xii λ the apple

[assassino]

[He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but it certainly wasn't this.

At first there's just a weird feeling in him, something that makes it feel like his insides are vibrating, reverberating from the Apple in his hand.

Then it bursts, like an explosion, with a gold light tearing across the room in all directions. It vanishes into the walls, and Ezio can't see where it goes, but he's startled enough to drop the Apple. He feels winded.

Elsewhere in the castle, humans may have just felt like something tried to invade their head, and unless the castle chose to protect them from it, it'll hurt like a blast to the head.

And then it's gone.

What the hell was that?]



[Mini event post here! And an video example of what this looks like! Again, it won't effect non-humans, and any psychics who probe "back" at it will know whatever did it isn't organic.]

Comments

[impetuous]

[ ...Really? Really? You're going to start up with the "great" talk now? Of all the people he could have been found by, it had to be Zelos. ]

Were you dropped on your head as a baby?

[wilder]

[That's right! And you know, there's always a good chance he was with how much his parents hated him....]

Hey! Don't be such a brat because the light wiped you out!

[impetuous]

You're the one going on about how "great" you are! You're raving!

[ One hand on the wall, he slowly struggle to his feet. Wincing, he limps a step back.He looks around. ]

Where did it come from?

[wilder]

Pfft, don't exaggerate so much. [Nevermind he totally did first...]

[he notices the wince, the limp- kid got himself hurt more than just some head pain some huh]

Dunno yet.

[impetuous]

You exaggerate all the time!

[wilder]

Whaaat? No way, I'm completely honest!

[impetuous]

[ He points an accusing finger. ]

You're doing it right now!

[wilder]

So judgmental, sheesh!

There's other things going on right now, focus huh?

[impetuous]

Then stop being stupid!

[ He clutches his head. ]

My head hurts. It was like something tried to grab me. Was it the same for you?

[wilder]

Sounds about right, yeah. [He'll rub the side of his head a little and frown]

Your leg seems to be hurt too, brat. What happened?

[impetuous]

Oh. I, er, I tried to run away.

[wilder]

...And what? They sic the hounds on you?

[impetuous]

Something like that.

[wilder]

Eh, they do that. [TRY RUNNING FROM AN ENTIRE CITY GUARD SOMETIME ITS FUN]

Want me to try to fix it or will that get you trouble?

[impetuous]

[ He is extremely tempted and it shows in his face–but he is also trying to to as Arthur days. Looking extremely torn, he shakes his head. ]

Arthur doesn't like magic.

[wilder]

[He shrugs it off]

No big, lotta people don't.

[He claps his gloved hands together] So! Am I taking you to the clinic or back to your Arthur then?

[impetuous]

I can walk. [ No, he can't. ] And he's not mine. [ He so is. ] do you think it will happen again?

[wilder]

Ahahaha, sure brat.

[He considers, then shrugs]

Maybe, but I'm betting people are working as we speak to figure out what's what. So it should be fine.

[impetuous]

If they don't?

[wilder]

We'll cross that stream when we get that.

[impetuous]

Bridge.

That should be *there, not that

[wilder]

Whatever!

[impetuous]

Can you say any idiom right?

[wilder]

You know...I'm not sure, now that I think about it.

Think it's my loss?

[impetuous]

No, I think you were just dropped on your head. A lot.