by Miro on August 31st, 2012, 6:14 am
Miro was late to class, but it seemed Rayage was late as well. Odd for somebody like him, he wondered what was more important than being ready for class. It was rare for Miro to even arrive in class at all. Not many had paid any attention to him, as far as he could tell. Today though, the class looked dead. But one person in particular looked quite determined, despite her startling appearance. She used a contraption to walk, likely a product of animation. It looked as if she was injured, perhaps seriously, yet still came to class. As boring as things could be, perhaps the class would yield a lesson.
Next to the girl was an empty seat. It would put him away from Rayage if he were to enter, but it would allow him to meet this person. She seemed different, almost reminding him of Alvadas in some way. Perhaps it was the mystery and confusion involved in examining her. So far, everything in this city had been foreign. The lack of performers created a more serious attitude, and yet for all of their hard work, so very few impressed. At the very least, despite women dressing and looking different, they still were quite beautiful. For all of the rush Miro felt in Alvadas to do something, in Zeltiva he only felt a duty to learn.
Learn he would, starting with this girl. The boy casually walked to the seat adjacent hers. It took a moment to be sure he would not bump her contraption, but still did not seem to draw much attention. He turned to look at her with worried expression. He would be careful not to reveal his fangs when talking. While some may find them exotic, in a few cases he was labeled a monster. There was something to that claim, considering how much he could enjoy spilling blood, but his teeth did not hint at such a thing. Miro moved towards the girl, leaning over a bit. He was ready to talk, but unsure if his urge to manipulate should be suppressed.
"Hey, where is Professor Rayage? I have never seen him late. Not ever in my life. His love for teaching alchemy is his life. I sure hope something isn't wrong, I am getting worried." What he should do and what he would do were two different things, and of course, Miro could not resist the urge to act childish. It was not something he was used to, but leading people along on false claims was a rush of its own. Something dark in him craved it. Another familiar craving was starting to appear as well, one that would need some control, for it would reveal him as a monster.
Part of him did not care how the girl would respond, he had something else in mind. It would work to his advantage if he showed genuine acts of worry. What he wanted was for her to share in his will to go and find the man. Something told Miro that if Ray was not here, it meant he had better things to do. For now he would ignore this girls injury, however awful it was of him. Nothing exciting ever happened in Zeltiva, it was killing him. If things did not become exciting he may find himself committing crimes to stir things up.
A desperate need to be understood overcame him. Nothing he said would make her understand. He needed to show her how he felt. Miro began to focus his djed in his throat. What he was going to say was already planned, but those words would carry more weight. His voice would convey his feelings, better than his words could. The rush of using hypnotism made him want to cringe with excitement. To hold such a power made him crave its understanding.
Miro's face grew more grave and worried. He looked over, staring into the girl's eyes. He did not care if she looked back, his mind was focused on bringing everything together. He began to ready his voice, knowing it needed to sound higher, honestly upset. That was the exact emotion wanted to convey. She would have to return his concern, surely. There was something about this woman, she seemed driven, yet that was not it. A familiar hidden quality, something appealing tucked away.
Everything was prepared, now came his favorite part. Casting a spell would give him that all too familiar release of djed. He did worry what Ray was up to, but only so he could be a part of it. Whatever he was doing had to be more fun than class. With a deep breath in, he imagined the empathy that caused one's own heart to ache for another. That burn from seeing another in agony searing your heart. His words would hold this quality, however slight and subtle it would be.
"Something is wrong. Rayage would not skip class without giving notice to us." He began to breathe heavier, still not convinced he would be successful. He just sat there, his head lowered, holding it with his hands. Forcing his influence on others was draining in such a way, leaving him feeling weak mentally. It was always the case when not able to make contact. Simply touching the person initiated the necessary link much easier, but without any strain he would not progress. Hypnotism required mental finesse, something that would need work.
What he wanted was to tempt this girl. A plausible idea came to mind, but he was pushing things. Something about making of fool of himself was entertaining. He was glad Ender had not made a peep, but it was only a matter of time before he would break his concentration. No doubt the creature sitting on his wrist was building his ammo. Things were going to turn around though. Today would show him that fun could be found if one were to look. He needed only to seek it out.
Miro built his djed in his hand. He would not send an emotion, but rather give his words a more lasting feeling. Speaking the words while using djed to give them force. Perhaps it would fail and a substitute would come in Rayage's stead before he could act. The childish emotions often ruled his actions, but things had been out of hand. Since leaving the Colosseum, life had been missing something. Being kept from killing for so long did things to him.
The boy continued to breathe hard and stood up as if he was alarmed. Still, he was not hearing much of anything being said to him. At least he was ready to cast again, the drain of djed would drown away his boredom. If that was all that was left to fill him up, he would have to spill his soul out and forget it all. Another attempt at hypnotism was ready in his mind. With any luck he would get results, to find he was using the magic correctly.
His goal was to touch the girl and to speak his message in tandem. It would cast the spell easily, and save him the trouble of trying to impose his will in a less direct way, as such methods were taxing on his mind. Miro leaned in and placed his hand atop the girl's, staring her in the eyes. The message was repeating in his head over and over, ready to release his djed as the incantation would be spoken.
"Please help me! I am sorry to seem so upset, but I am worried. Rayage has been taking care of me since I came to Zeltiva. I lost my family in Alvadas before moving here. He is all I have left in this world." Such words were true in how Miro saw things, but the details had been twisted. It was a cruel thing to do, yet somehow he felt justified in his actions. At the very least, he had no ill intentions. He was attempting to abuse good will, but meant no harm. That slight silver lining was enough however.
