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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?

[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.

[abuh buh huhhhh?]

[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!

Edited 2010-12-06 22:28 (UTC)

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

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?

[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!?

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.]

[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.]

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...!

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.

Or forgiveness!! [She speaks it quickly, sharply; even if Mithos believes they don't deserve forgiveness, Sayo isn't that kind of person.] Even if you forgive and get hurt, you can't just give up there—!

[She takes a step forward, mouth a grim line.]

You'll never be happy, the way you are now. A-and you'll never get any stronger by hurting those around you.

[Mithos doesn't do forgiveness. Forgiveness is the same as admitting he was wrong and they were right. It's the same thing as an apology.]

[He rather liked it when she had backed away from him. Afraid, cowering, as she ought to be. But now that she's taking an assertive stance? His eyes flare. As soon as the words come from her mouth, he forcibly shoves her, intending for the ground.]

Are you completely stupid? The only way to become strong is to step on everyone else. Stop acting like you know anything. What could you know? What could you understand about me? I'll be happy as soon as Martel returns to me.

[She falls back easily—strongman Sayo isn't. And up onto her hands and knees she goes, shoulders squared.]

Y-you're never going to be stronger, if you bully people around. Right now, you're not achieving anything; y-you're just looking like someone who can only abuse those who haven't done anything wrong to you...

[The assertiveness in her voice is gone now, good job!]

Edited 2010-12-07 06:56 (UTC)

[Well actually he's never going to be stronger because somehow Yuan's Cruxis Crystal, which had fallen into his possession under a stroke of good fortune, has slipped through his fingers. His one chance to become strong. You're only reminding him that everything has gone wrong, which he did not need to be reminded of. Be prepared to receive a swift kick to the ribcage.]

Shut up! Shut up! Do not lecture me. Do not spew your pathetic, empty ideals at me. Just shut up.

Edited 2010-12-07 07:15 (UTC)

[The hit knocks the breath out of her, and she curls up and does precisely what he says—quiets down and grips herself by her arms, trembling faintly. She'd like to say more about how cowardly you are, but she really doesn't want to get kicked anymore.

So she sits with her eyes squeezed shut.]

[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.]

[Good, where she belongs. Of course Mithos isn’t satisfied with just that - he has a lot of aggression and anger fuming inside of him, still waiting to pour out. He aims one more kick at the ground, spraying Sayo's huddled form with a shrapnel cloud of snow, ice, and dirt.]

Worthless...completely worthless.

[He's sick of looking at her, sick of being around her. And so he decisively walks past, as if she were nothing more than a rock or a stump.]

[She waits—waits until he walks by and is further away before she sits up with hand around her torso. She works on recollecting what can be saved from her dropped things, shivering and wiping dirt and water from her cheek.

Why was he like that? What was wrong with him? She hadn't done anything...]

[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?

[That's quite a scene to walk onto - a certain angry looking blond storming away, and a woman sitting on the ground, looking as if she had been pushed there.

Mithos. Was he going to cause trouble here? Perhaps she should speak to Sokka about putting him on that list, if things were going to be like this.

She hurries over to the woman's side.]

... How badly are you hurt?

[Sayo smiles faintly, nervously.]

Oh, he didn't really hurt me more than scare me...

...I'm just—not sure why. I suppose he was just... very upset over something.

Edited 2010-12-07 19:47 (UTC)

Please just... let me check you over. [She kneels down at her side.]

He carries a lot of anger with him... and it makes him unable to accept reason.

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