capeandcowllogs | i got the maaaagic in meee [OPEN]

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i got the maaaagic in meee [OPEN]

WHO: Zelgadis, people, ~*magic*~
WHERE: That poor, abused vacant lot where all the magic and fighting happens when it's not the type bent on destroying everything forever
WHEN: Saturday and Sunday afternoons
WARNINGS: Idk you tell me
SUMMARY: Guess who got his magic back finally? Time to make sure none of his spells will like be horribly mangled like last time.
FORMAT: No I do not care

He's got his notebook – a tattered, overused mess of clumped-up pages stuffed in with the spiral-bound pages still barely clinging on after so much wear and tear. It's all from memory, everything scratched and scrawled down (with a few architectural doodles here or there of no real importance); the power words for spells big and small within his capacity – or just slightly out of his reach. He's always learning, after all. Or trying to. Living in a world so empty in magic makes it a challenge. Not to mention the conventions of other people's magic being different in ways he hasn't managed to bridge...yet.

The walls of the buildings surrounding the lot light up now and then with the flashes of fire and light; smoke billows and the ground gives a shake or two at times. It's controlled chaos with no victims but a few jutted rocks and the air around him.

He's got a long list to get through, and he feels a little pressed for time. The City does like piling on the crises, after all...

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Naturally, Geddoe's daily meanderings around the city took him past that empty lot. Regularly. So it really wasn't that much of a stretch to believe he would pass by Saturday afternoon. If only because he hadn't yet taken Zatanna up on the offer to teleport him to Belize.

And wasn't this exactly how he had met Zelgadis in the first place?

He hung back to watch, though there really wasn't anywhere to hide. As long as he stood with his arms folded over his chest, not twitching a muscle, he could observe at leisure. As usual, there was a lot on his mind, but he wasn't sharing any of it nor letting evidence of it show on his face. Stony as ever, he silently noted the cycle of elements on display.

Zelgadis' nose was in his notebook for a good portion of the time, scowling at his oftentimes illegible handwriting. By the time Geddoe shows up, he's agitated. Not exactly anything new about that besides the reasons behind it. Without the double load of stamina his cursed body provided, some of his spells were requiring more effort to cast. More words. It was probably only humiliating to him, but pride went a long way in his regard. Strength and ability meant a lot to him; hell, those were the two reasons that seemed to get him in the most trouble.

"Arc Brass!"

He hugged the notebook to himself as he loosed the chain of lightning around him, watching some of it fizzle out on stone and some snaking to the fence or streetlight closest. The light flickered on momentarily with an angry buzz before dimming dark once more.

Not as strong as it used to be. Zelgadis let his arm drop limply with a huff, shaking his head to tousle hair away from his face a bit. Doing so got him a glimpse of his spectator and he froze in place before recognizing just who.

He blinked.

"Geddoe."

The lightning felt familiar; the True Rune did not react to it, but then, it spent a lot of time more or less ignoring everything. Geddoe lowered his arms to his sides and began to stalk across the ground toward Zelgadis.

"Practicing," he noted. "How is it going?"

He nodded, then shrugged before looking down at his casting hand, flexing the fingers a couple times slowly.

"Nothing's backfired," he said, looking back up with a crooked frown. "So far, at least. But I can't get some of this stuff to work without the words now. It's all backwards."

"Hm." Geddoe was very interested to see that his magic was back, though nothing else about him seemed to have changed. It was curious. "I still don't know fully how the machine works, when bringing people back. This may be normal, or not - there's no way to tell."

He cocked an eyebrow up, then. "You need full incantations now?"

"Not for everything." It seemed pretty important to note that; he wasn't completely inept. Even so...He sighs, dragging his fingers through his bangs and giving his notebook another glance. "A lot of the more technical stuff does. Nearly all of the spirit shamanism, too. But the simple things are still just that. I guess...it's because I had a different constitution until now. Everything's gotta adjust."

Geddoe tilted his head to one side, a sort of shrug. "A reasonable theory. Even I still need time to prepare and chant the highest-level spells in my arsenal." He felt free to admit it since, should they enter another battle together, Zelgadis would have to cover for Geddoe while he built up another Hammer of Raijin. The time it took to cast that might have been what cost him the battle against Illidan.

"What of your stamina? How many spells can you manage?"

Geddoe's remark took a little bit of the sting out of his already bruised pride. Yeah, yeah...not even close to being the best, Zelgadis still wanted to be on decent footing with his peers (and enemies) power-wise. He shook his head, taking the notebook in both hands and flipping through a couple pages to find his tally.

"I had to stop earlier...I did six high-level black magic spells in succession." And that was why there was a tiny little wasteland of crumpled-up wrappers shoved unceremoniously against an overturned stone. Magic is hungry work.

"Since then...I've just been starting small and working up. Air shamanism, right now."

The twitching of an eyebrow was enough to show how impressed Geddoe was. He hadn't fully tested his own upper limits, but he was pretty sure he couldn't pull off that many high-level spells. "Then. Lightning is a relative of air in your elemental hierarchy?" He was more interested in the elements than anything else, given his background. Combining with Water or Fire was old hat for him; an opening where he could also extend to Wind would be interesting.

He made a sound to confirm, stepping backward until his heel hit one of the higher rocks and sat down. Explaining things was a decent excuse to take a break; he was starting to get hungry and tired again.

"Yeah...Air shamanism uses wind and lightning. Five groups of shamanism – four elements and the spirit. Being able to access one usually gives you a chance to wheedle into the others to some extent." He scratches at the back of his neck as he thinks of a decent example. "Like...Like how if you can use the Valve Howl in earth shamanism to pull magma out from the ground...you might be able to do a lot of fire shamanism, if by association to the quality of heated spirits. Stuff like that."

Geddoe blinked a bit, actually fascinated. It hardly showed, except that his expression eased and none of the stoniness could be seen at all. "Interesting," he murmured. "That requires a high level of aptitude. And a brain, to make the connections."

Zelgadis nodded, idly trying to smooth out a bent corner of one of the pages. "It's not common to be able to have a hand in all of it...most people specialize. Fire, water...that kind of thing." He looked up before quickly sending his gaze down and away. He wasn't trying to brag – not really. It's as much a point of pride as...well, folly.

"I got into it all because Rezo did. I went where he did, needed to get stronger..."

Geddoe's expression remained placid as he started to slowly pace, just so he wasn't standing there staring down at Zelgadis like some kind of teacher. Heavens forbid. "Friend, or mentor?" he wondered, trying to remember if the kid had mentioned someone named Rezo before. Possibly.

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