(Preshow) Preshow Facility

[Gamzee Makara]

Library -> Hallway

Hm. Well now that thats out of the way, he should probably try to find Strawso. He pushes away from the desk in the loudest manner possible, causing some heads to turn. He ignored them for the most part. The stoner wished he had time to make friends but he had some shit he had to do before the show started, and he was simply not going to get distracted like he usually doe-

Wow the main hallway is motherfucking crowded, bro. And also pretty deadly looking, come to think of it. Some of those dudes look ready to pop off on someone. Let's just uh, kinna circum ventilate this situation here. Nope, not touching that, not one bit. Mmmm nope.

Gamzee hears a sound that sounds suspiciously like a explodey sound he recognizes off in a room to his general left or right or somewhere around here. He hesitates before stepping into the dojo.

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Hallway -> Dojo

"Ey man, we don't got too long before the shitshow begins. Is training all you do, broski?" Gamzee asks, nonchalantly stepping into the fancy shmancy dojo.

"I wasn't training, really. Just making sure my gear was ready for what lies ahead. You should do the same, actually. I know Valerie taught you some magick. Let's see it."

"Uh...yeah sure man. You got it."

Gamzee sidles up beside his magicks mentor, and begins to run over what Valerie taught him in his mind's eye, or whatever the fuck it was that planty motherfucker was talking about. He runs his finger tips over the scarred bark in his pocket, trying to feel it out, and then holds his arms out by his waist, palms splayed and upwards. His breathing slows, and vibrant rainbow smoke begins to curl its way up his legs, down his arms and coil into his hands. Soon, there is a pulsing orb of colored smoke in each of his hands, heavy vapor cascading through his fingers and twirling down to the hardwood floor in an almost ballerina like fashion. He exhales, causing more of the smoke to erupt in a grand fashion out of his mouth and nose. Brilliant shades of every hue imaginable, constantly swirling and changing as it plumes over his sharp carnivorous teeth.

He looked like a motherfuckin' dragon.

Almost abruptly, Gamzee slings both smoke bombs at separate training dummies. The twin grenades hit the floor at almost the same exact time, promptly causing a beautiful flower of rainbow coloured smoke to bloom where the dummies were standing. The flowers are ridiculous and grandoise, almost seemingly living creatures as they writhe and pulse.

"Hoo. That's kinda difficult, still," He moans, stretching his back a little before turning to his friend. "Mister Valerie said it'd be a minute afore I could all up and summon the shit without a second thought. But uh...Whatcha think?"

"Well," Strazio begins, observing the flowers. "What exactly does it do, Gamzee? Those targets aren't really being affected."

"Naw, see we was worried about that at first too. Why dontcha go up there and touch the smoke? Don't stand in it or nothing, just touch some of it."

Strazio eyes his apprentice warily, before walking up to one of the flowers and thrusting his arm into smoke. He immediately regrets this decision, as his arm feels like its filled with fucking lead, stones, sand, and pretty much every other heavy object that comes to mind. He pulls out of the smoke and practically limps over to Gamzee. A few moments later, it feels like nothing even happened.

"The fuck was that shit? That's your magic?"

"Yeah..." Gamzee says, trailing off sheepishly.

"That's fucking dope. Congratulations man. I can't wait to see how it develops when we train next."