05-31-2017, 01:24 AM
Lysandra paled as much as any ghost. She was suddenly looking in every direction with rapid snaps of her eyes, as if she were trying to see everything at once. She only succeeded in hurting her eyes. "I don't see any! I mean, I know they're invisible, but I don't see anything moving..."
The look on his face told stories of uncertainty, but the way his shoulders were set and his back straight, there was no doubt this man was worthy of his title. His mind may be clouded, but there was an almost instinctual urge. "I've seen this before." Aang looked out across the alehouse with a set brow. "We should ask around... See what people know, or how long this has been going on. I hate to do this, but I'm pulling rank on this one." He gave Chakravartin an apologetic look. "You get the next anomaly, I promise." He had to remember that here he was not the most important being in the world. He was literally a commoner, a weakling among Primes.
Chakravartin did not seem phased by Aang's show of authority. Though they were both Avatars of something, Chakravartin laid no claims over the spirit realm, while Aang was the "bridge." It was only right Aang pulled rank. "Very well. If it comes to a fight,"
"I hope it won't," Aang interjected.
"But if it does, you play defense." Chakravartin gestured to Lysandra. She may be a weak mortal, but she was valuable, especially if they were to ever return to Coruscant. He imagined she would be a fountain of information on a location she had actually been raised in.
Aang nodded his approval. "If it does come to that... I don't know about spirits in this world, but even in mine, there were those with nothing but evil in them." The thought sent shivers down his spine. He would rather not talk about that venture at this point, lest he jinx this whole thing.
He straightened himself and resumed that authoritative stance. "You two talk to the locals... We need to know a bit about the history of this place. In my experience, Spirits usually only attack when they've been wronged. It's not much, but it's something to go on. I'm going to look around, see if there are any physical indicators."
"That's it? I thought you would have some sort of, like, spiritual answer? Do your glowy-thingy, or something?" Lysandra pointed to his arrows.
Aang considered this. "I could... attempt to enter the Spirit World and ask questions... but I don't even know if I can connect to the Spirit World here, or if there even IS one..."
"Worth a try," Chakravartin casted his vote.
"I mean... if anyone would know why a spirit is totally pissed... might be his spirit buddies?" Lysandra shrugged. That was Prime stuff. She could ask questions, but that was it...
The monk nods. "Alright, I'll give it a try. You two start asking questions... I'm going to meditate on the roof. Privacy and all..."
With little celebration, thanks in part to the spooky aspect of their tasks, the trio separates. Lysandra is sent on her task with enough to pay for a few rounds, and Chakravartin is immediately assessing the situation.
Aang exited the building. His hazel gaze glanced around for a moment before he takes a mighty leap. Planting a foot on the wall he kicks up once more to reach the roof of the building. The altitude was not fantastic, offering no inspiration from above, but it was very secluded. He sat upon the shingles of the roof, crossing his legs and placing his knuckles together. There was a mixture of terror and excitement about this. What would he find in the Spirit World, if one even existed? This could be a terrible, terrible idea. Then again, he could regain a piece of his livelihood. Maybe that is what drove him here... he hoped Chakravartin was not too upset. Aang did not enjoy bossing people around.
Taking a deep breath, he exhaled through his mouth. In through the nostrils, out through the mouth. The struggle was intense. It felt like there was a wall. Just like there had been with his Stone Glove. It was a limitation. He needed only two things, as experience had told him, to break through such a wall. He channeled his Chi, and focused his mind. The Avatar focused both, and willed Omnilium to infuse with his very spirit.
The wall chips away. Aang can feel something beyond himself. All at once, the broken wall shatters completely, and his tattoos ignite with a fierce blue glow. The display was not as great as it was the first time he achieved the Avatar state, but the rekindled spirit of the Avatar was still an immense experience that had a few passers by looking to the odd monk sitting atop the alehouse.
Magic... A few of the denizens were inclined to rush past, hoping to avoid whatever mischief they believed to be on the way. Others watched the meditating monk, curious and in awe. This eventually fades... and they continue on their way as well.
The look on his face told stories of uncertainty, but the way his shoulders were set and his back straight, there was no doubt this man was worthy of his title. His mind may be clouded, but there was an almost instinctual urge. "I've seen this before." Aang looked out across the alehouse with a set brow. "We should ask around... See what people know, or how long this has been going on. I hate to do this, but I'm pulling rank on this one." He gave Chakravartin an apologetic look. "You get the next anomaly, I promise." He had to remember that here he was not the most important being in the world. He was literally a commoner, a weakling among Primes.
Chakravartin did not seem phased by Aang's show of authority. Though they were both Avatars of something, Chakravartin laid no claims over the spirit realm, while Aang was the "bridge." It was only right Aang pulled rank. "Very well. If it comes to a fight,"
"I hope it won't," Aang interjected.
"But if it does, you play defense." Chakravartin gestured to Lysandra. She may be a weak mortal, but she was valuable, especially if they were to ever return to Coruscant. He imagined she would be a fountain of information on a location she had actually been raised in.
Aang nodded his approval. "If it does come to that... I don't know about spirits in this world, but even in mine, there were those with nothing but evil in them." The thought sent shivers down his spine. He would rather not talk about that venture at this point, lest he jinx this whole thing.
He straightened himself and resumed that authoritative stance. "You two talk to the locals... We need to know a bit about the history of this place. In my experience, Spirits usually only attack when they've been wronged. It's not much, but it's something to go on. I'm going to look around, see if there are any physical indicators."
"That's it? I thought you would have some sort of, like, spiritual answer? Do your glowy-thingy, or something?" Lysandra pointed to his arrows.
Aang considered this. "I could... attempt to enter the Spirit World and ask questions... but I don't even know if I can connect to the Spirit World here, or if there even IS one..."
"Worth a try," Chakravartin casted his vote.
"I mean... if anyone would know why a spirit is totally pissed... might be his spirit buddies?" Lysandra shrugged. That was Prime stuff. She could ask questions, but that was it...
The monk nods. "Alright, I'll give it a try. You two start asking questions... I'm going to meditate on the roof. Privacy and all..."
With little celebration, thanks in part to the spooky aspect of their tasks, the trio separates. Lysandra is sent on her task with enough to pay for a few rounds, and Chakravartin is immediately assessing the situation.
Aang exited the building. His hazel gaze glanced around for a moment before he takes a mighty leap. Planting a foot on the wall he kicks up once more to reach the roof of the building. The altitude was not fantastic, offering no inspiration from above, but it was very secluded. He sat upon the shingles of the roof, crossing his legs and placing his knuckles together. There was a mixture of terror and excitement about this. What would he find in the Spirit World, if one even existed? This could be a terrible, terrible idea. Then again, he could regain a piece of his livelihood. Maybe that is what drove him here... he hoped Chakravartin was not too upset. Aang did not enjoy bossing people around.
Taking a deep breath, he exhaled through his mouth. In through the nostrils, out through the mouth. The struggle was intense. It felt like there was a wall. Just like there had been with his Stone Glove. It was a limitation. He needed only two things, as experience had told him, to break through such a wall. He channeled his Chi, and focused his mind. The Avatar focused both, and willed Omnilium to infuse with his very spirit.
The wall chips away. Aang can feel something beyond himself. All at once, the broken wall shatters completely, and his tattoos ignite with a fierce blue glow. The display was not as great as it was the first time he achieved the Avatar state, but the rekindled spirit of the Avatar was still an immense experience that had a few passers by looking to the odd monk sitting atop the alehouse.
Magic... A few of the denizens were inclined to rush past, hoping to avoid whatever mischief they believed to be on the way. Others watched the meditating monk, curious and in awe. This eventually fades... and they continue on their way as well.
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