The concussion from the blast was more disorienting than Travis' earlier guess. The ringing that still plagued was beginning to fade but his senses were still coming back to him. Feeling a sense of numbness throughout is body, likely a a natural reaction from the sudden event, picking himself back up became surprisingly difficult. That was however before a unknown man's query and helping hand became present on the scene.
"I blew myself up." Travis replied to the stranger, adding a bit of enthusiasm to his tone as the took the man's hand, "Not intentional of course. Thank you."
With the stranger's assistance, Travis eventually got back on his feet, though nearly fumbled a few times before balancing himself out. Instantly as he rose into a higher elevation, he found that it became harder to breathe and see with the fumes still roaming the air, this was especially true with soot still in his mouth which further impaired his breathing. Before he could address that matter however, there was an uninvited individual, despite their concern being honest and so far humane, that he needed to quickly plan out how to deal with. He had chosen this location out of society's care in order to carry out his research discreetly without the locals interfering. Now that he has just completed a cheap method of creating a instant fireball, there was certainly no way he could allow, whoever this was whom notably also spoke perfect English, to compromise his work.
"Too much burnt atmosphere in here. Gimme a moment as I get this cleared up..."
Utilizing his basic skills with wind-based magic, Travis' right hand glowed a light-blue as he channeled mana into his palm. Gently twirling his arm through the air, he created a passive flow of wind, pushing and draining the hazy fumes out the warehouse's front door; something he should have probably closed in the first place to prevent this predicament. With much the haze dealt with, Travis snuck his right hand into his coat's inner sleeve and produced a charm he kept hidden in his palm. The charm was crafted to erase the present memories of a selected individual the caster found necessary to either dissuade or simply to make the forget about the experience. Travis really didn't want to use it but he anticipated that talking himself out of this now awkward situation was completely hopeless.
But as fate would have it, the moment Travis turned to face the stranger, he could almost recall his heart skipping a beat. Before him was a man clad in robes and leather befitting a priest of God; however this was no ordinary holy man. The design of the man's fine attire was a dead giveaway as Travis instantly concluded that this strange was in fact a Magi of the Catholic Church. As if cultists and hunters were bad enough running into, this encounter could be potentially prove worse if luck was not on his side. Given how his experiences have been going lately, clearly luck was pretty much absent.
"Umm...O-oh boy." Travis anxiously shuddered, holding both of his hands up in nervous response before quickly retracting his right arm behind his back upon noticing that he was unintentionally revealing his charm, "Did I do something wrong? I mean - aside from blowing myself up."
"I blew myself up." Travis replied to the stranger, adding a bit of enthusiasm to his tone as the took the man's hand, "Not intentional of course. Thank you."
With the stranger's assistance, Travis eventually got back on his feet, though nearly fumbled a few times before balancing himself out. Instantly as he rose into a higher elevation, he found that it became harder to breathe and see with the fumes still roaming the air, this was especially true with soot still in his mouth which further impaired his breathing. Before he could address that matter however, there was an uninvited individual, despite their concern being honest and so far humane, that he needed to quickly plan out how to deal with. He had chosen this location out of society's care in order to carry out his research discreetly without the locals interfering. Now that he has just completed a cheap method of creating a instant fireball, there was certainly no way he could allow, whoever this was whom notably also spoke perfect English, to compromise his work.
"Too much burnt atmosphere in here. Gimme a moment as I get this cleared up..."
Utilizing his basic skills with wind-based magic, Travis' right hand glowed a light-blue as he channeled mana into his palm. Gently twirling his arm through the air, he created a passive flow of wind, pushing and draining the hazy fumes out the warehouse's front door; something he should have probably closed in the first place to prevent this predicament. With much the haze dealt with, Travis snuck his right hand into his coat's inner sleeve and produced a charm he kept hidden in his palm. The charm was crafted to erase the present memories of a selected individual the caster found necessary to either dissuade or simply to make the forget about the experience. Travis really didn't want to use it but he anticipated that talking himself out of this now awkward situation was completely hopeless.
But as fate would have it, the moment Travis turned to face the stranger, he could almost recall his heart skipping a beat. Before him was a man clad in robes and leather befitting a priest of God; however this was no ordinary holy man. The design of the man's fine attire was a dead giveaway as Travis instantly concluded that this strange was in fact a Magi of the Catholic Church. As if cultists and hunters were bad enough running into, this encounter could be potentially prove worse if luck was not on his side. Given how his experiences have been going lately, clearly luck was pretty much absent.
"Umm...O-oh boy." Travis anxiously shuddered, holding both of his hands up in nervous response before quickly retracting his right arm behind his back upon noticing that he was unintentionally revealing his charm, "Did I do something wrong? I mean - aside from blowing myself up."
