Training Log 01: Shiny new powers

[crypddyd]

It's been a day- or something similar to it. After all, time seemed to be a weak thing here. But it's long enough that the pounding in his head from the attack under the Founation is... manageable. His ribs still ache, but he's not going to let that stop him- if Rei needed them to fight, then he would fight. Especially since he now remembered HOW to fight- a weak memory that came with a few other things. Like that fact that he might be royalty(?), but more useful was his skills with a weapon.

So he goes hunting for a big open area- and every other Executor he sees he mentions his intention: to train and test out these new powers. Eventually he finds what he's looking for: what probably was supposed to be a park, though it was slightly twisted like everything else here. But it was open enough that he probably wouldn't hit any non-combatants. A quick switch to his Executor uniform, massive black armor with a fur lined cloak, and he spins his bone spear like an expert.

How strange to have this knowledge but almost no context. Well, it is what it is. He wonders if any of the others will join him?

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[guffawsungraciously]

[Well, alright, White Eagle notices the other people training and he decides hell! He'll give it a shot. He figures he must be some sort of mage knight based on his outfit and the first ability he remembered, even if... his memories didn't actually illuminate much... but anyway! He'll switch over to his Executor form and-

...oh, a staff. Okay.

...hang on what's going on with his skin and his nails, let him head to, like, a window to look at his reflection and... huh.

...

Huh.]

How... unexpected.

[...like, he looks approving after he gets over the initial confusion, so there's that. These pants make his thighs look great. He still needs to figure out what to do with his hair, it seems to be in some kind of... pocket in the jacket part... but maybe he can do something with it.

...

Oh, right, fighting. Well, okay, he'll start with messing with his magical abilities off to the side of the "park". Summon... a bit of shadowy bullshit that looks like a fireball but purple. Dismiss it.

...

Look... for targets that wouldn't actually hurt anything...]

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[emberserker]

I'd say you look dead, but at this point that's redundant.

[beknights]

[ Seal eventually drifts over to where White Eagle is practicing, curious about both his change of appearance and his use of magic.

The shadowy fireball he produces is what catches their attention the most; they raise their hand in an attempt to touch it, driven by some vestige of instinct that they've forgotten the reason for. ]

[schardynfreude]

[Fireball but purple, you say? That...hm. His Majesty stares for a few long moments in concentration, but shakes off the Something he seems to feel about it.]

Goodness, but some of our forms make quite a difference in appearance. You appear as though some sort of, hm, duke or prince, perhaps--someone that belongs in the courts. [or a jester] Though your pallor is...

[Dead? It's pretty dead for a dead guy.]