God, can't do anything right. You yelled at everyone trying to help you and caused panic attacks everywhere. Congrats idiot, he thought. "L-Look I'm really really sorry." He noticed that Asura was shaking despite his still blurry vision. He frowned angrily at the god's figure. His forehead sparked, and a diamond with a drowsy-looking eye in the center appeared on his forehead. Not knowing how to make Asura feel better, he simply made three words show up above the god's head. In sparking blueish pink the words "I'm sorry goddamit" appeared
Asura continued, leaning against the counter, completely oblivious. He heard a faint sizzling sound, but in his exhaustion he decided not to think about it and blamed it on the fact that he was currently half dead.
Michael squinted at Asura, still trying to get his magic to listen to him a little. He moved the wording so that it was right in front of Asura's face
Asura reached for the coffee pot and began pouring the coffee, but flinched when weird floating words appeared in front of his face. "What the hell?" He yelled, dropping the coffee pot and spilling some on his hand. "fuCK THAT HURT MOTHER OF LUCIFER OH MY GOD"
Michael's magic disappeared as soon as he realized what he had done. "Oh my god I'm so sorry oh my god-" He tried to get up again before remembering his legs. "H-Here, hold on," he said as he shakily used his magic to shove some paper napkins at Asura
Asura tried his very best not to cry. "Oh fuck, that hurts," he said, snapping the napkins. "It's been millions of years since I last felt actual physical pain," he admitted. Without extra magic, he couldn't numb any pain or heal any wounds. A surge of pain went through his burn. "AGH FUCK!"
(Asura has the pain of a very faint sunburn currently btw)
"Come on, you just needed to not get hurt for 24 hours, then the damn spell would have had you back to normal," Michael muttered, feeling immensely bad for causing Asura to hurt himself
He looked up at Michael, a confused look on his face. "Do you even know how the gods o Caligo work?" He asked.
"No, but I used a type of magic that's sort of my specialty. It latches onto your life force and regenerates magic and that sort of thing, but since you seem like more of a fire type it might take longer. And now that you're hurt it's gonna take longer still." Michael flopped back down onto the bed. "I should have just stayed in that stupid paralyzed state after I helped you, I would have done a lot less hurt like that," he grumbled
"No, don't say that," he said, reaching into a dimensional pocket and pulling out a bandage. Then, he stopped, remembering something. "Guys," he said, keeping his hand in the dimensional pocket, grabbing a small mirror.
"What?" Michael said, now tired again after trying to do any sort of small magic while dealing with feedback
"Dude, I've got a fucking mirror in here!" He said, excited. He pulled it out, looking into the mirror. He saw people chatting behind him in the reflection. "Do you know what this is??"
"It's a dimensional mirror!" He said, showing him the reflection. "Look!"
(so basically how dimensional mirrors work in my stories is somebody reflects energy off of the glass of the mirror, and through some bullshit that defies physics, the person is transferred to a parallel dimension. You guys can decided whether or not this works?)
(ooh, great idea!)
Lavender angrily wiped the tears off her face, going back to Michael's room. She knicked on the door, her lips already shaping an apology.
"Come in," Michael called sleepily
Lavender entered quietly, hoping her eyes weren't rimmed with red. She rubbed at the rash on her left hand self-conciously. "What's that?", she pointed to the mirror Asura was holding.
Asura rushed to the door. "A dimensional mirror!" He said, beaming at her. "We might be able to get out of here!"
"Yeah, mirror, great, I need coffee unless you're okay with dragging my sorry ass through that tiny thing."
"Do you know how to use it?" He asked Michael.
Lavender immediately started communicating telepathically. That's awesome, but keep it down. How do these work?
Don't fuckin' know, only person I know with weird magic like that is Damascus and he's probably laughing his ass off watching us in his stupid casino.
It's just energy reflection, it's not really magic. This mirror lets you see into other dimensions, and if you reflect your own energy onto it, it will send you to another universe.
Maudie stood by the door, arms crossed as she listened.
Lavender's gaze flickered briefly to Maudie. Can it get all of us through?
I don't think I'll make it through if it works like that, I've got more or less no juice to reflect.
