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[unitas]

[ Text is about the only way Sharon feels comfortable posting this. She feels like an idiot even daring to ask on the network. ]

Does anyone here have experience in teaching people 'magic'? Or in helping out someone who has trouble controlling their own 'magical' abilities?

Because I might need some help.

Comments

[pellameno]

I've always been the one being taught, but if you still need help I can certainly try.

[unitas]

I could probably use all the help I can get, if I'm being honest. I don't know what's going to work, and what isn't. If anything even will.

[pellameno]

I'm sure something will. There are an awful lot of us here.

What is it you're trying to control?

[unitas]

Fire. Telekinesis. ...Weirder shit.

They're normally... they're fine, it's just when I get emotional that they start acting out, I guess.

[pellameno]

In my experience the best control comes from mastery. You have to use something to know how not to.

[unitas]

That sounds like it'll take awhile.

[pellameno]

It depends on your power and how much you work at it.

Would you like to meet?

[unitas]

I would. Give me a couple of hours, and we can meet outside of Spire Three. That good?

[pellameno]

Sounds good. I'll be there.

My name is Pell.

[unitas]

Sharon da Silva. See you then.

[ And true to her word, Sharon da Silva is standing outside the third spire, hands shoved inside the pockets of her creme vest. The handle of a dagger peeks out from her left boot, pressed tightly against the dark purple of her leggings. There's a thoughtful scowl on her features as she waits, head a busy mess. ]

[pellameno]

[ And she's the only one around, so Pell is reasonably confident approaching her -- he's short with waist long hair braided over his shoulder and a dagger sheathed on either hip. His clothes don't fit quite right, but that's to be expected with the offerings in Hadriel. He carries himself like they do, though, chin up and a small smile on his face. ]

Sharon?

[ A hand extends in greeting. Shake? ]

[unitas]

[ He approaches with a smile, confidant and easy. Sharon's lips purse in response, but she takes his hand despite it, giving a firm shake. She removes her hand as quickly as she can, not a fan of touching. ]

So, you think you can help me? [ She dives right into business. ]