[ Daan would also love it if this nightmare would end sometime soon actually. Like the one with rotten wood and turning gears, of a naked madman swinging a kassara in his direction, screaming at him to get back to making cubes in the Workshop, only to wake up back in the train like nothing ever happened. He'd forgotten about that, which is really impressive given the EVERYTHING about that sequence, but that really kind of sets the tone for his canon and his life.
He has fully given up control over his vines at this point which drink up the blood soaking the ground with eagerness, and hunger for more. Friend and foe alike, just like Zia said! And self, too, because they're digging in for his own blood too -- and that's fine, really. They dig into his forearms, thorns gouging deep. What is any of his magic except that which draws power from giving himself?
These vines rise in the air and collect into a point, aiming to pierce through Lenalee. ]
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He has fully given up control over his vines at this point which drink up the blood soaking the ground with eagerness, and hunger for more. Friend and foe alike, just like Zia said! And self, too, because they're digging in for his own blood too -- and that's fine, really. They dig into his forearms, thorns gouging deep. What is any of his magic except that which draws power from giving himself?
These vines rise in the air and collect into a point, aiming to pierce through Lenalee. ]