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November Catch-all
🧙 WHO: Zen and you!
⚔️️ WHAT: doppledinner, magical flu, all-around catch-all for November
🕒 WHEN: November!
🗺️ WHERE: Around Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: None at the moment
#Doppledinner
[ This world has so many interesting things in it, the internet and social media being among them. Coming from a world without magic or technology this advanced, Zen still doesn't quite understand it all, but he's trying to. There's a lot to be learned out there, after all.
Case and point: the potion that allows you to duplicate things. It seems harmless enough, and Zen can think of a myriad of uses for it, so he decides to try it out for himself.
It works, of course, just...a little too well.
In a room at the inn, there's a soft, almost frantic knocking coming from one of the doors. Help? ]
Magical Flu
[ Getting sick is kind of the worst. Zen plans to wait his out by staying cooped up in the inn, wrapped in blankets and drinking a tea Shirayuki had once told him was good for fighting off colds, but...ends up having to change plans when he sneezes and his coffee pot turns into a bunch of raw ingredients.
He could go and seek medical attention, but he doesn't want to go there and unmake all their medical equipment, so he gathers up his blankets, leaves behind anything he's likely to destroy, and tries to hurry off somewhere secluded to (hopefully) ride out his cold.
Camelot is a pretty big place, though, which means he may accidentally:
- Break random items down into their base components. Sorry in advance for your sword, belt, windows, or other objects!
- Transform any components around him into random items.
- Shoot off random bursts of elemental magic. Suddenly things are on fire, or there's an intense gust of wind, and so on. ]
Uh. Sorry about that.
[ ooc: Aside from the above prompts, feel free to hit me up with anything else from the quests or TDM! If you want to plot, I can also be reached at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
stonegathers or Moss#9499 on Discord. ]
⚔️️ WHAT: doppledinner, magical flu, all-around catch-all for November
🕒 WHEN: November!
🗺️ WHERE: Around Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: None at the moment
#Doppledinner
Case and point: the potion that allows you to duplicate things. It seems harmless enough, and Zen can think of a myriad of uses for it, so he decides to try it out for himself.
It works, of course, just...a little too well.
In a room at the inn, there's a soft, almost frantic knocking coming from one of the doors. Help? ]
Magical Flu
He could go and seek medical attention, but he doesn't want to go there and unmake all their medical equipment, so he gathers up his blankets, leaves behind anything he's likely to destroy, and tries to hurry off somewhere secluded to (hopefully) ride out his cold.
Camelot is a pretty big place, though, which means he may accidentally:
- Break random items down into their base components. Sorry in advance for your sword, belt, windows, or other objects!
- Transform any components around him into random items.
- Shoot off random bursts of elemental magic. Suddenly things are on fire, or there's an intense gust of wind, and so on. ]
Uh. Sorry about that.
[ ooc: Aside from the above prompts, feel free to hit me up with anything else from the quests or TDM! If you want to plot, I can also be reached at
For Rapunzel
Camelot can't be far off, and he finds himself scanning their surroundings for anything that matches what he's been told of the place. At least, that's what he does right up until he catches movement out of the corner of his eye.
It's Rapunzel, putting on a--wait. Is she seriously trying to wear a tiara like a bracelet?
He watches intently, eyes honed in on the tiara as she tries it on a few different ways, her expression becoming one of increasing confusion at each failed attempt. Bracelet. Arm Band. Anklet. Hair tie. Okay, wait, why is she trying to put the hem of her skirt in it like it's a napkin holder-- ]
Hey, Rapunzel? Just what are you trying to do?
[ He has a lot of other questions, namely why she has the tiara at all, but that's kind of. That's the big one right there. ]
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Having someone who came from a world with a similar level of technology has been a surprisingly immeasurable comfort since coming to shore and stumbling her way amidst the other new arrivals. She'd lost Cale quite by accident, though something told her he wasn't sad to see her go (and had maybe even been trying to lose her on purpose), and fallen in with Zen not too long after.
He seemed sincere, and to be fair, he was the first person in the last twelve hours who HADN'T been clearly eager to be rid of her company, so...
He's polite. He's funny, and he seems to think she is, too. He'd laughed at her terrible egg puns anyway. It felt comfortable with him, and he seemed reliable and trustworthy, which were all nice feelings to have in the middle of all the uncertainty and chaos of being dropped into another world. She hadn't really been able to do anything that felt like she was repaying that kindness, but neither had Zen asked for anything in return.
Kind of the antithesis of what her mother claimed people in the world outside were like, like with the Ruffians.
Somehow the revelation led Rapunzel to revisiting the possessions that she'd retrieved from the... uh... the junk box. There was a journal, purposely worn leather with enough flexibility to be easily opened and closed, the cover decorated with a familiar art style, and yet the pages inside were blank. The inner cover held a single written message that she couldn't figure out the meaning of. It was cryptic, and it sounded... prophetic, but what did it mean, and why was it among her things?
Less confusing was the second dress, just her style, and some of her favorite colors. Pascal was waiting inside, much to her relief, her frying pan, and--
This strange thing...
It was stunning, whatever it was. Heavy but delicate, made of gold and adorned with jewels all over the front-- or what she assumed was meant to be the front. She hadn't had much luck figuring out its purpose back in the tower, but now that she didn't need to hide it from her mother or Flynn anymore she felt confident enough to try exploring its function again.
From where Pascal sat beside Zen on the side of the cart he looked on with bemusement as Rapunzel revisited her previous theories, and then seemed to turn quizzical as she mulled over a few new possibilities, all the while unaware that she had drawn Zen's attention as well.
Zen's question startled her in the middle of tucking the fabrics of her skirt into the piece. Freezing on the spot, her eyes slid over to him, then Pascal, and as if nothing had just happened she sat up straight and brushed down her skirt again, bringing the mysterious item to rest on her lap between her hands.]
Oh! Uh... Nothing, just--
[Her eyes fall to the tiara in her hands, and a frown furrows her features. Realizing that she's not going to figure it out on her own, what's the harm in confiding in Zen? Maybe he'll know what it is.]
I was just... trying to figure out what this is supposed to be. Flynn had it when he broke into the tower, and I feel like... I don't know. I feel like I'm supposed to have it, but I don't even know what it is, so-
[Her eyes dart awkwardly back up to Zen, unsure. Did she sound weird just now? Did she sound like a thief? Like some kind of scavenger obsessed with shiny things?]
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His gaze shifts back to her when she starts to try and brush her actions off as nothing, her tone and expression hesitant in a way that surprises him. Up until now, she's been nothing but endless energy, enthusiasm, and cheer. She hadn't seemed all that hesitant about much of anything, so the change in her demeanor has him paying extra attention as she frowns and seems to come to some kind of resolve.
He waits, ready to hear what she has to say, and...it's both full of information and lacking any kind of context. He doesn't even really know where to begin unpacking her words.
Firstly, she doesn't know what a tiara is, which is both strange and eye-opening. It speaks to how sheltered she must have been up until now, her worldview so narrow she doesn't understand the basics of kings and queens. It makes sense, he supposes, fits into the picture of her he's had up until now. He'd known she was a little naive, a little too trusting, but...it's like she's been told nothing of the world at all, at least not in the ways that would help her.
Then there's this Flynn person. He apparently broke into the tower (a feature of her home? At least that's his best guess) and yet she seems completely unaffected by that. She's not claiming him to be a thief, her words aren't laced with fear or distrust. She simply calls this fellow by name despite the fact that he had been caught breaking and entering.
The tiara didn't seem to be hers, though. Given the aforementioned B&E, it's very likely this Flynn person stole it.
He has more questions than he started with, and much as he wants to know about Flynn and the tower, he wants to answer her unspoken question first. So he smiles reassuringly and leans back against his seat, arms crossed. ]
It's something called a tiara. They're usually worn by princesses and queens. May I?
[ He holds his hand out to take the tiara, and if she gives it to him, he'll reach over to place it on her head. If not, he'll mime how it's meant to be worn.]
Like this.
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A tiara, meant for a princess.
...
Huh.
She was SURE she felt something familiar when she'd put it on, but she'd neither had the time to explore it nor question it back then, and Zen's answer has her chalking it up to her imagination rather quickly.]
I guess I just felt drawn to it because it was so different from anything I've seen before, then. I'm definitely neither of those.
[She laughs a bit, back to her usual airiness, though it maybe sounds a touch... off. She can't shake the feeling that that isn't the answer, but she hasn't got any better explanation, and there's no point in dwelling.
Still, just for fun, and with a more customary air of playfulness she leans in and lets him put it on for her, her eyes locked onto his the whole while. When she sits back she tries to put on just a touch of her mother's confidence and dramatics (because the way Gothel carries on Rapunzel has entertained the fantasy that the two of them were actually secretly royalty, fleeing persecution at the hands of terrible villains and usurpers at LEAST once in her childhood).]
How do I look? Do you think I could pass for royalty?
[Pascal sticks out his tongue. He is still unconvinced that this is the right way to wear that thing.]
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At the same time, though, he can't help himself. It's too good of an opportunity to pass up. ]
Hmm...about as well as I could pass for a prince.
[ He gives her a cheeky grin as he leans forward, elbow coming to rest on his knee as he points to his face. ]
Which I could do quite well, don't you think?
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Well then, I guess I must be pretty convincing, since you look like you could've walked right out of one of my fairy tales.
[Grinning, then, she can't help but add a playful tease, reaching out to gently poke the end of his nose.]
Though usually the princes in my books look a bit older. All those years fighting dragons and rescuing maidens from their own towers, I guess.
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Well, I'm definitely lacking in the "fighting dragons" department.
[ Though he has technically rescued a maiden before, insofar as someone like Shirayuki can be rescued. ]
Speaking of towers, though...what was that about someone breaking into one?
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[She chuckles, withdrawing her hand in mock-defeat and slipping the tiara back down from her head. At his question the air around her seems to grow a bit unsure again. Not flat out uncomfortable, but how much is alright to say? They're in another world, and so far as she knows his home is no where near hers, so... there can't be any harm in talking about it, right? Besides, her mother wasn't among the other arrivals here, so she's probably not around.]
Oh, that?
[Putting the tiara into a bag she'd managed to bargain for back at the inn, trading some chores for it, she considers before she answers, playing it down out of habit, the same habit that has her insisting that towing Gothel up and down isn't a chore.]
He was looking for a place to hide, and our tower was kind of the only place around? But it's fine! I took care of it.
[She sounds proud of that part for a moment, then lets out a satisfied breath.]
So! Now he's acting as my guide. Or-- was, I guess. I'm not sure what he'll be doing now that I'm here, but I doubt he'll go far without this.
[She says, patting the bag with a clear indication of her meaning. So that's a yes. He stole it.
Though this does all also mean she's probably going to miss the floating lights, a realization that sobers her playful mood again pretty quickly.]
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And that hesitation again. He wants to know why, what causes her to clam up when talking about home, but he doesn't want to press and actually cause her discomfort. ]
You must live in a pretty nice estate out in the countryside, then.
[ Though he's not sure about this mysterious thief. He sounds like bad news. Trusting him to such an extent doesn't exactly seem like the greatest idea, but there could have been extenuating circumstances. And she seems...confident she had that particular matter under control.
Not that it matters much here, he supposes. ]
Trusting someone who broke into a part of your home was a risky choice, but...it doesn't sound like he hurt you. [ He doesn't sound super convinced, but what can he do.
He notices her shift in mood and frowns. ]
He must have been leading you somewhere pretty important if you went to that much trouble.
This tag hurt my S O U L to write.
Neither does she want to paint her home in a bad light, though.]
We do...!
[It's near enough to the truth. It's their estate, and it IS out in the countryside. She doesn't need to elaborate, right? She feels guilty for not elaborating. Let's move on to the next part.
I don't think he's actually a bad guy. I mean...
He did lead her to the ruffians with the intention of scaring her off of her quest, but-- he wouldn't have actually let her get hurt right?]
... Yeah, he agreed to bring me to see the floating lights.
[As Rapunzel speaks she's looking for her confidence again, trying to sound less distracted, but now the question won't leave her mind.
He wouldn't have, right?]
They appear every year on my birthday- ONLY on my birthday... but I don't think I'll make it back in time for that, since it's tonight.
[With a sigh, she brings her hands up to push her hair back away from her face, hands coming to rest on her shoulders.]
RIP my heart
He's not going to harp on the matter, though. Zen only hopes she'll be careful in the future. He knows firsthand that not everyone can be trusted, and doesn't want her getting hurt as a result of her good nature. ]
Floating lights...? Like lanterns?
[ That's the only thing he can think they might be, anyway. If it were anything else, them appearing once a year wouldn't make much sense. They must be part of some festival or yearly event that her birthday happens to fall on. ]
Them only appearing on your birthday is quite a coincidence, though. It's like they were made for y--wait. [ His eyes go wide as her words actually sink in, the gears in his brain grinding to a halt.] It's your birthday!?
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[She... MAY have forgotten to mention it the night before.]
I kind of forgot! There was just so much happening yesterday--
2/???
3/
4/5
Soooo... yeah.
5/5
that used to glow when she sang.Pascal turns away from Rapunzel to look over and up at Zen, as if to ask: "How ya doin', buddy?".]
... I'll bet you're probably wishing you'd picked a different carriage now, huh?
[Despite the words it's said with what's clearly MEANT to be a light hearted tone. But despite the obvious INTENTION of keeping it light hearted there's also some genuine worry that she might put him off with all the weirdness. Somehow the idea of that hurts a lot more than she would think it should.]
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It's not a bad thing. It's just somewhat unexpected. ]
2/4
You're right. That is a lot
[ He wipes at his eye and clears his throat. He can hear the worry in her tone and doesn't want her to jump to any conclusions. He schools his expression, though the mirth and warmth remain in his eyes. ]
But you don't need to worry. I wouldn't dream of sharing this carriage with anyone else. I've...
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I mean, first I left the tower for the first time- like, EVER...
If she had been confined her whole life to a tower, everything would make sense. Her general naivety, why she relied on a strange criminal to help her, why she froze up any time she started talking about her home.
The question is why. The question is who. ]
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1/2
She wonders how he intends to finish that sentence. That "I've..." could lead to so many things. Has he grown fond of her companionship? Come to appreciate her senses of adventure and humor? Come to see her as a friend? Or...]
2/2 (CW from here on out for topics of manipulation and emotional/verbal abuse)
Deep down in her heart she really does believe... no, she has to believe that her mother has her best interests at heart.]
It's not like that, Zen. We stay in the tower for my protection. I was born with healing powers, and if people found out what I could do... That's why mother and I stay in the tower.
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Even if it did, there are other ways to go about protecting someone. Guards, or if someone is from a commoner background, taking care with what you say and who you trust. It's not like you can tell just by looking at someone that they have power. Locking someone in a tower, away from the world, isn't the answer. Even those who need the most protection deserve some measure of freedom. He should know, as the prince of a kingdom. As someone to be "protected."
Damn it. How is it that he's had more freedom than she ever has? It's not right. To think of how stifled she must have felt...! ]
That's not protecting you. It's locking you away from--from everything.
[ He sighs, running his fingers through his hair. ]
The world can be dangerous if you're not careful, that's true for anyone. But this...how is that kind of life fair to you?
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Even Rapunzel can tell that his anger isn't directed at her, that Zen is simply frustrated on her behalf, maybe bewildered. Honestly she'd considered how she'd even try to explain it to Flynn if he ever asked. Having failed to come up with an answer her alternate solution was to forbid him from asking about it or related topics. They hadn't known one another long by that point and they'd yet to really start talking again after entering the tunnels. She wasn't sure where things stood between them after all that. Did he still want to be rid of her? Who knew at that stage.
She'd known Zen for a good while longer by now by comparison, and he hadn't tried to chase her off or trick her into giving him his freedom from a bargain. He was a genuinely good person, she could tell. So at least with Zen she'd apparently felt comfortable enough to try, even if it was just subconsciously, but she's not sure how to make him understand!
Or.
Maybe there's a part of her that thinks he's right.
Her mother has always been so overprotective and stifling. Sometimes she wonders if the way that Gothel treats her is the way all mothers treat their daughters? Alternating affection and criticism, deflection and attention, gifts and punishments...]
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More to the point, she can't really find it in herself to jump blindly to her mother's defense when she's been having these same thoughts for a while now. She hadn't even allowed her something as simple as feeling grass against her bare skin.
And as strangely heartwarming as it is to meet someone who actually cares enough to get so upset on her behalf (and as much as she wishes he didn't have to be), it still leaves the question: What should she say?
"She's all I have. I can't face the world all on my own."
"If I leave, she'll never forgive me."
"If I leave, she'll be all alone."
"I don't know what to do without her."]
I don't think she'd forgive me if I left. I don't want to lose her... especially not that way.
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He smiles sadly when she finally replies. Forgiveness, huh? He's pretty sure Rapunzel isn't the one who would need to ask for that. ]
I can understand that. [ Especially in her case, where outside her mother, it sounds like she's been all alone. ] Have you tried talking to her? Maybe you can find a compromise.
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[Reaching over, she puts a hand over his wrist. The gesture is meant to be reassuring and calming.]
Hey... Thank you, Zen. It means a lot to me that you'd worry about me, especially considering we only just met. But it'll be fine. I promise.
[And she means that. All of it. It's so kind of him to be this worried about a stranger! Come what may, she'll make the most of it. She's learned to do that over the course of her lifetime. And it could always be worse.]
Besides, I'm here now, aren't I? Why dwell on what's going on back home when we can make the most of our time here? There's a whole city waiting for us to explore once we get to Camelot!
[Perpetual optimism, ACTIVATE.]
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But he plans to come back to the topic another time, just to check in. He doesn't like that she already knows there isn't a compromise, and he knows burying your feelings never leads anywhere good.
But for now-- ]
I'll hold you to that. [ His smile is a little resigned as he relents.
He's quiet for a moment, considering. ] And hey, there may not be any conveniently-timed floating lanterns, but it's still your birthday. We should celebrate.
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When he takes her hand Rapunzel's features relax, and she smiles a little more hopefully, squeezing back. There's a sensation of tingles racing from their joined hands up her arm, like a little jolt of excitement, especially at the mention of celebration.]
Really? I'd love that!
[Pascal seems similarly excited, squeaking cheerfully in response and nodding. It had only ever been Rapunzel and Pascal to celebrate, especially since Gothel tended to spend days away from the tower.
The number of birthdays that she'd been in actual attendance for could probably be counted on one hand, but I digress...]no subject
[ Her excitement smoothing over some of his lingering worries. Things are okay for now, and that's what matters. Besides, this is her first birthday out in the world. He doesn't want to drag it down any more than he just did. Quite the opposite, he wants to make sure this is a day to remember.
The expression on his face warms, becoming more genuine as he gives a firm nod. He's even sure to give Pascale a little pat on the head with one of his fingers.
Their carriage begins to slow, drawing Zen's attention. Ah, what perfect timing. They could skip all the anticipation and get right to the birthday celebrations.
Once stopped, he hands Pascal back to her, puts his cloak back in his travel bag, and then steps out of the carriage, holding his hand out to help her down. ]
What would you like to do first?
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Zen's company really had been invaluable. He seemed like such a caring and warm person, and they'd hit it off as friends almost instantly. The fact that he'd gone out of his way to look out for Pascal (he'd even made him a little bed for the ride, with his own cloak) and even the little chameleon taking such a quick liking to him spoke volumes, too. Rapunzel couldn't really imagine what the journey would've been like if they'd been left on their own, Pascal and her. Strange. But seeing the look on his face shifting into a sincere sort of affection deepens that feeling of rightness in her mind, and she smiled warmly in return watching him turn his attention to Pascal.
The excitement is back full force now. While he's getting ready for them to disembark from the carriage, Rapunzel is moving closer to lean over the side for a better look at the city. Her eyes go wide with wonder and her mouth falls open in awe, though she doesn't miss a beat in reaching a hand over for Pascal to climb onto and scale along to find his customary perch.]
Wow...! It's so big and bright!
[The sun was just beginning to set on the horizon by now, and the lights of the city were starting to come on. Rapunzel stands up and moves to the end of the cart, shouldering her bag and reaching down without a second thought to give Zen her hand. With a grateful glance she takes the help stepping down, and bites her lip with excitement.]
I don't even know where to start! Do you think they have a book store? Or an art supply shop?? Or-- maybe we should eat first? We were traveling for a while. What do you think?
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His eyes land on a food stall selling some pretty tasty-looking food. Easy to eat on the go, which meant they could look around while still filling their stomachs. He points over to it. ]
Why don't we eat there? We'll be able to look for a book store or art supplies while we walk.
[ And it'll be a nice way to take in the city as a whole. He can only imagine how amazing everything must seem, and he can clearly tell she wants to look at everything Camelot has to offer. What better way to do so than while eating good food and enjoying the sunset? ]
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HA HA!She's too preoccupied following the direction that he's pointing, too comfortable with it to realize or mind. She has no idea what's being served at that stall Zen points, but it smells delicious.]That sounds great. Is there anything you wanted to look for while we're out here?
[The excitement is still there, but it's just a bit milder, if just for the moment. Everything is new and exciting, and even from here the architecture of the city is fascinating. She can see several trees poking out from the rooftops of buildings, and streams running strategically through parts of the street. It's all very beautiful, a strange fusion of clean, sleek design and nature, as though the city had been built AROUND it rather than forcing it aside.
A tell-tale humming overhead tells her that her little friend from before has found them again and is sticking close by. From the musical tones they're giving off she gets the sense they're encouraging her to explore, as well.]
magical flu
And that unexpected thing is a fireball suddenly heading right for their house's little flower garden. The same garden that Mamoru spent days meticulously getting in order for winter..!
So of course she immediately jumps to action. Literally, even. Minako jumps over the garden fence, using her hand to push herself over it, and then quickly summons something that almost looks like a shield made out of light in the air in front of her. The fireball pushes against it, making her look like she's having trouble actually blocking it for a moment, but then she finally manages to put the fireball onto the ground, where it disappears against the stones.
Then the light shield slowly disappears, leaving Minako looking a little exhausted from all this sudden action. But the girl isn't done yet - no, she's quickly looking around, as if trying to find the culprit behind this garden attack.
Unfortunately for Zen, the street is a little quiet today, which means the girl's gaze instantly locks onto him. ]
.. did you just do that?!
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It's almost comical, the series of expressions he goes through. It's a slow shift from trying to hold the sneeze in to a mounting dread as he registers what's about to come. He doesn't know it's going to be fire specifically. If he did, he would have aimed better, but he can feel something like energy building up behind his regular sinuses. And then--the heat of flame sparking to life, close enough to singe the tips of his bangs.
He watches in horror as the fireball roars towards what looks to be a very nice house and its very nice garden. A collision course is imminent. It's unavoidable. It's--oh no. How is he going to pay for the inevitable, massive property damage? How is he supposed to explain that he accidentally burned down their house!?
Luckily (and to his immense relief), Minako leaps to the rescue, her shield of light materializing in the nick of time. Still new to the reality of magic, Zen finds it rather impressive. Right up until she's locking eyes with him, any way.
He holds his hands up in a placating gesture. ]
Sorry! It was an accident, I swear. [ He starts to move towards her but stops, worried he might cause some other magical disaster if he were to get too close. ] Are you okay?
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But what he's saying here, along with his frantic expression, makes it much easier for her to believe it was an accident.
.. though she's not entirely sure how you'd send a fireball flying like that by accident, but-- ]
I'm fine. No thanks to you, though! [ There's a huff. It's mostly just the adrenaline of the moment still pumping through her, though, since Minako does seem to get a bit less aggressive a moment later as she asks: ] Do you really think this is the right spot to practice your magic?
[ Since she's assuming that's what went wrong..? She can't think of any other situation where you'd misfire a spell this badly. ]
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He shakes his head. ]
No, I wasn't trying to practice my magic. There's something--I think I'm ill.
[ It's the only explanation he's got anyway. If he were going to try and practice anything magical, it would be well away from anything that might be negatively impacted. ]
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[ That makes any sign of frustration or anger eb away entirely. Sure, he could just be lying, trying to make up an excuse, but Minako likes to think people at least don't just try to do that in this sort of place.
And.. well, if he is making an excuse, she can always get him back for that later. She'd rather choose to believe him for now.
So she steps a bit closer towards him, her eyebrows drawn together in concern. ]
Why? Do you feel weird? What does it have to do with that fire..?