Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'

[Nox]

Nox smiled, but he still wasn't 100% sure there were no strings attached to Aurora's new place. Bas had answered his unasked question, how did they meet and why they were together. It made sense Aurora was always out to help someone or something. She was the type of girl who went out of her way to not hit a squirrel crossing the road. He rarely let her drive the Jeep for that fact alone.

But Bas called her his Sacred Lady, that was a bit scary to Nox. Religion was not something that he believed much in, though, he had a feeling with Aria he was going to get a high dose of it. And Bas too. He just didn't beleive in things he couldn't see, touch or feel. It was just the way he was.

He dropped the strings topic for now, if Bas ever pushed them in a direction he wasn't happy with he'd stand up to him then, now, well now he wanted to play with fire. Not fire specifically, but the power was calling to him. He grasped it quickly and started looking for likely targets.

There was an old palette off in the corner, Nox dragged it over, with the help of the power, it was heavier than it looked. And set it up. It would make a good target for now. But the question was, what did you show two guys who wanted to learn.

He glanced back and saw Aurora, she nodded towards Pyotr just sitting there, not joining in. He grinned. He'd get him to play, one way or another.

Nox wove a directional stunning weave aimed at one one in particular, it was the sound he wanted, he wove it slow enough and large enough that both Bas and Pyotr could see, he snapped it closed and the large room echoed with the thunderous sound. He grinned as he heard Aurora yell at him. "Nox, for crying out loud. That hurt."
She wasn't smiling but he saw the light in her eyes. He grinned back at her.

"Pyotr will come play or I'll do it again. He's got three minutes."
Nox turned around and grinned widely at Bas. "Aurora said you tried my whip? Here let me show you."


It was one of few weaves that Nox didn't have to think about when he created it, so taking it slow was harder than doing it quickly. Fine filaments of fire and air wove and wound around each other tightly, it reminded him of the braiding of a real whip he'd seen once. Maybe that's where he picked it up from. Who knew. Once it was fully formed he reached out with it and it cracked gloriously in the air, it left a singe mark on the wooden palette in front of him. The weave was the easy part, the actual playing with the whip was the hard part. He expected Bas would leave with a few burning welts. He grinned. "You might want to use only air."
If he did good, if not he'd learn the hard way.
Edited by Nox, Dec 5 2014, 01:18 PM.