062: With All the Force of a Great Typhoon

[contract_star]

[Hei appears and promptly collapses onto his back, panting and looking generally exhausted and dusty. His face is red from exertion and wind burn. He splays himself out on the Plane floor, staring up at the stars as he tries to catch his breath. His stomach gives a rather loud rumble and he sighs, closing his eyes.]

Why do all Saints have to be so intense? What a slave-driver...

[He falls silent again as talking takes far too much effort.]



[ooc: Some days after this.]

Comments

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Did you agree to it?

[contract_star]

I did, yes. This is something I need to do.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

To get stronger?

[contract_star]

Sort of. There's this...power I have that I need to be able to control.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Is it a dangerous power?

[contract_star]

It is, yes.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

...Best to be able to control it then.

[contract_star]

My thoughts exactly.