[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.]

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[tropism]

My lady. [ of the terrible food. he almost feels bad. ]

Rules are the same for everyone: I need your hand, if you please.

[ he extends his hand to him like he's going to take her for a dance. ] It's gonna be scary. You can hold onto me until I'm done story-telling.

[introspects]

O-Oh, okay! I look forward to hearing it!

[ alright! she lightly rests her hand in his, unsure of what's to come... ]

[tropism]

ooc; oh wow i just linked the wrong thing up there for powers. here it is in case you need it for reference!


Alright. Keep in mind, I don't know how soon my powers will affect you, but either way, it shouldn't be anything physical.

[ and he holds it lightly, thumb resting on the side as giorno thinks about a story. he can't exactly go around telling people about the mafia, so ... a modified version of his childhood will have to do. ]

When I was a kid, I saw a witch underneath my bed.

I lived in a small city with my mother. My mother was ... always busy. She would leave in the evening to go to work, and I would often be left alone in the dark.

When you're five and you sleep alone in a big room, everything feels like it's alive, right? The shadows can be tricky. Things aren't always pitch-black, there's always some light from the street lamps outside, or the moon, or whatever. And then there are noises from the street and your neighbours, things like that.

Yours eyes strain to make up for the lack of sight in the dark. It's the same with your hearing. I never slept well enough in the dark because of that; I was frightened by too many things.

Anyway, one evening, I woke up in the middle of the night because something was poking underneath my mattress. Not enough to put the bed out of place. Just ... uncomfortable. At first I thought I was lying on a pillow, or a toy. So I got up.

I don't have a night light in my bedroom, and I don't want to just switch on the light when I'm still sort of asleep. So I switched the light on in the bathroom across my bed. The dim yellow light made things a bit brighter, and I flung the bedcovers here and there to see what I was lying down on. Nothing.

So I bent low on the side of my bed to see what was poking me. And there was a witch underneath my bed.

It grabbed my hand and hissed. I ran away, screaming, and went out of my bedroom. I watched it come out underneath my bed and like a long, thin shadow, move around my bed and flicker back and forth the doorway, before it disappeared.

So. That's my story. [ he glances at her face. ] How do you feel?

[introspects]

[ ooc: thank you!

orihime starts off listening excitedly at first. she doesn't get scared by ghost stories very easily; she's actually made some of her own in the past, too! she's just an odd girl in general, so it may be weird to giorno that she's smiling, at first, as he explains the background of the story.

gradually, however, she begins to feel something akin to dread stirring in her chest. something unpleasant. unsettling.

something like fear. ]

O...Oh...

[ it's not too bad, but orihime feels paranoid now of something lurking behind her; she turns around every so often throughout the rest of the story to check if there's anyone there, but alas, there's nobody. still, it's a testament to giorno's power that she's gotten this shaken up over his story. ]

That was a lot scarier than I expected... Wow.

[tropism]

[ he looks surprised at that - probably because he wasn't really expecting it to work, but also because he didn't really think it was a scary enough story. after all, he's just working overtime to get his mission out of the way. the fact that he apparently did a good job is a nice bonus, though, so he smiles, and lets go of her hand. ]

If you need any help fighting witches, I'm here.

[ he can't even say if that's not going to become real or not; after all, a witch brought them here. but it's for her comfort, more than anything else. ]

[introspects]

Aaah! A-Are there really witches here?!

[ she's clearly still paranoid! what a strange feeling. orihime's never been this frightened by a ghost story before, even as giorno releases her hand. ]

W-Well, other than the one who brought us here...

[tropism]

I just assumed there's more than one.

Don't worry about it.

[ so, the funny thing about having powers you're not used to: he can't really gauge how long the effects will last, because he's not familiar with it at all. right now he thinks that it's instantaneous, so her behaviour is quite at odds at what he's expecting of himself. ]