forum RP: Ruin [still OPEN to anyone!] (Refer to first posts for updates)

Started June 19, 2018 by @PurplePartyTiger language

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"Yeah, yeah…I feel great," Beau answered, nodding a bit with his answer as he stopped the connection with Baal. It felt like a weight had been taken off, but he still leaned against the wall to steady himself a bit.

"Why d-don't you lay down? You're obviously not doing too well," Vien protested softly. He didn't know why he was bothering. Normally he wouldn't really have cared, but for some reason he felt obligated to make sure Beau was okay. Baal nodded in agreement, wings fluttering absently

"I'm just a little dizzy. It's not that bad," Beau mumbled as he rubbed his tired eyes. The blue color looked a little more faded, but it wasn't very noticeable. He had done much bigger connections with people and larger spirits before, so a little headache wasn't too much.

"Are you sure?" Vien asked. "Baal drains life force f-from around them when they're in this world, and I don't know if talking to him might have m-made your powers hurt you or something," he mumbled. Baal nodded, turning circles in Vien's lap before laying down and closing their eyes

"It usually does this. Altering memories, talking to or affecting someone's mind…it drains me," Beau mumbled, shrugging a bit as he rested his head against the wall behind him and closed his eyes for a few moments.

Vien stared at Beau for a long moment. Without saying anything he got to his feet, the motion almost silent as Baal slid off his lap. He walked over to the bed, grabbing a pillow and one of the blankets. He set the blanket over Beau before tilting his head forward gently, putting the pillow between it and the wall. He sat back down in his corner, curling up with Baal again quietly

Beau seemed to have already drifted off into sleep, his messy white hair falling across his face as he curled into the blanket Vien placed on him. He mumbled a few incoherent words as if he were talking to someone, though after a few moments, his mumbling stopped.

Vien sighed, staring at Beau for a long moment. He couldn't help it, really, it was just something he tended to do. Baal turned to him, nudging his cheek to get his attention. You should put him in the bed and sleep next to him. Maybe being next to someone will help? Baal asked him, and Vien's eyes widened.

"Absolutely n-not! I am not going to…s-sleep next to someone!" he exclaimed quietly before looking over to Beau again. "But I guess it wouldn't h-hurt to put him in the bed," he mumbled, standing again. He walked over to Beau, lifting him up bridal style and setting him on the bed with relative ease

Beau released a soft yawn as Vien placed him onto the bed, curling into the blanket once again. He furrowed his brow faintly in minor pain as his head began to hurt, though it was more like a dull throb. "Can you…stay here," Beau mumbled, though he was still in a half-asleep state.

"Stay…h-here?" Vien repeated confusedly. "I'm not leaving t-the room anytime soon, if that's what you m-mean," he mumbled, keeping his voice low to avoid hurting Beau's head. Baal rolled their eyes at Vien, though since the dragon-like creature was still on the floor in the corner

"No…here. Right here," Beau mumbled again as he shifted slightly, wincing faintly at his headache. One of his hands lazily motioned towards the space all around him before it dropped back to his side.

Vien sat there for a moment, confused as to what Beau meant. Suddenly he realized what he wanted Vien to do, and he felt his face heat up a little. He was internally cursing himself even as he was getting up to crawl onto the bed, trying to stay on the end of the bed furthest from Beau as he gulped

"Stupid Aristotle is talking to me again…" Beau mumbled softly as he shifted in his spot, wincing as the spirit's voice boomed in his head. The old spirit was going on and on about something that had happened in the last century, though Beau wasn't listening. Usually, after he communicated with another being, his mind often drifted into an odd area in his sleep, where he could see others; like spirits, memories, and invade other's dreams. Often times, he used the 'gray space' to see his little brother.

"Aristotle? Like the p-philosopher?" Vien asked curiously, rolling so he could look at Beau without getting any closer to him. He still couldn't shake the strange feeling in his chest as he laid there. He felt like he didn't belong, that Beau didn't really want him there, but he also found that he was happy he was on the bed next to him?

"No, no…it's an old spirit. He isn't half as smart as the…philosopher," Beau murmured tiredly, a few odd wisps of white smoke hovering around the palm of his hand. He had finally managed to shut Aristotle up as his mind surveyed the 'gray space' again. An odd feeling built up in his chest when he noticed that he could connect with Vien's mind somehow. No, he couldn't do that without asking. Remember the last time you tried that? It didn't go well, did it? A small voice chorus of whisper's hissed.

"Huh," Vien responded quietly, watching the smoke around Beau's hand. He thought it was kind of funny, really. His magic relied on black smoke while Beau's appeared to be white. The longer he was around the other boy, the more he realized how different they looked but how similar they were

"I wish I had a familiar…like Baal. He says that…that we're friends now," Beau mumbled as a small yawn escaped his lips. Most of the times, when he sleep-talked, he wound of saying things that would embarrass him completely the next day. So far, he hadn't done anything too bad.

Vien froze up a little as Beau spoke. He leaned over the bed to shoot Baal a look, but the creature had apparently disappeared. "I…I guess we c-count as friends," he resolved to mumble, burying his face in the corner of one of the pillows as he tried to take up as little space as possible

"He said more stuff…about my hair color…," Beau went on to mumble as he shifted in his spot a little. "I don't remember all of it." He added, sighing faintly as he closed his hand, causing the white mist to dissipate.

(yeah nobody's been on so we've just been doing this)
Vien's face heated up a bit at that. Oh, the next time Baal showed up, he was going to have words with the spirit. "Well…Your h-hair color is kind of cool. Natural white h-hair is nice," he mumbled. Not like my dark, ugly black hair, he thought to himself

"It used to be brown and my eyes used to be hazel…" Beau mumbled tiredly in his sleep, a small yawn escaping his lips. "Because of my powers, it started to fade to white and my eyes started to become blue…my whole family was scared of me. Even my little brother," He added quietly, the memories replaying in his head. At first, the powers seemed fun, until they began to get out of hand.

Vien squinted at Beau for a moment, trying to imagine him with brown hair. "I think I like your w-white hair better. It's…unique," he mumbled, struggling for words. "But I can s-sympathize. When I first summoned Baal, my d-dad tried to kill them. And my mom t-thought I was a demon. Being a summoner in my family was looked down on."

"Unique…," Beau repeated, laughing softly as if he found the word humorous. His lips pursed into a line at the sound of what Vien's family had almost done to Baal. "Can you summon other things than Baal?" He asked quietly.

Vien nodded. "Yeah. It d-depends on how much energy I want to use. Tiny things like spirits are easy, but creatures like Baal are a little more difficult. He's easier to s-summon because he takes energy from everything around him to stay here, but if I want to make him f-full sized it takes a lot more energy."