[OPENING] magical training log

[spellslash]

Who: Brie, whichever newbies want to show up.
Where: The beach.
When: Day 4
Open/Closed: OTA

[It's about noon on the island, based on the position of the sun. The newbies have had a few days to settle in, but that doesn't mean they've fully mastered their newfound abilities.

As much stock as Genette puts into telepathy, Brie is more concerned about their other newfound gifts. She's aggressively tried to wrangle as many newbies as possible onto the sandy shores of the beachfront area for some magic practice.

She's got a list of everyone's magic -- only a few vague notes, limitations are for you to discover -- and she's handing out missions for magic training. If you want to participate? Feel free. If you don't? Suit yourself.

But understanding your magic isn't just an activity that benefits the group. Learning your magic's abilities may be what stands between you and survival, which is something she makes perfectly clear.]

Comments

[ofthedemiurgescomposition]

A.

[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.]

A

[potentite]

[Well, Jake does like friendly people. People who approach him first make him feel a little more relaxed.]

Oh, um, yes. Since they're being kind enough to offer up training exercises, I thought it prudent to toss my hat into the ring.

[ofthedemiurgescomposition]

[Kind enough. The words make Joshua scoff. Kind is the last thing he could call anyone in this situation, no matter what veneer they put on.]

"Yes. It also gives me a good chance to use my abilities. Without, well... accidentally traumatizing a person." [Not that he'd mind but he really doesn't want to have to deal with the aftermath of that.]

[potentite]

[That sounds a little serious.] Traumatizing someone? Goodness, that must be troubling. What sort of powers are they?

[ofthedemiurgescomposition]

"Perception manipulation. I can control the very way you perceive reality. So naturally... I can do some rather, incomprehensible things. Well, for you anyways." [Welp, time to check one person off the test list. "Mind if I test it out on you, just so you can get a sense of it?"

[potentite]

[It surprises him a little but he nods.] I don't mind at all. It's what we're here to do after all, isn't it?

[ofthedemiurgescomposition]

[He smiles. Victim number one you have now been chosen.] "Alright. Now, I want you to think of a number. Any number."

[potentite]

Oh, this sounds like a magic trick. [It amuses him a little but he smiles and thinks of the number 30.] Okay, I'm thinking of one.

[ofthedemiurgescomposition]

"It only sounds like one because I'm trying to do something less dangerous to you. There are some pretty terrible things I can do to you without holding back, you know." [And now he is half-inclined to do something like that to Jake. Just to see how he reacts. It will be somewhat entertaining. Though, he's not a sadistic person, so he won't go too far over the line. Maybe. But he might as well ask first.] "Unless, you want me to go that far."

[potentite]

[Something terrible, huh. It kind of feels challenging but maybe he shouldn't jump at it.]

Ahh, well, um, you can try something simple first and if you want to try something harder, you can?

[ofthedemiurgescomposition]

"Hmm... I can work with that. Alright, so that number you were thinking of earlier. Tell me it."

[potentite]

It's thirty!

[ofthedemiurgescomposition]

"Alright." [He concentrates on the idea, repeating it in his own head. "every number is now 30." He then feels himself "direct" it at Jake, so to speak, but really he's just making himself try and impose it on his target. That idea being implanted into Jake's perception of reality. When he's done it, he then holds up his hand, motioning with three fingers.] "How many fingers am I holding up?"

[potentite]

[Jake blinks a few times, looking confused. Then he rubs his eyes and looks again, mouth moving silently as he counts.]

Th— Thirty?

[ofthedemiurgescomposition]

"Alright."

[He turns away from Jake, hand still out and begins to walk, stopping to look back with another command.]

"Count up for me."

[potentite]

[He isn't sure if he should follow or not but he does take a few steps forward just in case.] Oh, um, one, two, three, four, five...

[ofthedemiurgescomposition]

"...Hm."

[Okay, conceptual aspects, not maintainable. Maybe he'd try something a little different.]

"Think of a person."

[potentite]

[The first person that pops into his head is Dirk. It makes him flush but he nods.]

All right, I am.