mental link;

[shri]

[ Knock-knock -

- or something like the creak of city gates of her wanting to reach out to anyone else in the hive that will respond. ]

( These ability we have aside from communication. I require a trainer for my own.

And a decent explanation of what they are and their pitfalls. I am not familiar with this kind of... magic. )

[ Yeah she can't think of another word for it. ]

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[deployed]

( Prince and Cathway can help you with it, when we get back to the Station. )

[ The desire to help is there, but Bellamy had dealt with his own power by ignoring it as much as he could until it was absolutely necessary to use it. ]

( Everyone has something different. But there's always a consequence for using it, as far as I can tell. )

[shri]

[ That first point doesn't even get acknowledgment. That's how good her relationship with those two is. ]

(So it seems for me too. The effects of mine were rather pronounced and immediate. )

[sistershoggoth]

( Magic is a really downer word for it. We're telepathic, not wizards.... )

[shri]

( There is a difference?)

[ More curious, than defensive though. ]

[wille]

[ She answers readily, speaking as if they have been in mid-conversation all along. ]

( What's yours? Did you figure it out yet? )

[shri]

( After the race. My happiness was shared those that came up to walk me off the lines. They felt as I felt, exuberantly so. )

[wrackful]

( So yours went off already, huh. )

[Not quite as dry as it could be, but still pretty irreverent.]

( You know they're not always trainable, right? )

[shri]

(For the first time, yes.

I should hope mine is - it could be troublesome to our duties if it is not. )

[ Or incredibly useful, it really just depends. ]

[adamance]

( What help you receive depends on what it is that you can do.

But know that your bond with your symbiote deepens via this training. )

[shri]

(Ah.

Thank you for the warning. I was not aware of that. )

[earthborn]

( Depending on what your 'special ability' turns out to be, I could give you some help. )

[Shepard is practical about practical matters.]

( But it's not something to blow our cover about. Waiting until we get back to Station time might make more sense. )

[shri]

( A fair warning. )

[ She taps her fingers, on her end, and the wind through over the high fortress walls of her mind whistle. She is considering, weighing, the way she does everything. It's after that consideration then that: ]

( However I believe that even with any issues, its short term use will be incredibly useful to our present objectives. )

[shiro2hero]

(What exactly does it do? Do you know?)

[He's assuming the answer is 'yes', but it doesn't hurt to ask.]

[shri]

( It brings about my emotions in others, very strong.

And then after the time it is done, I feel absolutely no emotion at all. )

[aluminumandash]

( Whatever it is you're talking about ) [ —he's combing through what he knows, thoughts turning again and again to a three-dimensional projection of a brain, the red-tinted thing embedded in it— ] ( it ain't magic. )

[shri]

[ She starts laughing - she likes you Rust, you say the funniest things. ]

(Is that so? )

[skaikru]

( It's more like science. ) ( clarke is of a like mind to rust, consciously or otherwise. her knowledge of the symbiote is a relaying loop of feedback: a 3d rendering of a brain, red tendrils creeping through synapses like ivy, the definition of symbiotic warring with the definition of parasite. it's something, certainly. something alive that wants to stay alive and used their bodies to do it. but magic? doubtful.

belatedly, there's the initial snap withdrawal from contact; hedging away from a new voice, feeling wary of greeting a stranger too familiarly. but her reservations are dismissed, this is commonplace now. )

( How did you figure yours out? )

[shri]

(So I have been told. )

[ There is mirth in the words because everyone seems so very adamant about that. She honestly, no matter her best attempts, will never be the kind to get too far into it. Tesla would have to pick it apart, really. ]

(It happened quite suddenly, and seemed to set itself out without any say so from myself. )

[ rude, really. ]

[somnifacient]

(How'd you find out about yours?)

[-asks Noctis, who still hasn't stumbled across his own quite yet. He's curious, but it's a bit like approaching a lock without the key.]

[shri]

( The race. I was exuberant. That seemed to bring it up of its own accord. )

[ She really wishes she could give a better answer than that. ]

[greentech]

( I can help, I guess. I mean, I've been doing this for a while. What makes you think it's magic? )

[shri]

( Is there another word for it?

That, and I have seen a great man of science work - and it is certainly nothing like this. )

[perroquet]

[ This is new. ]

(We have abilities aside from communication?)

[shri]

( Apparently. That was what you found me in the state of. )

[huntsmachines]

( Ah. I haven't explored mine yet. I'm not... really sure what it does, honestly. )

[ Here's a mind Aloy hasn't talked to much yet. She seems interesting, though. ]

[shri]

( As to say you haven't found it out or you have and not elected to use it so much? )

[ryohji]

[ he is like a hesitant hand that extends from out from crack through the gate, feeling for her voice in the dark. ]

( Are you certain that's a good idea? )

[shri]

[ And just as easily, she reaches back, a hook of her fingers against his. More than a handshake, less than a embrace. Which is to say friendly. ]

( A calculated risk. Being killed for no reason when I cannot even feel fear to save myself, seems far worse. )

[bracchium]

( Sam trains his. )

[He debates for a moment sharing his other power with her, the potential consequences of doing so, and rules in favor of letting himself be a little self-destructive.]

( Mine's got some electricity thing. )

[shri]

( Electricity? Like a Tesla canon? )

[ The image is - graphic perhaps, of the gun that shoots a great beaming of lightning - and the splattered, gory remains, of the Lycan left behind on the ground of a long forgotten warehouse floor. The tangible taste of the air so alive it tingles on her tongue, the crackle when her hair loosened from combat darts about like the static brought itself to a mad, contained kind of life. ]

[cognitived]

[ Shadow part, the sussurrus of feather and the gleaming light of a city from up on high -- hello, hello. ]

( It varies from person to person. )

[ Idle, nothing she hasn't been told yet it seems. ]

( Might be easier to figure out the best place to use your power first, and then try to train it up. )

[shri]

( It involves affecting others. So I suspect around them, is where it is best to try. )

[ Which - sigh, she wishes it was something she could just hone to herself, but even so. Best not to wallow. ]