[Suddenly, powers are working again. Though perhaps too well for people.
There isn't any indication as to the trigger, albeit at this point Daan wouldn't be surprised if it was on purpose from whoever the mastermind is. Maybe a way to make everyone miserable for barely being able to control themselves. Whatever. Either way, it still leaves Daan in a precarious situation, and he can only hope people won't need medical care anytime soon because he can't stop the Sylvian magic he's projecting.]
clinic is closed until further notice do NOT come inside
[It's the only warning he can spare the other residents of this city before he feels consumed.
Loving Whispers doesn't stop it's hot touch, the runes fading in and out around him, prickling under his skin and making him feel too hot and itchy and unbearably turned on. That, along with his regrettable Pheromones ability, is a horrible combination; there's yellowish dust in the air, like something is continually pollinating and drifting.
And he can't get it to stop.
He's locked the door to his apartment and office combination, hoping that's enough to deter anyone worrying about him. He's not in danger of anything other than being miserable and desperately wanting sex.]
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There isn't any indication as to the trigger, albeit at this point Daan wouldn't be surprised if it was on purpose from whoever the mastermind is. Maybe a way to make everyone miserable for barely being able to control themselves. Whatever. Either way, it still leaves Daan in a precarious situation, and he can only hope people won't need medical care anytime soon because he can't stop the Sylvian magic he's projecting.]
clinic is closed until further notice do NOT come inside
[It's the only warning he can spare the other residents of this city before he feels consumed.
Loving Whispers doesn't stop it's hot touch, the runes fading in and out around him, prickling under his skin and making him feel too hot and itchy and unbearably turned on. That, along with his regrettable Pheromones ability, is a horrible combination; there's yellowish dust in the air, like something is continually pollinating and drifting.
And he can't get it to stop.
He's locked the door to his apartment and office combination, hoping that's enough to deter anyone worrying about him. He's not in danger of anything other than being miserable and desperately wanting sex.]