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four [action] | back-dated to Sunday morning

[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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[Mithos hadn't expected the other boy to suddenly start defending himself. You may notices his eyes widen for a brief moment before settling back into a glare. He tries for another spell, but his body lacks the energy to manifest any sort of magic. Infuriating. For now, suspended in a draw, he settles on glaring down on Crona some more.]

Just looking at you makes me sick.

[No one likes to be kicked, so who wouldn't start defending themselves? And he's not letting go of that foot just yet either.]

...That's not my fault either.

[He attempts to break free from Crona's grip, only to discover that...this pathetic dog is deceptively strong.]

Let go of me.

No, you'll kick me again...

[And your point is?]

I said, let go.

[He manages to aim a weak Fireball downward at Crona.]

[Being kicked hurts. :|

And you know what? Having a living weapon comes in very handy right about now. So have a sudden black shield. Not as big as what he could normally do, but at least he's not burnt.]

T-that's not going to make me want to let go.

[There appears to be more to this insignificant human than previously thought. Which only serves to antagonize Mithos further. He realizes that this insignificant human could probably outmatch him. It's completely degrading.]

As if I care what you want.

[As long as Mithos doesn't attack him with a weapon, Crona will see no need to outmatch him. All he wants is to stop being attacked with magic, since it is something he doesn't know how to deal with.]

...I know...but I'm still not going to let go..

[He does have a sword, but unfortunately (or fortunately) for Mithos, he left it in his house. He assumed that by the time he encountered anyone, he would have the crystal, be a being of ultimate power, etc.]

You are wasting my time.

[That's very fortunate ...for Crona at least. Weapons make him loose it.]

That's also not my fault. You started it.

[And you won't let go of him.]

Because you disgust me. Everything about you disgusts me! [He really just wants to hit Crona now, but he's all the way down there.]

[And whose fault is that?]

But why? I've never done anything to you! [Then Crona is happy to be on the ground!]

You exist. [If you aren't Martel or himself, you are extremely unnecessary.]

[Another attempt to pry himself from Crona's grip. He tugs too forcefully and ends up losing his balance, landing ungracefully in the snow.]

That's still not my fault... [It's all his mom, man.

And at that, Crona looks like he's having a hard time not smirking. Revenge is...somewhat sweet.]

[By this point, if only Mithos had ~~his~~ ~~Yuan's~~ his Cruxis Crystal equipped, Crona would have been killed long ago. The fact that the human is witnessing this horrendously degrading spectacle makes him all the more infuriating. ...Also, he can't stand up if Crona still has his foot. But now that he's sitting on the ground, he can reach Crona's face, and he strikes it hard.]

Worthless, disgusting beings like you need to learn their place.

[OW!! But if you want to play it like that, Crona will also grab the hand that just struck him with his free hand.]

A-and you should stop hitting people!

[~~Not as planned, not as planned!~~ Do you know what Mithos hates about as much as he hates Crona? Not being in control of the situation.]

Do not give me orders, insolent dog!

[Well he really should've planned things out better then, because Crona isn't letting go.]

...You're not in a position to give any though...

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[Now kicking at Crona with his free foot. He doesn't need it to keep his balance anymore, seeing as...that failed anyway.]

Shut up. Do not speak to me like that.

[See, now that's just cheating. He's out of free hands! And there's not much Crona can actually do at this point that doesn't involve some serious pain for Mithos.

But sadly, he is starting to care less about that since he is about on the same bully level as Ragnarok at this point. So he just takes those kicks, and quickly twists Mithos' wrist, and ankle in the most uncomfortable of positions.]

Then stop beating me up!

[He winces in pain, but quickly tries to hide it. He refuses to let Crona have the satisfaction. Well, you got your wish: you are no longer being kicked.]

Then stop touching me! Let go of me, immediately. [Such prolonged contact with a human is making his stomach twist.]

[Good. That's all he wanted, really. He could care less at the moment about seeing him in pain, because if anyone from the academy were to see just this, he could get into a lot of trouble.]

Only if you won't attack me again...

[Glare. He isn't in the habit of negotiating with humans. But at the same time he just wants to get away from this sickening, infuriating boy.]

Fine. [That word is spat out as if it were a rotten bite of food.] I'm sick of looking at you anyway. [Also he would be in over his head if he continued to attack...but he loathes to admit this even to himself.]

[That's not exactly what he wanted to hear, but he will simply let go. He doesn't move anymore than that though, even though he would love to just make a run for it. He just watches...]

[Mithos quickly pulls his limbs away from Crona and stands, brushing snow from himself. He aims a glare down at Crona the entire time.]

As if someone like you could even fathom what that Crystal is worth anyway. [He's just mad that he wasted time on this loser.]

[He curtly turns on his heel and stalks back in the direction of the village, thoroughly pissed off at...well...everything in general.]

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