08-27-2016, 09:18 PM
Like a good Russian, Jaxen poured himself a drink before they went to work.
Jaxen eyed Manix suspiciously when asked to draw in as much of the Ancient Power as he could hold. He'd only done so a few times before, and Tarin's voice, that of his alternate-dimension tutor, echoed in his mind as he did. There was no way to know how strong a man would grow until he simply stopped growing one day.
So, Jaxen complied out of curiosity for what would happen. The thrill of the power was a painful joy, as always, but he didn't actually draw in all he could. He kept some in reserve. For one thing, it was like his skin blazed on fire, for another, Jaxen was naturally secretive anyway.
Tying off a weave was brilliant. Why he hadn't thought of it before! Manix wove the illusions with such ease, but Jaxen had been practicing all night, and the flow came naturally to him now. As soon as someone touched it, the illusion would break. It seemed a hard and fast rule: like gravity. It was a problem he would ponder, but for now, Jaxen's illusions would suffice. He had a particular person in mind for who he would imitate while going into the headquarters. He couldn't wait to see the looks on people's faces.
He only knew two Atharim for sure-and he was going to have to imitate one to get in the mansion.
He wasn't going to disguise himself as the girl, Rune, but she would be a good face to practice anyway.
He drew in the Ancient Power, filling him to the brim with sweet fury. And he wove all five threads of the light together in an intricate design that covered his body like a cloak. The air rippled as the weave solidified, and moments later, a girl of about 19 years of age stood before Manix. She was muscular, with snug jeans and steel toed boots, wore a tank top and a leather jacket. Her short pixie hair was dyed a rainbow of color-red to green to yellow to purple - and bright makeup painted her eyelids. Her glossy lips parted in a smile.
He/she grinned, "How do I look?"
Disturbingly, Jaxen's voice emerged from the girl's throat. He / she frowned. "Hmm. My voice doesn't quite match."
He knew he could amplify the sound of his voice. Probably dampen it. Or soundproof a room completely. But to change his voice to mimic someone else's. That was going to take some thought.
((Ooc; Ascendancy might flip out if she learned someone had discovered / used invisibility. Seems like one of those specialty weaves that may take some special circumstance to re-discover. Just FYI. Jaxen doesn't need to learn it yet anyway.))
Jaxen eyed Manix suspiciously when asked to draw in as much of the Ancient Power as he could hold. He'd only done so a few times before, and Tarin's voice, that of his alternate-dimension tutor, echoed in his mind as he did. There was no way to know how strong a man would grow until he simply stopped growing one day.
So, Jaxen complied out of curiosity for what would happen. The thrill of the power was a painful joy, as always, but he didn't actually draw in all he could. He kept some in reserve. For one thing, it was like his skin blazed on fire, for another, Jaxen was naturally secretive anyway.
Tying off a weave was brilliant. Why he hadn't thought of it before! Manix wove the illusions with such ease, but Jaxen had been practicing all night, and the flow came naturally to him now. As soon as someone touched it, the illusion would break. It seemed a hard and fast rule: like gravity. It was a problem he would ponder, but for now, Jaxen's illusions would suffice. He had a particular person in mind for who he would imitate while going into the headquarters. He couldn't wait to see the looks on people's faces.
He only knew two Atharim for sure-and he was going to have to imitate one to get in the mansion.
He wasn't going to disguise himself as the girl, Rune, but she would be a good face to practice anyway.
He drew in the Ancient Power, filling him to the brim with sweet fury. And he wove all five threads of the light together in an intricate design that covered his body like a cloak. The air rippled as the weave solidified, and moments later, a girl of about 19 years of age stood before Manix. She was muscular, with snug jeans and steel toed boots, wore a tank top and a leather jacket. Her short pixie hair was dyed a rainbow of color-red to green to yellow to purple - and bright makeup painted her eyelids. Her glossy lips parted in a smile.
He/she grinned, "How do I look?"
Disturbingly, Jaxen's voice emerged from the girl's throat. He / she frowned. "Hmm. My voice doesn't quite match."
He knew he could amplify the sound of his voice. Probably dampen it. Or soundproof a room completely. But to change his voice to mimic someone else's. That was going to take some thought.
((Ooc; Ascendancy might flip out if she learned someone had discovered / used invisibility. Seems like one of those specialty weaves that may take some special circumstance to re-discover. Just FYI. Jaxen doesn't need to learn it yet anyway.))