18th Spring 522 AV – T&T Apartments
The quill scratched across the parchment page of his journal, the fresh page already more than half filled with what he had scraped together of Reimancy by himself. If he flicked the page between this new intallment of magic and past one, like the Flux for example, it was clear this was a new exploration. Very few additions had been made since the first few pages that read like he had copied it from a book – much like most of the rest. He had tried to find the book at first but had since given up, the reading of his letter about, or between, Tazrae and himself telling him that she had taken it back into her custody.
Don’t blame her, if it’s hers, but sure could be useful right now he mused to himself as she frowned at the pages, carefully finishing the notation he was making before taking up charcoal and fleshing out a rough sketch of the Res orbs he had made and the approximated sphere of influence around himself he had found was the current limit of his control.
His fingertips grew dark from his smudging as the sweat started to bead upon his brow, his concentration currently split as a formal test of how much that control was absolute within said sphere. He wasn’t pushing himself overly hard, he had restricted himself to one glistening silver orb of Res, slowly orbiting his body as he worked at his journal. It was as much an exercise at multitasking as it was at Reimancy, though he could feel the drain in both respects. He was used to splitting his attention these days, delving into magic had forced him to think differently and it was now bearing fruit. He needed to know whether he could manipulate Res whilst doing other things – his mind flickering up with the image of the Vision Waters briefly, as one example.
“There…about as good as it’s going to get before I discover more with this. The real question, though, isn’t about spheres of control now…is it? It’s about what it can be used for. How could it become a weapon?” he mused to himself as he finished up with his drawing and writing, pushing himself to stand up fully and stepping back from the table a pace.
The Res continued to orbit him a few times slowly as he scratched his chin thoughtfully, eventually returning to his outstretched hand as he extended his arm – for some reason the physical gestures and…well touch almost…helped him with his control. He suspected that might be because he was new to the magic and that necessity might fade over time. Then again, he was quite a tactile man and so perhaps it never would truly fade, simply a part of his unique personality that reared its head within his powers. He thought about what he might create with the Res construct, after a few moments his eyes lingering upon the battered remains of a chair sorely in need of replacing due to the wear and tear it had had inflicted upon it.
He smiled and mentally started to stretch the Res orb, willing it to be more malleable, almost droopy in nature, eventually letting it take over once it got the mental image he was trying to imprint upon it and watching it become almost like a coiled rope. That was another curious thing he was discovering, the Res was almost instinctive, taking a while tog et what he wanted it to do but, once it had grasped the communication it seemed to almost take over and do it of its own accord, the effort required by him lessening somewhat at that point.
The quill scratched across the parchment page of his journal, the fresh page already more than half filled with what he had scraped together of Reimancy by himself. If he flicked the page between this new intallment of magic and past one, like the Flux for example, it was clear this was a new exploration. Very few additions had been made since the first few pages that read like he had copied it from a book – much like most of the rest. He had tried to find the book at first but had since given up, the reading of his letter about, or between, Tazrae and himself telling him that she had taken it back into her custody.
Don’t blame her, if it’s hers, but sure could be useful right now he mused to himself as she frowned at the pages, carefully finishing the notation he was making before taking up charcoal and fleshing out a rough sketch of the Res orbs he had made and the approximated sphere of influence around himself he had found was the current limit of his control.
His fingertips grew dark from his smudging as the sweat started to bead upon his brow, his concentration currently split as a formal test of how much that control was absolute within said sphere. He wasn’t pushing himself overly hard, he had restricted himself to one glistening silver orb of Res, slowly orbiting his body as he worked at his journal. It was as much an exercise at multitasking as it was at Reimancy, though he could feel the drain in both respects. He was used to splitting his attention these days, delving into magic had forced him to think differently and it was now bearing fruit. He needed to know whether he could manipulate Res whilst doing other things – his mind flickering up with the image of the Vision Waters briefly, as one example.
“There…about as good as it’s going to get before I discover more with this. The real question, though, isn’t about spheres of control now…is it? It’s about what it can be used for. How could it become a weapon?” he mused to himself as he finished up with his drawing and writing, pushing himself to stand up fully and stepping back from the table a pace.
The Res continued to orbit him a few times slowly as he scratched his chin thoughtfully, eventually returning to his outstretched hand as he extended his arm – for some reason the physical gestures and…well touch almost…helped him with his control. He suspected that might be because he was new to the magic and that necessity might fade over time. Then again, he was quite a tactile man and so perhaps it never would truly fade, simply a part of his unique personality that reared its head within his powers. He thought about what he might create with the Res construct, after a few moments his eyes lingering upon the battered remains of a chair sorely in need of replacing due to the wear and tear it had had inflicted upon it.
He smiled and mentally started to stretch the Res orb, willing it to be more malleable, almost droopy in nature, eventually letting it take over once it got the mental image he was trying to imprint upon it and watching it become almost like a coiled rope. That was another curious thing he was discovering, the Res was almost instinctive, taking a while tog et what he wanted it to do but, once it had grasped the communication it seemed to almost take over and do it of its own accord, the effort required by him lessening somewhat at that point.
