[ If there's one thing Adrasteius knows, above and beyond anything else (outside of really excellent pastries), it's magic. His people were shaped by it, sustained on it, and they studied it with a fervor unmatched by any other race in Azeroth. And Adra has studied, ever since his arrival in Enprise, absorbing as much as he can about this world's mana: its properties, function, how it differs from the concept of 'mana' as he previously understood it. Once his own body adjusted to the magical flow of this world, his knowledge deepened rapidly; he realized that, really, the two systems were not so different--though they certainly were not the same.
But close enough. Close enough that he feels the Light come to him with no trouble, that he feels the elements manifest at his fingertips with only a little bit of prodding. The resulting spells don't quite match what he's used to, and he cannot replicate everything he was once able to do, but he's quickly mastering what is possible. ]
So--are you here for healing?
[ Golden light limns his right hand, shimmering and warm. ]
Or offense?
[ Fire ignites his left hand, blazing so hot that it's blue at the edges. ]
Both, perhaps.
[ He presses his hands together, and the fire melds with the golden glow. The spells crackle and hiss as they combine, as their entwined, intense light casts Adra's silhouette in shadow.
He might be showing off a little. ]
Or do you just need the basics? As in: what is magic, anyway, because I'm some flavor of human and it's all soooo crazy?
[ Both spells wink out at once. ]
II. TRAINEE - ENDURANCE/STAMINA
[ He's significantly, significantly less confident in the physical arena. Spirituality, metaphysics, anything to do with the mind and the arcane -- yes, he's ready, he's got it. But his own body has often been something of an afterthought. Over the past month or so, he has been going to the gym with Bolin (and recently, Saber), and he's been walking more than ever before, so he's not liable to crumple immediately. But his constitution is not robust.
Not yet. ]
So. Do I have to run all the way up the cliff? Swim until my arms fall off? Dodge arrows?
[ He tries not to sound increasingly nervous as he shifts his weight from foot to foot. ]
I can handle it, whatever you want to do. But if I die, tell my carrier that I loved him.
[ Wan smile. ]
III. SUNSET - DOWNTIME
[ Well, regardless of whether he's told to do it or not, Adra's climbing that cliff. He wants to see the view, and he makes it up there just as the sun starts dipping below the horizon.
He kneels down on a patch of gravel, breathing hard, his face and neck glistening with perspiration. At least he's pulled his hair back into a ponytail.
Breathe, breathe, breathe. Everything aches, by this point. It's been one of his longest days on record. But he feels emptied out now, purified by the exhaustion. He settles down against a sheer rock, not minding the rough terrain, and exhales slowly.
He looks up, around, seeing if anyone else decided to make the trek, too. ]
adrasteius | trainer - magic / healing | trainee - endurance / stam
[ If there's one thing Adrasteius knows, above and beyond anything else (outside of really excellent pastries), it's magic. His people were shaped by it, sustained on it, and they studied it with a fervor unmatched by any other race in Azeroth. And Adra has studied, ever since his arrival in Enprise, absorbing as much as he can about this world's mana: its properties, function, how it differs from the concept of 'mana' as he previously understood it. Once his own body adjusted to the magical flow of this world, his knowledge deepened rapidly; he realized that, really, the two systems were not so different--though they certainly were not the same.
But close enough. Close enough that he feels the Light come to him with no trouble, that he feels the elements manifest at his fingertips with only a little bit of prodding. The resulting spells don't quite match what he's used to, and he cannot replicate everything he was once able to do, but he's quickly mastering what is possible. ]
So--are you here for healing?
[ Golden light limns his right hand, shimmering and warm. ]
Or offense?
[ Fire ignites his left hand, blazing so hot that it's blue at the edges. ]
Both, perhaps.
[ He presses his hands together, and the fire melds with the golden glow. The spells crackle and hiss as they combine, as their entwined, intense light casts Adra's silhouette in shadow.
He might be showing off a little. ]
Or do you just need the basics? As in: what is magic, anyway, because I'm some flavor of human and it's all soooo crazy?
[ Both spells wink out at once. ]
II. TRAINEE - ENDURANCE/STAMINA
[ He's significantly, significantly less confident in the physical arena. Spirituality, metaphysics, anything to do with the mind and the arcane -- yes, he's ready, he's got it. But his own body has often been something of an afterthought. Over the past month or so, he has been going to the gym with Bolin (and recently, Saber), and he's been walking more than ever before, so he's not liable to crumple immediately. But his constitution is not robust.
Not yet. ]
So. Do I have to run all the way up the cliff? Swim until my arms fall off? Dodge arrows?
[ He tries not to sound increasingly nervous as he shifts his weight from foot to foot. ]
I can handle it, whatever you want to do. But if I die, tell my carrier that I loved him.
[ Wan smile. ]
III. SUNSET - DOWNTIME
[ Well, regardless of whether he's told to do it or not, Adra's climbing that cliff. He wants to see the view, and he makes it up there just as the sun starts dipping below the horizon.
He kneels down on a patch of gravel, breathing hard, his face and neck glistening with perspiration. At least he's pulled his hair back into a ponytail.
Breathe, breathe, breathe. Everything aches, by this point. It's been one of his longest days on record. But he feels emptied out now, purified by the exhaustion. He settles down against a sheer rock, not minding the rough terrain, and exhales slowly.
He looks up, around, seeing if anyone else decided to make the trek, too. ]
Hey. Come sit with me.
[ A pause. ]
If you'd like to, I mean.