004//Glasses pushes

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[It's been a... While since Jade's made any public posts. Lacking a voice made him less inclined to work for public broadcasts that he avoided in the first place.

This, plus all the wandering and exploring Jade had done made him tired, leaving him little choice but to take a bit of a rest in his room. After managing to change the room around a bit more with the castle's help, Jade found himself bored. this led Jade to wishing himself up some materials to experiment with. Given that Jade was short some spells without his voice, something with a little punch would help in an emergency.

The first thing that came to mind was a distraction of sorts. Something to stun the enemy or let Jade get a strategic advantage. A small flashbang would do that like a charm. Small, simple; something he could carry in his pocket. Almost like a party favor but with a bit more kick.

Unfortunately, the one Jade knew how to make was created from a specific Fonim from his world. A rock-like material that, when ground up and struck, would create a bright flash, generally used for distractions. Jade knew the combination by heart, having created it on a whim a few times and using them multiple times while training new recruits. Watching their reactions the first time always made Jade crack a smile.

However, since Jade didn't know the translation from the fonic language, there was a bit of miscommunication. Instead of the fonim, Jade wound up with a low-grade explosive power.

There was indeed a flash.

Then an explosion.

Small, but enough to effectively send Jade into a wall with the force of it and blow out his window into the yard below. Aside from a few cuts and scrapes all over and his uniform being slightly torn up, Jade's glasses had cracked and one of his eyebrows was missing. He also found his journal singed, but useful and wrote in it.]

'I appear to have failed in a small experiment. Since I'd like to not bother the clinic people with a small thing such as this, could I trouble a healer to assist me for a moment.'

((OOC feel free to react over the journal or in person if you're around his room!))

Comments

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'The window breaking was unexpected.'

[cloakand_danger]

[He snorts.] I imagine it was.

So was this a new batch, or did an existing stockpile pick this morning to become an alarm clock? [This would be an odd question anywhere but Paradisa, but Yuan does remember the time Reno's stash of explosives randomly went off, taking one wall of his room with it.]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'New. I believe it was the transcribing that made things go awry.'

[cloakand_danger]

You weren't able to match the formula from your own world's methods?

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'It might have mistaken the Fonic Alphabet for different letters and given me the wrong material.'

[cloakand_danger]

Given that it rarely seems to have difficulty with any other translations, I'd suspect a more deliberate malice in this. Either way, it might be worth reading up on different methods.

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'Nice to know the castle has something against my experimentation, but I'll let it go for now.'

[Because getting upset at the castle, while sounding silly, will probably get him more harm than not.]

'Indeed. Maybe I'll visit the library.'

[cloakand_danger]

It's probably nothing personal - it does seem fond of explosions.

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'That sounds about right. However, before the library, I'll have to seek a healer.'

[cloakand_danger]

[Oh, right, he did mention something about that. Yuan assumed that since he was holding a conversation and not bleeding on the journal, it wasn't too urgent.] I could help you get to the clinic, if you need it.

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'No need to go that far. They're small, I simply don't want them infected.'

[cloakand_danger]

...You'd bother a healer for a spell, but not the clinic for bandages? Are healers that common, in your world?

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'I'd rather not wander through the halls trying to look for the clinic when there are available healers, come of which are not too far away from me.'

[In short, he's a lazy old man and doesn't want to answer questions about what happened over and over.]

[cloakand_danger]

Heh, I see. Well, hopefully one finds you soon, then - I haven't any talent with healing spells myself.

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'You could always carry me to the clinic if you're that worried.'

[He grins at the man, leaning back against the wall.]