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seasonsrpg2026-03-03 05:11 pm
rustyhonesty) wrote in seasonsrpg2026-03-03 05:11 pm
[Open Log] A lesson in pain
WHO: Jean Kirstein & Open
WHAT: Dragon Blessed Powers gone wrong
WHEN: Start of March
WHERE: Dayrise Grand Coliseum + Sunwaning
WARNINGS: internal injuries, fire
The Incident
[Jean had been training to master one of the harder dragon blessed skills for months now: redirecting sunlight. He had learned to make his own, but redirecting the actual sun beams was pretty difficult. Not that Jean thought it would be easy, since learning to create sunlight wasn't simple either.
The sun was shining bright in Dayrise, making it easy to practice. He had done some training to get a feel of how sunlight feels when it travels from his hands to a target, using the one he can create. It's not the same as redirecting those that already exists, but the feeling is important.
Now it was time to put it to an proper test again, but he felt confident. He had felt the power try to manifest before, so maybe today was actually the day he succeeded. So Jean concentrates, letting himself soak in the sun for a while, feeling the rays of sun before activating his magical energy and aiming towards a target with his hand.
Nothing happens, even if he feels something. The sunlight doesn't get directed from his hand to the target at all. Even if he should be able to do it, all things considered. Was he just not doing it right...? He touches his arm and grimaces. It's scorching hot--
Then he realizes it what the sensation he was feeling actually is and his eyes go wide.]
Fuck--!
[Immediately he raises both his hands forward and blasts a giant fireball at the practice dummy. It's much larger than it usually would be and scorches the ground where it hits.
Unfortunately, it was too late for all of the built up energy to leave his body so he screams not long after the attack and falls to his knees, clutching his shirt. Not long after he falls onto his stomach, weakened and writhing in pain over injuries that weren't visible.
All the while the practice dummy was still in flames.]
Aftermath
[Due to his injuries being internal, healing him took longer and he was definitely not doing to be in "active" duty for a while. He was stuck in bed rest - either in his bedroom or on the living room couch, depending.
It was driving him crazy, not being able to do anything, but at least he could go insane at home rather than in a hospital.
The sliding doors of the veranda were open to let in some fresh air, so it was easy to just come and say hi. Please save him from boredom.]
WHAT: Dragon Blessed Powers gone wrong
WHEN: Start of March
WHERE: Dayrise Grand Coliseum + Sunwaning
WARNINGS: internal injuries, fire
The Incident
[Jean had been training to master one of the harder dragon blessed skills for months now: redirecting sunlight. He had learned to make his own, but redirecting the actual sun beams was pretty difficult. Not that Jean thought it would be easy, since learning to create sunlight wasn't simple either.
The sun was shining bright in Dayrise, making it easy to practice. He had done some training to get a feel of how sunlight feels when it travels from his hands to a target, using the one he can create. It's not the same as redirecting those that already exists, but the feeling is important.
Now it was time to put it to an proper test again, but he felt confident. He had felt the power try to manifest before, so maybe today was actually the day he succeeded. So Jean concentrates, letting himself soak in the sun for a while, feeling the rays of sun before activating his magical energy and aiming towards a target with his hand.
Nothing happens, even if he feels something. The sunlight doesn't get directed from his hand to the target at all. Even if he should be able to do it, all things considered. Was he just not doing it right...? He touches his arm and grimaces. It's scorching hot--
Then he realizes it what the sensation he was feeling actually is and his eyes go wide.]
Fuck--!
[Immediately he raises both his hands forward and blasts a giant fireball at the practice dummy. It's much larger than it usually would be and scorches the ground where it hits.
Unfortunately, it was too late for all of the built up energy to leave his body so he screams not long after the attack and falls to his knees, clutching his shirt. Not long after he falls onto his stomach, weakened and writhing in pain over injuries that weren't visible.
All the while the practice dummy was still in flames.]
Aftermath
[Due to his injuries being internal, healing him took longer and he was definitely not doing to be in "active" duty for a while. He was stuck in bed rest - either in his bedroom or on the living room couch, depending.
It was driving him crazy, not being able to do anything, but at least he could go insane at home rather than in a hospital.
The sliding doors of the veranda were open to let in some fresh air, so it was easy to just come and say hi. Please save him from boredom.]
aftermath
[ But either way, he's there now, sitting at a bit of a distance with his back rested against the veranda doors, like some sort of a barely awake guard dog. How long has he been there? Was he going to do anything to contribute to making things less boring for Jean? All good questions. ]
[ So maybe he's a little bit sensitive about the possibility of Jean dying after all the bullshit this place has thrown their way. Don't worry about it. ]
The Incident
What in Hecate's name-!
[A quick weave of her arms, the flames around the practice dummy shifting as a harmless shade of blue-purple whipped it's way through them. There- now what had caused- oh.
Caster flew to Jean's side as he collapsed, paling at his condition. No injuries on the outside, at least, but then??]
Jean- hold on.
[There had to be a potion that would help- Caster quickly searched her bag, trying to find something... and wished, just for a moment, that she still had access to her younger self's healing magic.]
after
Jean-san! I heard you were really hurt!
Aftermath
[Mukuro was sat down by the sofa, quietly working on maintenance on her automail- tighten a screw here, add a little oil there- but that was mostly just to keep her mind busy. To keep the feelings of despair that clawed at the edge of her mind at bay.
Still, one question rung out in the back of her mind clearer than any; ]
What... happened?