Time to Begin to live

slides this all up on yalls dashes again

‘I mean… that makes sense. If pe9ple already have p9wer, and I g9t p9wer fr9m s9mewhere else, it’s like… putting tw9 cats t9gether with9ut familiarizing them first, right?’

"Yeah kinda- but you can also gently seperate em in different ablution blocks." He held out his hand and magic flowed from within him to his palm and pooled there in a glow- it was purple, it burned the same colour as his eyes. "This is the voodoo- its all church magic wrapped up in my own psionics and supported by them, you can taste my gods' laughter in it." He closed his hand, pulling that power back, taking a moment to settle himself, and then his eyes changed, they turned a dark almost black green but still somehow glowing, and he opened his hand to show a ball of green energy there swirling on itself. "-And this is my aspect power- it tastes like thunderstorms over the seas" He smiled distantly. "- But I got them both seperately, learned how to use them seperately, at different times."

how are yall gonna share this all and not mention that the muppet with the fraggle rack is named Arieola Borealis

every single addition to this post caused additional psychic damage i hit 0hp at ‘fraggle rack’

hah. certainly didn't die well. or live well for that matter

I probably wouldnt fair terribly well my own self, but I've managed to live so far, despite not thinkin I'd make it to 10

strange indeed...

I hear it aint kind to those who dont die .. well

’it felt… weird? Like trying t9 pat y9ur head and ru6 y9ur st9mach at the same time, if trying t9 d9 that hurt a little.’

you shake your head, and once you’re done coughing you go for the water. ‘Is that uh… is that… n9rmal?’

"No I caint say I've seen someone break out in a coughing fit trying to grasp their power before- what did it feel like, I caint see that part." He asked, he was both concerned and extremely curious.

you reach out and do your best to gently cradle the chaotic power inside you, and immediately start coughing badly.

Stormy blinks startledly and gently pats him on the back, concerned. "sib are you alright-? Here you have water--"

‘I… can feel s9mething.’ It’s by turns warm and cold, soft and sharp, thrashing and still. It’s faint, and conflicted, but it’s there.

"Good, thats good. - now like your breath, in the way you breath out, I want you to make this energy flow down your arms and to your hands, it might take some coaxing just to get it flowing, spend a moment just getting a feel for how it moves in your body, and try." He told him, watching thoughfully, ears perked. He might have to demonstrate, and he can, but this was the first step, just calling the power, just holding it.

that’s a pretty easy ask. Once you get focused on physical sensations, it’s hard to think about anything else. You do what you’re instructed to, and hope you don’t fall asleep. You’re still kind of tired from last night’s roughness.

"Power is inside you, it flows through you like your breath, can you feel it? The way it pulses and flows with heartbeat? Can you follow the flow of that power with your minds eye like you follow your breath?" He kept his voice soft, prompting, guiding, hes taught this class a million times, if theres power- given or original, inside him, he can bring it out.. it may take a few tries, but this was a Vantas and a Warlock, there would be power there.

strange... whose pact? you make it sound like someone did this to keep captors specifically from moving on

not just them- you just happen to be one of the twelve blood lines i know is pacted, theres another few from my session too but that dont matter. your pact was made by an heiress tryin to save her friends, not Her, mine was also made that way, but a different heiress

‘ yes! I’m a warl9ck, I made a deal- I needed the a6ility t9 run away really g99d. And I g9t it.’ You shrug. ‘It’s pretty instincual 6y n9w. It d9esn’t like… feel like magic, I guess? It’s just a thing I can d9 n9w.’

"Bein able to run away real good is.. good, its good I'm glad you can do that" he patted him on the shoulder. "Now lets teacha a bit more about how to use magic and call it up on purpose to do things besides just gate- we'll see how fast this goes, cause we're starting from the beginning." A breath in. and out. Escape. Good. He could escape. That was good. "-sit up straight and set your hands in front of you on the table, palms up. I want you to breath in through your mouth, and consentrate on th feelin of breath as it passes through your mouth, and your throat and into your lungs and fills them.. hold it there for a moment, then slowly breath out through your nose. Dont try to think or not think about anything in particular, just feel the way the air flows through you, in and out."

‘I’m 9k with just water, hah. H9nestly it might 6e nice, since m9ving in with Mituna it’s 6een m9stly energy drinks and gat9rade.’ you smile at him. You could help if you knew what he was thinking- you’ve been there. Not as bad as him perhaps, but you do know an intrusive thought spiral when you see one. If you could see one.

He produced a bottle of water from his sylladex and sat it down next to him, it had one of those push up and down tops sealed with a little cap on top of them. "I caint have caffeine so mostly I drink water or at hive cause you cant trust baristas and cashiers no ways to give you the right drinks- but I did learn to make em taste however I want, thats an advanced spell though, a kinda glamour" A cleansing breath in through his nose and slowly out through his mouth. There were no laughsassins, no brothers and sisters to hunt him here and now. no subjugglators to judge him. -The only one who might judge him is tthis little guy if he found out how voilent his past was. "So. Magic. You got here by gate- that shits impressive how'd you do that? You already got some magic?" He asked.

dream bubbles... is that what this is called?

yeah, when youre dead- and im guess you're a captor yeah? - most captors go to a place between worlds trapped in bubbles and memory and unable to fuckin move on cause of a pact with the horror terros