11-22-2015, 04:34 PM
It was while Kanaya was speaking that Devon seemed to, in a fit of fumbling excitement, realize that this was a grand opportunity for scholarly recording and cracked open the little book he had with him. The incessant scribbling was a bit distracting, but she caught a glimpse of a sketchy drawing of herself that was a flattering enough sketch and so she didn't bother to question him.
After she had asked the question about Devon's strife ability, he seemed to take on a sort of secretive and mysterious air, gesturing to the impressive sword at his hip. Kanaya attributes this to him having been a part of some clandestine order, and this assumption is only affirmed by the fact that he pauses to glance around warily at their surroundings before starting to pull off one of his gloves.
Devon removes a glove with a swift tug, a totally inscrutable meaning behind this action that Kanaya doesn't quite comprehend until she actually looks at his hand. They are covered in an interesting array of tattoos, although she isn't certain of how this constitutes as any kind of defense. He also pulls back his sleeve, exposing the flesh there that is riddled with all sorts of peculiar symbols tattooed into the skin along his arms.
As Kanaya watches, her brows drawn together in a conflicted expression of both perturbed confusion and fascination, the markings begin to glow. This glow spreads along his arms and to the rest of his body, intense rivulets of bright light trickling along his limbs.
Soon enough, the white fire spluttering about Devon's body produces a single concentrated area of energy that oscillates smoothly around his hand, flowing gracefully about as if it were alive. Kanaya looks on in slight bewilderment as the bearded mage before her pulls a piece of chalk out of his pack, infusing it with the peculiar magical essence that he has created, and her eyes widen in wonder as it begins to glow green.
"That is certainly something," she remarks, smiling as the spectacular— and slightly alarming, in all honesty!— sparks settle down around Devon and seep back into him. She can't quite figure out where they disappeared to, but she assumes the energy returned to some kind of metaphysical and intangible area that she cannot see.
And it certainly is something. She had no idea that she was speaking to a spell user this whole time, and this kind of magic seems at least slightly more agreeable than the purest of white sciences and necromancy she has come into conflict with as of late. It's like a breath of fresh air, that's for sure. More importantly, however, she is at least 99.7% positive that Dracula will never see this coming, and that is something, let me tell you.
"Well, Brother Devon, those spells were very impressive," Kanaya tells him, her smile fanged but just friendly enough to not be overly intimidating. It is at least apparent that she doesn't intend to be frightening, in any case. "I would be delighted to learn more about them if we were to have the time to during our travels, but I believe that it would be best if we departed soon."
Mouth twisting into a frown, Kanaya observes as a fresh influx of Primes wanders off from the Fountain of Infinity. She couldn't be assured of the fact that they are friend or foe from this great distance, and the ever present gleam of the Nexus throws her vision off-kilter somewhat, but she would rather not find out for the time being. Brother Devon was a lucky find in comparison to some of the other terrifyingly immortal beings that have come to be favored by Omni. He is a good soul— hopefully it will not be marred by the sinister darkness which looms so frightfully over the Moors.
The jade-blooded troll gets to her feet and brushes imagined dirt off of her skirt, glancing expectantly at Brother Devon.
"I don't know about you, but I would rather beat the masses before rush hour sets in," Kanaya says, only half-jokingly.
After she had asked the question about Devon's strife ability, he seemed to take on a sort of secretive and mysterious air, gesturing to the impressive sword at his hip. Kanaya attributes this to him having been a part of some clandestine order, and this assumption is only affirmed by the fact that he pauses to glance around warily at their surroundings before starting to pull off one of his gloves.
Devon removes a glove with a swift tug, a totally inscrutable meaning behind this action that Kanaya doesn't quite comprehend until she actually looks at his hand. They are covered in an interesting array of tattoos, although she isn't certain of how this constitutes as any kind of defense. He also pulls back his sleeve, exposing the flesh there that is riddled with all sorts of peculiar symbols tattooed into the skin along his arms.
As Kanaya watches, her brows drawn together in a conflicted expression of both perturbed confusion and fascination, the markings begin to glow. This glow spreads along his arms and to the rest of his body, intense rivulets of bright light trickling along his limbs.
Soon enough, the white fire spluttering about Devon's body produces a single concentrated area of energy that oscillates smoothly around his hand, flowing gracefully about as if it were alive. Kanaya looks on in slight bewilderment as the bearded mage before her pulls a piece of chalk out of his pack, infusing it with the peculiar magical essence that he has created, and her eyes widen in wonder as it begins to glow green.
"That is certainly something," she remarks, smiling as the spectacular— and slightly alarming, in all honesty!— sparks settle down around Devon and seep back into him. She can't quite figure out where they disappeared to, but she assumes the energy returned to some kind of metaphysical and intangible area that she cannot see.
And it certainly is something. She had no idea that she was speaking to a spell user this whole time, and this kind of magic seems at least slightly more agreeable than the purest of white sciences and necromancy she has come into conflict with as of late. It's like a breath of fresh air, that's for sure. More importantly, however, she is at least 99.7% positive that Dracula will never see this coming, and that is something, let me tell you.
"Well, Brother Devon, those spells were very impressive," Kanaya tells him, her smile fanged but just friendly enough to not be overly intimidating. It is at least apparent that she doesn't intend to be frightening, in any case. "I would be delighted to learn more about them if we were to have the time to during our travels, but I believe that it would be best if we departed soon."
Mouth twisting into a frown, Kanaya observes as a fresh influx of Primes wanders off from the Fountain of Infinity. She couldn't be assured of the fact that they are friend or foe from this great distance, and the ever present gleam of the Nexus throws her vision off-kilter somewhat, but she would rather not find out for the time being. Brother Devon was a lucky find in comparison to some of the other terrifyingly immortal beings that have come to be favored by Omni. He is a good soul— hopefully it will not be marred by the sinister darkness which looms so frightfully over the Moors.
The jade-blooded troll gets to her feet and brushes imagined dirt off of her skirt, glancing expectantly at Brother Devon.
"I don't know about you, but I would rather beat the masses before rush hour sets in," Kanaya says, only half-jokingly.
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