Dyo 81378 Day 27th Characters: <FONT COLOR="#B7CEB0">V</FONT><FONT COLOR="#B4C8AF">i</FONT><FONT COLOR="#B1C2AE">e</FONT><FONT COLOR="#AFBDAD">k</FONT><FONT COLOR="#ACB7AC"> </FONT><FONT COLOR="#A9B1AB">C</FONT><FONT COLOR="#A9B1AB">a</FONT><FONT COLOR="#A4AAA9">m</FONT><FONT COLOR="#9EA2A7">e</FONT><FONT COLOR="#999BA6">s</FONT><FONT COLOR="#9393A4">t</FONT><FONT COLOR="#8E8CA2">h</FONT></FONT>http://shadowlack.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=1742<?></a> Primary Trade: Alchemist (M) Secondary Trade: Biokinesis (J) The light-slate colored dragon paced about in the classroom, examining each desk of the empty classroom. Good, every desk had a miniature blackboard just as he asked, although he was pretty much surprised that they listened to him at all. All he received was the silent treatment since he took the job at Janardan, even his brother Tannis refused to talk to him. That wouldnÂ’t mean that he was going to turn back on his decision. He wanted to help the youth a little more, although he refused to admit that he wanted to get a certain concern from his mind. . .that being his niece being missing for two weeks. Returning to his desk, he whipped into his antromorph form, not watching where his hand and knocking off the stack of tied papers. Viek retracted like a cat, catching them an inch off the floor with his oddly tentacles on the tips of his wings. Viek gave a breath of relief as he returned the synopsis for the class back on his desk, his tail flame being a dual grey as he did so. Maybe I am nervous. He mused, talking up a piece of chalk and stretching the adjointion ring on the blackboard part of his deck needed for the demonstration. Then, pour some seemly junk items on top. His desk, thus was marked for the first time and make have more stuff to make it feel like him as the days comeÂ…either that or add some thing to make it less boring. The student should be coming soon and the Alchemy class is about to beginÂ… (This is a first shot --I hope this turns out well @_@)
<font color=black>Ebony was strolling down the many halls and corridors, books in hand, brushing past the smaller and older students alike as she did so. Her silver hair flowed gracefully down her back that reached the small of her back and had just been washed and brushed carefully this very morning. Her ebony coat, of which gave her her name glowed and was increadably silky and soft to touch, if she allowed it, and was shimmering silver in the dim light in places due to the light hitting the silver tips. Her most shocking feature are her glistening, pure snow white fangs that overhang from her mouth, and make her look a little meanacing. Her large leathery wings were folded neatly behind her back as she walked down yet another corridor, and the deadly claw at their hinges were too sharpened this morning. Her eyes of a dark sapphire hue glistened too and it appeared that she was in a good mood today. A good thing for the teachers. Today, her clothing was quite revealing. It included a pair of tight black leather trousers and a white shirt, only buttoned up to the middle of her chest... Finally she reached the door she wanted. 217. She opened the door and looked inside. She saw the teacher and cooly stepped into the room. Good morning sir. I'm Ebony Fang. Is this the Alchemy class? She said sweetly, her voice sounding quite musical and soothing to listen to. </font>
Kipcha had wandered off. She reached the classrooms. Her classes were over for today, and wanted to roam the halls. She's been thinking about her brothers. How they're able to do such cool stuff just my raising their hands or twittling their tail. She wanted to learn magic too. This thought got her frustrated to the point where she hit something with her tail. Hard. It put a dent in the wall. *gulp* She ran into the closest open door. <span style='color:purple'>"Whew, that was close."</span> Looking behind her she couldn't notice the female in front of her. <span style='color:purple'>"Ooo. Sorry... I was running. I... saw something crawling on the floor and i thought it ws chasing me. It was probably from the other classes. Yeah."</span> Kip looked in the room. It was like life read her mind. THe classroom was filled with posters, about magic. <span style='color:purple'>" Umm... what class is this? "</span>She looked at one of the posters which said in big blod letters."ALCHEMY" "<span style='color:purple'>Ooh. Can I join this class? It looks.. nice. Oh yeah, I'm Kipcha.</span>" OOC: MY100th post YIPPEE FOR ME :P :P :P
Viek looked at the silver-haired femme as she entered and smiled. He was getting worried about that no one would attend the first part of the course and he would have to go back to statue making. He sat up from his lazy position of his seat, and strieghten his body taking on the checksheet. Ah, here it is...Ebony Fang He marked a symbol next to her name. Ah yes, this is the class. Please take a seat somewhere. The others should be here soon. He replied gently, gesturing with his hand just as Kipcha burst in as if she was chased by a rapine. Viek chucked lightly, "Why, of course, miss. I'll just get you signed in though the Registar before I leave. Can I get your name?" He looked at the timepiece on his desk, as moment later other students begin to walk inside. ((If it okay, I want to wait to see if any one else will arrived before class begins and then make an opportunity for people to make funny tardy scenes ;) ))
Regaining her breath Kipcha spoke between every breath. <span style='color:purple'>"Kipcha. Kipcha...Siruls."</span> I need to work with my speed more. I barely ran past 10 doors and going almost Mach 1. She walked past the one she ran into and looked at her shirt. <span style='color:purple'>Ooo. Hello...Ebony...Fang... Nice Shirt.</span> She walked in and sat down waiting for more instructions.
As usual. Late. Or, so the hallway clocks seemed to tell her. Her first official day of classes, and already she found herself regressing back to old habits. She couldn't help it if she found the halls extra interesting. Goddamn fucking knots.. Today, she had tried, for the first time in weeks, to brush out her stringy hair. She had only been working at it for ten minutes, and already she realized there was no use. The tri-dyed pen' found it frustrating that she only had her fingers, not a comb or a brush, to rake through the rats nest on her head. Issuing a low growl as she stepped into a random room, she tried desperately to free a deadly claw that had become entangled in the mess. She passed both students as they took their seats, and managed to tango towards the teacher's desk still without even acknowledging that she may have been interrupting class. Stopping at its edge, eyes still locked on the nail and the piece of hair, she sidestepped a bit and lifted herself onto the desk. At last, nail still snared, she relieved her gaze of the irritating sight and stared blankly around the room. And.... she was.... where now? Oh yes. Spotting the words "Alchemy", she blinked and restored gaze to her problem, directing her speach towards the teacher. Rochi, Hellsong. ... Could you possibly... help me out here a bit? She swung the formerly grounded right leg overtop of the other, both dangling over the edge of his desk.
Character: Linnet Faith ~ Female ~ 1500 ( <---She’s the one in the avatar) Linnet, the orange blue coloured pendragon walked down the many hallways of Janardan. Head now and mis matched eyes glued to the paper she held in her front paw. The paper was in fact a small map of the school, well if you could call it small. The place was huge she had no idea how she would make it here. She finally looked up from the map to see where she was, she soon found it on the paper and continued to walk towards her first class. Or at least where she thought it was. Her oversized silvery wings kept getting caught on things. She was happy to know that they were to big and she not to small. Meaning that she was still going to grow a bit more. She shook her head knowing she should not spend her time thinking about that right now. Flying class wasn’t till a few more days. Once again she rose her head to find the room she had been looking for “Alchemy-217" She let out a sigh of relief, happy to have found the place on time. She never liked being late. Even if she had come to the school a few weeks late, but that was with good reason. <span style='color: orange'>“I’m sorry if I’m late. First day of classes."</span> She glanced around the room to see that other students had already taken their sets. She followed the example and took one herself. She then looked questionably at the student sitting on the teachers desk. Was this some sort of demonstration?
<span style='color:9393A4'>"Kipcha Siruls...okay got it. I'll sign you up went I-- "</span> Viek turned for the door as Rochi marched in and made her hunch home on his desk. He was about to protest until he noticed what her problem was. <span style='color:9393A4'>"Hmm, fine mess you work your hand into...let me see..."</span> Not seeking to put place himself into the same predictment at the girl, he eyed at his each of his claw until he spotted which marks of the alchemist's sig is he needed to use on the base of his index digit. Viek placed the claw on next to the girl's trapped hand, then activated the magic reaction... Well, Rochi's hand was freed, but there was noting better to say about her hair's day...that is unless a good hair day conisted of every hair of her head standing straight...outwards...like a porcupine. A few classmates couldn't help to laugh at the sight, and Viek would have chuckle as well if he didn't grunted, <span style='color:9393A4'>"Ahem"</span> and everyone seemly and reluctantly quieted down...he reached into the bottom of the opened drawer and produced a comb and handed it to Rochi, <span style='color:9393A4'>"Sorry about that, here, go have a seat and make that more presentable. It should be easiler comb now." </span> As Rochi made her way to her seat, another came in apolizing for her tardiness, but he dismissed it quicky, <span style='color:9393A4'>"No worries, you weren't late by too much,"</span> then looks at the knocked-over timepiece, <span style='color:9393A4'>"but it's time for me to start so please sit down."</span> After checking his attendence list once more, he stood up from the teacher's desk. <span style='color:9393A4'>"Good afternoon, everyone. . .I have to admit that this is my first day of class as well..My name is..." </span> He looked at the blackboard, realizing that he forgot to write his name.Idiot, and a teacher just reminded me to do it not too long ago.. Placing his index finger on the board, he activated another reaction, this time any, if not all, the chalk easerings gather together to make for board writing of his name, looking as if he took the chalk and wrote it himself. <span style='color:9393A4'>"Mr. Viek Camesth or Mr. Camesth for short, and your guide into the art of alchemy"</span> He was nervous on how to start, looking to the back of the class for a bit to come up with a decent start... <span style='color:9393A4'>"Alchemy...it's a--well, what do you believe this ancient art of magic to be? You get bonus points on your first day if you can tell me how its differs from sorcery and kinesis" </span> Lot of hands raised up, and Veik added, <span style='color:9393A4'>"Oh, if you use 'potion' in any part of your answer, you get bonus...negative points" </span> Some hands felled at the thought, <span style='color:9393A4'>"Don't worry, everyone will get a chance to answer, starting from the row to my right going back."</span> ((Alright, now anyone joining in now is really late for class by Role-play time))
Kipcha looked around. uh-oh. No one was in her row. And she was in the first one. This is bad. Especially since all she knew was how to spell alchemy. She darted her eyes around. There's gotta be something that could help me out. Uhhh.. poster, posterrr...ahhh there's one. Basic arts of Alchemy. Oh quaint. Err... let's see... which is the best one to say. Lead to gold, no, too basic. Ahh, there's one <span style='color:purple'>Don't you like uhh... Make... medicine... out.. of.. nerds. and things like that.</span> Wait did i just say nerds? oops... what kinda poster is that? OOH! Herbs... my bad. <span style='color:purple'>Herbs, not nerds. Sorry.</span>I have just insulted a heritage. Hope there arent any proud nerds in here....
A few stared Kipcha while others laughed at the goof, but quieted down shortly as Viek stopped chucking, <span style='color:9393A4'>"Well, that's a little more into herbal healing than alchemy..." </span> As it sways on the floor, his tail flame colors changed into a blue/sliver since he was able to relax around this group, <span style='color:9393A4'>"...so it's not quite what I'm looking for, nice try though. However, the poster all have one thing or word in common...and that's the root of the answer."</span> ((Going to give a while for everyone else to answer before Viek says anymore))
Linnet was one of the many who laugh at the sight of Rochi’s hair standing on end, she had also let out a small chuckle when Kipcha had said nerd instead of herb. Not laughing at him just the way it came out. Anyone could make mistakes. Linnet was now happy that she had not taken one of the many open sits in the front row, but she was indeed on the right for the second. Since Kipcha had already stated his answer she guessed it was her turn. She was not sure of the exact definition for the term but was glad she had taken the time to read thought a few of her books that she had brought with her. <span style='color:orange'>“ Alchemy is the power of transforming,"</span> No wait there was another word for it, oh it doesn’t matter.<span style='color:orange'> “Something simple into something rare, or not so easy to find."</span> There was doubt in her voice, she kicked herself for not taking more time to read her books. It seemed like a much better idea to look around the school at the time. <span style='color:orange'>“And by the way my name is Linnet Faith. If you need to put it down on the paper, Sir."</span> Her mother had told her not to be rude when she left home and she was still in the habit of calling other Sir.
<font color=black>Ebony was a little startled when a pendragon went running into her and just managed to stop her text books from falling all over the floor, and turned her head round to see the culprit. She smiled when she saw the much younger 'dragon. It's alright She said to Kipcha, still smiling. At the compliment to her shirt, her face lifted a little more Thanks! It's one of my favourites. Nice to meet you Kipcha Ebony too went to the desks and knowing that the front row was not the best of palces to sit, she sat behind Kipcha on the second row, towards the left side of the classroom. She piled her books up neatly at one end of the table; which included two Advanced Elemental Sorcery books, two Advanced Ramathian books and a Basic Fighting Skills book which she had lessons of today. It was then that another student arrived...with her hand caught in her hair. Ebony looked surprised, but was even more so when the student, Rochi, sat on the teacher's desk! She rested her head on one hand as she proceeded to observe how teacher would deal with this situation. When Rochi's hair stood up on end, her smile widened but she didn't laugh because she didn't want to seem cruel, especially as one of the older students of the Acadamy. Then another student entered, a bright orange and blue 'dragon and Ebony smiled as the student sat down a few places away from here. The lesson was finally getting underway. Ebony put one leg over the other, as females do out of habit, underneath the table as she sat up and listened to the introduction of the teacher. Mr Camesth. Interesting name. And a new teacher? This could be very interesting...and possibly increadably useful. She thought as he paused whilst he tried to word what he wanted to say. He asked them all a question and obviously wanted each of them to provide and answer as he cast his fascinating coloured eyes on the class. Kapchi was the first to answer and Ebony giggled a little and figured that the girl must be pretty bright to think to look around the room and piece together an answer. The the orange pendragon answered, and remembered to tell the teacher her name. Ebony memorised the girl's name as she was sure that they'de all become friends quite quickly in this small class. Now it was her turn. Alchemy is the art of changing, or transforming, an object into something else that's rare or more useful She said in her musical, mezzo voice. She wasn't sure if she was exactly right but she thought this was a pretty good guess. Now she could rest easy and wait for the others to answer before hearing the true definition</font>
Being in an Alchemy class, which sounded to be a very whimsical name, she shouldn't have been surprised. However, when the instuctor freed her tethered claw from the jaws of her hair, not through physical contact persay, but through some magical trick, well... she was simply astounded. Giving a nod, she glanced upward at chunks of hair that dangled in her face, and attempted to blow them to the side. She stretched the freed hand a bit, and took the comb with delight. Thanks very much, Mr... Not knowing his name, and unable to find it anywhere, she leaned closer, squinting to see if perhaps he had a nametag that her poor eyesight hadn't caught. He then seemed to produce what she sought on the chalkboard, another fancy trick. Mr. Viek Camesth. And, eh, thanks for the comb too. I'll treasure it forever and ever. The statement was half true, as the little cheapskate would most likely be holding onto it for a while, until she could get another to replace it. Swinging her legs to the side, she gracefully launched herself from the desk and took a seat in the very back row, closest to the door. In case of emergencies. She poked fun at herself and gave a sly smile. Nerds! Ha. The class went into an uproar of laughter, and Rochi followed their example. This kids really funny. Clever too, using the posters. Nerds... ahahaha... A toothy grin still plastered to her face, the two toned hellion bent over to reach her bookbag, tore off a portion of paper left hanging from the opening, scribbled something on the surface, and crumpled it up. Placing it on the smooth of her desk, she quickly aligned her wrist with the paper wad, in the direction of Kipcha, and flicked it, sending it full speed in her direction, hoping to either hit her or have it land on her desk. It had said " You're pretty funny there goofster, whats your name, and how old are you?" She repeated the process with two other wads of paper, scribbling messages on each, and hurling one towards Ebony and the other towards Linnet. Ebony's read " What do you think about icecream? Or rootbeer floats?" And on Linnet's, she had scrolled " Do you like icecream?" She hoped that each would at least read theirs, if not send a piece of paper back a-her way with their answer on it. She planned to visit a cafe after class, and wondered if each of her new classmates would like to join her for snacks. Her pondering was interrupted by a few students who turned in their seats to peer at the paper flicking jouvenile, not because they had caught her in the act, but because it was her turn to give an answer to Mr. Viek's question. Ears lowered, and her eyes searched the desk in front of her, flicking left then right, then left again, like a pendulum. Uhhhmmmm..... think, think, think... Al..chemy....issss....... theee, uh... chemistry..... of.... al..ternating...ehm, ordinary...household, eh..... fossil fuels! Into.... .... .. gold. Immediately, she burried her head in folded arms on her desk. Not out of embarassment, but out of fear that rotten produce would be chucked at her, out of nowhere by the students. Oh bother... She desperately needed toothpicks.
Right in the noggin! A nice sheet of paper. Oooh, how nice. So pretty too! With all those nice scribbles on it. Wait. "Those are words! I'm feeling mighty stupid right now." Kip read, in her mind.You're pretty funny there goofster, whats your name, and how old are you? She wrote back:Kipcha Siruls-7oo-yeah nerds are the best medical treatment there is. She looked up wondering where it cam from. "uh-oh... where did i get this from. Luckily for her, she found out. hooked to the piece of paper, was a small piece of hair. Lucky Day! Now she can swing it right back to the right person. But there was something that she couldn't avoid, the teacher. She was in the front row and didn't really want to be rude. But still, notes were meant to be passed on, right? So she took the paper and did the most clichic note pass in history: The Gum Fake. She pretended to take gum out her mouth and put it in the garbage. Which was coincidentally right next to Rochi. Sliding the sheet of paper, from the front of the table, to on top of her lap. "Oh yeah, I'm good."
Viek nodded as he listened to each answer. Some turned out to be similar to what Ebony and Linnet mentioned, in which he had to hide the approval look on his face. Others went out of bounds, and one particular mentioned the lead/gold thesis. He sat on his desk facing his students, relaxed, <span style='color:9393A4'> “Wow… everyone has some very interesting answers and I’m not the favorist and is going to say who had the best answer…I’ll let you be the judge of that" </span> He rested his hand on his leg, eyeing the symbol on his claw for moment, <span style='color:9393A4'> “The art of change being taught here is not to be confused with chemistry, which is also a science that changes objects into something else rare or useful. Alchemy will be the art of changing though magical means…the changing can be many things based on the person’s creativity and imagination. Alchemy can create objects from just from the ground; add life-saver from part of a building if your friend so happened to fall; or…make a useful item…like a certain comb." </span> He looked at Rochi for a moment chuckling, <span style='color:9393A4'> “but don’t think you can just think and it will appearing out of nowhere. There are processes into this magical science that I have yet to show you from the time I wrote on the chalk. . . as well as rules, the most important is the rule of equivalent trade…which leads into the old lead/gold thesis. First off, pure element transmutations are one of the most difficult processes to set up in alchemy among side with machina or muti-object transmutations, although the latter is easier to figure once you get the basics. Based on your emotional value towards the atomic element severely affect the trade. Its like dealing in a pawnshop except you can’t fool this pawner with fake rhinestones. To be blunt, I can cause a transmutation to a pile of lead that can fill this entire classroom now and will only get enough gold to fit in this"</span> He gestured with the palm of his hand, not surprised at the confused look most of the student have. <span style='color:9393A4'> “…The law of equivalent trade uses various values that are sometime not scientific like the mass or amount of the object. It’s sometimes replies heavily on your feeling toward the item being sacrificed and the product intended." </span> Boy, have I said a mouthful… Viek scratched the back of his head, turning around to take up the checklist to mark Linnet Faith on the list. Giving them time to ask any questions for while, even passing notes, he quirked a quick eyebrow at Rochi, but he let it slide for a while. It was hard enough to say so much in one breath. ((Sorry for the delay…that’s the last time I wait so long to eat. Me went sleepy. ))
The small note that was thrown towards Linnet seemed to have somehow bounced off her ear, which let it land nicely in front of her. Since it came from behind her she knew where it came from with even looking back. Which seemed to be a good idea to not completely give away as who it was. Even if the teacher already knew. She slowly open up the note and read it to herself. " Do you like icecream?" She then pulled out a pen from her bag she had carried around with her for classes and scribbled a reply. Writing one it; “I love ice cream. Especially the chocolate swirl." As an under thought she added; “Why the interest?" She didn’t really have much of a idea of why Rochi wanted to know, could be anything really. During this time her mind had wandered had she had to jump back in to remember to listen to the teacher. She did mange to catch most of it. She didn’t have any question at the moment so she sat quickly and flicked the note off the end of her big wing back towards Rochi. Hoping that she had enough aim, right when he had turned around to mark her name down on the paper.
hmm... equilvalent trade huh. This ruins evrything! Contained anger. Kipcha listened attentively to what the teacher was saying, trying to absorb all his words up. When she saw on the poster lead to gold, her thoughts lit up. I'll be able to turn 5 cent pencils into 500 dollar riches! This class is gonna make me money. But when the equivalenttrade came in every thought of being the world's greatest producer of gold, fell out the window. Now isn't that just horrible. She raised her hand in the air. "So you're saying if we took a pencil lead, and tried to change it to gold we'd only get about a few atoms of it. Aww man." Kipcha wondered about all the other things she could change. Trees to rocks. Or, vanilla ice cream to vanilla ice cream with marschino cherries and chocolate syrup. Mmmm... syrup. She was definately going to try some of this at an Ice Cream Parlor. She kept switching between her two different eye colors
<font color=black>Ebony was listening quite intensely to Mr Camesth when she heard the noise of something flying through the air. Then, stopping on her desk by the piled books, as a screwed up piece of paper. It read :"What do you think about icecream? Or rootbeer floats?" Ebony smiled and noticed that the teacher had paused. Ebony extracted a pen, goodness knows from where, and wrote on it Sure do! Why'd you ask? before screwing it up again and pretending to scratch her wing tip but actually threw the paper back towards the direction it had come from and it landed on the floor by Rochi's feet. Ebony turned to smile and wink before turning her head back to Mr Camesth and was awating his next lecture..... But was one of the most interesting one's she'd been to....</font>
((Sorry, I should get off my lazy horse. Kick me in the shin, next time I get lazy on ya :P ))) <span style='color:9393A4'>“I’m afraid so, niotie. Gold is a highly regarded metal even by small amount, while Lead is given that similar regard by only large amounts. Thus, the values of amount and regard have been balanced during the use of Fromina’s energy." </span> Viek replied to Kipcha, as his hand finished drawing something on his flat-level blackboard, made to look like he was playing with chalk. A minute later, he placed his hand on top of the sketch, which was an alchemist’s circle", and energy crackled on it for one second, then disappeared. Another circle appeared in the middle of one aisle and that part of the floor was pulled up into a venus flytrap, which snapped a flying note in its jaws as it passed before it became still. <span style='color:9393A4'>“As much I like for everyone to meet and greet, it would be appreciated that you do it after class, especially during a lecture. Labs and hand-on assignments I don’t mind this activity, but when I’m speaking, it’s best to pay attention. "</span> He narrowed his eyes along with his stern voice, hoping to catch a shock look of the guilty parties, but after a moment he smiled, <span style='color:9393A4'>“You’ll get it back after class."</span> <span style='color:9393A4'>“Now, back to business. There are countless processes in alchemy, along with plenty for techniques…but all of them have the three basic parts. . . Contribution….Instruction….Activation." </span> His tail swayed playfully for some odd reason, <span style='color:9393A4'>“Contriblution is very easy. It is the media used in the reaction. It can be one thing or a conbination of several, as long as they’re solid, liquid, or gases. . .yes, even air can be used if the alchemist focuses on it."</span> He pulled out the chalkboard from his side, revealing the ring he used either, a six-pointed star with circle touching its points surrounded by another circle a distance between the ring, <span style='color:9393A4'>“Instruction is a little more complex and has required the lot work and thinking in any alchemist’s process. It tells your ‘energy’ what to do with the object…and sometimes what not to do."</span> He flipped it up in order for everyone to see, <span style='color:9393A4'>“Circles and star here are the basic structure of this instruction, called a craft ring, alchemist circle, or Philosopher’s Circle for fancy stuff. The name could also come from the main process it is written for…thus this little thing is called 'exclusion ring', as you notice, it doesn’t change the matter molecularly, but only physically. The ring I used earlier to straighten Rochi’s hair and write my name is commonly named a 'placement ring', another physical process, which was etched on my claw for basic use. I suggest that you don’t try to place or activate a ring on your body unless you know how. . .we will get to that in later date"</span> <span style='color:9393A4'>“As for the final part…"</span> I hope no one here is afraid of the dark The stone on his head sparked a dark blue light as he flipped the light switch and close the door with a small skill telekinesis. Besides tail flames from the boys, the room was pitch black with a few murmurs from the classroom..until a subtle blue light, waving like a flame surrounded the right hand of teacher. <span style='color:9393A4'>“Activation is placing your spirit energy into other two part and starting your ‘miracle’, in the sense of the word. Alchemist’s reactions are started though a tap into Fromina, and are controlled by your skill of flowing Fromina into a reaction…but you can’t control the flow if you don’t know how to tap first. . .Everyone, pick a hand you wish to summon the energy and spread it out by all digits…Relax the mind, and don’t tense your muscles. Know the Fromina exists as a connection to all0, and if you have a late loved one, think on it, it helps.</span>" He shutted off his hand flame for a moment, <span style='color:9393A4'>“as the those thoughts comes, you will feel something pouring into yourself…don’t panic and just pointed with your mind that you want it into your hand and…"</span> He restarted the magical flame in his hand. <span style='color:9393A4'>“Now you try it, and don’t panic if the color is different than mine…that’s natural. When you get it right, let rest in your hand. I’ll have to do something first before you try to shut it off."</span>
((*Kicks Azure in the shin*... wait, you changed your name... oooo...cool...I'm blind o_0 *Kicks Xia in the shin*)) Kipcha was scared. A giant paper-eating thing just came out of the floor. Ooooh. <span style='color:purple'>"AHH!"</span> SHe quickly covered her mouth. Speechless. That was scary, frightening, terrifying. It was cool! She wanted to do that. Kipcha wanted to pull stuff out of the ground and chase people with it. Everyone screaming. The pain, the torture, the horror! Watching people flee before her presence... HAHAHA! I AM QUEEN OF THE--- Lights off... The light cut off and the room was lit with tail-flames. But even that wasn't enough for the whole room. For some reason, I know what he said even though I wasn't listening. Good. Better pay attention. Oooh. Flames... So Fronima connects to all of us. I KNEW IT! Khaz owes me ten bucks! She extended her arm on the table and layed her head on it. Soon, Kipcha's arm tingled at lack of circulation. That's it. Now concentrate. Her hand became illusional wavy and vibrational. Then her arm, and onward to her chest. Was she doing it right, or was she about to get sucked into Fronima? Kipcha tried to isolate the feeling in her body to both of her wrists. Then she let it out. <span style='color:purple'>"...word..."</span> She had made a new fashion statement and learned a magic technique at the same time. Her wrists were now a greenish-blue neon color. <span style='color:purple'>"So... I guess it doesn't burn. Amazing. That's a good trick to know." </span>
