Who: Luc (
true_wind_rune), Shuuhei (
shoohay), Gale (
comprehends) (and open to all who wish to jump in!)
What: Luc is having a bad case of gas. Gale assists, because his name compels him. Shuuhei gets sucked in, because the ultimate cause of all this is Aizen's throbbing reiatsu.
Where: Between the fountain and the library. AKA BATSHIT LAND.
When: Towards the end of Aizen's fight
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Luc slammed a hand down on those marks, seeing the way the gusts, invisible to others, flowed away. Control. He still had control, although it was rather like hanging onto the edge of a precipice in the middle of a howling hurricane.
Damn Rune. Damn Rune. He’d been so close to destroying it. So very close. And all of those had slipped through his fingers, torn from his grasp by ignorant fools who did not understand…
And now it raged within him again, but something was holding it back. He closed his eyes, fighting to think above what sounded like continuous screaming in his mind. Balance, ground, center; the basics… Mistress Leknaat’s words rang in his ears again, reminding him that even those with a natural aptitude for magic had to learn the fundamentals. Control was essential. Control was the key.
Order and chaos. Chaos and order.
It all balanced on a single point, and that fulcrum was the answer. He had no hope in brute force; the Rune was too powerful for that. But he had wielded the Rune for decades. He knew its power, he had contained it for years before it had … somehow … grown powerful enough to take over. He had mastered it once. He could master it again.
He wove the spells of control, seeking to bind it. And for a moment, it seemed that he would even succeed; the winds dropped a notch, their howling quieting. He felt, for a moment, like he had glimpsed light at the end of the tunnel at last, and stretched his hand out towards it-
--when something shifted, reality seemingly toppling head over heels. He grasped at the strands, but they slipped through his fingers, and he could almost swear that he heard laughter. Maybe it was his own, hysterical and insane. Maybe it was all his imagination. Maybe all this was his imagination, nothing more.
The spells disintegrated as he lost control, and the Rune roared to life. And quite abruptly, the winds dropped.
And Luc opened his eyes.
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