11-19-2015, 09:36 PM
The openness this Kanaya had show to Devon, and how free she apparently was with her sharing of information, was an absolute delight to the young wanderer. Not long after she had started to tell him about her world he had already had his journal out and recording it. There was even a little sketch of her in there, it wasn't anything too spectacular but it was still pretty good.
Some of the things she said though, extraordinary! Hatched, Lusil, Mother grubs, and did she say that their blood was a different colour? Each member of her OWN RACE had different coloured blood, and for some reason this turned into a caste based system? How was that even possible?!
Also she seemed to mention something about drinking rainbows, and it being something akin to being a vampire. He had to admit her impression of the standard mythological vampire had been pretty good, he even chuckled at it! Thought it seemed that this would be, and all the others as well, mysteries that he would have to ask her about at another point in time. The number of these kept on growing.
At this very point in time things were starting to get serious, as now she was asking him about his combat abilities. How was he going to explain this one?
“Well, yes I can, sort of.” Awkwardly, that is how he would do it! Really really awkwardly! “You see, each of us are trained in a melee weapon of some sort, the one we are given depends on which one we show aptitude in.”
As he spoke his left hand went down and patted the hilt of the Roman gladius that was strapped to his side.
“Before you ask yes this is my only weapon, no it is not my only defence though.” Looking over both his shoulders Devon made sure they were not being watched by any of the many people using the Nexus as a means of travel, and then he took off one of his gloves showing a tattooed hand. “I also have these, head to toe.”
He could tell that his companion was probably going to ask what simple markings of injecting ink into the skin could possibly do to aid in combat, or something like that he guessed, and help up a finger on his now bare hand to indicated that he just needed a minute.
Rolling up the sleeve of his jacket a bit more of the tattoos could be seen, a mixture of various languages. Concentrating Devon delved deep inside of himself focusing in on that inner flame he always found there, the one that sustained him and connected him to the rest of humanity, and then began it bring it to the surface. As he did this the visible ruins on his hand and arm started to glow, though there were spots where the clothing was thinner that a faint light could also be seen.
The glow starts to intensify until soon it looks like there are actual flames, pure white in colour but flames none the less, starting to rise from the tattoo. Soon all the tiny sparks of fire merge into one, swirling around his hand.
“In this state this magic is pretty harmless, I have to command it to do something and then it takes shape.” With his other hand he pulls out a piece of chalk from his backpack and then places it in the opposite hand. “Lux lucis meus via.”
As soon as he spoke the words the white energy flowed from his hands into the object he was holding in his hands and the piece of chalk took on an eerie green glow, almost reminiscent of a glow stick people usually used while out in the woods and the like. Placing the glowing writing utensil down in front of them he then held up his hands as the white fire started to grow around it again.
“What I did there was one of the most basic things I can do with this, and like all the spells I know they all last a limited time.” Focusing in on the flame again Devon forced it back into the depths of his soul, small little multicoloured fireworks exploding off his uncovered skin as he let go of the power and everything returned to normal. Once it was done he spoke again as he replaced the glove. “Most of what I can do, or at least of what I can remember, is mostly designed to help others though I do have one or two offensive spells at my call. I will probably be able to get more as time goes on and their memory returns to me. As it stands now?”
He just shrugged at this.
“The few I have will have to do for now.”
Some of the things she said though, extraordinary! Hatched, Lusil, Mother grubs, and did she say that their blood was a different colour? Each member of her OWN RACE had different coloured blood, and for some reason this turned into a caste based system? How was that even possible?!
Also she seemed to mention something about drinking rainbows, and it being something akin to being a vampire. He had to admit her impression of the standard mythological vampire had been pretty good, he even chuckled at it! Thought it seemed that this would be, and all the others as well, mysteries that he would have to ask her about at another point in time. The number of these kept on growing.
At this very point in time things were starting to get serious, as now she was asking him about his combat abilities. How was he going to explain this one?
“Well, yes I can, sort of.” Awkwardly, that is how he would do it! Really really awkwardly! “You see, each of us are trained in a melee weapon of some sort, the one we are given depends on which one we show aptitude in.”
As he spoke his left hand went down and patted the hilt of the Roman gladius that was strapped to his side.
“Before you ask yes this is my only weapon, no it is not my only defence though.” Looking over both his shoulders Devon made sure they were not being watched by any of the many people using the Nexus as a means of travel, and then he took off one of his gloves showing a tattooed hand. “I also have these, head to toe.”
He could tell that his companion was probably going to ask what simple markings of injecting ink into the skin could possibly do to aid in combat, or something like that he guessed, and help up a finger on his now bare hand to indicated that he just needed a minute.
Rolling up the sleeve of his jacket a bit more of the tattoos could be seen, a mixture of various languages. Concentrating Devon delved deep inside of himself focusing in on that inner flame he always found there, the one that sustained him and connected him to the rest of humanity, and then began it bring it to the surface. As he did this the visible ruins on his hand and arm started to glow, though there were spots where the clothing was thinner that a faint light could also be seen.
The glow starts to intensify until soon it looks like there are actual flames, pure white in colour but flames none the less, starting to rise from the tattoo. Soon all the tiny sparks of fire merge into one, swirling around his hand.
“In this state this magic is pretty harmless, I have to command it to do something and then it takes shape.” With his other hand he pulls out a piece of chalk from his backpack and then places it in the opposite hand. “Lux lucis meus via.”
As soon as he spoke the words the white energy flowed from his hands into the object he was holding in his hands and the piece of chalk took on an eerie green glow, almost reminiscent of a glow stick people usually used while out in the woods and the like. Placing the glowing writing utensil down in front of them he then held up his hands as the white fire started to grow around it again.
“What I did there was one of the most basic things I can do with this, and like all the spells I know they all last a limited time.” Focusing in on the flame again Devon forced it back into the depths of his soul, small little multicoloured fireworks exploding off his uncovered skin as he let go of the power and everything returned to normal. Once it was done he spoke again as he replaced the glove. “Most of what I can do, or at least of what I can remember, is mostly designed to help others though I do have one or two offensive spells at my call. I will probably be able to get more as time goes on and their memory returns to me. As it stands now?”
He just shrugged at this.
“The few I have will have to do for now.”
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