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royal_musings2023-08-18 11:44 am
callmeles) wrote in royal_musings2023-08-18 11:44 am
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Finally, after what seems like far too long and after some much-needed meditation, Piper was ready, finally, to dive into where her powers stand. Your character can find her in some gym (either in New Orleans or Adonis'
All characters are welcome or if you have a character who wants to have some magic practice, I welcome that as well! She'll be happy to train with another! And if we have a verse, I'm more than happy to work it in! Looking at you Will and all of our verses - gym at the abattoir that just pops out of nowhere? Y/Y? ♥
Piper's Current Abilities
As a note, unless it's something huge or unusual, she doesn't need spells to do any of the below things.
Assumed CR is a GO! She's been around for a little bit, gaining connections and contacts - she could have run into your character along the way. Let's do this thing.
🔥 [fire]
Since regaining their abilities, it was the easiest one she could call upon.
Sitting on a mat with her shoulders back, Piper lifts a hand and focuses. Within a second and without a word, a flame appears. It wasn't so much about calling it as it was about growing the flame and controlling it. Next will come heat and target practice.
💧 [water/ice]
It was the ability that Piper perhaps struggled with the most considering how much history it had and her own blocks against it. Still, this was about reclaiming what she can do and playing, right?
She was going to do this, damnit!
Piper stood and wrung her hands out as she loosened herself up. How did she do this again? "I really should have remembered what Jordan was thinking when she was relearning her water abilities," she says, mostly to herself.
❄️
Still, an item of interest, and an anomaly they kept on their radar.
And so it’s a small enough world that it’s not unexpected for Piper to eventually wash up on the shores of the Sanctum Sanctorum: she’s by no means the first nor the last magic-user to take safe haven at this arcane headquarters, taking the opportunity to learn from their library and their sorcerers… which is how she winds up in training with the Sorcerer Supreme. Doctor Strange turns out to be polite; a little distracted since he’s constantly haring off to wrestle some paranormal threat, and he often leaves her to her own devices, although he doesn’t neglect the training. He’s a little arrogant, perhaps overly sarcastic, a consummate workaholic, but he makes time for her.
Today, they’re on the rooftop of the townhouse, where there’s open air and surrounding stone (a little singed from previous practice sessions) and more than a few protective wards. It’s a cold winter’s day in New York. Fire came easily to both of them, but when she ran into a block with water and ice and snow, it had been time for the additional nudge. Strange floats cross-legged nearby, annoyingly meditative about the whole thing as she struggles.
“You know, the offer to train at Kamar-Taj itself is always open,” he points out, amiable. “I think they’re just about done rebuilding after the last witch blew it up.”
This is not very reassuring.
please let me know if I need to change anything!
Well, themselves and two vampires.
And then they didn't.
Adonis had gone underground, literally, and was gathering information from his new "friends".
In order to do what she could, she knew she had to learn everything. Which is how she ended up here. Outside of this, it was harder to find anyone who could match her strength and have the fortitude to push her as much as she needed to be pushed sometimes. Truth be told, she hadn't expected to be training with the Sorcerer Supreme himself but he was powerful and knowledgable. She didn't mind if he had to go and deal with whatever paranormal threat was threatening the world. She got it and understood it.
Truthfully, the arrogant ass pushed her when she needed it. She really liked that about him.
After some time and after (finally) finding enough peace to meditate, she realized her powers and her magic were still there and not only that but still growing. The only difference was that it was growing at a significantly slower pace than when Jordan was here. Which was better than the alternative, she supposes.
"I'm not that broken," she snarks, tossing him a look and flicking a flame in his direction that she was sure he would dodge as easily as he was floating there.
Okay, at least not as broken as she was when she'd arrived.
Piper breathes in the chilly air slowly and exhales. "I can handle fire and telekinesis but water requires a different emotional state than one I've found myself in recently," she says but frowns. "You would think that ice shards though would be easy to summon though."
She holds out her hands and focuses on what she's read and what he's said to her before. She focuses on the calming flow of water and begins imagining a ball of water forming in her hand - so used to summoning fireballs in that way.
She felt a drop of water land on her open palm and narrowed a look. Was that water she summoned or was that from the sky above?
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He keeps talking as if it never happened. “Yes, there’s a whole prevailing school of theory about which emotions correlate to which elements. It’s much like the Elizabethan humours. Water would equate to phlegm: emotional, mild, passive, sensitive, intuitive.” Wryly: “Does that fit well for you, do you think?”
There’s the sense of building barometric pressure, heavy in the atmosphere around them. The water isn’t materialising in the palm of Piper’s hand, but seems to be leaking out into the air instead. From his vantage point floating in the air, he tilts his head and looks up into the sky. It had been a cold brisk sort of day with an endless blue canvas above them, but now there seems to be grey seeping in at the edges, a brewing storm.
“You might be on the verge of making it rain on us,” he says, “and these are my good robes.”
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Piper snorts at the question without taking her eyes off her palm. "Yes because nothing screams Piper more than passive and mild," she says dryly with a little smirk. "There are other schools of thought, I know but this one has been the easiest for me to wrap my head around."
She's so focused on her palm that she doesn't notice the barometric pressure building and how the once sunny skies have grown cloudy.
"Huh," she says and glances up toward the sky before glancing over at Strange and looking him over in his robes. "And here I thought they were all your good robes."
"Is it a good or bad sign that I may not be able to form a water ball but I can maybe make it rain?" She pauses. "Literally."
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Thinking aloud over Piper’s issue: “It takes a great deal of power to affect a larger, broader area like a rainstorm. But a water ball in your palm takes careful finesse and control. Magic, in the end, requires both. I’m starting to get the impression,” he says, sending her another considering look, “that you’re good about the power part but notsomuch with control.”
That was what fire could become so easily, after all: a flame devouring fuel, an out-of-control forest blaze.
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She tilts her head to the side as she considers what he's saying about power vs. control and why certain things are easy vs more difficult. "That would make sense," Piper says after a long moment, looking up at the sky.
"So we know I have the power to burn or at least my brain thinks I still do when it defaults to something large scale like this," she motions with her hand. "It's needing to work on the control of it... and learning how to change the water to snow."
Piper's mouth quirks up ruefully. "Grand gestures were always my style, apparently. Go big or go home."
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Archly, “I used to be a surgeon, so unsurprisingly, my skills lie with the latter. I wonder—”
Strange stirs from his meditative floating and unfolds his legs, stretching them out and gently landing on the rooftop instead as he considers. He’s rarely been put in the position of teacher like this, but he finds that he’s been warming to it. He’s shit with the kid novices at Kamar-Taj, but Piper sasses him right back and she doesn’t burst into tears if he’s a little sharper than usual, so he likes working with her. And he has an idea:
“Do you paint or play any musical instruments?”
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She never thought that could be one of her issues but it did make sense. Did it have something to do with her magic recognizing that Jordan / its other half wasn't around and so it was trying to make up for it? She wasn't sure but there was something to it, she was sure.
"Yeah, I can see where starting rain storms wouldn't be your style," she says, her tone teasing and then watches as he stands on the rooftop.
Out of all the teacher's that she could have gotten when arriving, she was glad she'd gained Stephen's attention. She'd needed someone who could challenge her and prompt her to think of magic in different ways. Obviously what had worked before didn't always work now.
"I used to draw and paint a little bit back in high school. Writing was more my style though." She considers it. "I always thought one day I'd learn an instrument but I'd be unsure where to even start."
crawls out of the grave
He’s constantly fishing for metaphors to fit the training, to parse and make sense of her-their situation, but the more he ruminates on it, the more he likes the tap thing. Piper-and-Jordan as a pair of Chosen Ones had been a torrent, a flood. That magic was presumably still there, still trying to force its way through narrower pipes, but now with only one person to guide it.
There’s an ominous rumble, the clouds thickening further. As if to underscore Strange’s point, the drizzle roils and— the sky opens up completely, a torrential downpour as if the clouds have just unleashed buckets of water solely on Piper, drenching her to the bone. He makes a startled noise and then steps closer, further into her personal space than he’d ordinarily go, but enough for his runic umbrella to cover her as well.
A little too late, though.
I've missed you!!! /crawls out of her own grave/
It was, as she thought about it further, something that made the most sense and really made it click.
And it was then that the torrential downpour unleashed on solely her.
She stood there shocked. She hardly notices when he steps into her personal space to share his umbrella with her. After a beat of silence, dripping wet she starts to laugh. Fully laugh.
"Well. That's not how - not how I expected our training to go today," she says between laughs, unconsciously setting a hand on his arm.
🎇 [molecular combustion/blowing things up]
Sick.
In the past, when she felt this way, it had been her body's response to a new ability. After a few days, she finally felt better.
And a few days after that and in some frustration, a lamp in her hotel room exploded.
It took only one more time for Piper to realize that she was in fact the reason that happened. And now, it was about controlling it and calling on it as needed. Not only when she was upset.
After the last decade, you would think she'd have more of her emotions under control but apparently not. Much to her frustration.
She breaths, standing in front of several options that have been picked up from some goodwill or dumpster for this very reason, and tosses her hands up to make the first item (a pillow) explode.
[telepathy]
[telekinesis]
[shadow magic]
[other / misc.]