Disclaimer: this story was NOT meant to be offensive is any way shape or form, it was made for fun.
For his entire life Third has had Split Personality disorder. He has also always had the feeling he is being watched or followed, but there was neve...
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as promised here is the drawing. it is supposed to be a drawing in Third's sketchbook a few days after the trip to the doctor. I hope I made it look like something he would draw. in my head most of his diagrams look something like this. (heh, Pink censor Reds cusses. I just realized that and I drew it) (also, ask if you want to post and make sure if you do you credit me. sorry I know that's boring just had to say it cuz I forgot to sign this one)
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Japan's POV:
I stand up and put the Praecantatio Quantitas meter up to my patient's chest. The numbers went up and I saw his vortex. I jumped from surprise. "Sorry if this seems rude but, how are you alive?" I ask trying not to freak out.
"What's wrong?" he asked in return. "This is making me question my knowledge. Even if you could survive this being so close to your heart, how are you not in immense pain? How can you even move?" I ask.
"You." I say with an airy laugh. "You are impossible." I say. "You know, you're not the first person to say that." Third says in response. "You're not supposed to exist." I say looking at the results again. "You're DEFINITELY not the first person to say that." Third says with a laugh.
"No, I refuse to accept these results." I say turn the meter off and on again. I scan again and get the same results. "Maybe this one is broken." I say grabbing one of the others. I scan. Same results. "I admit it. This is real. You are doing the impossible." I say.
"Can I finally see these impossible results?" Third asks. I nod. I hit the red button which saves the results and I go to my computer. I plug it in and tap my fingers on the table. It dings and I open the file. "Here they are." I say.
He walks behind me. "Wow! My magical energy is 243! That's a big number!" he says with glee. Everyone else in the room made a face, the same face you make when someone falls flat on their face. An expression of pain as if you just felt it even though you didn't. I did too. I pull up Britain's magic test and show it on the other screen. "Britains is 712?! I knew he was good at magic but that's high!" he says.
"You do realize that a normal MEL is 500, right? You do realize how extremely low you are, right?" i say trying not to freak out again. "Oh..." he says, losing all the joy he had on his face a few seconds ago. "Well it's something." he said.
"I have good news and bad news. What do you want to hear first?" I ask looking up at him. "The bad news." he said. "I can't fix it. I just can't. I would normally try to put your vortex back together but it's too close to your heart for me to do it." I say.
His eyes get glossy. "The good news?" he asked. "I can try to fix it in a more natural way. It will take much longer but it has the possibility of fixing it. But there is a bad side to that too." I say.
"So it can be fixed?!" he said with a jump. "It is a possibility. I can not say it will absolutely work but it has the chance of doing the job." I say. "What is it?" he asks. "Magic boosters." I say. He makes a confused face. "Oh right, you have no idea what those are." I say.
I stand and lead him to another room. I grab a pill bottle. "These are magic boosters. It's a drug." I said, handing him the bottle. "What kind of drug?" he asks. "Well it's like marijuana. It has medical uses but it was originally used for...not good things." I say. "What type of not good things?" he asks. "I'm not going to give you any ideas." I said, leading him back to the other room.
"Japan, are you sure this is safe?" Britain asks. "It's safer than fixing it manually, that's for sure." I say. "I know but I remember when you gave me one of those. It wasn't good." Britain said. "What happened?" Third asked. "In short, I had to be put in a magic net for two and a half weeks." Britain said.
It was true. We had to put him in a magic net for almost three weeks. Not fun for anyone involved. Afterwards Britain was in a state of complete burnout. He could barely speak coherently. It took almost a month to get him back to normal.
"But we know why that happened. Mistakes make progress." I say. "What's a magic net?" Third asks. "You don't know?" I ask him. "No." He answered.
"It's hard to explain. Umm...imagine a Tesla coil. The electricity is magic and the orb in the middle is a person. When a person can't control their magic or is irresponsible with it we put a magic net on them. Like the glass of a Tesla coil. It stops any magic from getting out. The spell itself looks a lot like a bird cage. And the only person who can take it off is the person who put it on or someone with a superior MEL." I explain.
"So why was Britain in one?" He asks. "The booster doubled his MEL making him have a MEL of over 1400. His body couldn't handle it so it started to disperse the extra energy. This of course caused many almost bad injuries. But doubling your MEL won't hurt you because even with it doubled it's under 500." I say.
"But that does not mean that your body can handle a double in power. These pills are only half a dose of booster. The rest is a mesher that makes it all stay together and not explode immediately. You will take one half dose at the same time everyday. After three weeks I will give you full doses." I say. He holds up the bottle and seems to be examining it.
"I made a vow to never listen to a doctor ever again. Especially when it includes putting something in my body. But I trust you, so here goes nothing." Third said opening the bottle and taking out one of the pills. I stand up and grab a small water cup. I fill it up with tap water and give it to him.
He took the pill. This is it.
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more lore and more group stuff. tell me if this is going to slow or anything that is confusing you. i want to make this as clear as possible. i know this book is hella confusing.
