12-01-2017, 12:58 PM
Nox seemed to shake off what had happened. The puppy appeared unphased. It was bounding around energetically at their feet, especially as Nox explained what he was doing. Ivan watched fascinated. Nox seemed to draw threads of the power out of the air. As he explained, Ivan could sense (or maybe taste? smell? some kind of sense anyway) the difference in the threads. Each one was infinitely thin and Nox wove them into an intricate pattern. First one that appeared to be some sort of compressed bundle. At first glance it seemed like a chaotic tangle of threads. But there was a precision to it, especially as he saw how out of it came a single thread, this time something that tasted more ethereal- it did not make him thing of the earth or water or anything. Nox called it spirit.
But Nox did something else Ivan had never seen either. He looped the threads in some way and then....let go! You always had to hold onto the threads or they fell apart! Except it didn't. He peered closer. It had been tied off in some way.
He itched to try it. But first Nox wanted him to connect this new one he'd made (and was just sitting there above the ground by itself!) to the others with spirit. Once that was done, he decided to follow Nox's suggestion and try to make one of those himself.
He studied the one Nox had made and could sort of puzzle out how it worked. Light (from fire) and noise (from the air- which made perfect sense, now that he thought about it). He started the weave and thought he was getting there when half way through he froze. Wait. Was it over or under? He looked at the model trying to see. He had made a wrong turn. Damn! He was holding the threads and the pattern was wrong. Suddenly he had an image of letting the threads go and him exploding.
No. Relax. All he needed to do let the threads go. He wasn't too deep into it yet. It should unravel without much harm. The springy part of it with the fire threads hadn't been put in yet. A small gust of air and a bit of heat was all he felt
He tried again, this time going more slowly. And he was already slow. What Nox did in a minute took him 10. By the end, beads of sweat stung his eyes. One last thing....he carefully, tried to imitate that tying off motion. And then, watching it he could swear he almost saw it pulsing....he let go, tensing himself. It hung there where he made it. Nova was still near Nox but to be safe, Ivan decided to carefully (very carefully), raise it up higher. They could put it at the right height later.
Then he connected it with spirit to the others. He was grinning madly and turned to Nox to show him what he had done. All of a sudden, whatever Nox had been working on went off. Only it was different. Ivan heard the blast but only from a distance. It seemed like it had been aimed. Nox swore in satisfaction.
He'd used flashbangs on the job but they were always a double edged sword. They exploded outward like the ones he made. It was why they were used before law enforcement stormed into the room. What Nox had done had made it something they could use while in front of whatever was the threat.
Still facing Nox, he said "Dude, that is awesome!"
And then he realized they weren't alone. Alex and Calvin were there, Alex on the ground with Calvin was helping her up. She'd been right in the path of the device. Ivan ran over to her. "You ok Alex?"
Alex shook her head probably clearing the cobwebs. "What was that?"
She seemed alright but he knew she didn't like Nox. He wanted to defuse the situation before anything go out of hand. So he laughed. "Oh, that was Nox. He decided he wanted to knock you off your feet."
Alex glared in Nox's direction then turned her attention back to Ivan. "Haha, funny! What was that? He's not there."
She pointed at Cruz. "Neither is he, isn't that Dorian's son?"
Her look got harder more stern and concerned. "What the hell is going on here? You're all playing with fire."
The laugh died. The woman barely came up to his elbow and weighed 100 pounds wet and suddenly suddenly he felt like a little kid getting chewed out by his mom. Well not his mom, not really. She didn't look like his mom. Not in the slightest. And he'd checked her out more than once. A lot more. Which she probably knew. Not that that embarrassed him. He didn't leer. But he wasn't afraid to let a woman know he was interested. She couldn't help how her clothes looked on her.
And then he realized he'd gotten lost somewhere in his mind and had to think again of what he was thinking about? Oh yeah, she was upset. At them. "Yeah, we are I guess. Playing with fire I mean. But if the Ath...if they come after us, we need to be ready.
Suddenly, something she said made him frown. "What do you mean Nox is not here? Or Cruz? You just looked at them."
[[with alex]]
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Dec 1 2017, 12:59 PM.
But Nox did something else Ivan had never seen either. He looped the threads in some way and then....let go! You always had to hold onto the threads or they fell apart! Except it didn't. He peered closer. It had been tied off in some way.
He itched to try it. But first Nox wanted him to connect this new one he'd made (and was just sitting there above the ground by itself!) to the others with spirit. Once that was done, he decided to follow Nox's suggestion and try to make one of those himself.
He studied the one Nox had made and could sort of puzzle out how it worked. Light (from fire) and noise (from the air- which made perfect sense, now that he thought about it). He started the weave and thought he was getting there when half way through he froze. Wait. Was it over or under? He looked at the model trying to see. He had made a wrong turn. Damn! He was holding the threads and the pattern was wrong. Suddenly he had an image of letting the threads go and him exploding.
No. Relax. All he needed to do let the threads go. He wasn't too deep into it yet. It should unravel without much harm. The springy part of it with the fire threads hadn't been put in yet. A small gust of air and a bit of heat was all he felt
He tried again, this time going more slowly. And he was already slow. What Nox did in a minute took him 10. By the end, beads of sweat stung his eyes. One last thing....he carefully, tried to imitate that tying off motion. And then, watching it he could swear he almost saw it pulsing....he let go, tensing himself. It hung there where he made it. Nova was still near Nox but to be safe, Ivan decided to carefully (very carefully), raise it up higher. They could put it at the right height later.
Then he connected it with spirit to the others. He was grinning madly and turned to Nox to show him what he had done. All of a sudden, whatever Nox had been working on went off. Only it was different. Ivan heard the blast but only from a distance. It seemed like it had been aimed. Nox swore in satisfaction.
He'd used flashbangs on the job but they were always a double edged sword. They exploded outward like the ones he made. It was why they were used before law enforcement stormed into the room. What Nox had done had made it something they could use while in front of whatever was the threat.
Still facing Nox, he said "Dude, that is awesome!"
And then he realized they weren't alone. Alex and Calvin were there, Alex on the ground with Calvin was helping her up. She'd been right in the path of the device. Ivan ran over to her. "You ok Alex?"
Alex shook her head probably clearing the cobwebs. "What was that?"
She seemed alright but he knew she didn't like Nox. He wanted to defuse the situation before anything go out of hand. So he laughed. "Oh, that was Nox. He decided he wanted to knock you off your feet."
Alex glared in Nox's direction then turned her attention back to Ivan. "Haha, funny! What was that? He's not there."
She pointed at Cruz. "Neither is he, isn't that Dorian's son?"
Her look got harder more stern and concerned. "What the hell is going on here? You're all playing with fire."
The laugh died. The woman barely came up to his elbow and weighed 100 pounds wet and suddenly suddenly he felt like a little kid getting chewed out by his mom. Well not his mom, not really. She didn't look like his mom. Not in the slightest. And he'd checked her out more than once. A lot more. Which she probably knew. Not that that embarrassed him. He didn't leer. But he wasn't afraid to let a woman know he was interested. She couldn't help how her clothes looked on her.
And then he realized he'd gotten lost somewhere in his mind and had to think again of what he was thinking about? Oh yeah, she was upset. At them. "Yeah, we are I guess. Playing with fire I mean. But if the Ath...if they come after us, we need to be ready.
Suddenly, something she said made him frown. "What do you mean Nox is not here? Or Cruz? You just looked at them."
[[with alex]]
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Dec 1 2017, 12:59 PM.