[Shane's Auristic Services] Closing Up

by **Shane Wallsly** on August 19th, 2014, 2:06 am

Timestamp: 10th of Summer, 514 AV

Shane yawned. It was about time he got to bed. It was clear there wouldn't be any more customers today. Shane opened up the lock box and dropped the days earnings into it. He was being very careful to keep the businesses money and his own separate. In any case it was safer in here behind a locked door and a locked coffer.

Shane got up and untied Norman. “C'mon, Norman.” he said petting his leg signalling the dog to follow. Norman stood groggily. He'd been getting a head start on that sleeping right here. Shane pet the dogs head and moved toward the door.

It was just then that he remembered he hadn't blown out the candles. Shane turned pensively. Three candles; one on a shelf and two on the desk His eyes roamed between them now ans an idea curled within the folds of his mind. How far could he stretch it from his body? How far was it to the candles? He stretched his arm out in front of him. He looked down the length of his arm at the candles on the table. Another arm and a half after his one. He moved his arm to point at the one on top of the shelf. A good two and a half arms after his one.

He wasn't sure about the shelf candle but the table candles he could definitely give a shot. “Hold your horses, Norman. Let me just try something out.” Norman huffed and sat on his hindquarters. “Good dog.” Shane replied patting his head.

Shane took himself a deep breath. He was going to blow those candles out with reimancy. He hadn't put his res out very far before and he was truly the lowliest of beginners but he had to practice and test his limits. How else could he improve?

He went over and took one of the chairs sitting at the desk and moved it over to the door. Suddenly he found all the weariness of the day's events were gone. Shane felt exhilarated. Excited. Enthusiatic. He took a seat and rolled up his right arm's sleeve. He held his arm out and put the first two fingers of the opposite hand just below the elbow. Although long faded Shane could still see the glyphs Aoren had painted on his arm almost clear as day. It was funny how his memory remembered such things so clearly and yet the face of his mother got vaguer every day.

He was going to copy Aoren's gesture. Now that he had summoned his res and manipulated it for the first time he felt as if full meditation wasn't strictly necessary. So he took his deep breath wondering if he were in fact the most breathiest mage ever and closed his eyes. He trailed his finger along his arm and down to his palm imagining a little net collecting up all the djed in his arm and depositing it in his palm. He repeated the motion two or three times before moving upward when he got to his palm as if he were pulling something out of his hand. He imagined pulling the res out of him until it was floating above his hand.

He opened his eyes to see that little purple ball floating above his hand. He didn't really need to open his eyes,. The res was a part of him. The moment it had come out of him he had known it was there. He moved his arm about a bit getting a hang of keeping the res in motion as he willed it to follow his hand. He smiled at his prowess. This was going well...

by **Shane Wallsly** on August 19th, 2014, 2:07 am

Shane wondered why it was purple. It had been purple every time and he'd never questioned it. He was sure Aoren's had been a different colour. He couldn't quite work out the significance of the colour either. He didn't really associate any kind of anything with purple. It was such a random colour.

Shane decided to think about this later. For now he had a goal. He set his sights on that first candle on the desk. The small wispy candle lightly dancing on it's top. If he moved it up ext to the andle and transmuted it then there would be a small sort of wisp of air in a directions which he hoped would be enough to put out the candle.

Shane held his arm out and willed the ball forward. It crept out of his hand and into the air. It kept creeping slowly and slowly building up just a little bit of speed. The further it got from him the less he could feel it. He was losing control. He was starting to wonder if he would have any by the time the ball made it over to the candle. When it did it almost didn't stop. Shane had to use all of his concentration and will to make it stop. It teetered dangerously. The ball's shape was coming undone and it was jolting about a little just under his control. The flame was directly in front of it. He just had to transmute it.

His whole body was tense with focus. All he had to do now was let it change. He just had to guide it to it's true form. It wanted to be air. It wanted to be a part of something. He concentrated on the ball hard. His hand was outstretched as if he had pushed or thrown the ball of res himself. He brought his hand into a fist clenching and releasing the innate potential of the res as he did so. The ball disappeared. Shane felt a jolt up his spine. He took a ragged breath of pleasure. There was almost a crumple in the air around it and then nothing. It was over and the little wisp of air hadn't even blown out the candle.

Shane didn't feel so disappointed however. He felt good. It was a pleasant sensation. He wasn't quite sure what the sensation was but he imagined it was the danger everyone always wrote about. He could see how a person could come to enjoy; could come to love that sensation. It was always followed by a moment of power. A moment where one felt he could do anything. You had just caused the elements to obey you. You were supreme. Even at his level there was a thrill to that. Never had he ever so easily and obviously caused a person to obey him with Hypnotism. It wasn't that simple. It wasn't that instantaneous. Reimancy was instant power available at your fingertips or at least it was for those of his instructors level. Aoren had been able to command the power of lightning with what had seemed to be little effort. He must have commanded extreme willpower not to be driven mad by it. Shane hoped he would be able to summon even an inkling of that kind of willpower when he had power like that at his fingertips.

by **Shane Wallsly** on August 19th, 2014, 2:08 am

Shane got up and moved the chair about an arm's length closer to the desk. The closer his res was to him the more control over it he had. The res he had just expended had transmuted from a funny kind of flattish ball shape which had caused the air created to go in strange directions. In conclusion it was Shane's belief that not enough pressure had been put on the candle's flame to actually blow it out. In fact he hadn't even seen the flame dance.

The only way this was going to work was if he were closer and he tried to shape his res in a way that the maximum amount of air was going to blow directly on to the flame extinguishing it in the same way you do when you blow a candle out. It was a good thing he could blow the candles out if he so wished because trying to do this every night would expend a lot more energy than just a quick breath. This was a clear example of doing things the hard way.

Shane sat back down on the chair. He got his arm out and repeated Aoren's gesture. Tracing where once Aoren had painted glyphs made Shane wonder if he ought to see if Aoren's glyphs might help him with this. He considered for a moment going home to get the scroll that Aoren had written out for him. He hadn't had the focus to sit down and read it yet. He'd given it more than a few cursory glances but it looked complicated and he hadn't had the time to give it his full attention.

It was very out of character for him to put something like that off. Usually he was a sponge for knowledge and actively pursued it in every way he could. To leave a whole new branch of knowledge unknown when it was so easily within reach was very un-Shanelike. He'd been doing a lot of uncharacteristic things since he'd quite his job at Undeniable Interests. Quitting his job in the first place was a very out of character act of course but he'd done some strange stuff since then.

He decided now was not the time to dwell on the changes in his life. He was training or at the very least experimenting with his new ability. He could hardly wait for the time in his life where he would be as good as the man who initiated him but he knew it would be an uphill battle from tiny wisp to expert control. So he had to persevere, focus and be patient. With that in mind he resumed tracing up and down his arm pulling the power within him into his hand. Up and down, up and down, up and down. He didn't know whether he was imagining it or not but he felt almost as if he could feel the power flowing within. There was only so much he could grasp. The rest just fell through his fingers back onto the stream. When he felt like he had collected sufficiently enough he grasped the djed and pulled it up and out of his hand. His eyes were open this time so he saw the purple liquid seep out of his skin and levitate above his palm curling into a ball as it did so.

Shane smiled. There wasn't as much of a thrill and manipulating res but it was still there. He still felt something when it came out of him. Now here it was and he was much closer to the candle. He decided to do something first before he pushed it away from him. Using his hands he kind of grasped the ball of res. It felt like nothing and he doubted he was actually touching it. It was more like he was mimicking touching it to enforce the action he wished it to perform. That action was to pull it out so the it was less of a ball and more of a line so he moved his hands apart the ball moving with them as if he was actually stretching it out thin. He didn't stretch it out too thin or too long because there wasn't really that much of it and the force would have to be a little bit more concentrated. He made the tail end much thinner and brought a lot more of the res to the front of it like a tiny, disproportionate arrow. The tail bit was really just to push the rest forward a bit and give it direction. Shane smiled at his creation and looked over at the candle.

“You're going out, candle.” He threatened the candle. It didn't reply. Clearly it agreed.

by **Shane Wallsly** on October 25th, 2014, 2:38 pm

So he held his arm out and then willed the res forward. It jerked forward suddenly as if he had willed it too hard before slowing down into a crawl. He really had to work on his res control. Otherwise it wouldn't do him much good in any practical situation. The res neared it's destination. The arm's length he'd moved himself forward was doing a world of good. The connection between him and the res was still fairly stable. Well, it wasn't losing it's shape at all.

Now he had to will it to become Air. To harmonise with that element that is ever present and yet never seen. The element that most creatures could not live without. Air. The res was still there. It was silent and floating but still there. Shane frowned. He'd managed to conjure up some air before. This was the first time he hadn't been able to will his res into air since he was first initiated. He closed his eyes. He willed the res to obey him. He needed air. A small gust strong enough to blow out that candle. He wanted it now and he didn't want to have to strain himself every time he just wanted to transmute. He realised he was a beginner but, by Uldr's smelly underpants, he was going to get better.

Air! Everywhere, graceful, soaring like the wind, Air! The essence of freedom. It cannot truly be trapped. Air goes anywhere and does anything. This glob of res could not trap the air within. When air wished to be free no one could stop it's mighty force. “Ah!” Shane jolted as the pleasure ran up his spine again. He opened his eyes in time to see the candle's flame disappear into nothingness. It had worked! The air's direction had been focused by transmuting down the line rather than all at once giving it enough force to blow out that candle.

Shane wanted to get up and dance but he was too tired. A full day of work plus his little foray into Reimancy had sapped his strength. He slowly lifted himself from his chair and moved over to the other candles blowing them out with soft sighs. “Come on, Normie.” Shane said as he turned to leave. The greatest reward for his efforts today would be the bed that awaited him at home.

by **Archailist** on November 16th, 2014, 7:31 pm

Shane :

Notes :

Was I a little too nuts in my grading?
If you've got concerns, just call me.