Alys
Practice makes perfect, or so the saying went, and Alys considered this as she continued to hone her use of her air magic. Perhaps it was indeed harder from lack of use; even her telekinesis magic, however basic, was easier to control than air, but then, she used it frequently to fetch little things around the house, so much so that it had become second nature. And her other abilities, both those requiring effort and thought and those that were impossible to turn off, were similarly easy to wield, if only because she’d had them for so much longer and used them so much more.
Deimos summoned a massive gust of wind, sending it to press against Alys hard enough to be annoying without actually pushing her off balance. She shaded her eyes against its force to glare at her friend, who merely grinned at her. Of course he would play some kind of trick - it would hardly be a training session with Deimos if he didn’t. Still, if this meant that he had left his worries behind for a while, she would gladly participate.
Thinking, Alys decided against trying to use air magic to counter him; he was stronger than her, and her own weak abilities would be easily overpowered. But nothing else in her magical arsenal made sense to use. Illusions were just that, lacking the substance to block the wind; telekinesis might help, if she was strong enough to move something large enough to act as a barrier. But the rest of her magic was nearly useless in this particular scenario.
With the wind whipping around her, she looked around, at a loss. ”Any hints?” she called, pursing her lips and fighting to look Deimos in the eye past the whirling air.
Deimos summoned a massive gust of wind, sending it to press against Alys hard enough to be annoying without actually pushing her off balance. She shaded her eyes against its force to glare at her friend, who merely grinned at her. Of course he would play some kind of trick - it would hardly be a training session with Deimos if he didn’t. Still, if this meant that he had left his worries behind for a while, she would gladly participate.
Thinking, Alys decided against trying to use air magic to counter him; he was stronger than her, and her own weak abilities would be easily overpowered. But nothing else in her magical arsenal made sense to use. Illusions were just that, lacking the substance to block the wind; telekinesis might help, if she was strong enough to move something large enough to act as a barrier. But the rest of her magic was nearly useless in this particular scenario.
With the wind whipping around her, she looked around, at a loss. ”Any hints?” she called, pursing her lips and fighting to look Deimos in the eye past the whirling air.
funny how it all works out in the end
you dance with the devil and you lose your head
you dance with the devil and you lose your head
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Alys.
Emotional Telepathy | The user can read deep emotions of those within a 5 foot radius at will. Control is excellent. Note: "Deep emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Emotional Perception | The user can read surface level emotions of those within a 15 foot radius. Control is moderate. Note: "Surface level emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Feel free to use force/magic on Alys.
Emotional Telepathy | The user can read deep emotions of those within a 5 foot radius at will. Control is excellent. Note: "Deep emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Emotional Perception | The user can read surface level emotions of those within a 15 foot radius. Control is moderate. Note: "Surface level emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
