[ Hopefully the other will stubbornly linger to keep his nice resting spot, because if he doesn't, Masamune may become a pest again. Best not to chance it, yes? Silence must be fantastic right now, Koltira. And being not harassed.
It's fifteen minutes, maybe twenty maximum before the young warlord moves. He reaches forward with his right hand to scoop up some sand and gets to his feet, this time backing further off from The elf rather than approaching. Taking a deep breath, he looks down at his own hand now, open palmed with the sand acquired earlier. His expression is a bit hidden due to his hair falling even more into his face than normal, but the best conclusion is he's analyzing rather than simply feeling some type of emotion before curling the fingers of his palm-up hand inwards to create a fist.
Something sparks then, initially like a fire trying to be created from flint, but the rise in static and the small crackling current that starts to weave in and out of sight about his hand and wrist suggest that it is not a fire that's being created, even to those who can't sense it's lightning, already.
A sudden thunder clap jaggedly claws the silence in the air and may even blur the vision momentarily in the 'burst' depending on how sensitive the user is in their hearing. Immediately following such-- but only for a split second --it seems as if there is a flash of intense light and heat that makes the sunny day and it's shade seem like night and the tropical heat of this world a cold front upon initial recovery. All of this from start to finish is gone almost as instantly as it comes, despite feeling far longer than no more than two seconds. ]
Here. [ Masamune tosses something to Koltira: a small glasslike orb. While transparent, inside are distinctveinlike streaks of white, blue and purple. It's almost as if something alive and moving has been frozen in motion— stored, more accurately. For someone who pretty much exists to magic, like Koltira, upon contact he'll be able to tell that the contents have been exactly that: stored and contained in their initial state. The other's hand touching it is enough for those 'veins' to cause the coloration inside them move thick and sluggish, almost like one might suspect to visualize blood coursing through a circulatory system. ]
It's not as potent as I hoped it would be. [ He nods towards the item, looking a little bit... it's hard to tell, but 'unsatisfied' might be a good word. Koltira probably will understand what Masamune is referring to, at least, if he's handled or seen lightning in its elemental state in some way: where the blue-white veins collapse in color to lilac and then darker purples is the sign of this world's draining effect. Masamune's inherent abilities almost never, even when his health is critical, produce anything colder than blue.
He lifts his hand now in demonstration: lightning sparks in a volatile and large quantity, but immediately fizzles out despite the aggressive initiation. ]
That's about 95% of what I got. That had been my original plan, but I guess you got a bonus. I should have known that if Gilgamesh is capable of feeding that way for magic, then you would have had your own ability, too.
[ The One-eyed Dragon makes a face. ] I don't really understand your worlds' kinda 'magic', but I can only figure their painful nature has to do with them doubling as a weapon. I wouldn't be able to recover my full power as quickly even without this mess, but, as you can see, it doesn't physically harm or disable me the way yours does. Yours is easier for me to recover from in terms of time and rapidity, but it's way more dangerous to me if we were enemies in battle.
[ To Masamune, it's better to know now than when it matters. The young lord sighs, closing his eyes as he considers anything else he should say. ]
I can't tell you how effective it will be or for how long: even if it wasn't weakened by this place. We only need to retain a fragment of our energy to recover and reassimilate we have never been able to use it faster than it recovers.
[ He's rambling, he feels, but-- ] What I'm saying is, I can tell you have an issue with the way your abilities work, unlike King Ego-up-his-Ass. I can admire someone who is honest in their need for help even if they would rather not cause the burden. If you need a source and you don't want to hurt people, I'll help you— if you're willing to ask, that is.
It may be unavoidable you need other sources at this rate, in this situation. Some things are necessary to sacrifice for survival. But, I'm still willing to ease your guilt a little at your consent.
See how far you can milk that before it runs dry. Or, if it really suits you, help others with it. I don't really care. It's yours now.
That's all. [If nothing else, the mercurial nature of this little dragon is sharply noticeable. Is he even the same person that just, no more than half-an-hour ago, was acting like a child to have an opportunity to touch an elf's ears just because? ]
ok sorry there were some major technical difficulties with posting this /sweat
It's fifteen minutes, maybe twenty maximum before the young warlord moves. He reaches forward with his right hand to scoop up some sand and gets to his feet, this time backing further off from The elf rather than approaching. Taking a deep breath, he looks down at his own hand now, open palmed with the sand acquired earlier. His expression is a bit hidden due to his hair falling even more into his face than normal, but the best conclusion is he's analyzing rather than simply feeling some type of emotion before curling the fingers of his palm-up hand inwards to create a fist.
Something sparks then, initially like a fire trying to be created from flint, but the rise in static and the small crackling current that starts to weave in and out of sight about his hand and wrist suggest that it is not a fire that's being created, even to those who can't sense it's lightning, already.
A sudden thunder clap jaggedly claws the silence in the air and may even blur the vision momentarily in the 'burst' depending on how sensitive the user is in their hearing. Immediately following such-- but only for a split second --it seems as if there is a flash of intense light and heat that makes the sunny day and it's shade seem like night and the tropical heat of this world a cold front upon initial recovery. All of this from start to finish is gone almost as instantly as it comes, despite feeling far longer than no more than two seconds. ]
Here. [ Masamune tosses something to Koltira: a small glasslike orb. While transparent, inside are distinct veinlike streaks of white, blue and purple. It's almost as if something alive and moving has been frozen in motion— stored, more accurately. For someone who pretty much exists to magic, like Koltira, upon contact he'll be able to tell that the contents have been exactly that: stored and contained in their initial state. The other's hand touching it is enough for those 'veins' to cause the coloration inside them move thick and sluggish, almost like one might suspect to visualize blood coursing through a circulatory system. ]
It's not as potent as I hoped it would be. [ He nods towards the item, looking a little bit... it's hard to tell, but 'unsatisfied' might be a good word. Koltira probably will understand what Masamune is referring to, at least, if he's handled or seen lightning in its elemental state in some way: where the blue-white veins collapse in color to lilac and then darker purples is the sign of this world's draining effect. Masamune's inherent abilities almost never, even when his health is critical, produce anything colder than blue.
He lifts his hand now in demonstration: lightning sparks in a volatile and large quantity, but immediately fizzles out despite the aggressive initiation. ]
That's about 95% of what I got. That had been my original plan, but I guess you got a bonus. I should have known that if Gilgamesh is capable of feeding that way for magic, then you would have had your own ability, too.
[ The One-eyed Dragon makes a face. ] I don't really understand your worlds' kinda 'magic', but I can only figure their painful nature has to do with them doubling as a weapon. I wouldn't be able to recover my full power as quickly even without this mess, but, as you can see, it doesn't physically harm or disable me the way yours does. Yours is easier for me to recover from in terms of time and rapidity, but it's way more dangerous to me if we were enemies in battle.
[ To Masamune, it's better to know now than when it matters. The young lord sighs, closing his eyes as he considers anything else he should say. ]
I can't tell you how effective it will be or for how long: even if it wasn't weakened by this place. We only need to retain a fragment of our energy to recover and reassimilate we have never been able to use it faster than it recovers.
[ He's rambling, he feels, but-- ] What I'm saying is, I can tell you have an issue with the way your abilities work, unlike King Ego-up-his-Ass. I can admire someone who is honest in their need for help even if they would rather not cause the burden. If you need a source and you don't want to hurt people, I'll help you— if you're willing to ask, that is.
It may be unavoidable you need other sources at this rate, in this situation. Some things are necessary to sacrifice for survival. But, I'm still willing to ease your guilt a little at your consent.
See how far you can milk that before it runs dry. Or, if it really suits you, help others with it. I don't really care. It's yours now.
That's all. [If nothing else, the mercurial nature of this little dragon is sharply noticeable. Is he even the same person that just, no more than half-an-hour ago, was acting like a child to have an opportunity to touch an elf's ears just because? ]