[Joshua was off to find the first victim of his little game. Or well, mission. He is to alter the perceptions of three people in any manner he wants. And he has many manners he can do so. But he likes to tailor things personally to people, that's what more in line with his tastes. So he approaches you, smile on his face and hands behind his back. He seems friendly, at least, on the surface, but all he is doing is simply getting ready to set up.]
"Hello there. Are you involved in this training excursion too?"
B.
[It's later in the day, the sun is starting to go down. His eyes are fixated on the sky, somewhat glazed over. He's seeing what he can do with his magic. Namely, what he can do to himself. He raises his hand towards the sky, and it's a stark white. He's in his composer form. He's not actually, but he is making himself think he is. It's a small, meaningless gesture, yet it gives him a certain sense of comfort. Of course, also realizing that he is not immune to his own magic is, slightly terrifying in a way. Namely, with one question.
[What if he loses control?
[He knows it can happen, and it has happened to over people, and so if he lost it, he would likely end up the victim if no one else was around to occupy the position. And that was all the more reason why he had to control himself as strongly as he was. Well, it didn't matter. He jumps to his feet, and he keeps up the illusion. But as he's beginning to leave, he notices someone else. He could have sworn he was alone here. Maybe he was starting to lose control. He shouts across the beach:]
"Hey... you aren't an illusion, are you?" [Yep. What a great way to start off Josh.]
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[Joshua was off to find the first victim of his little game. Or well, mission. He is to alter the perceptions of three people in any manner he wants. And he has many manners he can do so. But he likes to tailor things personally to people, that's what more in line with his tastes. So he approaches you, smile on his face and hands behind his back. He seems friendly, at least, on the surface, but all he is doing is simply getting ready to set up.]
"Hello there. Are you involved in this training excursion too?"
B.
[It's later in the day, the sun is starting to go down. His eyes are fixated on the sky, somewhat glazed over. He's seeing what he can do with his magic. Namely, what he can do to himself. He raises his hand towards the sky, and it's a stark white. He's in his composer form. He's not actually, but he is making himself think he is. It's a small, meaningless gesture, yet it gives him a certain sense of comfort. Of course, also realizing that he is not immune to his own magic is, slightly terrifying in a way. Namely, with one question.
[What if he loses control?
[He knows it can happen, and it has happened to over people, and so if he lost it, he would likely end up the victim if no one else was around to occupy the position. And that was all the more reason why he had to control himself as strongly as he was. Well, it didn't matter. He jumps to his feet, and he keeps up the illusion. But as he's beginning to leave, he notices someone else. He could have sworn he was alone here. Maybe he was starting to lose control. He shouts across the beach:]
"Hey... you aren't an illusion, are you?" [Yep. What a great way to start off Josh.]