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

/o/ always

[radiantwingedone]

[ And here is a Duke. ]

You would be a better judge, if anything needs cleaning, unless you prefer searching. [ Because, you know, Duke can't see.

He seems to be using the smell of burnt hair and blood to find where Jade is, though, carefully making his way closer. ]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[When Duke is close enough, Jade reaches and puts a hand on his leg to tell him where he is.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ A twitch at that, but crouching next to him. ]

Not much of an answer. [ But he's going to start casting unless Jade pokes him otherwise. ]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade doesn't, and lets him do so. He doesn't have much to write about just now.

He's glad for the healing, though, and he'll just sit and let Duke do his thing.]

[radiantwingedone]

.... Healing Circle. [ Probably a bit overkill, but that's what he'd been using recently, so it's the easiest to cast.

Duke settles back a little, listening. All's good, right? ]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'A bit much, but thank you for the assistance.'

[Jade stands and dusts himself off.]

'Are you always in your room?'

[radiantwingedone]

Room. Library, for what little good it does me.

Why? [ He hears Jade get up and then follows that after a moment. Stepping back while he's at it. ]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade goes to the table and sits down, taking a cloth and beginning to wipe some of the debris away.]

'Always? Seems reclusive.' [Much nicer now that he had the table to write on.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ He forgot to mention kitchen too. Oh well. It should have been somewhat obvious; needing to get food, go to the kitchen or wish it all. And it's still a bit cold for him to want to spend much time outside... ]

"Reclusive". Accurate.

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'You don't want to spend time with more people than answer the call of a crotchety old man?'

[A bit of a smirk to himself as he wiped some of the powder from his face.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Accurate, 'to himself'. Duke would likely never notice it. Especially with the journal's voice rather than Jade's. ]

A. Singular. People, plural. Prefer less contact.

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'Oh? Well, I suppose I don't mind company, especially when I blow myself up.'

[radiantwingedone]

...... [ Duke doesn't really know what to say to that. ]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade appeared to be chuckling, but he's unable to make sound still, so he just shakes like he is.]

'Oh my, have I left you speechless?'

[radiantwingedone]

Have nothing to say to that. [ Since Jade seems to be sounding fine - or writing fine - Duke is going to start his careful way back to the door. ]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade smirked and let him go, working on cleaning himself up.]