Perverted Wind

As the man who was called James grinned at the approaching Fairy Dust Id decided I'd seen enough. Whatever this was , hopped up mages on strange powder didn't seem like it had anything to do with me.

"Well then. " I began, standing up. "It's time I find my way back to the shop. It's been ... an interesting experience. "

I nodded to them and looked to the door, ready to begin my departure, when a voice reached out and pulled me back.

"Leaving already ? Things are about to get interesting Messenger. Come, surely you must be interested in seeing Magyk in action? It is a rarity among common folk , no? "

I barely paused to think about it. Barely. A slight reluctance to see where the hell these juiced up mages were going to take this strangeness next.

It was a second to long.

"I've got it! I've got it professor! "

Vimea's Magyk had gotten bigger. From the bit of electricity that had spilled out of her fingertips like water, it now was a torrent that fell from her arm in lazy crackling jolts.

I looked at the scene and with a flash of thought remembered the spilling flame that burst through the window.

'Fuck this. '

Briskly I turned on my heel and began heading to the door , ignoring the gibberish the professor began with and prioritizing the insatiable quality of living over my curiosity.

I jumped over the scattered belongings I had walked around carefully, stumbled over a few books and rolled the rest of the way. Before turning and nodding towards no one in particular my goodbye.

Then I put my hand on the knob to leave.

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Blurry light spilled over me , followed by a grogginess that I could feel to my bones.

'Where the hell was I?' I lifted up my left arm to swipe the blurriness out my eyes, but when I went to lift up my right I felt a hot pain jolt up from the base of my arm.

'Fuck. What happened? '

Gently I felt the sensation of a warm cloth making its way through my eyes and over my face.

I tried for a question, but my throat felt closed and stuck, so I layed there as the crust was wiped out my eyes and groggy vision turned into sight.

A guilty looking Vimea stood over me. Her eyes back to their state of Almond Brown.

"Sorry." She said.

I coughed a little trying to ask why and her eyes raised in alarm.

"You can't speak? "

I shook my head. Panic starting to settle in at seeing the alarm on her face.

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She gave me a look that I could tell was meant to reassure but failed. "It'll be fine. Just give me a sec. I'm sure the professor can fix this."

Then she was gone.

It would be minutes until someone would return and it wasn't the professor, although in truth I had doubts about all of them.

It was James.

The sleepy eyed man was sleepy eyed no longer. Now his chiseld shaven features were full of attentiveness and awareness, if his eyes weren't a crackling red he would've passed as a well to do noble on the street.

He walked over to me and examined me with a clinical eye before giving his wise assessment.

"She really did a number on you didn't she. "

I stared back nonplussed.

"Ah well. Don't worry. I'm quite familiar with Magyk attacks. This one should be no problem."

If I had my voice I would've asked what led the man to be 'quite' familiar with Magyk attacks. He was no doctor.

Instead I stared.

"Alright." he said cracking his neck. "Let's get started. "

He began whispering in a language that sounded like buzzing bees having a party, a rhythm of words that started slowly but began to crescendo the more he spoke.

As he went the air felt thicker in response and with my clogged throat breathing soon became a hard to achieve goal.

As fast as he began, he stopped.

"Alright. Now it's your turn, Messenger. Which one of these guys do you feel the most affinity toward. "

I started at the man confused, but then something crept out of the corner of my eye. It was a strange view, like the things had always been there but had never been seen.

The first entity was in no other way to be explained,

demonic.

It's body was the consistency of a living thundercloud but it's limbs were that of a snake. It's eyes were a burning red.

I couldn't see a mouth but I felt it's voice speak in my head with the sound of wrinkling metal.

"Pick me bro. It'll be fuuuunnn. "

I shook my head vigorously.

The evil cloud frowned as it disappeared.

"Wrong choice bro. Wrong choice. "

The next creature was a wispy will of a thing. As if air personified had decided to live. It had no face, no limbs, it was simply wind and yet I could feel it's intelligence.

"Do not pick me. " A voice shot in my head. "You are not suited. "

Curious, I spoke back in my head.

"What would make me suited? "

"I, the noble wind only go with damsels. "

I felt a kindred bond with the creature when he said that.

"You're a pervert? "

The room shook with wind.

"I am. "

"......Come with me. "

The wind in the room shook in a way I took as curious.

".....Will there be damsels? "

"Maybe.. but I haven't had any luck with any. If you're a noble wind spirit maybe you can help? "

As the room shook again I heard the willow chuckle in my head.

"Alright boy. Alright. You show me some damsels and I'll stay by your side. You may chose this noble wind. "

I looked over at James who at some point had taken a seat and began snacking on a small cake.

I pointed at the willow and nodded.

"Alright. " He said setting down his plate. He looked over me in the way I had looked at them when they pulled out the fairy dust and began shaking his head muttering something along the lines of boys will be boys.

"Grit your teeth child. This will hurt. "

Once again my vision drifted away.