Hot Spot looked rather agitated by all of this, what if his suspicions proved correct and this was all some sort of evil plot to take away his powers, or something like that. Well, he had given his word to go through with it, and he liked to think that his word carried some weight with it. He couldn't very well back out at present, it wouldn't be right. Though... his fellow Titans seemed to not be entirely comfortable with this at all, Aqualad especially, what was up with fishboy anyway?
He paced to get some of the tension off the top of his head, then slowly headed into the circle. /A million bucks, fishboy, you better have it ready if my suspicions were right.../he thought to himself as he glanced about.
Silvermane kept her expression as neutral as she was capable of, but Slizzath's overly casual manner with Aristotle just had her trusting him even less than usual. He'd always made her uncomfortable, but that blatant disrespect didn't sit well with her at all.
Everything had come together, and she hated to be pessimistic, but it felt like they should have had to struggle more to get everything in place. But then, not everything happened like it did in stories, and Aristotle had struggled throughout his whole life for this.
She was a little scared of how the powers would all merge, but she trusted Aristotle to know what he was doing. There was only one person that she didn't trust here, and she doubted that even he had the power to override all of the combined power of the Dragons and Aristotle...especially in such a carefully designed ritual.
Ophelia frowned a little in Slizzath's general direction, but averted her gaze quickly to the circle and her friends. "It did seem to happen pretty suddenly," she said quietly, agreeing with Corey. At least to her and the others it had. At times, it seemed like they would never get to this point, and now, here they were. She knew for Aritstotle it had been much, much longer.
But she knew what they would all be getting out of this, and she couldn't help but smile just a little as she stepped into the circle. She was a bit nervous about the ritual like Silvermane was, but she trusted Aristotle. They had gotten so far, it seemed like nothing could go wrong at this point.
All right. There's absolutely nothing strange and familiar about an old man and a circle.
That nagging feeling just wouldn't go away, like this was a big, stupid mistake. Sure, Lightning had no problem helping out and all of that, but seeing the nervous expressions on some people's faces, especially Aqualad's, he had to doubt a few things. Nonetheless, he turned his attention to the circle.
Aristotle walks forward, smiling wide. "Thank you all for coming. I... am grateful for you all taking part in this. Giving me a chance to do what I have prepared my entire life for."
He turns, indicating the posts with the seal-paper upon them. "There are eight of these, as you can see. For the ritual to go ahead, your powers need to be brought to their zenith... and these shall help you do it. Simply strike one of these posts with a demonstration of your powers, and when it is done, that may be brought about."
Lightning, in particular, may notice something oddly familiar about all this...
Terra, however, notices nothing familiar. Slade never told her about the brief stint he pulled as a mage, and if he had, she wouldn't have wanted to remember it. So, almost cautiously and definitely with a degree of hesitation, she calls a rock out of the ground and flings it at the post that, she assumes, "belongs" to her.
*Gust nodded politely to Aristotle, speaking respectfully out of habit and a feeling of ceremony* Very well. *She moved over to one of the posts and swiped one hand towards it, sending a small blast of air to strike the seal. And then waited.*
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He paced to get some of the tension off the top of his head, then slowly headed into the circle. /A million bucks, fishboy, you better have it ready if my suspicions were right.../he thought to himself as he glanced about.
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Everything had come together, and she hated to be pessimistic, but it felt like they should have had to struggle more to get everything in place. But then, not everything happened like it did in stories, and Aristotle had struggled throughout his whole life for this.
She was a little scared of how the powers would all merge, but she trusted Aristotle to know what he was doing. There was only one person that she didn't trust here, and she doubted that even he had the power to override all of the combined power of the Dragons and Aristotle...especially in such a carefully designed ritual.
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But she knew what they would all be getting out of this, and she couldn't help but smile just a little as she stepped into the circle. She was a bit nervous about the ritual like Silvermane was, but she trusted Aristotle. They had gotten so far, it seemed like nothing could go wrong at this point.
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That nagging feeling just wouldn't go away, like this was a big, stupid mistake. Sure, Lightning had no problem helping out and all of that, but seeing the nervous expressions on some people's faces, especially Aqualad's, he had to doubt a few things. Nonetheless, he turned his attention to the circle.
There was no going back now.
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He turns, indicating the posts with the seal-paper upon them. "There are eight of these, as you can see. For the ritual to go ahead, your powers need to be brought to their zenith... and these shall help you do it. Simply strike one of these posts with a demonstration of your powers, and when it is done, that may be brought about."
Lightning, in particular, may notice something oddly familiar about all this...
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