[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

[tropism]

Definitely. Alright, let's see ...

[ the idea is to give him a story that's more or less something he can easily tell but is also familiar enough to provoke a reaction. and also, hopefully, won't give him too much away. it takes him a while (and it's a bit awkward as they stood there) hand-holding before he starts on a story. it's more or less a retelling of something that he'd heard of back home. ]

This story takes place in an alleyway back home. The details don't matter; certain figures remain central, however, because it's the kind of story that happens everywhere. People, in general, just aren't as nice as they should be. And back home, well. The city can chew up and spit out anyone who isn't careful.

So.

There was once an old woman coming home from work one evening. She decided that before going home, she'd stop by a convenience store to buy some cigarettes. She parks her tiny car right around the sidewalk, gets out, purchases a pack, and goes back into her car.

She was on the way to her route back home when she heard rustling at the back seat of her car. Startled, she glances at the rear view mirror.

Instead of seeing headlights, or the scenery, she sees a man's face.

Terrified, she hits the brakes immediately, and jumps out of the car and into the square. She starts screaming loudly so that bystanders can hear.

The man escapes out the other door, and runs into the alleyways where nobody was able to find him.

The old woman heads back to the store to call the police. The shopkeep and her son, who had come to her aid, calms her down and helps her talk to the police once they arrive.

They search her car. They find a cloth smelling like chloroform on the floor.

That's my story. [ a pause. ] No ghosts this time, I guess, but whatever. It's creepy enough!

[windeity]

[It is definitely awkward and yet John's letting this happen. It probably has to do with the fact he's used to weird things happening to him, and when he's about to ask what he's waiting for Giorno starts talking.

The thing is that this is a story that could actually, reasonably, happen to anybody in a big enough city. There's nothing like this in their new universe but he's heard enough stories like this on the news and seen it online. These are real problems, real things that people could do.

And it's unsettling, isn't it? How quickly someone can slip in without warning and without thinking he does turn his head to glance over his shoulder just in case. It's only when he looks back that he responds.]

Creepy is a pretty good word for it. How do people even protect themselves from stuff like that where you're from? Besides remembering to lock their cars, I guess. [Nevertheless there's a slight sense of unease. There are a lot of people on this island, but what if they aren't all good? That's stupid. This is a stupid thought. BUT WHAT IF...] Anyway, sometimes the best stories are the short ones like that. So good job.

[tropism]

[ giorno shrugs. ] If she weren't clever, or strong enough to fight, she would've died or disappeared. Your options are limited if you're just the right kind of victim.

And I'm glad you liked it. I guess it's pointless to say it won't happen here since circumstances are different, but there's no guarantee in the future. People can be cruel, and there are many ways to get someone in trouble.

Thanks for playing. [ he lets go of his hand. ] I'm Giorno.




ooc; i'm a dumbass who linked the wrong link for his powers page in his top level so here it is just in case

[windeity]

[It's something to think about. It's unsettling to think about but at the same time he grins slightly and nods along.]

John. And maybe you are right about that. No guarantee in the future, I mean. [With his hand free, he's also slipping his hands in his pockets.] Plus if we are going to other planets we don't know if there will be life on those planets we have to adjust to, too.

[But okay.] So your training requires...what, public speaking? [What was that all about.]

[tropism]

As I was telling another girl - we will always be invaders wherever we go.

[ giorno slips his hands in his pockets, looking thoughtful. ] I, for one, am rather excited about the prospect of traveling to other planets. It's not exactly a thing that's possible from back home ... I have plenty of work to come back to, but this one, I'm really looking forward to.

And my training is actually quite simple: I'm supposed to make people uncomfortable. [ a smile. ] This is just a really convenient way of doing it.

[windeity]

You are not wrong about that. And as someone who has been to other planets before it is definitely pretty sweet. I wish we knew more about where we were going first but the idea's pretty cool anyway. I doubt you'll be disappointed.

[Ahhh. There's a slightly more open grin then.] Interesting kind of training. I think you were pretty successful though, so congrats.

crawls back from the grave. i'm a bit slow this week im gomen

[tropism]

Really? You must tell me which planets you've been to.

[ a tilt of the head. ] And thank you. It's quite useful in its own way, though different from what I'm used to. I'm pleased with it.

Do you have a power, as well?

no worries at all! I backtag into infinity so you're good

[windeity]

I don't know if they're planets other people have heard of? They were sort of designed for us. [In a way. Uh. How do you even explain something like that...maybe not explaining is the best route.]

If you can make it work then I guess that is all there is to say about it. Better than a power you don't like or can't use. [He's not exactly the most strategic person, but he can imagine how it'd be useful.] But now I am a little curious what you're used to. [But to answer the question...] A power here? Yeah. It's not as specific as yours and I am still learning what all I can do with it, but I think it's mostly considered "fusion."

tnx!!

[tropism]

Fusion. Like how reactors work, or something else?

[ feel free to demonstrate. or just talk, he's up for that. ]

I think a power you don't like or can't use is even worse! Being unwilling to understand what you can do, or unable, could just lead to other people or yourself being hurt or compromised in different scenarios.

[windeity]

And the last thing we need is a bunch of people wrecking themselves while we're still not even sure what we're really doing. [A shake of the head. However, he doesn't entirely respond about reactors and instead he tilts his head curiously.]

Maybe something else. What do you have in your pockets right now that isn't of huge value to you?