T’charrl felt like he was just on the road to disappointment as he tried some more, but the results were terrible and didn’t look like they would hold up. It would be easy to say that his spirit just wasn’t in it, but really his whole mind was not in it at all. He was wanting to use his powers to help the area, but he was finding it too painful to keep going as he was. It was depressing and especially hurtful when Haku had to take a closer look to see if he had actually managed anything. It was no use, he wasn’t going to be able to find his centre again or manage anything like he had done before; instead, he was just going to continue being a sponge to energy with negative results. “It’s fine…I mean, I’m the one who is still a beginner at all this stuff…” Pulling his legs up close he wrapped his arms around them, his eyes staring at the ground before he looked to Haku at the suggestion, his eyes quickly going to the spirit as he frowned. “Umm…I-I guess…but I don’t want to hurt it either”, he spoke, giving his neck fluff a quick scratching at, “I don’t know how my energy affects spirits”.
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Kiton was just fuming. Who was this guy to judge him on his desire to find a home? He had been trying for so many years that he had lost count and yet here was this guy telling him he didn’t try hard enough. Nobody wanted a Frost Demon to be a part of them unless they were pirates set on destroying whatever they came across to make a profit. Racing straight for the man in a surge of energy he managed to make contact, trying hard to push the man into the ground before he was tossed to the side. With his energy still fired up he caught himself against the ground, the energy cracking the ground as it came in contact with it. Glaring at the man he raised his fists again, keeping them to his sides. “Who are you to question regard?? You just blew up a building full of them!” With a quick stomp he forced his energy into the ground, splitting the land around him. Maintaining a glow around his body he slowly raised his hands as he started using telekinesis to lift large formations of land into the air. “Who are you to question me!” Throwing his hands forward the large formations were thrown at the captain with great speed despite their size. “Why should you be concerned about people??”
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“You’re one to talk about stress…” Viral grumbled, hardly amused by the joke. He was annoyed at almost everything right now and Aito’s banter wasn’t helping, especially the unexpected rufflings everyone insisted on giving him. It was stressful, sure, but it didn’t feel as if anything was going to help him right now even with all the talking. Growling in annoyance when Aito still tried to joke around with embarrassing phrases he slowly rubbed his face, ending in a sigh. “I would like to know what you think I could do that would make you prouder than me running around like an idiot. I don’t need to work on anything to do that”. He didn’t have any goals and he knew it would be pathetic to say that, especially when everyone else was working towards something. He was just living at this point and that wasn’t exactly a goal when it was a matter of not failing and dying. He didn’t want to work on his forms when those caused the most trouble and who knew whether he would just try and kill someone instead whenever he was at full power.
Looking in Aito’s direction he frowned at the mention of his vision, his eyes going to the ground instead. He was already pretty pale already so to be even more than that meant he really must’ve looked sickly. He was terrible at trying to hide ailments, but then again Yumi probably told him about that. “Oh great, back outside. Fine…” he spoke, not feeling too confident about standing up now that he had sat down, “I didn’t much care about my appearance when I can feel what I’m wearing and how little I have on. I’m not that out of it, you know. Maybe I should get some clothes, I suppose…” he sighed, not particularly bothered by it but maybe it would make him feel warmer overall, “How long was I out there, anyway? I can’t remember anything, just a lot of pain and falling…or both at the same time…”
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Kiton was just fuming. Who was this guy to judge him on his desire to find a home? He had been trying for so many years that he had lost count and yet here was this guy telling him he didn’t try hard enough. Nobody wanted a Frost Demon to be a part of them unless they were pirates set on destroying whatever they came across to make a profit. Racing straight for the man in a surge of energy he managed to make contact, trying hard to push the man into the ground before he was tossed to the side. With his energy still fired up he caught himself against the ground, the energy cracking the ground as it came in contact with it. Glaring at the man he raised his fists again, keeping them to his sides. “Who are you to question regard?? You just blew up a building full of them!” With a quick stomp he forced his energy into the ground, splitting the land around him. Maintaining a glow around his body he slowly raised his hands as he started using telekinesis to lift large formations of land into the air. “Who are you to question me!” Throwing his hands forward the large formations were thrown at the captain with great speed despite their size. “Why should you be concerned about people??”
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“You’re one to talk about stress…” Viral grumbled, hardly amused by the joke. He was annoyed at almost everything right now and Aito’s banter wasn’t helping, especially the unexpected rufflings everyone insisted on giving him. It was stressful, sure, but it didn’t feel as if anything was going to help him right now even with all the talking. Growling in annoyance when Aito still tried to joke around with embarrassing phrases he slowly rubbed his face, ending in a sigh. “I would like to know what you think I could do that would make you prouder than me running around like an idiot. I don’t need to work on anything to do that”. He didn’t have any goals and he knew it would be pathetic to say that, especially when everyone else was working towards something. He was just living at this point and that wasn’t exactly a goal when it was a matter of not failing and dying. He didn’t want to work on his forms when those caused the most trouble and who knew whether he would just try and kill someone instead whenever he was at full power.
Looking in Aito’s direction he frowned at the mention of his vision, his eyes going to the ground instead. He was already pretty pale already so to be even more than that meant he really must’ve looked sickly. He was terrible at trying to hide ailments, but then again Yumi probably told him about that. “Oh great, back outside. Fine…” he spoke, not feeling too confident about standing up now that he had sat down, “I didn’t much care about my appearance when I can feel what I’m wearing and how little I have on. I’m not that out of it, you know. Maybe I should get some clothes, I suppose…” he sighed, not particularly bothered by it but maybe it would make him feel warmer overall, “How long was I out there, anyway? I can’t remember anything, just a lot of pain and falling…or both at the same time…”