[In Person, because Tris fails at blackberries and will likely toast hers.]

[weatherbraids]

[There is a portion of Paris that is very windy all of a sudden, with a very small calm spot right in the middle, and a figure absolutely covered in lightning in the center of it. It appears she's attracted a good number of Kishin, and is doing her best to fight them off. Some of her braids have obviously been let down, most glaringly both of the

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[pinnd_buttrfly]

[Soubi happens to have just appeared on the block, moving toward where he thinks Rituska will be. And then he sees this. So that's why it's so windy. A... Fighter?

He steps forward and calls to her.]

You can't kill them that way.

[weatherbraids]

[Tris is turning to look toward Soubi, hand covered in lightning.] I'm trying to make them go away. [Because she does not WANT to kill.]

[pinnd_buttrfly]

Hmph.

[He snorts in contempt and holds out his left hand, as he would normally do to Fight. But instead of beginning a word spell, he simply watches his hand - and it changes. The long fingers shorten and thin; the skin turns dark and hard and knotted, like the progress of a horrible skin disease on fast-forward; from the shrinking palm a glassy-looking orb puffs out of nothing.]

Didn't you hear? You have to kill them like this.

[With that he he tenses his arm and waves the transformed hand gracefully - and a jet of fire spews from the glassy orb. The fire races through the air as if following an invisible fuse, fast and directed, until it hits a Kishin and explodes into an inferno. Several more jets of fire and five Kishins are down.]

[weatherbraids]

[Tris is staring, and shaking her head a little.] I don't think I can do that. [Plus, she doesn't want to kill, the first and only time was quite bad enough, thank you kindly.]

[Those winds are going to shove at Soubi, though not by any active attempt of Tris's to shove him away.] If you want to kill, that's your problem. I'll have no part in it!

[pinnd_buttrfly]

[Soubi falls back several steps, not trying to fight a losing battle against the winds. But he looks quite calm, even though his voice is slightly raised over the winds.]

You'll never stop their attacks with just spells.

[weatherbraids]

[Tris is looking at Soubi and shaking her head.] If I have time to concentrate, I can prove you wrong. [She doesn't really want to do this, but.]

[Well.]

[pinnd_buttrfly]

[The ground explodes around him in one booming moment; he shields his eyes with a hand instinctively. He moves his feet apart to keep his balance on the earth that heaves like a wave - but no use. He falls to his hands and knees. Not good - he has to keep himself from getting pulled under.]

Rise. Though the world may fall, rise up. I will ride upon a cloud, steady and slow, and I shall not succumb to the earth that grovels below me.

[Nothing seems to change as he mutters the hasty spell - but that's the point. As the ground buckles and cascades, Soubi stays still, eyes closed and protected from the pelting earth.]

[weatherbraids]

[...Your magic is very weird, but Tris doesn't have the concentration to focus on that. She's sort of worried about not knocking down all the buildings around them. After the kishin are nice and trapped she is going to haul that quake BACK into her hair and tie it off.]

There. That should hold them.

[pinnd_buttrfly]

[Soubi picks himself up and brushes the dirt off of the legs or his jeans.]

They'll get out again, eventually. And they'll go after someone else.

[weatherbraids]

[Tris is shaking her head.] They should be in there deep enough, now that the ground is solid... [Give her a minute, she just used a lot of power reeling that BACK in.]

[pinnd_buttrfly]

[He watches her curiously.]

That was not a spell from my world. What sort of spell was it?

[weatherbraids]

It's weather magic. My power is with the weather. [Tris is closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths.] All my braids? Weather. Tides, winds- [Tris waves her hand at the wind, sitting up some.] - storms, quakes... lightning... [She's going to get back up all the way from where she was sitting to gather up the quake.]

Magic back home is nothing like yours, either.

[pinnd_buttrfly]

[He lets her catch her breath for a few moments before answering.]

Your magic feels like mine. You're bonded to other people.

[weatherbraids]

[Tris is jerking her head up and making a face very like she's been hit with a board.]

Yes- I am. My foster-siblings. We're... a bit... different, even for home.

[pinnd_buttrfly]

[He raises his eyebrows, kicking aside a bit of dirt that's blocking his path across the minefield of buried Kishins.]

So you're unique? Are people generally not bonded to anyone at all?

[weatherbraids]

[Tris nods, fussing at her hair a little.] Generally. We're... an exception. It's because of something one of my foster-sisters did when we were younger, and she didn't exactly have much of a choice.