11-24-2014, 12:27 PM
Aurora walked with Sebastian to his car, the walked past Kallisti's, she'd seen it before, curiosity sparked as to his reasons for visiting such a place. But she didn't linger too much on the thoughts lest it give other thoughts. Aurora stopped short of the car as he opened the door for her. It was an American car, one she remembered seeing speeding down the highways back home. She had a distinct memory of her father saying something about it, the stats of the car. Considering Aurora really had no clue about it, and didn't seem to care, she could only suspect her brother was the recipient of the stats....
Her brother? That was a new memory, something new and strange to add to the pool of recollections. It was the first memory she'd have of a sibling. She tried to remember, tried to recall his name, his face, his voice, anything, but the only she saw was a goofy grin like the cheshire cat from the archaic cartoon her mother made them watch as children.
Sebastian asked her about changing. She probably should have done the same, but really it didn't matter. Inside the car the seats were leather and cold in the Moscow weather. But it didn't take long for them to warm up. It was such a nice car. Almost made her want to get into cars, so she could have something other than the mysteries of magic that they had in common.
They passed the corner where Bas had thrown the fireball, he thanked her for helping him, but she couldn't pass up the opportunity. "I really don't know what that parked car did to deserve such ire. I suppose we'll never know."
She grinned at him.
And then the conversation turned into the only thing they really had in common, the nets of magic they wove. Aurora nodded and frowned all at the same time. "I don't think it works like that. What I do, and what you do, while technically the same, they aren't, it doesn't work the same way."
She was almost positive it could lead to disastrous ends. But she couldn't remember why. Stupid memories! That damn plane had to crash!
Aurora smiled. "But we can try. I think helping others is probably a good thing."
She knew that it was a good thing, and probably exactly what she would do in any situation, not just with this guy she met on the side of the road out of his mind. "This the same friend who has the whip you can't quite get yet."
Aurora grabbed the power and coiled it around her hand, the air, the fire, it was simple. She smiled. "I guess it just takes practice? Like I've done it a million times over and over in my mind."
It was meant more as an observation to herself, but maybe it would explain her ease of doing it. Aurora let the power go and the whip vanished like it never existed.
"There are five different elements, threads, whatever you want to call them. They are different colors, they do different things. Blue is water, green air, red is fire, brown is earth and yellow is the essence of life, spirit, ether, I don't know what else to call it. You can heal with it, throw a fireball, make a glowing orb of light."
A memory flooded into her mind. She spoke absentmindedly about it as it came to her. "I remember one experiment, we were trying to make sound go in one direction. The weave itself was easy to create, but you would stun yourself with it. So we wanted it to go one direction. The internet is a wonderful tool for understanding things you don't quite grasp. We created a shape, that sent the sound going in only one direction. Stunning the person in front of you, leaving you free to continue on with your fighting. It was a great discovery. We never did figure out how to do the same thing with light. A directional flash bang bomb, how awesome would that be."
The enthusiasm was her own, but she knew it paled in comparison to the other part of the we, whoever they were. She missed her memories, maybe this mysterious man would be the answer to her questions. If not she'd have a whole ton more.
Her brother? That was a new memory, something new and strange to add to the pool of recollections. It was the first memory she'd have of a sibling. She tried to remember, tried to recall his name, his face, his voice, anything, but the only she saw was a goofy grin like the cheshire cat from the archaic cartoon her mother made them watch as children.
Sebastian asked her about changing. She probably should have done the same, but really it didn't matter. Inside the car the seats were leather and cold in the Moscow weather. But it didn't take long for them to warm up. It was such a nice car. Almost made her want to get into cars, so she could have something other than the mysteries of magic that they had in common.
They passed the corner where Bas had thrown the fireball, he thanked her for helping him, but she couldn't pass up the opportunity. "I really don't know what that parked car did to deserve such ire. I suppose we'll never know."
She grinned at him.
And then the conversation turned into the only thing they really had in common, the nets of magic they wove. Aurora nodded and frowned all at the same time. "I don't think it works like that. What I do, and what you do, while technically the same, they aren't, it doesn't work the same way."
She was almost positive it could lead to disastrous ends. But she couldn't remember why. Stupid memories! That damn plane had to crash!
Aurora smiled. "But we can try. I think helping others is probably a good thing."
She knew that it was a good thing, and probably exactly what she would do in any situation, not just with this guy she met on the side of the road out of his mind. "This the same friend who has the whip you can't quite get yet."
Aurora grabbed the power and coiled it around her hand, the air, the fire, it was simple. She smiled. "I guess it just takes practice? Like I've done it a million times over and over in my mind."
It was meant more as an observation to herself, but maybe it would explain her ease of doing it. Aurora let the power go and the whip vanished like it never existed.
"There are five different elements, threads, whatever you want to call them. They are different colors, they do different things. Blue is water, green air, red is fire, brown is earth and yellow is the essence of life, spirit, ether, I don't know what else to call it. You can heal with it, throw a fireball, make a glowing orb of light."
A memory flooded into her mind. She spoke absentmindedly about it as it came to her. "I remember one experiment, we were trying to make sound go in one direction. The weave itself was easy to create, but you would stun yourself with it. So we wanted it to go one direction. The internet is a wonderful tool for understanding things you don't quite grasp. We created a shape, that sent the sound going in only one direction. Stunning the person in front of you, leaving you free to continue on with your fighting. It was a great discovery. We never did figure out how to do the same thing with light. A directional flash bang bomb, how awesome would that be."
The enthusiasm was her own, but she knew it paled in comparison to the other part of the we, whoever they were. She missed her memories, maybe this mysterious man would be the answer to her questions. If not she'd have a whole ton more.