[This thread is set pretty much the next day after the Olympics. Yup, it's angst time folks.]
[CW for lots and lots of anger and general nastiness]
Ready?
Aim...
FIRE!
SPLAT! The electric juice dripped down the sides of the floor-bound gemstone. It glistened still, taunting the bull, making it angrier and angrier. That is why she'd come here.
It was time for Madhukar to get MAD.
((OOC: This will probably be Madhukar being VERY violent and vitriol for an entire thread. Posting order may matter little depending on how fast I'd like this to move. Join in if you think you can keep up!))
Was she really asking a lot from her magic here?!
Was she asking it to be something it wasn't? Was she controlling it with too hard a grip? Was her brand of it just impossible to control at all, whatsoever?
Ready, aim, FIRE!
A blast originating from over the river Madhukar was staring at as she wildly paced around. It was average-- AVERAGE! Only ONLY AVERAGE! It would never be anything more! ANYTHING! AND THAT WASN'T WHAT SHE WANTED IT TO BE!
WAS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR HER TO BE IN CONTROL, JUST FOR ONCE?!
FIRST it was SNIFFLES. She recalled the great gooey beast, so BIG when she'd been so SMALL. Couldn't talk, couldn't teach her how. CONFUSED her, mangled her emotions into ugly little balls, like the very ones she could SPIT--!
READY, AIM, FIRE!
It crawled up her front right left, to her shoulder, to her spine-- she didn't even have to watch, she could feel it. Picture it perfectly in her mind's eye.
WHERE HAD THIS BEEN BEFORE?!
WHERE WAS IT EVER WHEN SHE NEEDED IT MOST?!?
WHAT ABOUT when that SNIVELING BRAT had ACCOSTED her and then PUSHED HER INTO THIS VERY RIVER?! WHERE WAS IT THEN? THE CONTROL, THE POWER!
WHERE HAD IT BEEN?
WHAT WAS HER POWER?! WHAT MORE HAD IT BEEN?! WHAT COULD SHE SOMEHOW, FOR WHATEVER REASON, NOT SHOW???
This little kitten, the age of a mere 2 months, screamed at the ceiling, putting in all her heart. All her effort. All. ALL. Of her rage.
SHOW ME WHAT I'M MADE OF, MAGIC! MAKE THIS KITTEN MEAN SOMETHING!
THAT'S RIGHT! YOU CAN'T!!
Nothing happened. She'd looked at the sky then, hoping for a lump. Nothing. Nothing had shown up. She couldn't even form the bile. She couldn't even charge it, and blow her own mouth up, she couldn't even project all the pain and the rage and the effort that went into her screams.
She was an angry kitten, and she had every right to be!
She closed her eyes. No aiming. No focusing. Just chaos. Chaos, chaos, chaos-- let it befall her. Let it thrum down against her pelt, down to her bone, a volley of arrows, a barrage of hail, a siege of lightning strikes--
Let it happen and let it tear her apart. Please. Let it show her exactly how helpless she truly was!
Behind all that anger, there was fear. Behind all that blind rage, there was thought. There was joy. There was more to her. But it wasn't fit-- it was never fit to be shown.
Sniffles, who had yelled at her. Cared about her, fed her, head butted her, winded her, and ate her little heart out whenever she thought about the blustering confusion she felt inside. She didn't want to like Sniffles. She didn't WANT to like Sniffles. SHE DIDN'T WANT--
The brat. The brat she could NEVER SEEM TO GET A HOLD OF, the brat she could NEVER SEEM TO GET THE BETTER OF. The reason she even remembered this STUPID river. WHO LET THAT VILE CREATURE LIVE SO LONG?! WHAT KIND OF SICK AND TWISTED FATES DRAGGED THEM TOGETHER? WHY DID IT HAVE TO HAUNT MADHUKAR SO MUCH IT HURT???
Sentient lifeforms can advance so fast. They can do so much with so little. But in the end, what really needs advancing is the soul, not just the brain. Because otherwise, the biggest threat a sentient lifeform is posed is the eventuality of blowing itself up--
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The shriek boomed, much like the thunderclaps that its creator could've made. It could shock the core and send one racing for a form of help. That is, if you weren't also getting quite literally shocked by it.
Madhukar jolted around on the floor, feeling numb and yet so in pain all over. Her magic. Failure after failure after failure. And look what it had done to her now? Electrocuted her once again, except she didn't even know how. What spell had she tried to use? No bile had come up?! And yet there she was, laying on the floor, twitching and shocked and melting down on the inside.
She'd been aiming. She'd been aiming. She'd been aiming.
Focused. Trained. Like a homing missile launching just to end up back on its launchpad, in smithereens...
Chad was not a smart cat!
he was quite the opposite, actually.
but, however, he did know the sounds of horrible agonizing pain well enough to search em out.
the chaos and loud noise he had heard from a mile away were uhh... concerning to say the least, the sudden scream of pain just kinda worsening that.
he waddled swiftly into the area, running over to madhukar, mewling in concern.
"hey! hey hey! you are hurt, what can do!? bad shocky, bad shocky!" he mewled.
@Madhukar
A voice... a voice... she
swore that was a voice but it was so hard to hear, or really tell what was going on...
"Ow.." was all she could manage, all she could make out from her own self-wrought wreckage. Why was
she the only one who ever got to feel this way?! When could she do this to someone else...
Hot tears tried to run down her face. She didn't have the energy to swat at them. She didn't have the energy to do anything, anything at all.
"O-ow..." And then she went silent. Let darkness eat at her vision, let her mind slip and fall a hundred foot drop, it could all do whatever it wanted as she finally succumb to fate, cruel and sadistic, as it had been hoping she eventually,
inevitably would.
@Chad ((probably time to call a medic hEH))
he panicked when she seemed to pass out, beeping, unsure of what to do.
he looked around, looking to the cat in front of him. okay, okay, he knew what to do, maybe? maybe
he padded closer, and in a panick, just began to try and amdinister what could be compared to CPR to gembound, pretty sure this was something? maybe? whatever
he panicked, squeaking, feeling something crack, panicking and backing away, screaming. 'HELP! HELP! CAT HURT! HURT! HELP!" he mewed, crying. "c-chrys-chrysalize!" he mewed, trying to shake her awake
Madhukar was already out like a light
before the cub that ran to her aid broke her bones.
The
breaking of her bones did not
help the situation, but you know what, as a narrator, I'd say it was a lovely try!
Madhukar's entire body would disagree with me though. It was registering the whole world as a threat to this crazy little kitten's life. It was even registering
her own self as a threat. Bodies understood what minds often could not; when there was danger, you survived, no matter the cost. Even if
you were the source of danger. You could hate every centimeter of your body and what it did for you, but it would still try to keep you alive.
Madhukar's chrysalization began. Chrysoberyl, the stone that hindered her left paw immobile,
useless, was saving her now. Crawling all over her body, swathing her like a newborn baby. The image wouldn't have been completely nonsensical. Madhukar was still so young...
- exit via
dying but getting better chrysalization -
@Chad ((she'll be out in 2 weeks! :D))
he mewed, worried, curling up beside the chrysalis. "be okay be okay.."
exit chad