Knowledge is power and power corrupts [CLOSED]
Characters: Sho and Medusa
Content: Minamimoto makes his way back to the ship after meeting with some mages about his 'addication' and runs into Medusa along the way...
Setting: Melior
Time: Day of the storm, but before it hits.
Warnings: It's Sho and Medusa? What warnings DON'T you need?!
Things were going exactly as he planned.
Sho Minamimoto strolled down the streets of Melior, leaving the College behind, and feeling very good about life. His 'errand' had gone well, and now the tiny pouch stitched to the inside of his coat was half full of tiny black crystals. Very well indeed.
Well... he hadn't gotten as many as he WANTED, and had made sure the little mages had known that... but at least he had made his point? He would of made said point a little harder... but the mage was working off orders from his 'benifactor', and he REALLY didn't want word to get back.
He hated being manipulated like this, but he knew he would win out in the end.
But.. as he walked his mind kept going back to the stones in his coat. He could TASTE the energy coming off of them. He licked his lips... He really needed to wait until he got back to the ship. But it was so...
Finally he relented, ducking into an alley and slipping his tattooed hand into his jacket. The tiny crystal gleamed in his hand, seeming to suck up all the light around it, and his 'tattoo' shifted and writhed in responce. Oh... it was so good...
Content: Minamimoto makes his way back to the ship after meeting with some mages about his 'addication' and runs into Medusa along the way...
Setting: Melior
Time: Day of the storm, but before it hits.
Warnings: It's Sho and Medusa? What warnings DON'T you need?!
Things were going exactly as he planned.
Sho Minamimoto strolled down the streets of Melior, leaving the College behind, and feeling very good about life. His 'errand' had gone well, and now the tiny pouch stitched to the inside of his coat was half full of tiny black crystals. Very well indeed.
Well... he hadn't gotten as many as he WANTED, and had made sure the little mages had known that... but at least he had made his point? He would of made said point a little harder... but the mage was working off orders from his 'benifactor', and he REALLY didn't want word to get back.
He hated being manipulated like this, but he knew he would win out in the end.
But.. as he walked his mind kept going back to the stones in his coat. He could TASTE the energy coming off of them. He licked his lips... He really needed to wait until he got back to the ship. But it was so...
Finally he relented, ducking into an alley and slipping his tattooed hand into his jacket. The tiny crystal gleamed in his hand, seeming to suck up all the light around it, and his 'tattoo' shifted and writhed in responce. Oh... it was so good...