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WHO: Mikleo and your character!
WHERE: All around Heropa.
WHEN: 5/1-5/5
WHAT: There'll be various prompts here! This is an open mingle log for anyone who would like to interact with Mikleo.
WARNINGS: Please look at this post before replying! Even if your character can't see Mikleo, feel free to comment, and I'll tag you!

a) making my way downtown

[ Mikleo's decided to check out the local library for any hints or information he could find about this world, and how to possibly get home. He's picked out a rather large number of books. History books, biographies, non-fiction - anything he could find and carry for now. He doesn't seem to have too much of an issue carrying them - but, he's doing his best to keep an eye out for anyone else walking in front of him or towards him.

Your character will only see a rather large pile of books seemingly... floating....? if they can't see Mikleo, or they're free to see a rather petite looking young man carrying a rather large number of books. ]

b) practice makes perfect

[ If seeing the large number of books floating wasn't enough, Mikleo's settled outside one of the local bakeries. While seeing sweets in front of him shouldn't be a huge surprise - seeing some seemingly appear out of no where might be.

He's taking note of what new sweets he can try to prepare for Sorey while he's here, don't mind him. However, when it's done, he frowns, crossing his arms as he looks to the table with a small sigh. ]

Well, I suppose the next one will be better.

c) practice makes perfect pt 2

[ For those who CAN see Mikleo, they may see him looking to the bakery with a rather wary look on his face. Considering those most can't see or hear him - he sees no harm in saying: ]

From a distance, it doesn't look like they poured any love into their baking.

d) at the training center

[ Mikleo is practicing his water artes. He's separated from Sorey as of right now - putting more focus than ever in practicing what looks like "magic". He's targeting one of the nearby wall, making water, ice appear out of seemingly no where. ]

Twin flow!

[ Two streams of water appear from what looks to be his staff, that water disappearing just before it hits a wall. He pauses to catch his breath, the staff disappearing from his hands. ]

... Not yet. I can still do more than this.

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[ Jinseok's sight has never been good. It isn't that it's bad, and it's not like he's vision impaired or something similar, but he's always been a very straightforward person who only looks to achieve one goal; how to get what he wants. It likely comes as a surprise to nobody that a person like him wouldn't be able to truly 'see' everything a world like this has to offer.

Unless you're Jinseok yourself, in which case you're very shocked, and you've been following a pile of books for the past five minutes or so, trying to work out what the heck is going on?

A curious boy is another one of those things Jinseok has never been, but when confronted with a conundrum of floating books he does what any smart person would do... pokes the pile of books. Hard, in the side, a very obvious attempt to knock them all over, just to see what will happen. ]

[ The pile of books, of course, falls from Mikleo's hands at that, Mikleo himself stumbling a little in surprise. However, he's able to regain his composure quickly enough. Though, he looks rather irritated for the books sake when he goes to pick up said books.

... Really? Is that the normal reaction to have when you see-- seemingly no one carrying books like that?

Jinesok will see Mikleo sending him a rather dry look in response to what he'd just done. ]

Was that really necessary? [ He doesn't know if he'll see, or hear him - but he means the question all the same. ]

[ It will become apparent quickly that Jinseok can't see shit of Mikleo aside from the books seeming to magically pick themselves back up again, and also sound exasperated with him? with the way he doesn't quite look at where Mikleo is, with wide and confused eyes. It's difficult for him to know how he's supposed to be treating someone he can't see, with how he bases all his interactions with anyone off of how attractive he finds them.

He doesn't offer to help, because he's never been that kind of boy, but he does stop walking at least, looking vaguely in the right place, but not quite hitting it. ]

Yahh, invisibility? That's the worst power there is.

[ Obvious, indeed. Even though Jinseok can't see him, Mikleo's looking a lot more exasperated and done with this person. Though, at least he isn't overreacting and throwing things at him like some people did when he first arrived here. ]

I'm not invisible. It's not uncommon for humans to not be able to see me. However, it is rare that humans can hear me.

[ He sighs lightly. If he's going to stand and speak with him, perhaps he could help with carrying these books...? ]

[ Mikleo is out of luck if he's expecting a handsome, dashing gentleman like Jinseok to come here to assist him with his small mountain of books. He'd sooner pay someone to carry them for him than touch them himself. ]

Ah, so I am very special? Of course of course, someone like me would have a skill like this.

[ Preen. What a talented boy he is. ]

Then you are a ghost?

[ ... He's rather conceited. Mikleo frowns deeply at that. Someone like this would give a certain confident someone at home a run for their money. ]

Not entirely too special. There's dozens of people here who can see me, along with hear me.

I'm a seraph.

Then why can't I see you? Are you protecting me? Are you so ugly?

[ He'll push the blame on someone else; it isn't a fault with him that he can't see. Something else is clearly wrong here. ]

Is a seraph what they call the considerate ugly people?

[ He just making assumptions now!! ]

It's nothing like that!

[ Mikleo isn't one to normally get so emotional so quickly, but-- he's rather easily provoked like this... ]

[Riku's not swimming today, for once. He's working on his own magic. The thing with magic, for Riku, is that it's much easier to control with the Keyblade. But he doesn't want to be forced to use the weapon constantly, especially since some of the applications he's found himself using magic for have been kind of close-range, and they'd be a pain to pull it out all the time for. So instead, he's working barehanded, slamming fireballs laced with darkness, chunks of ice, and thunderbolts down on and into various targets. Some are proper training dummies, some are just punching bags. He's all right with whatever he can use.

He lobs an irregularly-shaped piece of ice about the size of a softball toward a particularly beaten-up dummy, and then straightens, having recognized a voice. He doesn't usually pay attention to the other imPorts training, unless he knows them -- it occurs to him that he was aware Mikleo was here, but not consciously so. It's only once he notices his voice that he realizes he'd recognized his scent awhile ago.

Riku brushes his hands together, then against his pantlegs, drying the bit of melted ice from them, before he approaches.]

You're working hard.

[ The familiar voice catches his attention, and Mikleo blinks a little once he turns, taking in the sight of Riku. Ah, this was... Sorey's friend, wasn't he? At the least, he remembers that he'd been rather helpful to the both of them when they first arrived here.

There's still a long ways for him to go before he's as strong as he wants to be - strong enough to protect Sorey, and everyone who's important to him. ]

It's good to see you again, Riku. It seems as though I'm not the only one working hard.

Nah, just practicing. I wouldn't call it working hard unless I have to get serious, you know?

[His hands slide into the pockets of his sweatpants, for lack of a use for them. He always finds he's looking for something to do with them, in conversation.]

What are you doing?

You can't exactly get better without practicing hard. Or, so I've been told, anyways.

[ He crosses his arms, shrugging his shoulders a little nonchalantly. ]

I was practicing my artes, but... that may not be a word that you've heard before, either.

[Artes... the water skills he'd been using.]

No, but I can guess at the meaning. It's like magic?

I believe that it fits most definitions of magic.

[ His staff appears once more, Mikleo almost instantly thrusting it forward in order to make a ball of water appear. ]

I can control water.

Mm, that's what they'd call magic back home.

[He reaches out, curious to see if he can touch it.]

Water's not something I can do. Ice, yes, but not water.

If you can control ice, shouldn't that mean you can control water as a whole?

[ That's a bit confusing, but magic must work differently in other worlds... ]

Either way, that's impressive to even hear about.

No. My ice spell pulls moisture out of the air, I think.

[He holds one hand up to demonstrate, palm flat, and casts Blizzard. In his palm, there's a blue-white light, and as it wicks out it's replaced with an irregularly-shaped chunk of ice.]

I can't cast a water spell. Just ice.

[ There's a quiet 'hmm' that can be heard from Mikleo at that, hand moving to his mouth in some mild amusement and amazment. The ice spell could use some work, but who knows? It may be more difficult for him to use it then Mikleo's artes.

At the same time-- ]

That's a rather impressive spell. To tell you the truth, this is the first time I've met someone else who can control ice or water.

Yeah? I can do fire and lightning, too, but magic's not really my area of expertise, so it's just the most basic of spells. The only one I've gotten really good at is Cure.

[Because he's casting it all the time.]

Cure?

[ A beat. His lips curved upwards into a more amused smile. ]

Let me guess. It's for healing?

[Mikleo looks amused and he can't help but laugh.]

No shit, right? All the spells are like that, though. The ice one is just called 'Blizzard'.

I don't think 'twin flow' is far better, but maybe it can gain some points for originality in comparison.

[ It's his turn to laugh, a quite chuckle escaping him. ]

Well, it's more descriptive... I can use the elemental spells for more than one application, after all. Like, I can make a chunk of ice like that, or I can coat a person's feet and hopefully stick them to the floor, and I froze over the surface of my pool one time.

[Just as an experiment.]

But your spells might be more versatile than mine. I wouldn't be surprised -- magic's not really my forte, honestly.

Artes or magic are only as good as the person using them. Using them like that only would prove to make them more efficient.

[ Makes a mental note that he may be a rather formidable sparing partner... ]

Are you more skilled with physical fighting?

I am, yeah. Sora and I grew up practicing with wooden swords, because it was fun, but I've since ended up needing to properly defend myself. And I like to practice, anyway.

[Riku has a hard time not doing something physical at least once a day.]

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