forum Cafe MindShaker

Started March 04, 2018 by Fawn Yeet

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Lol you guys all know each other and I’m just here 😂)

Glad you’re back, and very sorry about that! You don’t have to come in if you don’t feel well, don’t worry)

Asura leaned against the wall, letting out a sigh and trying not to look frustrated. He brushed his hair out of his face, but it fell back and annoyed him even more.

Michael startled a little, realizing that Asura was still in the room. In response he decided to yet again try to pretend he wasn't in his room

He stretched, noticing that he was still tired. It was most likely due to the fact that he hardly had enough magic to stay alive. "Anybody want coffee?"

"U-Um. Please?" Michael muttered from beneath the mountain of blankets he had somehow managed to conjure up

He raised an eyebrow at Michael's blanket pile. "Dude, how the hell are you even alive?" he said, walking over to the coffee brewer next to Michael's desk.

"I-I don't know. I think the universe is d-doing it out of spite."

He started making the coffee, getting frustrated at the fact that his hair was falling in front of his eyes. How does one even keep their hair in place without magic?? "Is there anything I can do to help with the fuckery that is feedback?" He asked while holding his hair in place with one hand and making an attempt at coffee with the other.

"T-Trust me if I knew I would be figuring out a way to completely ignore the solution and suffer."

He sighed, completely giving up on his hair. "I'm sorry," he said. "If I didn't have that freakout, you wouldn't be going through a bunch of bullshit."

"Stop. Apologizing!" Michael said, chucking the blankets he had over his face in frustration. "There's no point in apologizing, I did what had to be done!" His eyes went wide after he realized that he had been yelling. "S-Sorry."

Asura tried to relax and conceal how tense he was at Michael's yelling. "It's fine, I guess I kind of get it," he said, turning on the coffee brewer with a shaking hand.

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.