genessia | public video / semi-private action

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public video / semi-private action

[public video]
[Despite that scary top icon, Uai is smiling for this public video segment. He's settled in his Fayren apartment with some empty notebooks, the plain white sheets being visible in the camera frame.]

Hello, everyone. I'm not interrupting your weekend, am I? My name is Uai. I'm used to traveling between worlds, but this is my first time being captured in one. I was hoping to hear more about the worlds all of you come from. I somehow doubt we're all even from the same multiverse, so it would be interesting to hear what is "normal" for you all. For myself, Attleton and Genessia are the closet I've come to 'home.' What about you?

[semi-private action / forests of Fayren]

(( OOC before I delve into this: This action prompt involves Uai being villainous. HOWEVER: Please do not treat this is a wide-area thing. If you want to get involved in attacking Uai's monsters, please PM me or hmu on plurk. I'm very friendly and open, but I don't want to be balancing 100 fight threads. Thanks so much~! ;v; ))

[Uai had scouted out the least populated area that he could. There's plenty of space between himself and the nearest town. While Uai can be shameless about his problematic magic, and is perfectly aware this will 99% fail, he doesn't want to be arrested or labeled a villain. Not when it isn't to his benefit.

He's set up a rock barrier around himself before he even starts casting magic. His last attempt to escape Genessia got him hurt. This time, he's changed his spell outline. Uai knows he won't escape, but he won't be satisfied until he's tried his hardest. As he expected, the spell backfires and he suffers a recoil. Uai stumbles back with a gash in his stomach. The physical damage isn't the worst of it.]

... Hm~! That's frustrating..!

[The barrier he had put around himself shatters. His 'blood' from the wounds forms into four other 'Uais.' Unfortunately, they don't keep human form. Instead, they take the forms of skeleton dragons: Decaying, gross af, and covered in shadowy gunk. ]

[The four take off to wreck minor havoc in the forest, while the original Uai sinks to his knees. Despite his efforts, his feelings of concern and panic regarding the unleashing of Glitches are quickly consumed by his anger and hatred for Genessia. With his soul tattered and split, Uai can't control his Glitched personality either.

He exhales calmly and smirks, watching his four Glitches take off.]

It's fine. Playing nice is getting me no where anyway.

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[Azura isn't the best at dodging things she doesn't expect, so she does wind up tossed back, landing unceremoniously in a pile not far from where Uai's now human form has appeared. Luckily, she's uninjured.

She's not in time to catch him—not that she would have been able to hold him up, but she does half scramble/crawl over to gently lift his head and place it in her lap.]

Don't move... just rest a moment until you gather your wits.

[Uai didn’t immediately realize that someone was there: He laid still, dazed and confused by the “dream” he just had. There are few people who can connect with his true form and none of them are in Genessia, so he initially blames the experience on lonely delusions.

But then someone proves to be there. A young woman, who has the same soothing aura as what he blamed on delusion.

He stares up at her, more confused than ever. It takes a good thirty seconds for him to collect himself, just enough to close his eyes and grumble,]

If I had any wits to begin with, I wouldn’t be bleeding in the woods like an idiot. [Sighing, he opens one tired eye to look up at her again. He really doesn’t recognize her, which confuses him more. Why is a stranger so worried?]

Did I hurt you?

[Berating himself gets a light laugh out of Azura, but she shakes her head, reaching a hand up to brush some of the hair out of his face.]

No. I'm uninjured. [She pauses a little, glancing him over for wounds. She doesn't have much with her right now, but should something prove to be an immediate concern, she can figure out something makeshift.] How are you feeling? You seem much more aware now...

Yeah, I am.

[Though, still trying to reconnect with the other pieces he lost. The fact that he can’t sense them anymore is an unfortunate indication of what has happened to them. Uai puts a hand over his more obvious wound, just to be sure it’s actual blood and not his soul leaking out.

The bar for “good news” is low.]

I’ll recover. It looks worse than it is. I just need a minute. [He doesn’t want to burden a stranger for long. Now that he’s used to her voice, he finds it embarrassing to look at her.]

[She definitely doesn't want to pry, but she can tell that there's concern around the edges of the words he's using to dismiss her concerns.]

If you're bleeding, we should probably bandage it. Can I take a look? [but as for burdening her, she wouldn't hear it. She does, however, notice that he's having a hard time looking at her.]

If you're worried, I'm not here to judge you. I've a friend who I've had to calm before. It's all right.

[As much as he wants to fight the question about "taking a look," Uai is in no shape for fighting anyone. So he moves his hand away to reveal the gash across his abdomen, ashamed and embarrassed to be bleeding.

And then she calls him out.]

That's... n-not a concern. [He's struggling to make eye contact again, but this just got even more embarrassing for him. Which is clearly what he needs to get worked up over: Embarrassment, and wounds to his pride. Not all of the bleeding.]

It's fine. Blood is irrelevant to me. It's just a symbolic mess. It'll stop.

[Can you possibly tsun any harder, Uai? The gash however, is concerning. Without thinking twice about it she pulls up some of her miles of skirt and rips the fabric with a quick and deft motion, turning the cloth into makeshift bandages.]

It will not stop if you do not do something to cause the blood to coagulate. Please, let me help? [she indicates the bandages she's busy making.]

[When he catches on to what she is doing, Uai tries to sit up. Which only serves to prove her point, as he winces loudly and has to lay down again. Dammit.]

No. You are not wasting a perfectly good dress! I’m...

[Clearly not fine. He won’t win an argument if it goes on too long. If he is going to fight her, he has to make it quick:]

... I am completely fine with bleeding out. Feels karmic. [Nailed it.]

[Usually, Azura is good at keeping her expression fairly evenly measured, but even she can't help but fix Uai with a look that only expresses her absolutely deep disapproval.]

...That's unacceptable. A dress can be replaced, your life can't.[she reaches out to press a hand against his wound, which probably doesn't feel great.] I don't have any intention of letting you die while I am here.

[And though she's currently applying pressure with one hand she does her best with the other to attempt to apply the bandages.]

[Nope, that doesn’t feel good at all! He yelps from the pain and struggles very slightly from instinct. ]

It’s a nice dress—- owow-!!

[Eventually he does give up.]

I don’t have any intention of owing you a dress!!!

[She may look slight, but there's something to be said for weilding a naginata on the battlefield. She's managing to get the bandages on, slowly and perhaps not quite as neatly as she would normally like.]

...I've not asked you for a dress, have I? [she doesn't intend on it, that's what redbills are for, after all.]

[He is starting to get the vibe that this girl can fight and that he had better not push her too much. As much as he talks shit, Uai does not actually want to die today.

So eventually he’s laying still and trying to relax, before she breaks him into relaxing. ]

... Kindness isn’t free. I don’t like owing strangers favors.

It is, in this case, so please. Relax. [On some level, she understands why he's saying the things he is. Azura has a hard time trusting others herself, but in this case, he needed help and he reminded her so much of Corrin in the moment.]

There. [she's finished applying the bandages, and in another move she reaches up to brush her fingers through his hair again, intending to be comforting.]

In a moment, you can try standing.

[If he closes his eyes, it's easy to feel comforted. The moment that he relaxes is a scary one, since Uai also doesn't feel like he deserves to relax. His dragon form was seen by this person, but she isn't treating him like the monster she knows he is.

It isn't an idea he wants others to accept, when he himself can't accept it.]

Did you miss the part where I was just a violent monster, trying to destroy everything? [...] If you did, then forget I said anything.

You are not a monster. If you were, my song would not have reached you, and yet here we are.

[since he's not objecting, she's just going to continue dragging her fingers through his hair, careful not to snag. She doesn't seem phased by the attitude, instead she starts to hum the same melody from before, the volume barely a whisper.]

Don't lie to me.

[He says that, but he doesn't think that she's lying. Overall, there have been few people in his lifetime who don't take some form of pity on him. Uai has met enough people who don't think he's a monster.

That just hasn't changed his own opinion lately. When she starts humming again, his sour attitude and expression seem to fade. He catches himself staring up at her, not completely aware of it. Uai still doesn't understand how a melody can calm him right to his core. If she wasn't humming, he might be frightened of this mysterious power she has over him.]

[she doesn't reply at first, instead focusing on weaving the melody which hopefully will help revitalize him enough that he can walk back into town, with some help of course.

After a few minutes, she glances down, fixing her golden colored eyes to meet his own.]

How are you feeling? Strong enough to stand? [she's going to disregard the argumentative statement from earlier, instead offering him a serene, if subtle, smile.]

[And Uai is dragged away from the argument easily: He can't even feel his will to argue anymore. This calm thing is weird and he is not used to it.

When questioned, he snaps out of his daze and gives her a small nod. More timid now, as he recognizes he's at her mercy in the strangest way.]

Uh, y-yeah. Sorry. [He's been abusing her kindness by laying down. Cautiously, Uai finally begins sitting up. He's surprised to not to feel horrendously dizzy or hurt.] ... What was that? That song? I could feel it...?

... Sorry. Is that weird to say?

[Not weird, though Azura has to choose her words carefully.]

It's a song my mother taught me when I was young. But it's... [she reaches up to touch the pendant at her neck] it's a little more than the song alone. I'm glad you feel better.

[As he sits up, she follows suit to stand, helping him up as she can along the way. Her dress is lopsided now, the torn portions now keeping Uai's blood on the inside of his body where it belongs.]

I've used it to quell a dragon in so much pain it lashed out because of it before.

[Seeing her dress is a gross reminder of how much he's in her debt. It also reminds him that he had bleed pieces of his soul before, and he needs to find them. He can feel that three have been destroyed, but one is still wandering around.

He's rather not lose anymore of himself.]

If it was just sound, it wouldn't have reached me. That 'thing' can't sense anything.

[Uai averts his gaze, ashamed that she's seen him that way.] It doesn't feel pain either. Sorry you wasted your pity on it.

[There's a frown on her face as she steps around to offer him her shoulder to lean on. One hand lifts to touch the side of his face—out of character for her, but done none the less.]

I have no pity, just concern for you. [She wonders how much it must hurt to reject part of himself like that, scary as it is.] Come on. We should get you better care than I can give.

[Her answer startles him.

He shakes his head, trying to dismiss it. He would rather not feel concern directed at himself. There's a chance he might accept it.]

This is more than fine. Like I said... It's not a real wound. My soul was leaking, but I think the song fixed that. [No biggy.] I probably hurt others way more.

Your soul?! [that's... alarming to say the least, and the growing concern is evident by her startled expression.]

Are you certain you dont- [Her breath hitches slightly, and she more or less crumples like wet paper, several strange patches appearing on her skin as she grimaces in pain. Ah. She hadn't expected this so soon after... How embarrassing.]

Yeah. So the blood is irrelevant—- [Uai would have happily continued to be a smartass, but pause when she falls. Also, moves to catch her. Which may or may not end well, given they are both fairly weak.

But he doesn’t want to let her fall either.]

Are you okay? That’s not... natural.

I'll be fine. [She answers, but her voice is hardly above a whisper. The shimmering patches flicker over her skin, some slowly dissipating.] It happens after I use the magic of the amulet sometimes.

You don't need to be concerned, I promise. I thought I had more time before it would happen. [Luckily, she doesn't cause the both of them to tumble to the ground again. She sets a hand lightly on his arm and does her best to rise to her feet again.]

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IM SORRY FOR BOOMERANGING YOU IM SUPER INTO THIS THREAD

SO AM I

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listen here uai u little shit

he’s listening and resisting

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THE BLOOD IS **ENTIRELY** RELEVANT

THE BLOOD IS ENTIRELY RELEVANT