Recovery and Redress. (Cirkel)

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Phase shift!!!

Well...not really. It was more just moving through nothingness. Absolute nothingness that Tristan and Igneus were more than accustomed to. "What the hell was that about!?" Mey boomed, tapping her foot with her arms crossed over her relatively ample chest. The blonde nurse was a friend of Tristan's and a medical arch-mage. She'd felt the massive surge of power all the way in the recovery wing, and new Tristan would be coming in momentarily.

"What ever are you talking about?" Tristan said, sliding off of Igneus' back with a cringe. "You know exactly what I'm talking about and-!...And why is that kid naked?" She began yelling, then in a bewildered tone asked, tripping over herself despite non-movement in a typical anime fashion. Tristan just chuckled to himself once before making his way over to a bed and sitting down, simply tossing his coat over the bedding and leaning his sword against the wall as he always did. "What you felt was a fire blast...nearly drained me and nearly roasted this guy here alive." Mey sighed to herself and pushed up her sleeves.

Walking over to Cirkel, her hands began glowing and the mud and gunk was dissipated and his wounds began closing. In the meantime, Tristan was using what was left of his mana to make an ash trail on the back of his vest. Momentarily a simple transmutation circle was present. The hunter then simply touched his armoring and the circle began to glow along with the scorched bit of vest. It was simple kevlar so it was relatively quick, but the alchemy had to circumnavigate the enchantment, so the process took about twenty seconds where it would normally take around eight. The whole thing took about a minute, after all, he couldn't see the circle as he inscribed it onto his vest.

After Mey finished with the short one, she went over to Tristan and pushed on various spots with excessive force. Where he cringed, she noted injuries. Two straight up broken ribs, two cracked. Her hands glowed again and her huge energy stores boosted Tristan to full health again, though his mana was in pretty bad shape. With just about the last that he had, Tristan inscribed another transmutation circle, this time on the ground, and this time it was pretty damn big.

His right gauntlet came off in the process and his bit his thumb, letting the blood drip onto the floor. He didn't have enough mana to perform the transmutation, so his blood would provide the energy. What he was doing now, was yet to be seen.

[Cirkel]

It had been the first time in a while that Cirkel had blushed. He wasn't particularly unaccustomed to being naked, as it was mandatory for some of the tests performed on him, though those tests never involved females. Possibly it was instinct that caused his cheeks to go rosey, though he would defend to the death the fact that he was just warm from the fight. Yes. Of course.

The blonde quickly healed him, either sensing his own discomfort or having quite a bit of her own, thus giving little conversation. Luckily for Cirkel, he had no internal damage. He did, though, have quite a bit in the way of burns on his back, yet those were taken care of in a matter or seconds. It was now that one would note the still naked part. The teen had been quickly healed and then seemingly disposed of. Obvious was the... relationship between the big man and the woman. It made him smile. Though truth be told, he hadn't really stopped.

As she took care of tristan, Cirkel would stand in what one could only call the waiting room. It wasn't too long before another mage would find him, though, and send him to another room. Here, he was told, he would be able to get clothed, which he did happily. They even gave him some! Well, a paper robe. He had gotten it 2 sizes too large, so that it would cover up ALL of him, including his back-side. He had to be a bit decent, after all.

After getting clothed, Cirkel would go back to the front entrance, where he would sit down at one of the blue chairs. He didn't really know what to do, though he figured it to be proper to wait for Tristan. After all, he had taken him there to get healed and the like, even if he was the cause of it.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

While Tristan was busy with alchemy, Igneus had partially activated his phoenix dive bomb spell in order to roast the gunk off himself, he had after all just had Cirkel sitting on his back. As Tristan was about to activate the transmutation, he looked up to see that Cirkel wasn't there. Strange, but then again, the kid was naked. Suddenly Tristan, forgetting out of fatigue mostly, remembered that he needed material for the transmutation as he couldn't exactly make things out of thin air yet, not to mention the transmutation circle on the ground was far from complex enough for that kind of transmutation.

What was on the ground was the simple star of david design that was used for basic reconstruction, but you still needed similar material. As such, he stood and pulled the blanket off of the bed across from him, and tossed it into the middle of the large circle, then put his unarmored hand over the circle. As he did this, Igneus transformed back into his small form, and glided over to the bed Tristan's coat was on. A pale blue light filled the room and a crackling sound eminated from Tristan's relative area. What resulted was a complete set of clothes in about Cirkel's size, might be a little big, Tristan wasn't exactly sizing the kid up.

"Now where he hell did he go?" To be answered by, The next room. Igneus' own telepathic abilities left him able to locate people for the most part. With that, Tristan threw his coat on along with his sword in it its holster, and picked up the clothes. "You have to stop over doing your spells, your a mage for fucks sake." Mey commented, still slightly flustered with the power spike she'd felt.

Tristan gave her a 'yeah yeah' and strode over to where Igneus had pointed out the boy. It took a second of searching but he was found in one of those rediculous hospital gowns, to which Tristan shook his head. "These should fit, might be a little big." And tossed Cirkel the bunch of clothes, which didn't include shoes considering the material he'd had to work with, he just got draw string draws, pants of the same style, a t-shirt, and socks. All made out of the same cotton that consisted the sheets of the beds. "Sorry about that back there, I tend to use too much power when I use alot of it. The less powerful, the more control I have. Those high powered ones tend to be all or nothings though."

[Cirkel]

Cirkel was undoubtedly surprised when he had returned. His intention to sit and wait was very quickly dismissed by Tristan's offering for him to put on the clothes of which one had little idea of where they had come from, though he still graciously accepted them. his current wear was if not a little bit drafty. He was surprised to see socks, as he still had his shoes and socks on. Noted that they were a bit worse for wear, but overall they looked reasonable, if not a bit unclean. Even so, Cirkel accepted the gift gratefully.

"Thank you."

The young teen would take a moment, listening to Tristan talk to him. He wasn't particularly concerned until he had heard "all or nothing". He gave only the slightest of shocked looks. It was quite mild, though seen easily to those who looked.

"Would that mean that you had it in for killing me?"

Considering the power of the spell the large man had used, it was simple to see that he had a desire to harm him, though that was not personal. For the most part, Cirkel had asked for it. He had issued that challenge, knowing full well the possible reprecussions. Even so, the way he had worded it may have sounded... incorrect.

After speaking, the mage began to slip on the clothes. He slid his drawers on, then his pants. He did of course first take of his shoes and socks for the sake of the clothes and to put on the pair of socks Tristan had offered. After this, he would finally undo the Paper Robe and gently let the shirt over his self. All the clothes were quite soft, and were a good size or so too big, making them look oddly like pajamas. That was fairly understandable, considering standing next to Tristan Cirkel really did look like a little kid. He sighed inwardly.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan thought for a moment. He could outright say no, but that wouldn't be entirely accurate. "Sort of. It wasn't a personal urge to kill any one, especially since I don't kill Academy students no matter what they've done." A pause as he mulled over the words, "It was more of a loss of control, unfortunately enough. My power runs on two levels: normal," He held his hand by about his waist, "And really fuckin' high." his armored hand moved well above his head.

"I can easily control the lower levels of power, but if I try using high power, but not going all out, it doesn't really work unless the spell is incapible of using all my mana in one shot." Another pause, more so for his own understanding, making sure he understood what he'd said himself, than Cirkel's, "Does that make sense?" He asked, looking uncharacteristic of who he was. Confusion was never a good look for this Crusnik.

OOC: short >.>

[Cirkel]

Cirkel nodded without passion. He wasn't particularly sure of the specifics (though it seemed neither was Tristan), but it sounded like the more power he added to a spell, the less control over it he had. Actually, it had left the teen with a bit of nostalgia. He had to think that for a few years all he could think about was controlling his magic. You see, for the most part, Cirkel had had an earlier rebellious phase, of which he'd been tainted by a touch of ambition. At that point in time, seeing some of his mage trainers being able to cast things like fireballs just boiled him up inside, as his skills limited him so. He broke free of that negativity eventually, however, which allowed him to develop his own unique talents.

Cirkel really had nothing to say at this point. Although a bit ashamed to admit it, the talent of conversation now seemed to elude him. One could guess it had something to do with the fact that he had very recently been shot at by what one could only call a giant fireball. Actually, thinking about the fight made him remember how tired he was.

He looked up to at Tristan as he talked. "My apologies, but I think I'm going to need to leave you for my room. I'll need a bit of a rest, if you don't mind, as our fight tired me greatly." He gave a smile as he spoke, and if Tristan let him leave, he intended to do so, and he would.

[Tristan Knightrhode]

Tristan was still mulling over the whole thing himself. His degree of fatigue was preventing his brain from working at its normal capacity, other wise he probably would have had a more organized explanation, even a better understanding of what he was saying himself. "Yeah, no problem, I'm tired too, though mostly from energy exhaustion. That's one thing I hate about mana, using it like that even exhausts you physically." He finished, then gave a moderate wave to Cirkel.

Igneus followed the hunter out of the main door into the recovery room, which he left open for Cirkel. Tristan would need a bit of rest, then he'd likely be returning to the Training Grounds again. This guy was fairly resiliant, and wasn't going to let a little thing like a lack of mana stop him from getting stronger.

OOC: bleh, more short >.>