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[After speaking with Yuan, Mithos has found his way back to where he hid the pilfered Cruxis Crystal and keycrest deep in the woods. It has taken a little longer than originally planned to reach this glorious moment, but what is a week compared to the chance to regain semi-immortality, to evolve from this pathetically powerless state into a being of ultimate power once more? He can be in control again. He can be in control, and the people of this world will crumble to him. His own world. He can finally have his own world. And when Martel arrives (and she will return one day - how could she not if her beloved brother-who-never-left-her-side-and-always-protected-her-even-when-the-rest-of-the-world-turned-its-ungrateful-back is here?), it can be their world. A world just for them. Like he dreamed of. Like Martel wanted.

He kneels down in the snow at the base of a tree, subtly marked for his own differentiation, and searches around its thick roots for the hole which should contain a small leather pouch--]

...It’s not here. It’s not here.

[He could have sworn he had placed it right here. Seemingly frozen in place, he stares at the spot in shock. It isn’t long before he’s climbing to his feet and the embers of fury are building in his eyes. Someone is going to pay for this. Someone destroyed his plans, his dreams, his everything, and they are going to suffer for that mistake. Starting with the tree. The ground beneath it receives a swift Stalagmite.

So if anyone happens to be in the woods (or in the general vicinity of House 52 as he returns to the village) this morning, you may very well encounter this bundle of sunshine stalking along. Very, very ready to lash out.]

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[Don't mind her, she's just on her way to her usual place of business with her grocery bag in hand—too bad she entirely forgot about what a rude ass you are, Mithos. But when she sees that look... she really can't help herself, goddamn.]

...Is something wrong?

[Action] oh dear

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[Is something wrong? Is something wrong? Everything is wrong. He stops to shoot a malevolent glare in her direction. He remembers this woman. The human who wanted to help him, as if he needed or wanted help from anyone. How disgustingly demeaning. Needless to say, he is not in the mood to deal with you, Sayo. Will he ever be?]

What's wrong is that dogs like you insist on sticking their noses in matters that do not concern them.

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[abuh buh huhhhh?]

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[And she puts on her best disapproving frown.]

Well! I don't know who you think you are, but your mother should teach you some manners—I was just trying to see if you needed any help!

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[What purpose do manners serve in a diseased world filled with diseased people? It's like rearranging deck chairs on a rapidly sinking ship.]

I already told you, I don't need your help. The only way anyone here can help me is by ceasing to exist.

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[Well, I'll show you! Sayo doesn't even know what deck chairs or ships are!]

You—you shouldn't speak like that! Even if you're having troubles, you shouldn't be taking it out on everyone else, just because you're upset; it just makes you look cowardly!

[She might be a little less vocal about this if she knew you were uber-old. But ah well.]

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[Sayo has inadvertently stumbled across what makes Mithos tick. Cowardly. Cowardice is a form of weakness. Nobody is allowed to see the weakness in his heart. It's supposed to be hidden, protected. He despises weakness, he loathes being weak. That's why he need to be powerful, to cover it up, hide it, make it go away.]

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Shut. Up. Don’t lecture me like I’m some pitiful child. [The short distance between them? Yeah, getting shorter. He reaches out and strikes her sharply across the face. Sayo may find that he is surprisingly strong for someone who looks so young and frail.] You disgust me. Who do you think you are, to say such things to me?

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[She freezes up, staring at him, reaching up feebly to her cheek. A small taste of blood and a sting that she wasn't really expecting. That grocery bag definitely didn't stay in her hand for it—those vegetables are down and out.]

Wha...

[She takes a few steps back, alarmed and nervous.]

What's wrong with you!?

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You shouldn't just—hit people like that—!

[She gives him a defiant look, brow furrowed. She'd crouch to recollect her things, but she's stuck in place.]

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[What’s wrong with him? That’s a strange question. Shouldn’t it be “what’s wrong with the world”? A short, bitter laugh.]

All I ever did was love my sister. Is that wrong? Do you think I’m wrong for despising a world that could not accept us? Am I wrong for wanting to create a place for the two of us to live without persecution?

[Does this sound a little crazy, coming seemingly from nowhere? Perhaps.]

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No, I think it's wrong of you to hurt people just because they tell you something you should know! People will never like you if you do things like that, anyway—!

[She holds her cheek, a little frightened of him. What made him like this? She'd forgotten a lot of things since she'd spoken to you—why she'd even started speaking to you back then, even... but she remembers hearing about Martel.]

There's nothing wrong with loving your sister, but you can't treat others cruelly just because of your own experiences...!

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I couldn't care less about all the disgusting, arrogant people that fill this world. They are not worth my attention. They deserve absolutely nothing. [No forgiveness, no second chances: only suffering. At one time, he longed for nothing more than acceptance from the world. And then the world betrayed him. Buried deep, deep down, though...there remain the scattered fragments of the boy who wanted others to accept him.]

Can't I? If a wrong is committed, punishment should be administered.

[Action] Bad idea? Probably...

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[Crona is out in the woods, trying to figure out what happened over those past two weeks...but then he sees magic!

And it's hard to miss a pink haired kid staring from a little ways away. Looking decently impressed.]

[Action] ....no, best idea 8|

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[Having unleashed his rage on the one tree, he whips around to locate his next target...and spots a somewhat familiar face peering at him.]

What do you want?

[Action] ...M-maybe.. >>

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[As soon as he turns around, Crona immediately looks down at the ground.]

N-nothing...

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[Mithos only wishes looks could dismember and maim. Everything about Crona pisses him off right now. How is it that such a pathetic, sniveling, unworthy being is able to wield power while he has absolutely nothing? It's disgusting.]

Then why are you here?

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[--Unless...]

the logical conclusion 8|

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[His teeth clench in a snarl and his fists curl tightly at his sides as he advances toward Crona.]

You. You took it. You took it, didn't you? Tell me what you did with it. [Interfering humans, always, always, keeping him from what he wants, from what Martel wants--]

...Of course it is... D:

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[Is just being the woods really that bad of a thing? And looking interested in magic? He was pretty sure it wasn't...

Now he just looks confused, and actually looks around a bit (While backing up, because being slapped for a third time is high on his 'do not want' list) to try to figure out what he's talking about.]

T-took what?

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[The fact that Crona exists is a violation, as far as Mithos is concerned. He continues to close the distance between them, even as Crona tries for the opposite.]

The Cruxis Crystal. [Of course, the pathetic dog wouldn't know what that is. He forcefully jabs a finger in the direction the upturned tree.] The object that should have been hidden beneath that tree. Where is it?

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[Well, blame his mother for that. And don't mind him just using the nearest tree as a shield because he likes his space!]

I-I don't even know what that is! I was just walking around!

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[Don't mind him inflicting another spell - Air Thrust - on the hapless tree. Several branches snap off in the gust, and the trunk is scarred.]

You don't need to know what it is to steal it! [...Never mind the fact that Mithos himself stole it from Yuan, but...]

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[That was not necessary!! He's still using it as a shield though, since it is still there.]

...Why would I steal something if I don't know what it is?

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[Now storming past the tree to launch another spell, this time directly at Crona. That wind is sharper than it looks.]

You humans have destroyed everything else, taken away everything of value, everything that mattered - why should I expect anything less from you?