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[right][h3]  [color=fdc68a]"Zodo...my favorite."  [/color][/h3][/right]

The young man savored the sweet, gold-orange smoke that hugged his lungs for a brief moment. His eyelids gradually lowered to a rest, half down the white of his eye, which was now turning a reddish-pink. Between his thumb and index finger, now relaxing by the side of his frame, was a thick, rolled blunt, wrapped in some sort of mango paper. The paper was thick and sticky; it not only smelled, but also tasted like the islander's favorite fruit. Yet, the orange smoke that now circled his head was caused by the actual herb within the blunt. The dense, but bloomy Zodiac Lotus was a vibrant mix of crimson and orange bud. It stuck together with a crystalline dew, adding a golden shimmer to the herb. Its outward beauty was only but a testament to its appeal, especially to Xavian's people. Unlike the cannabinoid he was previously enjoying, this herb was known for its hard hitting, psychedelic elevation. Xavian held a blunt worthy of being called a cigar ~ one that was a third of the way finished, but had lasted for about four days already. The powerful nature of the Zodiac Lotus called for only about 2 - or for the more curious, 3 - long hits. 3 was the occasional dosage for Xavian. Or at least it was now, he decided, as he lifted the blunt to his lips. His mouth gently wrapped around the wrap and he drew in a gentle stream of air, smoothly guiding the thick, aromatic smoke into his inner airways. He felt the heat brush his throat, while the dew washed over it like a sweet honey. 

Around him, the crowds had grown stronger. The numbers increased to the point in which the warehouse appeared packed. Xavian had slowly walked near to the center of one of the most frontal masses of people. There, he had found a little pocket of space, one which the surrounding people let him safely occupy due to his well-sized build. As the last cloud of smoke escaped his lips, he could sense his mood changing to one of blissful neutrality. He did indulge in a faint euphoria that tickled the back of his conscience. However, what was more important was the fact that he could feel, within him, a stirring energy. One, that like always, resonated, almost as if a part of something much greater. He usually could not feel this deep vibrato, except on select occasion while on the Zodo herb itself. Naturally, he wondered if it was a sound that he was deaf to by default, unlike the others around him, who clearly held some magical potential. 

The herb's effects began settling in just as the crowd seemed to jump up in excitement at the speaker's words. He could feel strong forces pulling him towards certain directions. He compared his physical presence to that of a magnet in a sea of distant magnets. However, what little "magnetic" force he did feel, he accredited to some innate, minimal life that did dwell within him. Of course, there was some depth to the manner in which this "energy" worked. He had no clue, but being an organic unit himself, he believed that it was not beyond his understanding. If one could feel it, one could question it. 

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Suddenly, his vision began shifting as the trip picked up the pace. He slowly returned his hand to a small tube strapped to his belt. He dropped the blunt into the tube and popped the slide cap back on. Around him, time seemed to slow as colors came to life, moving and dancing as if they had some sort of dimensional presence. Images blended together; at this point, Xavian conceded that his sense of sight was not the tool guiding his body through the crowd. No, he was relying on something else. It was an illusive synesthesia of complex nature: he acted, moved, and performed to every impulse with a unified sense. Gone was sight, smell, hearing, taste, and touch. It was replaced by an ancient instinct, one most likely established when life was simply a coincidence of matter. All he could sense was energy. 

On the outside, he seemed fined. Maybe a little stoned, as his eyes were low and his movements relaxed and fluid. But no one could tell, that from within, he was experiencing a huge influx of energy every time the crowd cried out in unison, responding to whoever held the mic. He looked to the right, feeling the presence of some sort of otherworldy creature. It must have been a Lycenti. The energy was solid, unlike his. Yet the volume of energy was so great, he felt shaken by the thought of holding such power. Xavian relaxed a little, feeling he was having a power trip in which he desired to experience such high volumes of energy. Just as he began to shift his focus back onto the speaker, something struck the back of his calf at a high speed. He slowly looked down wards and noticed a [url=http://www.allenergyrocks.com/msc/avactis-images/SquareAmethystGeodeBlessed1.4.jpg]strange rock[/url] situated between his shoes. 

He picked up the rock and examined it, almost losing himself in the patterns on the object. He wasn't sure what it looked like, but he could feel that it was beautiful. Strong, too, possibly. [color=fdc68a]"Dis feels... like tuition money, ya feel?"[/color] he chuckled as he spoke to himself in a raspy voice. He moved the rock over in his hand, feeling it out. He had realized that such an item was rather valuable. It had struck him during a moment in which the crowd stirred - a moment that seemed to continue now, as people bumped into Xavian. 

Within the little rowdy spur, Xavi felt someone brush past his figure. In that moment, he had first assumed the rock was snatched from his hand. However, when the crowd relaxed and he still held it within his hand, he realized it was a little pulse given off by the rock.[color=fdc68a]"Oh my... de ting do magic, too!"[/color] he said with a tight smile forming at the corner of his mouth. 

Still feeling influenced by the Zodiac Lotus, Xavian felt no need to stop and force himself to think of the best solution. It was just a rock, after all. Maybe it belonged to someone or maybe he was just too high and was admiring a basic stone. Whatever the case, he figured the best thing to do, in case it was someone's item, was to hold it up for them to notice it. From a distance, however, due to the fact that his whole hand covered the rather small rock, it would appear that he was raising his hand.