says, "Need ta' get da Supreme Cheese."
[19:01] Bayezid Gazi is unresponsive.
(Bayezid Gazi)
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[19:01] Basili sighed, as she looked down at the Gazi. She'd lift him up into a bridal carry.
(Basili)
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[19:02] Basili was holding Bayezid in a bridal carry. He was clearly unconscious
(Basili)
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[19:02] Basili simply laid him on the grass.
(Basili)
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[19:02] Hemlock says, "What is with rats and being unconcious."
[19:02] Basili says, "He's nappin'."
[19:02] Basili says, "Don't mind him."
[19:03] Hemlock says, "This is the tenth time I see a unconcious rat."
[19:03] Basili exclaims, "...Tenth?!"
[19:03] Hemlock says, "Indeed."
[19:03] Hemlock says, "Ratkin seems to have a tendency of going unconcious."
[19:03] Basili says, "We... run around a lot."
[19:04] Hemlock says, "Spesificly after battles."
[19:04] Basili says, "Get sleepy earlier."
[19:04] Hemlock asks, "What is wrong with this one though?"
[19:04] Hemlock grabbed the unconcious rat by the tail. Raising him up slightly.
(Hemlock)
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[19:05] Roman De Monteville says, "Well, Rud."
[19:05] Roman De Monteville says, "Think the day finally came."
[19:06] Roman De Monteville says, "Hehe."
[19:06] Bayezid was lifted up by the tail -- which by ordinary circumstances would've resulted in an agitated razuka flailing in discomfort. In this circumstance however? The Gazi was limp, wading unconsciously to and fro in one's grasp, suspended by the tail.

Their skin was a deathly pale, flaking in some places -- and still radiating with a subtle miasma that only recently died off.
(Bayezid Gazi)
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[19:06] Roman De Monteville says, "Good spars, Big guy."
[19:06] Basili says, "-"
[19:06] Basili says, "He's -uh..."
[19:06] Hemlock says, "..."
[19:06] Basili says, "Strugglin' a little."
[19:06] Basili sniffs.
(Basili)
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[19:06] Hemlock says, "......"
[19:06] Hemlock says, "Little Basili. He is literally washed off."
[19:06] Basili says, "I don't know what dat means."
[19:07] Hemlock says, "He looks like a corpse."
[19:07] Basili says, "..."
[19:07] Hemlock says, "Carry him to clinic."
[19:07] Hemlock says, "Now."
[19:07] Basili says, "...I was just--"
[19:07] Basili says, "There."
[19:07] Basili exclaims, "He'll be fine!"
[19:07] Basili says, "Builds character."
[19:07] Hemlock says, "........"
[19:07] Hemlock says, "...................."
[19:07] Hemlock says, "THIS IS NOT BUILDING CHARACTER YOU FOOL."
[19:07] Basili says, "--"
[19:07] Hemlock says, "HE IS IN LIKE FLESH PRISON."
[19:07] Basili asks, "What do ya mean!?"
[19:08] Hemlock says, "TAKE HIM TO CLINIC."
[19:08] Hemlock exclaims, "NOW!!"