WHO: Yuuri, Wolfram, anyone who stumbles across them WHAT: Yuuri is feeling strange and needs to calm down WHERE: The park, followed by the clinic WHEN: Evening of Day 33
Yuuri smiled, but it was a nervous one. "It's a really long story, but uh, sometimes, when I get some really strong emotion, I kinda turn into this other person... he's the Maou. He has all this crazy power and usually goes on about justice and stuff... from what people tell me.
"I don't remember what happens when I turn into him. Like I said, it's hard to explain. But," Yuuri paused. "I think he was mad about the blood. He hates when anyone gets hurt for no reason."
"Manifest?" Lessa asked dumbly as she watched Wolfram. She fingered the tail of her black braid thoughtfully, "Has this "Maou" been Impressed by Yuuri?" The thought of the wonderful Impression of Ramoth made Lessa sad, but she fought it off. At least Yuuri was well. "I didn't get the impression that the Maou was a dragon."
Lessa shifted her weight, the thought of dragons immediately made her long for F'lar and Ramoth. "At least I hope not. He seems like a very violent dragon."
"Don't take this the wrong way or anything, but - " Peter bit his lip. He wasn't a psychiatrist, a psychologist, or any of that psych-stuff. Only a nurse with basic medical training who looks after dying people. Yet, when someone openly admits they have another personality called the 'Maou - "Have you ever considered that you might have MPD? Um, multiple personality disorder."
Didn't help if the blond boy also believed there was another person living inside Yuuri, and the woman didn't looked phased at all.
Yuuri put a hand behind his head, almost apologetically. "See? I knew it sounded crazy. But I guess it's part of being the King or whatever. I just wish I knew what was going on more of the time."
He next put his hands in his lap and laced his fingers together. "I think it's gone now, I'm all right. I just have to stay away from those stupid journals until the blood goes away." He looked up at Peter. "It did go away, right?"
"What's a king?" Lessa switched the weight on her feet. She wasn't used to being so utterly ignored.
"And I don't think this Maou is another personality." She twirled the end of her braid, "Is he a dragon, Yuuri?" Her gray eyes watched the dark-haired boy.
"No, no, no. You're not crazy," Peter quickly interjected. He did not mean to give off the impression that he thought Yuuri was when he wasn't, or...well...you weren't exactly supposed to admit to a crazy person that you thought they were crazy. Kind of did not make them feel any better about their situation, but if he was not going to even admit that it might be something more psychological than...
Peter nodded in agreement. "You sound OK again. Can you sit up?"
Journals. He never saw anyone react that way to blood before, but again...could have been a trigger to something deeper in this boy's past.
As the blond boy busied himself over Yuuri, Peter turned to the woman, and smiled. Different worlds. He had to remember that.
"A dragon?" Yuuri asked, looking over at Lessa. "Well, I mean, I kind of unofficially have one - sort of - but the Maou isn't anything like that. It's... just power, I guess."
He shook his head. "I'm just afraid it'll happen again, you know? Do you think there's anything I can do? Besides avoiding the journals... how do I know when it's safe?"
Wolfram smirked at the mention of Liesel, but then moved to help Yuuri up at offer him support if he needed it. He couldn't wait to be away from here and for all of this to be over.
"You're not looking through the journals again anyway," said Wolfram authoritatively. But he looked to the healer, eager for any information on how to prevent this happening again. Wolfram didn't like to feel so useless, especially when it came to Yuuri's protection.
Lessa looked between the three. "Well, you can call me if you need help again," She offered. She looked at Peter, "And I'd like to learn more about Healing, if you don't mind - I can barely do anything here anyways."
She smiled faintly and walked to the door. The farther she got from the three, the darker a cloud of sadness seemed to envelop the twenty-something. It wasn't her black hair, and it wasn't magical.
...talking about dragons like it was normal which it probably was in whatever world they came from. This was unreal. Dragons being normal in someone else's world when they were just fiction in his. Then again, so were super powers, and he had plenty of those up his sleeve.
Maybe Peter shouldn't be judging what is normal, and what is not.
"I don't have any medicine with me," Peter sighed, wishing he could come up with a more solid solution. "Just keep away from the journal in a few weeks. Your friends can keep you updated, and tell you when it's safe. OK?"
One of said friends was on her way out the door. Left with a proposition to learn 'healing'. He did need more help, though more so with kinder people than Dr. Wosshisface insulting him any chance he got.
The dragon's name was actually Pochi, but Yuuri didn't need anything else to fight with Wolfram over. He slid down from the table they'd put him on, testing his legs out to see that they wouldn't suddenly give out from under him.
"Sorry for the trouble," he said once again. "And for the weird conversation. I left the journal in a drawer in my room, so I'll just have someone else throw it away for me, I guess."
Turning to Wolfram, he let the blond know he was ready to go.
Lessa paused at the door. She was happy to have helped, as happy as someone missing their weyrmate and half their soul. Their life, stripped away by a child-queen because she didn't fully visualize as she went to help F'lar.
He would be unhappy if she ever got back. She wouldn't care. At this point, she wanted him to know how much he meant to her. She was lonely, and seeing these two, it didn't help. Maybe the nurse and his Healing could help fill that void, at least a little bit.
"If you need me, I'll be..." She paused, "Around." She rubbed her eyes. "I'm not busy, pretty much any time, especially since this place doesn't seem to have Passes or Falls."
"I don't remember what happens when I turn into him. Like I said, it's hard to explain. But," Yuuri paused. "I think he was mad about the blood. He hates when anyone gets hurt for no reason."
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He clenched a fist. If with all of the his maryoku, the Maou was unable to manifest, what hope did Wolfram have in regaining his powers?
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Lessa shifted her weight, the thought of dragons immediately made her long for F'lar and Ramoth. "At least I hope not. He seems like a very violent dragon."
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Didn't help if the blond boy also believed there was another person living inside Yuuri, and the woman didn't looked phased at all.
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He next put his hands in his lap and laced his fingers together. "I think it's gone now, I'm all right. I just have to stay away from those stupid journals until the blood goes away." He looked up at Peter. "It did go away, right?"
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"I'll burn these troublesome journals," growled Wolfram, more to himself than anybody else. If only he could do so right here.
[ooc: obviously I fail at noticing it was my tag. ;_; sorry guys]
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"And I don't think this Maou is another personality." She twirled the end of her braid, "Is he a dragon, Yuuri?" Her gray eyes watched the dark-haired boy.
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Peter nodded in agreement. "You sound OK again. Can you sit up?"
Journals. He never saw anyone react that way to blood before, but again...could have been a trigger to something deeper in this boy's past.
As the blond boy busied himself over Yuuri, Peter turned to the woman, and smiled. Different worlds. He had to remember that.
"A king is like...a leader of a group of people."
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He shook his head. "I'm just afraid it'll happen again, you know? Do you think there's anything I can do? Besides avoiding the journals... how do I know when it's safe?"
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"You're not looking through the journals again anyway," said Wolfram authoritatively. But he looked to the healer, eager for any information on how to prevent this happening again. Wolfram didn't like to feel so useless, especially when it came to Yuuri's protection.
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She smiled faintly and walked to the door. The farther she got from the three, the darker a cloud of sadness seemed to envelop the twenty-something. It wasn't her black hair, and it wasn't magical.
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Maybe Peter shouldn't be judging what is normal, and what is not.
"I don't have any medicine with me," Peter sighed, wishing he could come up with a more solid solution. "Just keep away from the journal in a few weeks. Your friends can keep you updated, and tell you when it's safe. OK?"
One of said friends was on her way out the door. Left with a proposition to learn 'healing'. He did need more help, though more so with kinder people than Dr. Wosshisface insulting him any chance he got.
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"Sorry for the trouble," he said once again. "And for the weird conversation. I left the journal in a drawer in my room, so I'll just have someone else throw it away for me, I guess."
Turning to Wolfram, he let the blond know he was ready to go.
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He nodded and began to walk to the door, keeping very aware of how his fiance was doing in case he needed help again.
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He would be unhappy if she ever got back. She wouldn't care. At this point, she wanted him to know how much he meant to her. She was lonely, and seeing these two, it didn't help. Maybe the nurse and his Healing could help fill that void, at least a little bit.
"If you need me, I'll be..." She paused, "Around." She rubbed her eyes. "I'm not busy, pretty much any time, especially since this place doesn't seem to have Passes or Falls."
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