Training Log 2: Still Trainin'

[crypddyd]

[Executor Chat]

i will be holding another training session in the park on the limbo layer tomorrow afternoon for anyone that would like to attend

[there's actually a lot more spaces here than I'm gonna make you see because he still isn't sure how to send messages and keeps hitting enter instead. eventually it goes through though!]

[Limbo- Training]

[He's here just as he said he would be! He even apparently walked off with one of the cafe tables to put snacks on like a good host. Feel free to practice on your own or poke Lion himself to throw down. He's already doing stretches and picking up heavy things like giant rocks and people.]

[Limbo- Bathouse]

[After training Lion is here, in a towel, glaring at the water]

... Lady Rei WOULD tell me, right?

[what is he talking about...?]

Comments

[callbacks]

That.

Is.

Sick.

What does it do when it hits sh--things! Generic nonphysical damage or, like, is it imbued with some kinda spooky elemental biznasty?

[morelikeisabeast]

It just hits things. Like, a rock? But I can like charge it up to make it go harder.

[She pointed at a can of soda some spectre had left on the ground and with a crack, launched the little ball of energy at it, sending it spinning away into the darkness.]

[callbacks]

Nice.

[100% directed at the can shot.]

And it just makes you more versatile when stuff gets too hot to handle, you know? I bet you could find a way to utilize it up close and personal eventually if CQC's your brand, but it's never dumb to have extra options at your fingertips.

[He points his own fingertip skyward.]

[morelikeisabeast]

Literally.

[She wiggled her fingertips, which had all started charging spec-shots on them. She let them dissolve into nothing after her point was made, rather than shoot them at anything.]

Anyway you should figure out what kind of powers you have! There's so few of us that it's always exciting when we find another one and I wanna see!

[callbacks]

Welp, can't very well turn down an earnest request from someone who fires ghost-punch energy globs in my favorite color. That ain't kosher.

[So he trots off to retrieve the soda can she shot.]

So, how do we do this. How do we make this magic superpower thing happen. There some stock transformation sequence I'm beholden to before I unleash my delirious clock powers because I don't know if I can handle that kind of thing in public.

[morelikeisabeast]

Oh, uh...

[Isabel thinks about this for a moment, but isn't quite sure what to say.]

You just, like. Do it. Like how would you explain how to move your arms? The more you think about it the more trouble you're in.

[callbacks]

Right, the usual intuiting the business out of jack nothing.

[He returns the can to its original position and backs away, hands in his pockets. He doesn't do anything for a while, and maybe he's utterly failing Isabel's advice and thinking too much.

But then he draws his right hand from its pocket, aims his palm with the gears that form his Executor mark at the soda can, and a cog-toothed ring of red appears around both his arm and the can, twirling counter-clockwise.

The dent that Isabel's spec-shot made on impact pops back out.

...That's all that happens.]

Welp.

[morelikeisabeast]

Huh.

[Underwhelming.]

Well, it did SOMETHING.

[callbacks]

I guess I... fix things?

[Sure. Let's go with that.]

At least I got to skip the moronic teenage failure montage. Who'd want to go through fifteen episodes unskippable of me flinging my scrawny appendages every-which-where doing nothing but fall on my face just for this. Least we got one great mystery chalked up to the solved column today.

[morelikeisabeast]

Is that a thing?

[Good thing she's NOT A TEEN, then.]

I wonder how much it can fix...

[Isabel grabbed the can and, with some effort, tore it in half, then put it back down and gestured for Clocks to do his thing.

This is SCIENCE. We are EXPERIMENTING.]

[callbacks]

Can't hurt to figure out.

[He shrugs, nods, and works his Executor magic again. Apparently, the amount of damage makes no difference at all: in a perfect reversal, the can twists back into its original shape, every bit exactly as it was.]

All right.

[Boring. He scratches the back of his neck and looks around.]

Think I should try it on something that isn't broken?