There were ugly bruises and lacerations everywhere. The three men limped to a nearby table as Andrik and Trask puzzled over the sudden departure of the thugs just as they were about to deliver the thrashing they had obviously intended.
Kuvarakh hesitantly suggested it may have been himself that did it. When he explained how his anger had apparently reflected somehow into his target's consciousness and altered his point of view, Trask nearly danced with delight.
"You DID it!" he cheered, clapping him on the back. "Though I can't say that getting brained is the best method of orienting your focus on your target, Kuvarakh. Still, it shows that the potential is there!"
Andrik nearly fell over as he whirled around, "Kuvarakh? Kuvarakh from Professor Feldorin's class at the U?" his face lit with mischief, "I might have known! You never were one to do things the easy way! Sit, sit! Gods, tell me what you've been doing."
They enjoyed a short reunion as Kuvarakh and Andrik regaled each other with accounts of the last several years' doings. Kuvarakh omitted the brutal killing of his former master in a vengeful rage and gave a slightly "glorified" version of hie years as an apprentice alchemist, choosing to focus more on his new course of hypnosis.
This, naturally, gave Andrik the nostalgic opening to recall the accident in the lab so many years ago. As they talked, little details sprang up among the small talk. Like Andrik's recollection of how they had locked eyes and how once Kuvarakh got angry and leaned back, Andrik had felt an odd dizziness. How it felt as if part of his mind was pulled with Kuvarakh. How it was the same feeling he had had during the argument in the professor's office the day before when the accident had happened. The conversation Andrik had had with the professor after Kuvarakh had left after the accident. The partial exchange of abilities and characteristics.
Andrik's remark died in mid-sentence as he stared at Trask, who was staring off, his mouth agape. Andrik and Kuvarakh shared a look and a shrug. "What is it, Aldren?"
"That's it, that's what's wrong! Your anger. The pressure, the inner pressure. All this time I've been trying to get you to calm down, to relax. But it only worked when you got upset." He waved down Kuvarakh's interruption. "No, no, the calm is still good for your meditation, but it's only when you have emotional pressure that you've been able to direct your djed OUT!"
Kuvarakh frowned, "Are you saying I can only perform hypnosis when I'm angry?"
Trask shrugged without losing enthusiasm, "Maybe for now. You're only beginning. No one has the control they want when they first start! Maybe laughter will do it as well, or crying. Anything that will give you that feeling of pressure inside to send out to your target. You just need to work on learning to access that ability to direct djed without having to rely on anger to do it."
Kuvarakh was growing enthused now. "We can figure it out. Let's get started."
They invited Andrik to stay with them, but he was leaving soon for Syliras, which, they all agreed, was probably for the best if he was coming under the scrutiny of the University's traditionalist element.
They all wished each other well, and Trask and Kuvarakh returned to Trask's home to begin the next phase of his training.
OOC continued HERE