01-21-2018, 05:34 PM
Carpenter seemed to get lost in Marcus' tone. And that was partly the point. When you held the power, fighting it for control, especially when it was so new, you had little concentration for anything else. Especially head games. Mistrust. Ulterior motives.
Because Marcus knew addiction. His mother had been an addict before she ODed. And her boyfriends. And others in their neighborhood. "Just a taste," the dealer said. And it was free. But you wanted more. Chased the high.
But unlike crack or heroin, you could find the dragon again with the Force. The more you used it, the better it felt. Carpenter was in the rush of it, even if he was doing it wrong. And it would be glorious.
He would want more.
Marcus laughed and stepped back, as the bar heated and bed caught fire. He was going to step in but Carpenter knew enough-or his instincts were good enough- that he drew the heat into himself and dispersed it into the room. The air grew warm.
Marcus wove water and air to draw out the heat and send it into the vents even as Carpenter apologized. The action spoke volumes. Not enemy now. Teacher. Someone he had failed in front of. Good.
Marcus laughed encouragingly. "You think I haven't accidently set my room on fire? We all do it. It's normal. And it stinks. God, burned polyester. Hold on."
He knocked on the door. They had to check the cameras but saw it was him and opened. "Mr. Carpenter and I are going for a walk. Please replace the bedding."
He hoped Carpenter wouldn't need it. The man opened his mouth and Marcus fixed him with a look. Simple. But clear. He was not to be countermanded.
"Let's do this where it's less confining."
They walked till he found an empty hospital room. Another bed. Another bar. Metal, even alloyed, was still the simplest composite around. Not polymers or glass or even stone.
"Let's try this again. This time, ignore fire. Ignore it."
He smiled, even chuckled. "Use earth. I will tell you of you are using the wrong thread. Stretch out earth as fine as you can and probe with that."
He said it encouragingly.
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Jan 21 2018, 05:37 PM.
Because Marcus knew addiction. His mother had been an addict before she ODed. And her boyfriends. And others in their neighborhood. "Just a taste," the dealer said. And it was free. But you wanted more. Chased the high.
But unlike crack or heroin, you could find the dragon again with the Force. The more you used it, the better it felt. Carpenter was in the rush of it, even if he was doing it wrong. And it would be glorious.
He would want more.
Marcus laughed and stepped back, as the bar heated and bed caught fire. He was going to step in but Carpenter knew enough-or his instincts were good enough- that he drew the heat into himself and dispersed it into the room. The air grew warm.
Marcus wove water and air to draw out the heat and send it into the vents even as Carpenter apologized. The action spoke volumes. Not enemy now. Teacher. Someone he had failed in front of. Good.
Marcus laughed encouragingly. "You think I haven't accidently set my room on fire? We all do it. It's normal. And it stinks. God, burned polyester. Hold on."
He knocked on the door. They had to check the cameras but saw it was him and opened. "Mr. Carpenter and I are going for a walk. Please replace the bedding."
He hoped Carpenter wouldn't need it. The man opened his mouth and Marcus fixed him with a look. Simple. But clear. He was not to be countermanded.
"Let's do this where it's less confining."
They walked till he found an empty hospital room. Another bed. Another bar. Metal, even alloyed, was still the simplest composite around. Not polymers or glass or even stone.
"Let's try this again. This time, ignore fire. Ignore it."
He smiled, even chuckled. "Use earth. I will tell you of you are using the wrong thread. Stretch out earth as fine as you can and probe with that."
He said it encouragingly.
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Jan 21 2018, 05:37 PM.