Say, @HHShetland, do you think you're going to have Dyno end up stopping by Tir's place in your next one? I need to figure out what I intend to do with her at the moment.
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"No, no, it's just..." Ma'tanza began quickly, though she too was having a difficult time finding the right words. "Ma'tanza likes you, Tzirret, she does. But...love is a very big thing to her. It is something you're supposed to build over months, or years. It's supposed to be something you're so certain of that it would seem insane to question it. Ma'tanza, she likes you, but she doesn't know if she feels that...strongly about you. Please, don't be upset, this one still really likes you, she just...is so unsure."
Ma'tanza lowered her head, then walked up alongside Tzirret just as he turned away. She placed her hand lightly on his shoulder, then turned him back towards her. "Maybe...maybe love isn't quite the same where you're from. Maybe it isn't as strong as Ma'tanza sees it. You weren't completely wrong with your judgement of Ma'tanza. You're not like other boys; you're so nice and...interesting. She can't say she loves you, but there is...something."
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Meesei nodded. "I can give you a minute or two to allow you to recharge somewhat, but the point of this exercise is to use my spells to sustain your ward. For obvious reasons, it is a skill that can save your life."
Just as she said, Meesei allowed Sabine a few minutes to rest, but she did not intend to allow her to regenerate too much of her magicka. She allowed her only enough time to be able to create a simple ward before she once again readies a restoration spell in her hand. "Remember your lessons. The magicka in my spell is no different from the magicka in yours, so once it hits your ward, it is yours to manipulate. You need to be quick, but you can redirect the burst of energy back into yourself. Now, let us try again."
Ma'tanza lowered her head, then walked up alongside Tzirret just as he turned away. She placed her hand lightly on his shoulder, then turned him back towards her. "Maybe...maybe love isn't quite the same where you're from. Maybe it isn't as strong as Ma'tanza sees it. You weren't completely wrong with your judgement of Ma'tanza. You're not like other boys; you're so nice and...interesting. She can't say she loves you, but there is...something."
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Meesei nodded. "I can give you a minute or two to allow you to recharge somewhat, but the point of this exercise is to use my spells to sustain your ward. For obvious reasons, it is a skill that can save your life."
Just as she said, Meesei allowed Sabine a few minutes to rest, but she did not intend to allow her to regenerate too much of her magicka. She allowed her only enough time to be able to create a simple ward before she once again readies a restoration spell in her hand. "Remember your lessons. The magicka in my spell is no different from the magicka in yours, so once it hits your ward, it is yours to manipulate. You need to be quick, but you can redirect the burst of energy back into yourself. Now, let us try again."
I forgot to mention that I was going to be home very late today. I'll respond when I'm able.
Hearing the emotion in his voice, Tzirret had Ma’tanza’s full attention throughout his explanation. Knowing how he had obtained it, and what he had been through, told her what it meant to him. He said that she deserved to have it, which, given the context, was flattering enough to briefly bring a smile to her face. However, there was one word which he said that gave her pause. Her expression became nervous, almost frightened.
“L-loves?” Ma’tanza repeated. She looked down at the pendant, clutching it tightly in her hands as she went over again in her mind what he had just explained to her. “Give it to someone you…love? Ma’tanza likes the pendant; it is beautiful. And…she likes you. Tzirret is kind, and treats Ma’tanza differently from a lot of boys. But…love?”
Ma’tanza was now breathing almost as heavily as Tzirret himself, though her fear was of a slightly different source than his. “Ma’tanza…cannot say she loves Tzirret. She doesn’t know you that well. It has only been a few…weeks since we met. She…she doesn’t want to disappoint you, Tzirret. Ma’tanza doesn’t want to hurt you. It’s just…love is a lot, Tzirret. This one likes you, a lot, but she doesn’t want to say she loves you if she doesn’t know that it’s true.”
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Meesei observed the wave of ice Sabine produced without any particular reaction, until it had dissipated. At that point, Meesei gave her an encouraging smile. “Exciting, is it not? To push yourself to your fullest limits, just to test your potential. Though, despite the…theatrics of such spells, they are far from the most impressive displays of magic possible, at least in my opinion. Adding more raw power to a spell is something that any mage can do. However, it is good for providing a good visual demonstration of where you are in your training. You have accomplished much in the past three or four years, likely more than you give yourself credit for. With enough time, I have no doubt you will become a mage to surpass even me.”
After giving Sabine a few moments to take in her words, Meesei’s smile turned to more of a grin. “Now, you have likely just drained most of your magicka, and have not had much time at all to restore it, so…put up a ward.” She instructed as her hand began to glow with the light of a restore stamina spell. It was not a damaging spell, but a ward would still block it all the same.
“While it is something you should do your best to avoid, it is inevitable that you will find yourself in combat while low on magicka. Wards are great defensive spells, but can be draining on your magicka reserves. You recall the previous lessons I have given you on how to make your wards absorb some of the energy of the spells they block, yes? Now, we are going to practice that technique. You will need to use the energy of my spells to sustain your ward.” Meesei explained.
“L-loves?” Ma’tanza repeated. She looked down at the pendant, clutching it tightly in her hands as she went over again in her mind what he had just explained to her. “Give it to someone you…love? Ma’tanza likes the pendant; it is beautiful. And…she likes you. Tzirret is kind, and treats Ma’tanza differently from a lot of boys. But…love?”
Ma’tanza was now breathing almost as heavily as Tzirret himself, though her fear was of a slightly different source than his. “Ma’tanza…cannot say she loves Tzirret. She doesn’t know you that well. It has only been a few…weeks since we met. She…she doesn’t want to disappoint you, Tzirret. Ma’tanza doesn’t want to hurt you. It’s just…love is a lot, Tzirret. This one likes you, a lot, but she doesn’t want to say she loves you if she doesn’t know that it’s true.”
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Meesei observed the wave of ice Sabine produced without any particular reaction, until it had dissipated. At that point, Meesei gave her an encouraging smile. “Exciting, is it not? To push yourself to your fullest limits, just to test your potential. Though, despite the…theatrics of such spells, they are far from the most impressive displays of magic possible, at least in my opinion. Adding more raw power to a spell is something that any mage can do. However, it is good for providing a good visual demonstration of where you are in your training. You have accomplished much in the past three or four years, likely more than you give yourself credit for. With enough time, I have no doubt you will become a mage to surpass even me.”
After giving Sabine a few moments to take in her words, Meesei’s smile turned to more of a grin. “Now, you have likely just drained most of your magicka, and have not had much time at all to restore it, so…put up a ward.” She instructed as her hand began to glow with the light of a restore stamina spell. It was not a damaging spell, but a ward would still block it all the same.
“While it is something you should do your best to avoid, it is inevitable that you will find yourself in combat while low on magicka. Wards are great defensive spells, but can be draining on your magicka reserves. You recall the previous lessons I have given you on how to make your wards absorb some of the energy of the spells they block, yes? Now, we are going to practice that technique. You will need to use the energy of my spells to sustain your ward.” Meesei explained.
The Human woman was still angry, and overall distressed, but Voira’s response had at least served to validate her anger towards the AI enough that she was content seething in silence. For most of the passengers on the shuttle, any stress created by the brief shouting match was eclipsed by worry over the approaching craft, even more so when the entirety of their convoy on the ground and in the air suddenly stopped. Fortunately, when the gunships came into what would have been attack range, they did not fire, nor show other signs of hostility. Instead, half of the gunships, which seemed to have been outfitted for cargo transport, landed next to their ground vehicles. Turian soldiers emerged from the transports and, from what Avatar could gather through the external cameras, seemed to be moving the supplies and people from the ground transports onto the gunships. It was a process that took half an hour to complete, during which time no information was given to any of the civilians aboard the other shuttles.
After the gunships were loaded, the shuttles and their gunship escort took off at as high of a speed and as low of an altitude as they could sustain, leaving all of the now-empty ground transports behind. Presumably, they were evacuating to safety, but Avatar could not any prediction with reasonable certainty as to their destination. There were no official allied military bases on record on the planet, and indeed, no settlements at all along their current bearing. They had two full hours of low altitude flight above largely unexplored sections of the planet before their aerial convoy finally slowed its pace to an approach velocity over a thick, tropical jungle.
For those that could see of the windows, their destination finally became clear. The Turian cruiser Intrepid was before them, sitting atop the fallen trees it had crushed in its emergency landing. However, even a cursory visual observation revealed that its structural integrity was nothing short of critical. On just the side of the ship facing the shuttle, Avatar counted fourteen hull breaches of sufficient size to cause the loss of pressurization in multiple compartments, and an indeterminate number of smaller breaches. If the other side of the ship possessed a similar level of damage, then the ship’s energy shielding system would not have been sufficient to completely retain atmosphere. The largest of the breaches which were visible cut the lettering of the word Intrepid written across the side of the vessel in half, and stretched across multiple decks. Avatar could not accurately estimate the extent of the ship’s internal damage, but the probability of the vessel still being capable of operation within a vacuum was less than 0.5%.
On their approach, their shuttle’s pilot finally spoke up over the shuttle’s speakers to address his passengers. “Okay…I’m being told that we’re going to land in the ship’s hanger, but that we should all stay put in the shuttle until one of their people can get to us and take us where we need to go.”
After the gunships were loaded, the shuttles and their gunship escort took off at as high of a speed and as low of an altitude as they could sustain, leaving all of the now-empty ground transports behind. Presumably, they were evacuating to safety, but Avatar could not any prediction with reasonable certainty as to their destination. There were no official allied military bases on record on the planet, and indeed, no settlements at all along their current bearing. They had two full hours of low altitude flight above largely unexplored sections of the planet before their aerial convoy finally slowed its pace to an approach velocity over a thick, tropical jungle.
For those that could see of the windows, their destination finally became clear. The Turian cruiser Intrepid was before them, sitting atop the fallen trees it had crushed in its emergency landing. However, even a cursory visual observation revealed that its structural integrity was nothing short of critical. On just the side of the ship facing the shuttle, Avatar counted fourteen hull breaches of sufficient size to cause the loss of pressurization in multiple compartments, and an indeterminate number of smaller breaches. If the other side of the ship possessed a similar level of damage, then the ship’s energy shielding system would not have been sufficient to completely retain atmosphere. The largest of the breaches which were visible cut the lettering of the word Intrepid written across the side of the vessel in half, and stretched across multiple decks. Avatar could not accurately estimate the extent of the ship’s internal damage, but the probability of the vessel still being capable of operation within a vacuum was less than 0.5%.
On their approach, their shuttle’s pilot finally spoke up over the shuttle’s speakers to address his passengers. “Okay…I’m being told that we’re going to land in the ship’s hanger, but that we should all stay put in the shuttle until one of their people can get to us and take us where we need to go.”
@Fallenreaper, I have about 3.5 hours free right now if we are able to do anything with that collab.
Ma'tanza had been in the water when Tzirret called out her name, but as she was essentially finished cleaning herself, she climbed out to meet him on the riverbank. She was expecting him to give some sort of explanation to whatever this was that he wanted to give her, but to her surprise, he simply placed it into her hand.
There were a few moments of silence as Ma'tanza looked down and examined the pendant in her hand. She seemed to be curious, tracing her claw lightly over the carving. Certainly, the pendant was well-made, but it was not the item itself that had the majority of her curiosity. She wanted to know why he was giving it to her, and why he seemed so nervous about it. "It's...a pendant. Made of bone, right? It looks very nice, but...why are you giving it to Ma'tanza?"
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Meesei gave a light chuckle. "And practice you shall. A single, well-placed ice spike can kill outright, but a good hit anywhere can cripple an opponent. I encourage you to practice consistency on your own. If you can hit in roughly the same spot as you are focusing every time, then you just need to be able to place your focus in the right spot, and shoot the spike at the right time. But, for the moment, I would like to move on to another kind of frost attack: the larger, slower frost storms. I want to see the absolute, most powerful storm of frost you can manage. Show me the limit of what you can accomplish with your current abilities." She said, gesturing towards the tree.
There were a few moments of silence as Ma'tanza looked down and examined the pendant in her hand. She seemed to be curious, tracing her claw lightly over the carving. Certainly, the pendant was well-made, but it was not the item itself that had the majority of her curiosity. She wanted to know why he was giving it to her, and why he seemed so nervous about it. "It's...a pendant. Made of bone, right? It looks very nice, but...why are you giving it to Ma'tanza?"
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Meesei gave a light chuckle. "And practice you shall. A single, well-placed ice spike can kill outright, but a good hit anywhere can cripple an opponent. I encourage you to practice consistency on your own. If you can hit in roughly the same spot as you are focusing every time, then you just need to be able to place your focus in the right spot, and shoot the spike at the right time. But, for the moment, I would like to move on to another kind of frost attack: the larger, slower frost storms. I want to see the absolute, most powerful storm of frost you can manage. Show me the limit of what you can accomplish with your current abilities." She said, gesturing towards the tree.
Alright, goodnight.
Ma'tanza raised her brow at Tzirret curiously. "You want to give Ma'tanza something?" She repeated questioningly. Already, her mind was going over what it could possibly be, but she of course did not have any definite answer, only suspicions. Tzirret moved so frequently between displaying confidence and anxiety that she found him to be a very difficult person to read. To her, his intentions could have been anything.
"Ma'tanza can wait here, sure. She needs to scrub the rest of this blood out of her fur anyway." Ma'tanza answered before standing up and stretching out her muscles. "Just don't make this one wait too long alone, or...she will come find you." She added, giving a smile before she walked herself back into the water.
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Upon Sabine's request, Meesei stopped. Sabine's performance was not any worse than she had been expecting, but there was certainly some room for improvement. While she was moving around and acting as the target, she had also been observing her technique and looking for any flaws. Being as well-practiced as she was, Meesei knew the common pitfalls that mages tended to fall into during a fight. Some tended to focus so much on how to improve the power of the spells themselves that they did not put enough effort into learning how to use them effectively.
Meesei walked over to Sabine and stood alongside her, facing out in the direction Sabine had been shooting. "Your accuracy shows promise, but your technique could use improvement. Before you can lead a target, you need to make sure your shots are consistent. It is easy to try and focus your eyes on the target and shoot ahead of them, but your shots will end up varying far too greatly. You want to make sure your shot goes exactly where your eyes are focusing, every time. If you can do that, then you can learn how to focus your vision ahead of your target the right amount to land the hit."
Meesei looked ahead towards one of the trees with an ice spike charged in her hand, then released it dead into the center of the trunk. "When you are able, I want you to try and land your ice spikes in as tight of a grouping as possible. Right on that spot. Watch my technique." She instructed. She followed through with a few more ice spikes directed at the same spot. There was some spread between her shots, of course, but they all landed in essentially the same spot.
"Ma'tanza can wait here, sure. She needs to scrub the rest of this blood out of her fur anyway." Ma'tanza answered before standing up and stretching out her muscles. "Just don't make this one wait too long alone, or...she will come find you." She added, giving a smile before she walked herself back into the water.
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Upon Sabine's request, Meesei stopped. Sabine's performance was not any worse than she had been expecting, but there was certainly some room for improvement. While she was moving around and acting as the target, she had also been observing her technique and looking for any flaws. Being as well-practiced as she was, Meesei knew the common pitfalls that mages tended to fall into during a fight. Some tended to focus so much on how to improve the power of the spells themselves that they did not put enough effort into learning how to use them effectively.
Meesei walked over to Sabine and stood alongside her, facing out in the direction Sabine had been shooting. "Your accuracy shows promise, but your technique could use improvement. Before you can lead a target, you need to make sure your shots are consistent. It is easy to try and focus your eyes on the target and shoot ahead of them, but your shots will end up varying far too greatly. You want to make sure your shot goes exactly where your eyes are focusing, every time. If you can do that, then you can learn how to focus your vision ahead of your target the right amount to land the hit."
Meesei looked ahead towards one of the trees with an ice spike charged in her hand, then released it dead into the center of the trunk. "When you are able, I want you to try and land your ice spikes in as tight of a grouping as possible. Right on that spot. Watch my technique." She instructed. She followed through with a few more ice spikes directed at the same spot. There was some spread between her shots, of course, but they all landed in essentially the same spot.
Ma'tanza nodded. "Yes, there are a lot of werewolves in the clan, and wrestling is a good way to pass the time. This one has had a lot of friends in the clan other than Bheja and Qa'habi, especially before the attack. But, winning against a werewolf is difficult. There are some werelions Ma'tanza knows who can do it reliably by being quick enough, but this one has never been that good at fighting with her hands. She isn't the strongest, or most fit person in the clan. Ma'tanza can fight with magic, if she has to.
Grinning, Ma'tanza reached out and lightly punched Tzirret's shoulder. "You're lucky Ma'tanza was in her beast form. If she had turned back to normal, she'd have made you into a statue."
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Meesei clenched her hand into a fist, which she quickly surrounded in a small cloud of frost. "I see. Frost can be potent in several ways. You can create a veritable blizzard of frost, or concentrate it into a fine point to create a spike of ice that can pierce like an arrow. It is important that you be competent will all elements of destruction, but choosing an aspect on which to concentrate will allow you to learn abilities you would not be able to obtain otherwise. At least, not any time soon. Today's lesson is going to focus strongly on combat, and I believe we will start with a more...mundane aspect of magic."
Meesei took a few steps back from Sabine, away from the direction of camp. "It does not matter how strong or fast an ice spike is if it misses its target. You need to be able to be precise against a moving target, so what I would like for you to do is attempt to hit me with a few ice spikes. I will ward and move around between the trees; you attempt to hit me as many times as possible."
Stepping back even farther, Meesei put out her hand and began projecting a ward. "Whenever you are ready."
Grinning, Ma'tanza reached out and lightly punched Tzirret's shoulder. "You're lucky Ma'tanza was in her beast form. If she had turned back to normal, she'd have made you into a statue."
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Meesei clenched her hand into a fist, which she quickly surrounded in a small cloud of frost. "I see. Frost can be potent in several ways. You can create a veritable blizzard of frost, or concentrate it into a fine point to create a spike of ice that can pierce like an arrow. It is important that you be competent will all elements of destruction, but choosing an aspect on which to concentrate will allow you to learn abilities you would not be able to obtain otherwise. At least, not any time soon. Today's lesson is going to focus strongly on combat, and I believe we will start with a more...mundane aspect of magic."
Meesei took a few steps back from Sabine, away from the direction of camp. "It does not matter how strong or fast an ice spike is if it misses its target. You need to be able to be precise against a moving target, so what I would like for you to do is attempt to hit me with a few ice spikes. I will ward and move around between the trees; you attempt to hit me as many times as possible."
Stepping back even farther, Meesei put out her hand and began projecting a ward. "Whenever you are ready."
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