Gilgamesh [ 金 ] 014

[rupturedbabylon]

Who: Gil, Luc, Lyn
Where: Shopping district. A chance meeting, really.
Style: Third.
Status: Closed? Unless you want to run into Lyn - then talk to Yuli! o/

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[kaze_no_tenkan]

Luc, not for anywhere near the first time, was cursing this place. The stupid lighthouse, with it's stupid thin walls, and getting stupid cold. Besides, the stupid weather had been going on for stupid long, and his food stores were running out.

So here was Luc, in a rather foul mood, traipsing through the snow and trying to find warm bedding and clothing, and food. Not that he was suffering through the stormy weather. No, a shield of wind protected him from the worst of it, as he found his way through the deserted streets.

[rupturedbabylon]

He may have missed it, were the distance greater. The feel of some sort of thaumaturgy at work, however, catches his attention.

Glancing up with a dangerous glint in his eyes towards the general direction of that source - not wholly unfamiliar either, now that he focuses, 30 feet East on the adjacent block -

What would be considered a magus. One with a most particular Magic Crest, and definitely holds a notable amount of prana.

Gilgamesh was usually always one for presentation - the hunts are boring if you don't toy with the mice first. This situation is different, however; he's no need for the lowlife to waste a drop of energy running, or cowing in fear and despair. The quicker this is done, the better it would be.

The unsuspecting boy may feel a sudden chill up his spine that has nothing to do with the weather, before that passed just as quickly as it came. The overall atmosphere, however, has definitely shifted.

Something is going to happen. If nothing else, this was the one truth that anyone in the vicinity would be able to

[kaze_no_tenkan]

Luc paused in his stride. Something was definitely wrong. He couldn't tell what, and it was nothing that was carrying on the wind for him to identify that way. He glanced about him, not seeing anyone, but definitely knowing that someone, or something, was out there.

Leknaat had not taught him to run away. Of course, she also hadn't really taught him about being afraid, or having to know when to run away. Nonetheless, he quickened his pace once he started moving again, wanting to get away from this definitely unsettling feeling.

[rupturedbabylon]

He gets a full good look at the boy upon the roof of a nearby store, some 25 feet away. The back of his frame was clear despite the raging snowstorm --

Ah, that's right. The brat who babbled about ending his own existence. One possessing a power to the winds that first reminded him of her sword.

How convenient. It would appear that his luck still held fair, despite these trifles that he's been forced to wade through ever since his return.

Leering down with a malevolent sneer, he casually leaped off the building as he snapped his finger. One bolt of lightning-quick chain snaps out from a sudden distortion, aimed with frightful speed and accuracy to the back of Luc's neck. It would reach before the boy even has the time to fully turn around.

The goal was simple - physically knock the kid out in one strike. After all, the less they struggle, the lesser they waste.

Ohai, "rescue" thread

[kaze_no_tenkan]

Luc was face down, in the snow, barely breathing. His skin was looking gray and ashen, and it wasn't just an effect of the cold. There was a faint mark on his neck, like something had been wrapped around it.

His eyes, crusted with snow, were half-open, but even if someone should free him from his faceplant, it would be quite clear that there was no one home. His eyes were glassy and quite blank, and it would seem to anyone with the power or ability to notice, that his essence, if you will, was gone.

His clothes are covered in frost, and stiff, but not to the point of being brittle. However, much longer, and it'll get there. The boy's in severe danger of getting frostbitten, and it seems that only the properties of Somarium is keeping him alive.