( Though the robes remind him of the wardrobe favored by vampires, and so aren't to Mika's taste, he had felt the undeniable pulse of power coursing through them when he donned them last; and power, now, was in short supply. Once he's steady on his feet following the impact and the rumbling, once he knows for certain Ginger did not pass in the initial round of attacks—
(and how deathly cold Mika had felt in that brief realization of chance - that Ginger could have fallen victim - that any number of the faces he had grown used to, could have)
—he handles the delegation of tasks with a clench-jawed stolidity, not a word out of him but to go, Ginger in step, to the frozen, half-corporeal boy.
With a turn of his heel he follows Ginger's example in taking on the wizard's robes. His mind is racing a mile a minute, thinking of every possible plan for success - and, in tandem, every exit strategy should all else fail— but only Ginger's gentle prayer for their safety, the hug and the kiss to his hair and the charm in his pocket, returns him to the unpleasant present. )
... I will. And you will, too.
( He's trusting Ginger has a protective charm of his own on him - this thing that rings of Robin's magic. Nevertheless, this statement is an understanding that they both - would have to be okay, that they would try, in the face of the uncertain future, so rapidly coming. )
... I'm not - very good with barriers. ( Better than before, though - before, he could not do them almost at all. He's been improving in other magic, slowly but surely. ) But I think I can do something to at least barricade this room, a little bit. Lend me some power?
( He puts out a hand. In truth, he ought be able to do this spell himself - it's something near and dear to his heart. But... he's nervous, with a foot half out the door. He needs to steady his heart, and knowing he's unsteady makes him that much more uneasy - because he knows they don't have the time for his unease. It's a self-worrying spiral. )
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(and how deathly cold Mika had felt in that brief realization of chance - that Ginger could have fallen victim - that any number of the faces he had grown used to, could have)
—he handles the delegation of tasks with a clench-jawed stolidity, not a word out of him but to go, Ginger in step, to the frozen, half-corporeal boy.
With a turn of his heel he follows Ginger's example in taking on the wizard's robes. His mind is racing a mile a minute, thinking of every possible plan for success - and, in tandem, every exit strategy should all else fail— but only Ginger's gentle prayer for their safety, the hug and the kiss to his hair and the charm in his pocket, returns him to the unpleasant present. )
... I will. And you will, too.
( He's trusting Ginger has a protective charm of his own on him - this thing that rings of Robin's magic. Nevertheless, this statement is an understanding that they both - would have to be okay, that they would try, in the face of the uncertain future, so rapidly coming. )
... I'm not - very good with barriers. ( Better than before, though - before, he could not do them almost at all. He's been improving in other magic, slowly but surely. ) But I think I can do something to at least barricade this room, a little bit. Lend me some power?
( He puts out a hand. In truth, he ought be able to do this spell himself - it's something near and dear to his heart. But... he's nervous, with a foot half out the door. He needs to steady his heart, and knowing he's unsteady makes him that much more uneasy - because he knows they don't have the time for his unease. It's a self-worrying spiral. )