Rasui (sleepdeprived) wrote in cirque_rp, @ 2017-05-18 21:37:00 |
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Issac’s limit fell short of what he pretended he could handle. Always ready to push others to their limits to help them grow in power, he had a great talent for his magic but it came with an intense drawback. The entire time of the stop he had continued to push his own limits, ignore the warning signs, he wanted to be the cheerful, chaotic warlock everyone knew him as. Each day had been filled with more and more. The amazing dark energies he had played amongst with Elia both aggravated his mind and soothed its need more movement. Today was the time to move on to the next stop, the next show, the next town. Issac typically helped where he could and caused trouble everywhere else. Though they would still have the rest of the day to play amongst their own home, there were still small things to do during the day. In the middle of his prep to see where he might start in his part of the magical barrier, Issac collapsed. Curling into a fetal position, hands clasped around his head, anxiety bubbled in the pit of his stomach. Silent screams split through his head. Everyone chatted, laughed, grumbled, but even in their quiet moments, there were too many that were loud still. Mundanes, spirits, and a few others never allowed him rest. Issac had hit his limit for the ghost filled plantation and people filled town. His body refused to push off the pain any longer. Issac’s nails dug into the back of his skull drawing blood. |