"Thanks, buddy," Gold slurs as Terry pulls her back, cupping the spot on her chest where Lesedi's fingers had been emerging from only a few moments ago. This is so shit, she can't help but think. She's going to lose her rhythm at this rate, and then what? "C'mon, Gold, walk it off..."
Her magic could heal this sort of thing, but it would take more focus than she can dedicate. She'd have to break this spell to start one so completely different, and then everything would just be fucked. She can deal with a sucking chest wound for a few minutes if that's the alternative, right? Haha...
She feels the moment that the spirit of Arpegius appears. It's such a sad familiar presence, she can't help but almost laugh. She doesn't know how he knew this was happening, or how he knew this was just the moment they needed. But, hey. She'll take it.
Arpegius appears near Roy, called by his summons. It doesn't take long for him to clue into what's happening either.
"We're going to fix this," he'll say to Roy, before flying off to where Gold and Terry are standing. He doesn't spare a moment to dally or ask for permission - he leaps straight into Gold's body, and she seems to accept it without qualm.
She stands back onto her own feet, the bloodflow slowing as she clenches her fists, her power mingling with the spirit's.
"Hey man," she says, quietly. "It's been a while."
Last chance. Better make it count. Arpegius agrees.
Lesedi too distracted to see it coming. Gold is out for the count, as far as she's concerned. Down and bleeding. But no, not yet. Not until this is done.
Syncing with the music of the other musicians, Gold reclaims her song. She moves so quickly, she almost puts Lesedi to shame.
Music magic has always been the bending of reality through spiritual energy. Most people don't have enough to create much tangible effect - a little bit of well wishing, maybe, or enough spite to give someone a stomach ache. A crowd, though - there isn't much a crowd can't do if they were all in unison. Something that never really happens outside of the craft.
That's the magic of it. Making things happen that shouldn't. Things like shattering a nebulae's spirit.
Gold reaches her hands into Lesedi, grasping for that spirit like something physical. The will of her magic makes it so. She takes one half in each hand and then rips-
The sound it makes is nothing human, and the release of force is enough to blow everyone surrounding Lesedi back like a bomb detonation. Gold never claimed it to be elegant. But hey, sometimes that works.
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Her magic could heal this sort of thing, but it would take more focus than she can dedicate. She'd have to break this spell to start one so completely different, and then everything would just be fucked. She can deal with a sucking chest wound for a few minutes if that's the alternative, right? Haha...
She feels the moment that the spirit of Arpegius appears. It's such a sad familiar presence, she can't help but almost laugh. She doesn't know how he knew this was happening, or how he knew this was just the moment they needed. But, hey. She'll take it.
Arpegius appears near Roy, called by his summons. It doesn't take long for him to clue into what's happening either.
"We're going to fix this," he'll say to Roy, before flying off to where Gold and Terry are standing. He doesn't spare a moment to dally or ask for permission - he leaps straight into Gold's body, and she seems to accept it without qualm.
She stands back onto her own feet, the bloodflow slowing as she clenches her fists, her power mingling with the spirit's.
"Hey man," she says, quietly. "It's been a while."
Last chance. Better make it count. Arpegius agrees.
Lesedi too distracted to see it coming. Gold is out for the count, as far as she's concerned. Down and bleeding. But no, not yet. Not until this is done.
Syncing with the music of the other musicians, Gold reclaims her song. She moves so quickly, she almost puts Lesedi to shame.
Music magic has always been the bending of reality through spiritual energy. Most people don't have enough to create much tangible effect - a little bit of well wishing, maybe, or enough spite to give someone a stomach ache. A crowd, though - there isn't much a crowd can't do if they were all in unison. Something that never really happens outside of the craft.
That's the magic of it. Making things happen that shouldn't. Things like shattering a nebulae's spirit.
Gold reaches her hands into Lesedi, grasping for that spirit like something physical. The will of her magic makes it so. She takes one half in each hand and then rips-
The sound it makes is nothing human, and the release of force is enough to blow everyone surrounding Lesedi back like a bomb detonation. Gold never claimed it to be elegant. But hey, sometimes that works.