towerofanimus | Tear's Big Project, Day 1

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Tear's Big Project, Day 1

Characters: Tear Grants and YOU
Setting: The meadow on Floor 25
Format: Starting action, reply as you wish.
Summary: This is the first of the two days for Tear's offer of training in magic. There will be closed parts for certain people and a few open sections.
Warnings: Magic, fighting, Luke and Asch in the same area with pointy things, possible explosions?

[Tear made her way to the meadow thirty minutes early, a book in her hand as she made that way. She looked around at the empty space and grimaced. Why she'd thought this was a good idea, she'd never know, but she was determined to see if she could get the residents of this Tower of Horror to arm themselves in light of the recent problems with the administration.]

Closed for Luke fon Fabre (OU)
[If the redhead looked carefully enough, he'd see the brunette looking off into the distance at the flowers as she waited for the others to gather.]

Closed for Asch the Bloody, Sheba and Xion
[She'd decided to work on the redheads away from one another, but any friends they brought were fine. She'd expected to see the blond after their exchange on the network.

Closed for V/V, AU Link and Zelda
[She couldn't wait to introduce her two new friends to one another. Link had training with bows and swords. Between those, Tear was sure that V/V would find something she could use.]

Open Section for Magic Training
[This was perhaps the most anxious part of the entire ordeal—trying to figure out how the magics of so many worlds worked and to see if those interested could actually learn to use the Seventh Fonon, or if she was going to be spending her night telling them all how to do battle first aid.

Only time would tell, right?]

Open Section for Fighting Training
[As opposed to the magic training, this, this she had no issue with. She was a proficient with her staffs, maces and knives. Besides, she'd learned as a child that anything could be used as a weapon in times of need. And with the many sword wielders as she'd met since coming to the tower, she knew that this would be fine!]

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Er... yeah, a little. The seventh fonon was a... mutation of the other six and the memory things, right?

[He wasn't entirely sure that was it; that boat trip had been forever ago.]

The planet's memory particles, yes, but they also have to do with sound. When Natalia and I called on the Seventh Fonon to heal, we're basically calling on the planet's memory of what our target's body looks like whole to repair the damage. Does that make sense?

But the main component of being a Seventh Fonist has to do with sound. That's why Scorers and Melodists are in such demand by the Order. Scorers to actually read the Score and Melodists to sing Yulia's Hymns and Fonic Hymns, although I think Van and I are the only two who can be counted as Melodists anymore, since it's such a rare talent.

[Luke nodded slowly, trying to absorb all that.]

So... the planet remembers what we're supposed to be like, and the Seventh Fonon responds best to sound? That makes sense... but why does it still work in a place like this?

[She smiles at him for a bit.]

I say the planet, but it's really Lorelei that remembers what we look like so that we can be healed. I'm not sure why our powers still work so well, but it's probably linked to the way our kidnappers took us.

[She pauses to think about the situation.] Do you still have headaches when Lorelei or Asch try to contact you?

[He paused at that, staring at her.]

Wait... the headaches before-- that was from Lorelei? Lorelei?!

[She nodded slowly.] You remember how you used to hear voices? That was Lorelei trying to communicate with you and Asch. Since the two of you were perfect isofons, you were the only ones that Lorelei could contact at all.

[Hey, be lucky you weren't Tear. Lorelei actually possessed her!]

[Luke stared for a moment, before he let out a frustrated noise, mussing up his own hair as he tried not to flail his arms.]

Why doesn't anyone tell me these things!?

[He grumbled loudly, finally letting his hands drop.]

I haven't heard anything from Lorelei since getting here. Asch's... fon calls still hurt though.

[Really, did everyone around him think Luke was stupid and couldn't handle the truth? Why was this being left to her? Asch could have.... Never mind, she'd handle it and then deal with the stupid God General as well.]

I don't know what the others thought they were doing by not telling you these things, since Asch had no qualms about ruining Akzeriuth. [She sighed and massaged her forehead for a moment.]

Yes, the headaches were from Lorelei. I know that they got worse after your fon slots were opened by Sync, Dist and Asch at Chorral Castle. I think since you're so far from Lorelei now that might be the reason you can't hear it. As for Asch...

[If she got the chance, she'd make sure the God-General suffered for being such an ass towards Luke. Really, it was getting out of hand.]

He's a jerk. At least he's not me...

[He paused a moment, like he just realized what he said, both on the stairs before and now. He let out a small laugh, folding his arms behind his head.]

...I guess that's the only good time to say that about your duplicate...

[He knew Tear wasn't going to get it, but he let out a snicker anyway.]

[She blinked at the laugh. How was this even remotely funny? However, seeing him not trying to go after his original to cause a fight was a step in the right direction. At least she might not have to deal with Luke's self-esteem when it came to who was more important and needed.]

Okay...

Heh... it's a long story. Maybe Yu-sensei and I'll tell you about it.

[He let his hands drop, opening up the book curiously.]

So, where do we start?

[She shook her head before coming over to close the book.]

Save that for later, okay? Right now, we need to do some concentration exercises. Sit down and close your eyes.

O-oh... okay.

[He let out a sheepish noise as he did as she asked, setting the book down next to him. Amnon hopped off his shoulder, curling up on top of it.]

[It's surprising, but in the time that she and Luke have been talking, she'd nearly forgotten about the adorable cheagle. She scratched the area between Amnon's ears before taking a seat next to the book herself.]

I'm going to cast a simple healing spell and I want you to tell me if you can feel the seventh fonon, alright?

[How well he felt it would tell her a lot of things. Since he was a replica and made almost completely out of the particle, his sensitivity would be an indicator of how much they'd have to work to control his hyperresonance.

Carefully, she cast a first aid spell on the redhead, waiting for his answer.]

[It was... weird. Tear had cast First Aid on him lots of times before, but he never really had a chance to think about what it felt like. He frowned to himself, trying to put it into words.]

It feels... warm. Is that the Seventh Fonon?

[She sighed, feeling lighter. Good, even with the separation from Lorelei, Luke could still reach out and communicate with the part of it that was attracted to him.]

Yes. It is. Now, try to reach out with your mind and touch the fonons back.

[Luke's face scrunched up; he wasn't quite sure what she meant by that. How was he supposed to reach out to something that wasn't there? Was it kind of like Van's trick? Pretending it was flooding out through his fingers?]

[He tried to picture that; him reaching out to some glowing non-thing that he didn't really understand. For a moment, he couldn't feel anything... and then he shuddered, feeling that warmth increase inside of him.]

W-whoa...

[She smiled softly, blushing a bit with pride at the way that this Luke seemed to be able to catch on to reaching out to the Seventh Fonon. She stopped the arte and looked at him for a moment before speaking.]

Now, open your eyes and tell me what that felt like.

[Luke almost didn't want to open his eyes; all while the arte was active, while he was touching the Seventh Fonon, a vivid image came to mind. Instead of the bright and peaceful meadow, it was the middle of the night, a soft breeze wafting though, bringing with it the salty smell of the sea. The moonlight was the only means of seeing the white flowers around him and the sparkling water beyond the cliffs, but that was okay, because it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen…]

[And then it was gone, along with the warmth the Seventh Fonon brought. Luke opened his eyes reluctantly, gazing out at the meadow that wasn't nearly as beautiful.]

…it felt like Auldrant.

[The look on his face, the way he said that one sentence, nearly broke her. She had to close her eyes and shove the sentiment down. She was a soldier.

Tear, the girl, would come out when she was alone, later. For now, they'd carry on, no matter how difficult it was.]

G-good. Now, I want you to close your eyes again with that feeling in your mind and see if you can reach out for it.

[He reached up, rubbing a gloved hand over his eyes, before taking a shaking breath. Luke closed his eyes again, trying to focus on that warm feeling, that feeling that brought to mind images of home. It was there all around him, in the sound the breeze made blowing through the meadow, the sound of his own breath, the grass rustling, their hearts beating... He could almost see it in his mind's eye, like something brilliant and warm that he could reach out and touch it with his hand...]

[He didn't know he raised his hand, not to mention that his fingers had started glowing. The only thing he did know was the tingling feeling of the warmth, spreading up from his fingers and along his arm, the glow following that same path.]

[Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers began to glow with the telltale sign of a hyperresonance building at the tips. When he'd used the power before, she'd always been a few feet away, not at his side. She puts both hands to her chest and waits.

She can't let it go on for very long though, and she knows it. Carefully, she moves until she is sitting next to him and whispers softly in his ear so as to not startle him.

Just in case, she's ready to cast a forcefield to keep the rest of the people in the meadow safe.]

Alright, Luke, now I want you to slowly open your eyes and see what you're doing. I want you to take the glow on the tips of your fingers and slowly let it dissipate.

[Luke almost didn't want to; he was afraid if he did, everything would blow up in his face. That tended to happen way too often, and he wasn't in the mood for it. So "opening his eyes slowly" turned into a shy peek, one lid cracking open. His hand wavered unsteadily, and that glow started moving a little too fast up his arm, as expected.]

[He let out a grunt, trying not to panic as his eyes flung open, grabbing his arm with his other hand in an effort to keep himself steady. Luke forced himself to breathe, the glow steadying, quivering, before finally stopping cold. For a moment, he didn't dare move, barely dared to breathe, before trying to force it back toward the tips of his fingers, just like he'd done in the past.]

[She could feel the disturbance and quickly placed her hands on his elbows to steady him.]

Luke, you can do this. Please, relax. Just let the fonons naturally dissipate. Don't force them.

I-I'm trying...

[Luke forced himself to breathe, try to let it do just that, but any time he just tried to let it follow it's natural path, it crept toward him again. He shook, trying to think; he hated to do such a thing, but he thought back to Master Van's advice, focusing on the tips of his fingers. Just... relax, and the fonons would go away on their own... just... relax...!]

[The glow slowly, very slowly, dissipated, and Luke fell over backwards, spread eagle, on the grass. He was left gasping for breath, but there was still a large grin on his face.]

I-I... I did it...!

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