Wario’s first answer merely received shrug back from the cosmic woman, since truthfully, she didn’t expect much out of that pursuit. It’s good to focus on the minor assets your person owned, but Wario seemed like a ‘go big or go home’ type of person. At it looked like he was most definitely heading down the go home route for most of what he was chasing after. Sure, the singular thing he was trying in terms of channeling his abilities weren’t working, that doesn’t mean he should just give up on them! Once he suggested packing up and going home on his electrokinesis, the slacked, sympathetic expression Rosalina wore for him swapped quickly out for shock.
“Oh, no, Wario! I’m not saying give up on your powers, not at all! There’s a roadblock in front of you, yes, but the answer to the situation isn’t turning around and giving up! It’s to find a different path, if not a way through the roadblock in its entirety. Dear, I would suppose the reason it was so easy at this Wario Bowl was that you weren’t thinking about what you were doing. You were in the zone, per-say. When in intense sets of stress, euphoria, fear, etcetera, your body tries to do whatever it can to ride the high to maintain it, or combat the low to rise out of it. You were riding the high. Now that you’re out of it, figuring out what channels those powers naturally is your new mission. And I believe I can help with that, too.”
Legs stood to their height, arms waving toward Wario to follow, letting out a small, “Up and at’em, now.” as she did. “Tell me, do you like being bossed around? If someone tried to push you about an order you didn’t quite feel like doing, would you do it? Well, these powers are yours, therefore an extension of yourself. Your electrical abilities don’t quite appreciate you trying to push them out unwillingly. Constricting only tenses your body, closing your veins, joints, and more, making it an arduous process for the lightning to leave. Instead of forcing it out, let it out. Relax and work with yourself, not against.”
A finger gave the brooch upon her chest a tap, or in other words, her heart. “The battery jogging your life force is here, so pretend that’s where all of the ferocious lightning is being produced. Draw an imaginary line through yourself from the starting point to your fingertips, remembering to stay limber and loose, opening the passages for that force to travel within.” Rosalina acted out exactly what she taught. That finger led down her brooch, across her arm, her forearm, to wrist, hands, and finally, “Then once it’s made it to the exit, open the doors for it and push it out!”
“ HAAUH? But findin’ another path is SOOOO EXHAAUUSTING. Punchin’ the obstacle usually always works! But, ach, s’not-a like there isn’t-a any other way, issa there... ”
💣}} For once in his life, Wario actually listened intently to what Rosalina had to say, actually taking the time to think about what she was explaining. Because despite everything, she was right, wasn’t she? He really wasn’t thinking when the Wario Bowl happened. He wasn’t focusing on his power at all when they’d suddenly emerged-- he was too occupied by the excitement, the adrenaline! He had a goal that time and he wanted to reach it! The portly man nods enthusiastically as he’d understood, before quirking a brow when the other motions him to stand up along with her.
“ Eh? We doing yoga or somthing? I thought-a we were talkin’ and-a trainin’ n stuff...but alrighty! ”
He stretches his arms high up in the air as he gets up unto his feet, before stretching them to his sides. Whether he really wanted to go through this exercise or not, it wouldn’t hurt to go along with it regardless!
“ ’COURSE I don’t-a like bein’ bossed around! So I guess that-a makes a lotta sense... I’m basically bossin’ myself then, yah?! WAHAHAHAHA!!! ”
For some reason, he found that funny.
His expression quickly quickly took a turn however, becoming serious as Rosalina continued. All her metaphorical nonsense... sort of just entered his ear and out the other, but he did understand what actions she wanted him to do! Tilting his head, he wiggles himself loose before taking a deep breath and placing his index finger over his chest, his free arm outstretched to his side. And as his finger slowly but surely traces its way from his chest, to his arm, and then his wrist, his heartbeat quickens as...
“ HOW DO I OPEN THE DOORS? WHAT IF IT DOESN’T COME OUT?! ”
wario oh my god you were so close you stupid bumbling f
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