( Λυdιo+Vιdεo )
( Audio. Worried footsteps in the city street, the dull clink of mail under a tunic, the low rumble of the attacking statues in the distance. )
Piers? Sheba? Krade-- Jenna? ( Missing sister, can't protect her when he isn't there. No panic, just worry. Lots of it. This hardly sounds like a safe place-- ) Hello?
( A long pause, then suddenly, dim video prompted by a wayward thumb. The brick wall of a filthy alley. Brown hair and clothes in earth colors; a young face, serious and calm-- despite the sounds of chaos around him-- thoughtful brown eyes focused on something unseen in front of him. A golden glow only viewable to some grows from below, and the Forge falls-- literally-- through his fingers, spinning, catching shots of boots, a sword, the sidewalk, colored lights. It hits the concrete with a clatter, feed showing nothing but the dirty niche between a garbage can and the wall.
Seconds go by. A flash of light again, more violent, sudden-- the boots are back. Their owner staggers, gasping for air like a drowned man, shocked by this rebellion of his own power. It takes a minute of time to catch his breath, then he speaks out. A challenge to an unseen antagonist. He knows of one other with a skill like Retreat, and he knows the skill of his adversary. )
This had best not be an attempt to influence my strategy, Alex. ... If it is, it is a poor attempt. I still have the Star, and it is still my intent to light the beacon.
... You know that. ( Alex knows he has no choice. ) Return my sister, and my comp--
( He's cut short by a scream from the left. The Forge is kicked into a tumbling roll as he runs towards the sound, feed finally settling on Felix facing a statue in the street. His hand is upraised and the glow is back-- the statue's movements slow, impeded by an invisible force and it begins to crumble, eroding at an exponential speed. Head and shoulders first, then torso, then legs, finally leaving a pile of gravel and sand where the behemoth once stood to be picked at by the wind.
Felix lowers his hand, looking around apprehensively for the woman who screamed earlier. She's gone, already fled the area, and he's been... very open with his Psynergy in this strange place. Back to the alley, then, to find tha--
End feed. )
( ooc; The light/glow of his Psynergy is only visible to those with magic/spiritual senses. )
Piers? Sheba? Krade-- Jenna? ( Missing sister, can't protect her when he isn't there. No panic, just worry. Lots of it. This hardly sounds like a safe place-- ) Hello?
( A long pause, then suddenly, dim video prompted by a wayward thumb. The brick wall of a filthy alley. Brown hair and clothes in earth colors; a young face, serious and calm-- despite the sounds of chaos around him-- thoughtful brown eyes focused on something unseen in front of him. A golden glow only viewable to some grows from below, and the Forge falls-- literally-- through his fingers, spinning, catching shots of boots, a sword, the sidewalk, colored lights. It hits the concrete with a clatter, feed showing nothing but the dirty niche between a garbage can and the wall.
Seconds go by. A flash of light again, more violent, sudden-- the boots are back. Their owner staggers, gasping for air like a drowned man, shocked by this rebellion of his own power. It takes a minute of time to catch his breath, then he speaks out. A challenge to an unseen antagonist. He knows of one other with a skill like Retreat, and he knows the skill of his adversary. )
This had best not be an attempt to influence my strategy, Alex. ... If it is, it is a poor attempt. I still have the Star, and it is still my intent to light the beacon.
... You know that. ( Alex knows he has no choice. ) Return my sister, and my comp--
( He's cut short by a scream from the left. The Forge is kicked into a tumbling roll as he runs towards the sound, feed finally settling on Felix facing a statue in the street. His hand is upraised and the glow is back-- the statue's movements slow, impeded by an invisible force and it begins to crumble, eroding at an exponential speed. Head and shoulders first, then torso, then legs, finally leaving a pile of gravel and sand where the behemoth once stood to be picked at by the wind.
Felix lowers his hand, looking around apprehensively for the woman who screamed earlier. She's gone, already fled the area, and he's been... very open with his Psynergy in this strange place. Back to the alley, then, to find tha--
End feed. )
( ooc; The light/glow of his Psynergy is only visible to those with magic/spiritual senses. )