[Any argument Mikey has in turn is tempered by his work. His ninpo reaching out to Leo and Peter's to test the boundaries. He pulls at the tainted magic he can feel and see. So much of Leo's own ninpo is stained, twisted by black magic. Peter's own is stained in a different way, what it used to be in life existing beneath the surface.
Peter whines a little, the sound high-pitched and pained. He starts to shake slightly, not fighting against Leo helping him sit back down completely.
Mikey lowers his hands slightly, conflicted given how much of a hold he has on the tainted magic.] I'm just trying to purge the black magic-
[Peter hunches into Leo, starting to tear up from the pain. His hand was still locked over his own mouth.
Blood starts to escape from between his fingers. From droplets to rivulets pouring down.
Mikey drops his hands quickly, cutting the connection. Peter goes slack against Leo, gasping a little. He draws his hand away, cringing at the blood staining his palm. Able to feel it on his mouth, chin and dripping down his neck onto the fabric of his shirt.]
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Peter whines a little, the sound high-pitched and pained. He starts to shake slightly, not fighting against Leo helping him sit back down completely.
Mikey lowers his hands slightly, conflicted given how much of a hold he has on the tainted magic.] I'm just trying to purge the black magic-
[Peter hunches into Leo, starting to tear up from the pain. His hand was still locked over his own mouth.
Blood starts to escape from between his fingers. From droplets to rivulets pouring down.
Mikey drops his hands quickly, cutting the connection. Peter goes slack against Leo, gasping a little. He draws his hand away, cringing at the blood staining his palm. Able to feel it on his mouth, chin and dripping down his neck onto the fabric of his shirt.]