02 - if others overwhelm you, overwhelm them. ^^

[eclissarenebbia]

Chi la fa l'aspetti. What goes around comes around.

An Italian proverb. Karma. It's easy enough to understand, easy enough to practice, easy enough to apply. You might feel a certain mental prodding should you come near, a certain warmth that leaves coldness at its wake. You might sense a spark, only to have it extinguished the next moment. You

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[rain_chivalry]

[Was that--]

[No, it's couldn't be. But that trident, and that hair..]

[Not to mention, they were doing illusions too...]

[eclissarenebbia]

[He looks up at you briefly, blinking sightless blue-gray eyes. He sinks further against the wall, leaning back.]

Mmm?

[He doesn't recognize your flame signature, no. He acknowledges the attribute of Rain, and he smiles slightly, tilting his head to the side.]

...?

[You might feel a mental prod, a searching one. The Mist flame overwhelms everything, covering everything, but not possessing, no.]

[rain_chivalry]

[Flinches. Looking for what, exactly?]

[Though, at least they didn't seem like a threat... for now]

[eclissarenebbia]

[A sense of familiarity, perhaps... He blinks, and he claps his hands. The flame grows larger, and it forms ...a dolphin. It swims around in the air, and the child chuckles, amused.

His fire doesn't really aim to intimidate. It merely veils everything, shrouding everything in mist--his own hold over reality.

The dolphin shrinks, and it becomes a giant tarantula, only to coil, writhing and becoming a large, pretty clover.]

Mm...? What do you see?

[He smiles softly, when he finds something in his mental prodding. He sees a family in his mind's eye. A group of people. He doesn't register their faces, their appearances because he cannot see them, but he sees their auras

..and from the bud of the clover rises a person. Persons. To him, they're nothing but formless flames, but to you, they might be the shape of your important people.]

[onyxblade]

[Was just passing by Probably to visit Giotto again till he saw someone]

... Nebbia? [Didn't we just fix the problem that he was lost and alone?] Why are you out here?

[eclissarenebbia]

[He looks up and smiles brightly. He recognizes your flame now.]

Signore Revya~ [He claps his hand again, and the fire changes, becoming a huge tree with blooming wisterias.] Boss is inside. [A wave of small butterflies morph from the flowers, and they flutter around.

He seems to be having fun. He doesn't see anything, per say, and it's hard to even think of his illusions as simply that. Illusions. They were far too real. When a butterfly lands on the ground, it'll croak, turning into a frog.] Did Signore Revya come to visit?

[onyxblade]

[Was a bit taken back. It was the exact same thing Chrome could do]

[... Well, more or less]

[One of the butterflies thatdidntturnintoafrog? landed in his hand. Crawled around a bit before just slowly flapping its wings again, but not taking off. Another one eventually landed in his hair]

I.. did, but I didn't think you'd be outside. [is apparently attracting butterflies, but is slightly amused by it?]

[eclissarenebbia]

[The butterflies remain then, fluttering around you. They multiply with each touch against your skin and Nebbia giggles, clapping his hand.]

Mm~ ...Boss is inside. Baking.

[He claps again. Butterflies multiply, yes, yes.]

[primo_giotto]

[Giotto was watching the child's illusions from the window for a few moments, before he had decided to head outside to join him.]

" . . .Nebbia." [He's smiling and though you couldn't physically see it, he still felt that you knew that smile was there.]

[eclissarenebbia]

[He looks up, and he does sense the smile and he smiles back.]

Master..!

[He chuckles merrily, and that little fawn stomps its hooves on the floor. It stretches and coils, the fire becoming a small bear that growls, sitting before the child and looking up at you curiously.]

[deillusional]

[She pauses to watch the shifting flame for a few moments, smiling at your display of illusions.]

Hello, Nebbia. [A doe now runs alongside the fawn.]

[eclissarenebbia]

[He pauses, sensing the other Mist Flame. The fawn raises its forelegs and nuzzles the doe affectionately.]

Sorella!

[Nebbia looks up, a bright smile on his face.]

[deillusional]

[The doe nuzzles back before she lets the form drip. It's as if it's melting, and from each drop there's a small, silvery fish, until there's a whole school of them that swim back and forth in the air.]

Have you been well?

[eclissarenebbia]

[He giggles, the sound sweet like an innocent laughter.]

Mm! I will stay here for now. Master works here in the bakery.

[He gives you a bright smile and fawn grows, and he becomes a stag whose form gradually becomes that of a bear, playfully swiping at the fishes and clapping its paws.]

Is sorella doing well too?

[twice_kept]

Ah, wow~ It's like Zaiphon.

[The sense of power from your flame is similar, at least. His own attribute would be Sun, although the power those of his world have manifests as something other than flame. And that wouldn't be the most interesting thing about him, either.]

[eclissarenebbia]

[That was a Sun flame. He looks up, a nonchalant, but curious expression on his face.]

Zaiphon...?

[He tilts his head to the side, blinking. Have the fawn speed towards you, before it morphs into a dove soaring high into flight.]

[twice_kept]

Mm! [He watches the dove, amused and enjoying the show.] A power, back home. The ability to convert life energy into three different types of power. It's controlled by the user conveying their emotions into the energy.

[Yes, yes, similar to the determination needed in Dying Will flames.]

[eclissarenebbia]

Mm~ [He blinks, but he smiles all the same, storing the information away. He understands, and he chuckles, letting the dove fall to the ground in the shape of a viper. It hisses and it slithers

before turning to ash]

Power. Emotions... empathy?

[In a way, it is sort of similar to his own Flames. Pretty much the same.

And look, the ashes, crumpled together spark.

And a white phoenix rises from a torrent of indigo flames.]