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[Open | Some people just can't sit still]
Who: Bishop + You
When: February
Where: Aefenglom
What: Exploring, info gathering, maybe making fronds?
Warnings: None, will update
I. Day Time
A. Early Morning - Sound of Body, sound of Mind
[The early morning fog just started to dissipate when he set out and the morning sun had yet to crest over the horizon, but it's presence was felt as everything was coated in the indigo film of dawn. He woke up at the same time and goes through the same morning routine, a quick shower and a hearty breakfast followed by rigorous exercise, even being in another world isn't another excuse to neglect his training.
There was more to this than just staying fit, one crucial for his survival. His limits have changed and for the first time in a very, very long time, he felt...human. Gone were was the demonic speed and strength he had and so was the magic he was accustomed to but he couldn't let this stop him, he has to adapt. First up is a jog through the city with random bursts that lead into free running, sometimes heading up and across rooftops, or through series of obstacles and tight spaces. It's amusing if you're up at that hour and happen to be watching, perhaps you may even want to come along. If you can keep up that is.]
B. Morning - Sword and Spirit as one
[The second is to sharpen his mind and what better way to do that than with his sword. It's brighter now that the sun has come out to play and he's seen fit to practice in a park, going through the various forms his teacher so liberally beat into his body and soul.
The katana cut through the air like a silver star across the night sky, each form getting more and more complex with the motions going from the precise, to the elegant, and then to the inevitable violent end of his imaginary opponent. Are you simply an on looker fascinated by the display, or maybe a swordsman looking for a quick spar? Come and test your mettle.]
C. Noon - Food for the Soul
[By the time he'd cleaned himself up the lunch time rush had just come around and everyone you go seems to be full. Restaurants and cafes are filled wall to wall with humans and monsters. Getting a chair, less on a table, seems like a dream away.]
Kinda like a can of sardines, right?
[Bishop says as he stands next to you patiently waiting for a table.]
Listen, if you don't mind that is, would you like to share a table? Look - [He gestures to the staff.] - it looks like they're prioritizing groups. Might have a better chance of getting a table sooner if we tell 'em we'll share.
[What say you, o new hungry friend?]
II. Afternoon to Night
D. Afternoon - A person's a person, no matter how small
[Walking along the Harbor District one would stand to find many a curious thing. For most it would be the Sly Seadog, some it'd be the factories, but for Bishop it was the orphanages and how they were right next to a factory.]
Working in the factory for chump change, I'm sure.
[He says with a particularly bland tone, as if he lacked interest in the whole matter.]
Owned by someone with a fat wallet that's too scared to lose weight.
[He moved from one orphanage to the other, greeting and entertaining the children who approached him with a smile and story to amaze and amuse. Later, as the last of day coats the sky purple and golden orange, he found himself at the Seadog with a drink sighing or shaking his head in disapproval of something.]
I guess somethings stay the same wherever you go, huh?
E. Evening to Midnight - A human being is only breath and shadow
[While the red light district was amusing and all, and while somethings certainly were more interesting than others, but the weirdness of the whole situation still hasn't quite settled on him so none of the fun stuff that visiting the red light district entails for now. He does however take this time to greet and show his face to the lady workers of the district and some other, rather shady, individuals should you happen to be in the area as well. Shh. He won't tell.
As the night carried on, however, Bishop grew less and less present and seemingly just vanished from the public view. At least that's what it felt like. Throughout the city, should you be walking around in the dead of night, you may just feel someone watching you from somewhere. There's also the sounds of the on goings of the night, the clatter of some fallen object, the creak of the rusty hinges of a door, the echoes of a heavy boot or shoe walking down the street, or maybe even the sound of your own heart beating in your ears.
Look to the shadows friend and stare into the abyss. Who knows? You might just find someone staring back.]
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When: February
Where: Aefenglom
What: Exploring, info gathering, maybe making fronds?
Warnings: None, will update
I. Day Time
A. Early Morning - Sound of Body, sound of Mind
[The early morning fog just started to dissipate when he set out and the morning sun had yet to crest over the horizon, but it's presence was felt as everything was coated in the indigo film of dawn. He woke up at the same time and goes through the same morning routine, a quick shower and a hearty breakfast followed by rigorous exercise, even being in another world isn't another excuse to neglect his training.
There was more to this than just staying fit, one crucial for his survival. His limits have changed and for the first time in a very, very long time, he felt...human. Gone were was the demonic speed and strength he had and so was the magic he was accustomed to but he couldn't let this stop him, he has to adapt. First up is a jog through the city with random bursts that lead into free running, sometimes heading up and across rooftops, or through series of obstacles and tight spaces. It's amusing if you're up at that hour and happen to be watching, perhaps you may even want to come along. If you can keep up that is.]
B. Morning - Sword and Spirit as one
[The second is to sharpen his mind and what better way to do that than with his sword. It's brighter now that the sun has come out to play and he's seen fit to practice in a park, going through the various forms his teacher so liberally beat into his body and soul.
The katana cut through the air like a silver star across the night sky, each form getting more and more complex with the motions going from the precise, to the elegant, and then to the inevitable violent end of his imaginary opponent. Are you simply an on looker fascinated by the display, or maybe a swordsman looking for a quick spar? Come and test your mettle.]
C. Noon - Food for the Soul
[By the time he'd cleaned himself up the lunch time rush had just come around and everyone you go seems to be full. Restaurants and cafes are filled wall to wall with humans and monsters. Getting a chair, less on a table, seems like a dream away.]
Kinda like a can of sardines, right?
[Bishop says as he stands next to you patiently waiting for a table.]
Listen, if you don't mind that is, would you like to share a table? Look - [He gestures to the staff.] - it looks like they're prioritizing groups. Might have a better chance of getting a table sooner if we tell 'em we'll share.
[What say you, o new hungry friend?]
II. Afternoon to Night
D. Afternoon - A person's a person, no matter how small
[Walking along the Harbor District one would stand to find many a curious thing. For most it would be the Sly Seadog, some it'd be the factories, but for Bishop it was the orphanages and how they were right next to a factory.]
Working in the factory for chump change, I'm sure.
[He says with a particularly bland tone, as if he lacked interest in the whole matter.]
Owned by someone with a fat wallet that's too scared to lose weight.
[He moved from one orphanage to the other, greeting and entertaining the children who approached him with a smile and story to amaze and amuse. Later, as the last of day coats the sky purple and golden orange, he found himself at the Seadog with a drink sighing or shaking his head in disapproval of something.]
I guess somethings stay the same wherever you go, huh?
E. Evening to Midnight - A human being is only breath and shadow
[While the red light district was amusing and all, and while somethings certainly were more interesting than others, but the weirdness of the whole situation still hasn't quite settled on him so none of the fun stuff that visiting the red light district entails for now. He does however take this time to greet and show his face to the lady workers of the district and some other, rather shady, individuals should you happen to be in the area as well. Shh. He won't tell.
As the night carried on, however, Bishop grew less and less present and seemingly just vanished from the public view. At least that's what it felt like. Throughout the city, should you be walking around in the dead of night, you may just feel someone watching you from somewhere. There's also the sounds of the on goings of the night, the clatter of some fallen object, the creak of the rusty hinges of a door, the echoes of a heavy boot or shoe walking down the street, or maybe even the sound of your own heart beating in your ears.
Look to the shadows friend and stare into the abyss. Who knows? You might just find someone staring back.]
F. Wildcard
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[While his mentor was stern, she was also gentle, kind, and wise. He remembers each blow she struck on his body and each word that echoed in his soul.]
The frustration you're feeling, that's the sign that you have the strength to continue and like I said, you will yield results and they'll speak volumes of your effort.
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I hope so. I'm going to keep trying. I don't have anything I can do when the people I care about get hurt if I can't get this world's magic to work for me.
no subject
Only after will he kill them.]If I may add a little of my magic know-how to your cup. This is knowledge from my world but, listening to how you describe it the practice may not be too different. The person who taught me that while there are theories and such, magic is still dependent on your imagination and ability to visualize it. Maybe later you should try to visualize you casting the spell succeeding or just imagine the result and focus on that. It's how I did it when I still had my powers.
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Leslie likes this order of events.]Imagination and visualization.... Fugo showed me how to take a piece of my magic like pulling on a thread to put some of the energy somewhere, and I've been practicing that, but when it comes to turning that magic into anything, it always falls to pieces while I'm thinking about the....
[She trails off.]
...Oh. Is it just that? That I was imagining the two parts one at a time, instead of simultaneously?
[She may have had a breakthrough, even if trying to imagine two parts at once is going to take more practice.]
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Could be. Only one way to find out, right? Cast a spell, here and now. Something small to test out you're new found theory.
[He doesn't know who this Fugo is, but he's thankful for giving her that advice.]
no subject
Um. Are you sure? If I do something really wrong, I don't know what would happen. What if you got hurt?
[Granted, her experience with spells not doing what they're supposed to have mostly resulted in them fizzling out, but she's been doing all of her practicing at the Coven just in case.]
no subject
[He smiles confidently, eager to see what she's made of.]
You can do it! Be brave! Be bold!
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The lecturers say that it is easier to cast a spell with an incantation and that it is best to go with what makes you most comfortable, like what you might have used back home. Except, back home, she'd always used non-verbal magic back home -- and so did everyone else, as far as she knew. So it feels weird to do it and she mumbles under her breath, though he might be able to make it out.]
I want to make a light that isn't made of fire, so that I can see in the dark.
[Simple is best!! Okay, take a strand of magic and, at the same time, move it in the way that is needed for a spell like this....
Trying to keep track of three different things (speaking, providing magic power, and moving it through the steps she's been taught for a spell like this) is difficult, especially when she hasn't ever done it before.
In her head, she pictured a small floating ball of light to gently light the area around her. Instead, she gets something more like a big sparkler, sparks flying off in every direction.
Lucky for her, she did manage to make it light and not fire, so none of the sparks actually have any weight or heat to them. She doesn't recognize that yet, and holds out her hands as far from her body as she can, trying to aim it away from the two of them.]
Whoa, whoa whoa whoa, that isn't supposed to happen!
[It will only last for about twenty seconds, but right now, Leslie is freaking out a bit.]
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He can almost see the gears of her imagination beginning to turn after she made her declaration, probably some sort of incantation to focus her mind he suspects, and as the spell takes effect in the display of fantastic sparkles Bishop jolted in surprise.
He goes from sitting to kneeling and reaches out to put both hands on her shoulders, steady but gentle to let her know he's there.]
Okay! That was a good attempt. Wanna try again? I'll help this time.