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{ Mithos spends several seconds silently staring into the screen, as if he wasn't even really sure what he was going to try to say. And is he... floating? A myriad of different colors - every one in the EM spectrum - seems to be flickering in and out behind him. It's as if he's trying to concentrate, but whatever it is he's concentrating on, it's frustrating the hell out of him, and it couldn't be more obvious. }

Alright, fine, I give up. { An annoyed sigh. He's not used to having problems controlling his powers, and to him, it's worse than embarrassing - it's a blow to his ego. } Anyone else here have powers that are based off of mana? The mana in this world is weird enough without me being able to... er... { He glances behind him. Well, it's not like it's worth hiding; the people from his world probably already know who he is. Right?

Right? }

The wings. I can't put them away.

{ That's his glitch. He ran into a shadow, whipped out his angel powers, vaporized it with one Ray, and now his wings won't go away. }

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[It is pretty hard to render Alice speechless or have her pay that much attention to someone. But Mithos just managed to achieve both.

He's Mithos Yggdrasill, one of the founders of Cruxis and an angel. That's a lot to take all at once. It's a good thing Alice is already sitting.

But he's damn right when he says it's better she learnt it from him than from Colettie. It would have put a serious dampen on their blooming friendship. Alice is glad he decided to tell her.

After a long moment of silence, there's only thing she manages to say.]

I knew the Church of Martel was a joke. I can't believe people fell for that. [Especially her parents.

And after an even longer pause.] I'm sorry for the loss of your sister, though.

Good instincts. With our new powers, we thought it made sense to make sure nobody questioned Cruxis by starting our own religion. Martel being its goddess was my idea. The irony of them worshiping the person they killed seemed pretty fitting.

{ He sighs. He might have seen that kind of reaction coming; she never kept her distaste for the Church of Martel a secret in their previous interactions, and given her personality, antipathy toward humans, and her sadistic tendencies in combat, she would have made a damned good Desian in another life, maybe even a candidate for an angel.

She didn't talk a whole lot about her parents, and he never asked, given that he didn't want to pry. Martel's murder wasn't exactly his favorite topic, either. Which was why her offering her condolences like that actually took him by surprise; he was honestly expecting something more along the lines of, 'She should motivate you to get even more powerful,' or even 'She's just holding you back.' He didn't have to be affiliated with the Vanguard himself to know that, coming from her, that meant a lot. }

... thanks, Alice. Really.

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