RI BRIGHTE For once, Ri Brighte was happy that he was alone. As surprising as that sounded, he had a good enough reason for it. Today, he needed all the peace and quiet he could have, for until today, his magic was nothing but a few simple motions, meant to quickly deal with opponents when he couldn’t fight with just his fists. Until today, his magic was nothing but a weapon, but today- He shall change it into an art! Or so he hopes. That being said, he now found himself in the nearest forest he could find to the city, with the intent of putting into application the idea that he had for the past several weeks, but that he never had the time to make possible. In the end, how hard could it be? He just has to shape electricity into something and then- Just. Keep it there. And then move it. –How hard can it be-? Ri sucked in a quick breath, before clapping his hands and sitting down. He looked at the ground before him, thinking over his next move. There wasn’t any next move. He had almost to no idea where to start and where to finish. Really, for him, this was probably the first time that he had actually tried to take his magic seriously. Until now, it was nothing but something that helped him out, but now looking at it, and trying to learn something new with it- It kind of baffled him. His following thought led him to a story in which mayhaps he didn’t have any magical powers. What if he wasn’t able to cast spells? What if he had been born as someone unable to do magic. Where could he have been now? Maybe a shop owner? No, no. Well, it’s doubtful- He quickly shakes his head, and lightly slaps his cheek, to stop himself from procrastinating. Once again, his eyes set to the ground, and he frowns. How –should- he tackle this? Making a shape with electricity is nice and easy and all, but he can’t keep it there for that long. Especially when it isn’t attached to his body. Or close to him. Even so, he does try something at one point. Bringing his hands together, he begins by summoning small sparks of electricity, which would then tangle and rotate themselves into a ball of lightning. Carefully and slowly, Ri stood and placed the ball of electricity on the ground. He then, just as slowly, took a few steps back, hand always reached out so as to try and tame the sparks from a distance. Unfortunately, as soon as he had gotten within a couple of meters away, the electricity dispersed, and left a broken patch of grass on the ground. Ri sighed. While he knew it wouldn’t be so easy, he was also unhappy with the results. He could’ve at least kept it there for a couple more seconds. That didn’t deter him, though. He was going to do this, whether or not he liked it. He rubbed his hands together, and then slowly split them, sparks of electricity forming from his fingers and connecting with one another. As Ri pulled more and more, the form became longer until the mage stopped when he saw that the electricity was starting to break apart. He slowly brought it back to a more smaller form that he could play around with, before placing that down as well and taking a few more steps back. Just like before, the electricity dispersed, and the mage cried out in anger. After a few more tried and erorred attempts (most of which included him creating either lances or balls, and all of which dispersed into nothingness), he laid down and panted. “Damnit...” He muttered, now a tad unsure of what to do. The idea was there, but he just didn’t seem able to make it happen. Every time he tried to make the shape form, the only thing he’d get is burned grass and stinging hands (if the electricity happened to discharge while he was still fumbling with it). By this time he was wondering if he should just call it quits and come back another day. With the way this was going he wasn’t going to finish by night fall, and he might even get lost deep in the forest. And this man is not getting lost without food, no sir-e. With a small sigh, he stood and went to gather his jacket- which had been discarded in his many attempts to not fry himself- eyes narrowing on the fading sun. He clicked his tongue, and looked at the grass-less ground under him. He frowned. Something had caught his attention, that was for sure, as he leaned down and touched the broken ground. While that didn’t seem to solve anything, it did give Ri incentive to drop his jacket and take a few steps back. He pumped himself up, gave a couple of quick jumps, two light smacks to his cheeks, and turned his attention to a nearby tree. At first, he extended his hand, but then he quickly dropped the idea, and instead went to cross his arms. He closed his eyes, and breathed in and out. Once, twice. The sparks that formed in front of him went unnoticed as Ri focused on the shape of his electricity. Small, but as big as he could make it, and feline shaped. Its attention would be to the nearest tree, and at a spoken command, it would charge for it, exploding in a burst of lightning once it reached its target. “Barrage!” The mage opened his eyes, and he was met with the sight of the tree he had imagined, bark and wood now torn apart and falling. He blinked, confused for a few seconds before taking a step back and focusing his attention on another tree. Just as before, he took a deep breath and calmed himself. And just as before, he imagined the shape of his electricity, but he was witness to it now, eyes open and alert. “Barrage!” Followed the second command, and he watched as the creature charged with incredible speed towards the tree, integrating itself in it, and peeling the bark off. The light that followed left Ri stunned for a couple of seconds, before a wide grin began growing on his face. “Yes! Yes! Wohoo! Yeah!” He yelled and cheered, jumping around and throwing his fist in the air. More confident than before, he quickly gathered himself and repeated his actions. Just as before, the nearby tree was left traumatized by the mage’s actions, but he didn’t seem to care at the moment. Maybe later when he’ll be sent here with the mission of replanting some trees. All that is left to be said is that he was happy. He was so happy, in fact, that he decided that a few more hours in the dark would do him good. What did not do him good though, was finally finding himself back in town at about 3 AM, after getting lost in the darkness of the woods. Word Count: 1188/750 |
Cat's Got Claws [Ri Brighte|Training]
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