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Keeping Lazhira’s explanation in mind, Misaki attempted to make a small ball of light herself. Of course, knowing how light works scientifically, and then putting it to practice with something slightly unscientific, would prove a bit difficult, but doable. Trying to copy what Lazhira had done, Misaki would find a similar sensation as the girl had shown her, the magic flowing into the spell she was attempting to weave.
A small spark of light, no bigger than a bouncy ball would form should she eventually direct it somewhere with those thoughts in mind. Nothing impressive, and certainly not like Lazhira’s own example. The light was less intense, gentle, and almost welcoming with a small aura of rainbow colored light surrounding the core.
Perhaps Leannah should have also not decided to start with something other than just light. focusing inwards, feeling the flow of ‘mana’ within. Like water, it flowed within, gently through her body with each beat of her heart, slowly flowing from somewhere within her chest. Directing it proved simple enough, she just had to try. It was somewhat difficult at first, trying to direct it. Slowly however, it began moving as she wanted it too. Instead of simply being dispersed through her body, the energy began slowly moving towards her arm.
Her palm began heating up as the energy gathered in the point, the gentle warmness of a pleasant spring day. More energy was poured, Leannah slowly understanding the ability to not draw on too much too quickly. Soon, it reached a point where the energy flared outwards causing her to involuntarily flinch, the sound of whooshing flame igniting in the palm of her hand.
A small ball of fire, sitting right in the palm of her hand. It wasn’t quite the perfect thing she had imagined. The core wasn’t quite solid, shifting and changing, not quite able to settle. She had at least, succeeded in making a seemingly small fireball-
Before she could react, suddenly more magic began flowing into the spell. She wasn’t doing that, was she? Try as she might to calm the sudden influx of mana, she couldn’t stop it. The ball of fire began growing rapidly outwards, until it was the size of a basketball, pulsing violently and angrily as it gave off more and more heat until -
“Wha! Hey that’s dangerous!”
Was all Lazhira could say before the inevitable happened. Misaki’s might find some small amusement in proving her own thoughts correct.
There was a blinding flash of light, a loud bang.
A concussive force slammed into everyone present in the room. Leannah herself was knocked off her feet, along with various artifacts being knocked from their resting places and joining her on the ground. Thankfully, no one would seem hurt. The only who did was Leannah, who seemed to suffer small, but painful burns.
“H-hey! Are you okay!?” Lazhira shouted. “You can’t just do something like that to start with, jeez! Even I know better than to do that!”
The Roma Mob
@Pyromania99@PaulHaynek
Octavia bolted after the stick, the pup chasing after it as it sailed through the air not too far away from Nick. She leaped into the air as it sailed, catching the object in her mouth. Unfortunately, she was also not quite looking where she was going. As she landed, her feet sank into a pile of soft snow, the action catching the pup off guard and sent it tumbling face first into it, so her back legs were sticking out while she frantically tried to wiggle herself out of the predicament.
Augusta would have a fairly easy time tending to the fire. Her magic could easily light a flame, and it didn’t seem as though her magical fire couldn’t persist once it was cast upon something. All that was left for them to do really, was either wait for their companions to return, or attempt more practice at something. Rest was equally good, but perhaps honing their skills would prove beneficial in the long run.
Octavia had finally pulled herself free, shaking her head and body to fling off snow before grabbing the stick and bringing it back over to Nick, dropping it at his feet.
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@Cu Chulainn@Crimson Paladin
The fox tilted its head, almost giving the impression of taking Novak’s challenge of carrying everything at once. For a moment it looked as though it might bolt again, but instead of doing so it cautiously approached the outstretched hand and viscera that he was holding. As it was placed on the ground, the foxes tail swayed gently, sniffing the offering silently as it seemingly mulled over the offer.
Malphas’ approach caused the best to tilt its head towards him, silently observing him with its green eyes. The same feeling of force that built in his legs that one time, that lifted him above the earth and over obstacles could be felt building in his lungs. He released the energy, the words quickly following suit as they both passed his lips, giving a single command to the beast. Even as far as Novak could tell, the words were...heavy, almost. As though there was a certain weight to them. The fox however, didn’t seem too impressed. It looked up at Malphas, narrowing its eyes at him...and then dropped the fish, grabbed some of the viscera and bolted into the building through a small hole near the bottom of a wall.
Well, if there was a question about its intelligence...it did drop what it was holding. Was it mocking him?
They could follow it inside if they wished. Assuming they did, they would find the door open and no one barring them entry. Assuming the two followed it inside, they would find a somewhat surprising sight. The place seemed to be a storage hut of some sort. Immediately upon entering the smell of fish and...alcohol? Would greet them. A number of wooden boxes were stacked, fishing nets and line hanging on the walls and ceiling. Of course, this in and of itself wouldn’t be too surprising.
No, the surprising thing was the source of the alcohol smell.
A woman, at least, she looked like a woman. She was fairly short if so, not even reaching a full five feet from looking at her. Two large, furry fox ears flicked curiously at the noise they made as they entered, a large bushy tail swayed lazily behind her from where she was laying on her side on a pillow that had been placed on top of a stack of boxes. In one hand, she was holding a large bowl, the other had a long pipe, smoke gently rising from an opening on its end. Her green eyes stared at them lazily. She was dressed fairly lightly save for a large cloak covering her body seemingly of oriental design. A pair of boots had been knocked to the ground some distance away, leaving her feet exposed to the air, though she didn’t seem to mind.
“Tsk, don’t you know its rude to make so much noise? Its bad luck to interrupt someone drinking ya know.” She harrumphed, tail flicking in an annoyed manner as she took a small sip of her drink from the bowl. “Ahhh, don’t suppose it matters though. Not like I have room to talk about causing trouble, heh. Could you not tell anyone I’m here by the way? I’m not anyone suspicious, just a traveling little fox that’s currently slightly drunk, fufu.”
The similarities to this girl and their previous quarry were obvious, but that was a far-fetched idea, wasn’t it?
“Not that anyone would believe you if you did tell them. I’m a bit ahead of schedule after all.” She sat up, balancing the bowl on the ends of her fingers, grinning mischievously at the pair. “Haven’t seen you in this village before, and from the weird way you’re both dressed you’re travelers. Wouldn’t happen to be looking for something, would you?”
@VitaVitaAR@PKMNB0Y@Click This@Crusader Lord
Keeping Lazhira’s explanation in mind, Misaki attempted to make a small ball of light herself. Of course, knowing how light works scientifically, and then putting it to practice with something slightly unscientific, would prove a bit difficult, but doable. Trying to copy what Lazhira had done, Misaki would find a similar sensation as the girl had shown her, the magic flowing into the spell she was attempting to weave.
A small spark of light, no bigger than a bouncy ball would form should she eventually direct it somewhere with those thoughts in mind. Nothing impressive, and certainly not like Lazhira’s own example. The light was less intense, gentle, and almost welcoming with a small aura of rainbow colored light surrounding the core.
Perhaps Leannah should have also not decided to start with something other than just light. focusing inwards, feeling the flow of ‘mana’ within. Like water, it flowed within, gently through her body with each beat of her heart, slowly flowing from somewhere within her chest. Directing it proved simple enough, she just had to try. It was somewhat difficult at first, trying to direct it. Slowly however, it began moving as she wanted it too. Instead of simply being dispersed through her body, the energy began slowly moving towards her arm.
Her palm began heating up as the energy gathered in the point, the gentle warmness of a pleasant spring day. More energy was poured, Leannah slowly understanding the ability to not draw on too much too quickly. Soon, it reached a point where the energy flared outwards causing her to involuntarily flinch, the sound of whooshing flame igniting in the palm of her hand.
A small ball of fire, sitting right in the palm of her hand. It wasn’t quite the perfect thing she had imagined. The core wasn’t quite solid, shifting and changing, not quite able to settle. She had at least, succeeded in making a seemingly small fireball-
Before she could react, suddenly more magic began flowing into the spell. She wasn’t doing that, was she? Try as she might to calm the sudden influx of mana, she couldn’t stop it. The ball of fire began growing rapidly outwards, until it was the size of a basketball, pulsing violently and angrily as it gave off more and more heat until -
“Wha! Hey that’s dangerous!”
Was all Lazhira could say before the inevitable happened. Misaki’s might find some small amusement in proving her own thoughts correct.
There was a blinding flash of light, a loud bang.
A concussive force slammed into everyone present in the room. Leannah herself was knocked off her feet, along with various artifacts being knocked from their resting places and joining her on the ground. Thankfully, no one would seem hurt. The only who did was Leannah, who seemed to suffer small, but painful burns.
“H-hey! Are you okay!?” Lazhira shouted. “You can’t just do something like that to start with, jeez! Even I know better than to do that!”
The Roma Mob
@Pyromania99@PaulHaynek
Octavia bolted after the stick, the pup chasing after it as it sailed through the air not too far away from Nick. She leaped into the air as it sailed, catching the object in her mouth. Unfortunately, she was also not quite looking where she was going. As she landed, her feet sank into a pile of soft snow, the action catching the pup off guard and sent it tumbling face first into it, so her back legs were sticking out while she frantically tried to wiggle herself out of the predicament.
Augusta would have a fairly easy time tending to the fire. Her magic could easily light a flame, and it didn’t seem as though her magical fire couldn’t persist once it was cast upon something. All that was left for them to do really, was either wait for their companions to return, or attempt more practice at something. Rest was equally good, but perhaps honing their skills would prove beneficial in the long run.
Octavia had finally pulled herself free, shaking her head and body to fling off snow before grabbing the stick and bringing it back over to Nick, dropping it at his feet.
Send Feet Pics
@Cu Chulainn@Crimson Paladin
The fox tilted its head, almost giving the impression of taking Novak’s challenge of carrying everything at once. For a moment it looked as though it might bolt again, but instead of doing so it cautiously approached the outstretched hand and viscera that he was holding. As it was placed on the ground, the foxes tail swayed gently, sniffing the offering silently as it seemingly mulled over the offer.
Malphas’ approach caused the best to tilt its head towards him, silently observing him with its green eyes. The same feeling of force that built in his legs that one time, that lifted him above the earth and over obstacles could be felt building in his lungs. He released the energy, the words quickly following suit as they both passed his lips, giving a single command to the beast. Even as far as Novak could tell, the words were...heavy, almost. As though there was a certain weight to them. The fox however, didn’t seem too impressed. It looked up at Malphas, narrowing its eyes at him...and then dropped the fish, grabbed some of the viscera and bolted into the building through a small hole near the bottom of a wall.
Well, if there was a question about its intelligence...it did drop what it was holding. Was it mocking him?
They could follow it inside if they wished. Assuming they did, they would find the door open and no one barring them entry. Assuming the two followed it inside, they would find a somewhat surprising sight. The place seemed to be a storage hut of some sort. Immediately upon entering the smell of fish and...alcohol? Would greet them. A number of wooden boxes were stacked, fishing nets and line hanging on the walls and ceiling. Of course, this in and of itself wouldn’t be too surprising.
No, the surprising thing was the source of the alcohol smell.
A woman, at least, she looked like a woman. She was fairly short if so, not even reaching a full five feet from looking at her. Two large, furry fox ears flicked curiously at the noise they made as they entered, a large bushy tail swayed lazily behind her from where she was laying on her side on a pillow that had been placed on top of a stack of boxes. In one hand, she was holding a large bowl, the other had a long pipe, smoke gently rising from an opening on its end. Her green eyes stared at them lazily. She was dressed fairly lightly save for a large cloak covering her body seemingly of oriental design. A pair of boots had been knocked to the ground some distance away, leaving her feet exposed to the air, though she didn’t seem to mind.
“Tsk, don’t you know its rude to make so much noise? Its bad luck to interrupt someone drinking ya know.” She harrumphed, tail flicking in an annoyed manner as she took a small sip of her drink from the bowl. “Ahhh, don’t suppose it matters though. Not like I have room to talk about causing trouble, heh. Could you not tell anyone I’m here by the way? I’m not anyone suspicious, just a traveling little fox that’s currently slightly drunk, fufu.”
The similarities to this girl and their previous quarry were obvious, but that was a far-fetched idea, wasn’t it?
“Not that anyone would believe you if you did tell them. I’m a bit ahead of schedule after all.” She sat up, balancing the bowl on the ends of her fingers, grinning mischievously at the pair. “Haven’t seen you in this village before, and from the weird way you’re both dressed you’re travelers. Wouldn’t happen to be looking for something, would you?”