Zelgadis Greywords: forever a stone (
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capeandcowllogs2011-11-18 11:15 pm
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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...
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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"Practicing," he noted. "How is it going?"
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"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."
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He cocked an eyebrow up, then. "You need full incantations now?"
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"What of your stamina? How many spells can you manage?"
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"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."
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"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."
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"I got into it all because Rezo did. I went where he did, needed to get stronger..."
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He huffed, shaking his head. "He traveled around the continent studying all forms of magic, trying to cure his blindness...I picked up a lot along the way, even after what he did to me. It's not like I had any better leads than to just keep following him and use what he found to fix myself."
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"He visited me one day while I was training," he explained, pressing his hand flat against the pages during a faint breeze. "He asked me if I wanted to be stronger. I said yes, and the next thing I knew..."
He sighed, sitting up straighter and looking over at Geddoe. "I still don't really understand why he did it. I mean, besides getting a stronger lackey out of me. But I guess if that's all I was at the end of it..." He shrugged, looking back at the notebook.
"He used to be kind of my hero."
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He blinked, then winced inwardly as he reflected. Maybe I should've kept Lina out of it; she's too likely...
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"In any case, it still means I've got a lot to work through. There's still a lot I haven't mastered yet, too..."
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"Where to?"
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