[The few days without any external magical influence had been a tremendous relief, even if the rifts torn in reality had put a damper on any real attempts to relax. And then Iris rose again, and Ferran felt almost invigorated. Not drawn towards people by a need or desperation, but rather an intense determination that felt right, almost familiar. After a month and a half of being practically helpless, he was going to go out and do something worthwhile.
It's almost difficult to fit it into his busy schedule, but he takes time off of his usual training to instead wander Level 3, perhaps looking for trouble. Eventually, he finds it.
There's a ruckus that can be heard from a block or two away, the shouting and crashing of two Prismals' fight echoing in the streets, but it ends more quickly than most scuffles do in the lower levels. Someone close enough might have seen the dark cloud that briefly blotted out the street lights before it faded, leaving the two combatants on their knees in a daze. While most passersby flee or continue on in relief, a few bystanders watch the Iris-blessed young man that approaches, the glow of his red eyes outshining the luminescent spots that line his limbs.]
Clean up your mess, [he orders them gently,] and then you can turn yourselves in.
[The two are sluggish to respond thanks to the magic that made their limbs and minds heavy, but Ferran is confident he's been heard.]
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It's almost difficult to fit it into his busy schedule, but he takes time off of his usual training to instead wander Level 3, perhaps looking for trouble. Eventually, he finds it.
There's a ruckus that can be heard from a block or two away, the shouting and crashing of two Prismals' fight echoing in the streets, but it ends more quickly than most scuffles do in the lower levels. Someone close enough might have seen the dark cloud that briefly blotted out the street lights before it faded, leaving the two combatants on their knees in a daze. While most passersby flee or continue on in relief, a few bystanders watch the Iris-blessed young man that approaches, the glow of his red eyes outshining the luminescent spots that line his limbs.]
Clean up your mess, [he orders them gently,] and then you can turn yourselves in.
[The two are sluggish to respond thanks to the magic that made their limbs and minds heavy, but Ferran is confident he's been heard.]