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Flowers for You, Magic for the Sky | Chapter 14
Chapter 13 << | index | >> Chapter 15
Figaro: << Possideo >>
Figaro chants his spell, whipping up a tornado over the expanse of sea.
The maelstrom whirls in dizzying circles, lengthening into a giant pillar that links the sea and the sky together.
Standing amidst the stripping wind, Figaro smiles, the portrait of a languid sea god.
He narrows his eyes — a disquieting yet beautiful mixture of harvest time hazel and overcast tempest grey — and lifts his orb.
And the giant tornado charges straight towards the Leviathan with towering force.
With the skies and seas churning around him, Figaro raises his palm like a doctor preparing for surgery and lightly crooks a finger in invitation.
Figaro: Come, Mithra. We’re attacking from both flanks.
Figaro casts a glance beyond the Leviathan between them, to Mithra standing on the opposite side of the seas.
Mithra: Don’t order me around.
Mithra grumbles unamusedly at Figaro’s words.
But in response, he plunges into the sea, one hand cradling his magical skull.
The Leviathan, too, dives beneath the sea, trying to escape the giant maelstrom.
(Splash)
Mithra sinks to the bottom of the dark sea, countless glittering bubbles clinging to him like flurried snow.
He relaxes his grip, and for a split moment, his skull floats weightlessly in the water.
Before transforming into a gigantic head of death, its gaping jaws thrown wide open in the roar of a feral beast.
Mithra utters a single soundless word.
Mithra: << Arthim >>
In the next instant, frozen rays of blue flame shoot out from the skull’s open mouth.
With staggering speed, the flames freeze the seawater white in their wake and extend into a drill of ice.
Heading directly for the Leviathan’s belly.
Caught up in the giant maelstrom, the Leviathan should have been pierced straight through by the pillar of ice.
Instead, it suddenly disappears.
I stand aghast at the sight of such a giant creature disappearing in a blink.
Figaro: Oh my. It teleported to another body of water.
With the Leviathan gone, the giant tornado and the pillar of ice collide violently, spraying seawater with a thunderous roar.
Figaro: .....Mithra......! Stop it, you’re going to run me through!
Mithra: ......Guh......! That’s my line! I almost got sucked into the tornado!
Rutile: Are the both of you all right!? Where did Levi go......?
Snow in the portrait: It teleported to a different body of water. Until we trap it within a magic circle, it will continue to freely move through space.
White in the portrait: It might have returned to Granvelle Castle. Mithra, hurry and make a door—......
Figaro: No, it will return here. Just as that girl said, it’s more advantageous for Levi to be close to the sea.
We’ll put an end to it here, so it won’t get in our way a second time.
White in the portrait: I see. But are you okay with everything you just did? Figaro.
Figaro: What do you mean? ............ Ah......!
Rutile: Dr. Figaro......... You’re as strong as Mister Mithra. You’re incredible......!
Figaro: Um......
Mithra: No way. I’m definitely way stronger.
Figaro: Yeah, that’s right. He’s totally way way stronger.
Mithra: I thought this was your hobby? So Rutile and Mitile are playing along with your game.
Even at a time like this.
Figaro: ............
Rutile: Hobby......? What do you mean, a game....?
Figaro: ......Well......
(Roar)
Mithra: ............!
Snow in the portrait: The Leviathan came back!
White in the portrait: So did that girl!
Violet: << Volo Habere >>
Snow & White in the portrait: << Noscommia >>
Figaro: ......We have to draw a magic circle and trap the Leviathan in it. Otherwise it’ll keep transporting itself back and forth.
Ah, I left the tools I needed for the ceremony back at Granvelle Castle. And I didn’t even finish collecting everything we needed......
Rutile: Dr. Figaro!
Figaro: Rutile, stand back!
Rutile: Sorry! This might be a bad time to say this, but I just wanted to tell you!
We’ll play any game you want, Dr. Figaro!
Figaro: ............
Rutile: We’ll play any game with you, at any time! If it’s what you want to do, Dr. Figaro!
Because you’re our savior, Dr. Figaro — and we love you!
Figaro: ......Rutile......
Snow in the portrait: A hobby? Don’t be silly, you fool.
Is the game playing god? Or is it playing the plebian?
White in the portrait: Come now, Snow.
Snow in the portrait: It’s something far more earnest, isn’t it?
Figaro: ............
Snow in the portrait: Rutile. Figaro borrowed Oz’s blood as a medium just for tonight.
I taught you how a wizard’s blood, hair, fingernails or bones can act as mediums, right?
Rutile: Ah, so that’s it! Dr. Figaro! That’s why you could conjure that tornado!
Figaro: ............
That’s right! So you can just leave it all to Dr. Figaro tonight!
Rutile: Wow~! You’re so cool~!
Mithra: I’m definitely way cooler though.
White in the portrait: Ohoho. That was devastatingly sweet, Snow.
Snow in the portrait: Ohoho. Sometimes I have to show my teacherly side.
Well then. How will the girls who actually do draw on Oz’s blood as a medium show their hand......
Violet: I shall turn you into a stone and sink you into the depths of the sea.
<< Volo Habere >>
Mithra: Listen...... I won’t let you escape a second time.
I’ll turn you into a skewer and eat you.
✦✧☾✧✦
Akira: ......hh, Guh......
Obsius: Cease your useless resistance. Those briars will not release you.
Akira: .............
(I have to escape somehow...... I have to let everyone know that the mastermind is here......)
(......Huh......?)
(......What’s with that spot...... A purple shard in that dark corner......)
(A glowing bug......? A petal......? No, it’s a stone...... It’s spinning around like a comet.)
(The glow of that purple sapphire feels familiar......)
✦✧☾✧✦
Meanwhile, in the skies above Granvelle Castle......
The wizards chase after the young girl astride the Basilisk.
Shylock: << Invibelle >>
Cyan: ......This fog...... I can’t see the way ahead......
(Low growling)
Cyan: Don’t be scared, it’s going to be fine......
Bradley: You sure about that?
Cyan: ............!
Bradley: << Adnopotensum >>!
Cyan: He struck the wing..... Oh no, you have to fly properly......
Murr: Where are you going? Are we playing tag?
Cyan: ............
Murr: Ahaha! Wait up!
Cyan: Hah...... hah.......!
Nero: You look pale, Cyan.
Cyan: ......! Nero......
Nero: Give in already. You can tell these guys are a bunch of skilled veterans.
You can’t win.
Cyan: ...... << Volo Habere >>
Nero: You’re not going to listen. huh......
<< Adnodus Omnis >>
Cyan: Ahh......!
Nero: It won’t just be your dress the next time: I’ll pierce your body with these knives.
Bradley: Nero! Stop beating around the bush!
Nero: Brad......
Bradley: Get onto the Basilisk’s back! I’ll divert its attention!
Nero: ......Got it!
Bradley: Shylock, I’m counting on you to cover us!
Shylock: Gladly. In return, please do not make Nero harm the girl.
Bradley: That’s an odd bargain.
Shylock: Nero is a kind person. If he hurts that girl, it’ll eat away at him for a hundred, even two hundred years.
His midnight sighs may be tastefully secretive, but I don’t particularly wish for them to increase in number.
Bradley: You’re perceptive too. I can see why Bennett Bar is so popular in the Town of Nectar.
Shylock: Please drop by for a leisurely evening next time.
Bradley: You bet I will. I’ll kill her myself if it comes down to it. Besides, that girl isn’t flesh and blood.
Shylock: Hmm?
Murr: Nero landed on the Basilisk’s back!
Nero: ......Whoa...... Stay still!
.....All right, buddy. I’ll make you behave like a good boy.
Cyan: Return the Basilisk to me......! << Volo Habere >>
Nero: ............!
Murr: Nero, duck!
<< Eanul Rambul >>!
Cyan: ......My attack got deflected......!
Nero: ......I owe you one!
Murr: You’re welcome!
(Woosh)
Nero: Murr! Don’t fly behind its back! You’ll be sprayed with acid if you provoke the snake end of the Basilisk!
Murr: I did it on purpose!
Nero: Hah!? But why!? Is this some other sophisticated Western pastime!?
Murr: Sophisticated Western pastime?
Nero: Yeah, the whole "it’s the best and the worst" thing......
Murr: That’s Shylock’s thing!
Shylock: Oh dear. Don’t expose me like that.
Bradley: Ahaha! You’ve got good taste! So you mean a man like me?
Nero: Bold assumption. So what’s your answer? Why did you go looking to get sprayed in acid......
Murr: Ta~da~! Have a look below!
Nero: ............! The snake’s acid is melting the briars surrounding the castle!
Nice, Murr! Good find!
Murr: Ya~y! Good find!
Nero: Brad! Lead the Basilisk to the skies above the castle!
Bradley: Got it! Follow me, you giant bird!
Chapter 13 << | index | >> Chapter 15
Figaro: << Possideo >>
Figaro chants his spell, whipping up a tornado over the expanse of sea.
The maelstrom whirls in dizzying circles, lengthening into a giant pillar that links the sea and the sky together.
Standing amidst the stripping wind, Figaro smiles, the portrait of a languid sea god.
He narrows his eyes — a disquieting yet beautiful mixture of harvest time hazel and overcast tempest grey — and lifts his orb.
And the giant tornado charges straight towards the Leviathan with towering force.
With the skies and seas churning around him, Figaro raises his palm like a doctor preparing for surgery and lightly crooks a finger in invitation.
Figaro: Come, Mithra. We’re attacking from both flanks.
Figaro casts a glance beyond the Leviathan between them, to Mithra standing on the opposite side of the seas.
Mithra: Don’t order me around.
Mithra grumbles unamusedly at Figaro’s words.
But in response, he plunges into the sea, one hand cradling his magical skull.
The Leviathan, too, dives beneath the sea, trying to escape the giant maelstrom.
(Splash)
Mithra sinks to the bottom of the dark sea, countless glittering bubbles clinging to him like flurried snow.
He relaxes his grip, and for a split moment, his skull floats weightlessly in the water.
Before transforming into a gigantic head of death, its gaping jaws thrown wide open in the roar of a feral beast.
Mithra utters a single soundless word.
Mithra: << Arthim >>
In the next instant, frozen rays of blue flame shoot out from the skull’s open mouth.
With staggering speed, the flames freeze the seawater white in their wake and extend into a drill of ice.
Heading directly for the Leviathan’s belly.
Caught up in the giant maelstrom, the Leviathan should have been pierced straight through by the pillar of ice.
Instead, it suddenly disappears.
I stand aghast at the sight of such a giant creature disappearing in a blink.
Figaro: Oh my. It teleported to another body of water.
With the Leviathan gone, the giant tornado and the pillar of ice collide violently, spraying seawater with a thunderous roar.
Figaro: .....Mithra......! Stop it, you’re going to run me through!
Mithra: ......Guh......! That’s my line! I almost got sucked into the tornado!
Rutile: Are the both of you all right!? Where did Levi go......?
Snow in the portrait: It teleported to a different body of water. Until we trap it within a magic circle, it will continue to freely move through space.
White in the portrait: It might have returned to Granvelle Castle. Mithra, hurry and make a door—......
Figaro: No, it will return here. Just as that girl said, it’s more advantageous for Levi to be close to the sea.
We’ll put an end to it here, so it won’t get in our way a second time.
White in the portrait: I see. But are you okay with everything you just did? Figaro.
Figaro: What do you mean? ............ Ah......!
Rutile: Dr. Figaro......... You’re as strong as Mister Mithra. You’re incredible......!
Figaro: Um......
Mithra: No way. I’m definitely way stronger.
Figaro: Yeah, that’s right. He’s totally way way stronger.
Mithra: I thought this was your hobby? So Rutile and Mitile are playing along with your game.
Even at a time like this.
Figaro: ............
Rutile: Hobby......? What do you mean, a game....?
Figaro: ......Well......
(Roar)
Mithra: ............!
Snow in the portrait: The Leviathan came back!
White in the portrait: So did that girl!
Violet: << Volo Habere >>
Snow & White in the portrait: << Noscommia >>
Figaro: ......We have to draw a magic circle and trap the Leviathan in it. Otherwise it’ll keep transporting itself back and forth.
Ah, I left the tools I needed for the ceremony back at Granvelle Castle. And I didn’t even finish collecting everything we needed......
Rutile: Dr. Figaro!
Figaro: Rutile, stand back!
Rutile: Sorry! This might be a bad time to say this, but I just wanted to tell you!
We’ll play any game you want, Dr. Figaro!
Figaro: ............
Rutile: We’ll play any game with you, at any time! If it’s what you want to do, Dr. Figaro!
Because you’re our savior, Dr. Figaro — and we love you!
Figaro: ......Rutile......
Snow in the portrait: A hobby? Don’t be silly, you fool.
Is the game playing god? Or is it playing the plebian?
White in the portrait: Come now, Snow.
Snow in the portrait: It’s something far more earnest, isn’t it?
Figaro: ............
Snow in the portrait: Rutile. Figaro borrowed Oz’s blood as a medium just for tonight.
I taught you how a wizard’s blood, hair, fingernails or bones can act as mediums, right?
Rutile: Ah, so that’s it! Dr. Figaro! That’s why you could conjure that tornado!
Figaro: ............
That’s right! So you can just leave it all to Dr. Figaro tonight!
Rutile: Wow~! You’re so cool~!
Mithra: I’m definitely way cooler though.
White in the portrait: Ohoho. That was devastatingly sweet, Snow.
Snow in the portrait: Ohoho. Sometimes I have to show my teacherly side.
Well then. How will the girls who actually do draw on Oz’s blood as a medium show their hand......
Violet: I shall turn you into a stone and sink you into the depths of the sea.
<< Volo Habere >>
Mithra: Listen...... I won’t let you escape a second time.
I’ll turn you into a skewer and eat you.
✦✧☾✧✦
Akira: ......hh, Guh......
Obsius: Cease your useless resistance. Those briars will not release you.
Akira: .............
(I have to escape somehow...... I have to let everyone know that the mastermind is here......)
(......Huh......?)
(......What’s with that spot...... A purple shard in that dark corner......)
(A glowing bug......? A petal......? No, it’s a stone...... It’s spinning around like a comet.)
(The glow of that purple sapphire feels familiar......)
✦✧☾✧✦
Meanwhile, in the skies above Granvelle Castle......
The wizards chase after the young girl astride the Basilisk.
Shylock: << Invibelle >>
Cyan: ......This fog...... I can’t see the way ahead......
(Low growling)
Cyan: Don’t be scared, it’s going to be fine......
Bradley: You sure about that?
Cyan: ............!
Bradley: << Adnopotensum >>!
Cyan: He struck the wing..... Oh no, you have to fly properly......
Murr: Where are you going? Are we playing tag?
Cyan: ............
Murr: Ahaha! Wait up!
Cyan: Hah...... hah.......!
Nero: You look pale, Cyan.
Cyan: ......! Nero......
Nero: Give in already. You can tell these guys are a bunch of skilled veterans.
You can’t win.
Cyan: ...... << Volo Habere >>
Nero: You’re not going to listen. huh......
<< Adnodus Omnis >>
Cyan: Ahh......!
Nero: It won’t just be your dress the next time: I’ll pierce your body with these knives.
Bradley: Nero! Stop beating around the bush!
Nero: Brad......
Bradley: Get onto the Basilisk’s back! I’ll divert its attention!
Nero: ......Got it!
Bradley: Shylock, I’m counting on you to cover us!
Shylock: Gladly. In return, please do not make Nero harm the girl.
Bradley: That’s an odd bargain.
Shylock: Nero is a kind person. If he hurts that girl, it’ll eat away at him for a hundred, even two hundred years.
His midnight sighs may be tastefully secretive, but I don’t particularly wish for them to increase in number.
Bradley: You’re perceptive too. I can see why Bennett Bar is so popular in the Town of Nectar.
Shylock: Please drop by for a leisurely evening next time.
Bradley: You bet I will. I’ll kill her myself if it comes down to it. Besides, that girl isn’t flesh and blood.
Shylock: Hmm?
Murr: Nero landed on the Basilisk’s back!
Nero: ......Whoa...... Stay still!
.....All right, buddy. I’ll make you behave like a good boy.
Cyan: Return the Basilisk to me......! << Volo Habere >>
Nero: ............!
Murr: Nero, duck!
<< Eanul Rambul >>!
Cyan: ......My attack got deflected......!
Nero: ......I owe you one!
Murr: You’re welcome!
(Woosh)
Nero: Murr! Don’t fly behind its back! You’ll be sprayed with acid if you provoke the snake end of the Basilisk!
Murr: I did it on purpose!
Nero: Hah!? But why!? Is this some other sophisticated Western pastime!?
Murr: Sophisticated Western pastime?
Nero: Yeah, the whole "it’s the best and the worst" thing......
Murr: That’s Shylock’s thing!
Shylock: Oh dear. Don’t expose me like that.
Bradley: Ahaha! You’ve got good taste! So you mean a man like me?
Nero: Bold assumption. So what’s your answer? Why did you go looking to get sprayed in acid......
Murr: Ta~da~! Have a look below!
Nero: ............! The snake’s acid is melting the briars surrounding the castle!
Nice, Murr! Good find!
Murr: Ya~y! Good find!
Nero: Brad! Lead the Basilisk to the skies above the castle!
Bradley: Got it! Follow me, you giant bird!
Chapter 13 << | index | >> Chapter 15