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Nkemdilim “Dylan” Uzoma (wishgranted) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2008-11-18 12:16:00

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dylan uzoma, mikhail dmitriv

Monday: October 29, 2007
Who: Dylan and Mikhail (and OPEN to observers!)
When: Early Afternoon
Where: Training Terrace
What: Discussion and demonstrations! For magic users and werewolves. Others are welcome to be in the audience and ask questions! ;-)

The day had begun with chilled winds and rain, but the rain barely lasted until sunrise when it cleared up from the skies. Though it was still cold, it was not enough to deter the djinn into cancelling the scheduled meeting on the training terrace about both magic and inner beast control. He had talked with a older werewolf much trained with inner beast control, and the young man agreed to hold the meeting, or class as it might have been called, around afternoon today outside. If the weather were to get any worse, they could possibly take the crowd inside the combat gym, but Dylan did not suspect it would grow anything more than chilly outside.

Dressed in warm clothing and a large coat, Dylan stood before the crowd that had gathered on the training terrace for today's discussion. Fifty-six degrees was cold for Dylan. After all, he was not used to cold weather. "Thank you all for coming," he announced above the slight wind. "Today, we would like to talk to you all about control. Our topics will cover magic control, for those of you who deal with magic using methods such as this."

Raising his hand into the air before himself, Dylan procured an orb of clear water, which grew from the size of a pea to eight inches in diameter. It floated in the air above his hand. Dylan smiled slyly at the crowd. "Not all water is blue," he ventured to joke. With that, he threw the orb of water to the ground about ten feet away in an open area away from any people. It hit the ground and broke, splashing outward and soaking into the dirt. "And we will also cover inner beast control with the help of Mr. Mikhail Dmitriv," Dylan said, gesturing with his hand towards Mikhail.

"Everyone's magic is different, and yet the keys of control are partially the same. It must be said, however, that a witch knows better how to teach a witch. A djinn, another djinn, and a werewolf . . . another werewolf. The list goes on. While the methods of control are very similar, the methods of use are not. A non-magic user cannot properly instruct someone with magic on how to wield it because they have never experienced its presence and power." Dylan touched a pointed finger to his head. "They do not truly understand its workings. The same counts for each different kind of magic. A witch cannot truly understand a djinn's power. They are two very separate things. However, we're not here to teach you how to use it." He pointed at the older members in the crowd. "You should already know how," he said with a smile.

"For those of you who do not, find a tutor or a mentor. Without one, much magic never reaches its true and full potential without years and years of brutal self-dedication. With one, you can master almost anything within your capabilities and in a shorter amount of time. Today, the most important thing we are going to cover is how to control yourself. It does not take, how do they say it, a rocket scientist to teach you this. It merely takes the teachings of a disciplined mind to instruct you how to discipline yours." Dylan glanced over at Mikhail. "That," Dylan added, "is the first step in controlling one's mind, and therefore, controlling one's power."

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project26
2008-11-18 02:40 pm UTC (link)

There were times when Mikhail really wondered what he got himself in to. This wasn't one of those times, fortunately. He sat back on his heels a few feet away from Dylan, not enough to be sections off but enough to give him space. Arms crossed over his broad chest, his faithful leather jacket taught over his arms and zipped half-way up the front. Mikhail had no problem with the cold, contrary to the djinn by his side. Russia was far colder than this most days anyhow, this. . .this was like a vacation. Shame it wasn't in his home land--he would have been happier there.

Listening to the man to his right, Mikhail moved slightly on his feet when he was mentioned. He waved a hand, nodded, and stood back again quietly. This day had been planned out and he was ready. Actually, he was excited to be here. For once he had decided to do something for other people since coming to this haven. He never had been he outspoken sort once the war ended and he moved on with his life. Losing his closest friends seemed to have pushed him in to seclusion. Being a mechanic and working on cars all day didn't exactly help his friendship situation. That was what second chances were for.

Today he was going to try to give the other Lycan's a second chance at control, too. He knew there were Werewolves here that didn't have the mentor or the items needed at their disposal. Maybe he could be there for them? The man certainly had nothing better to do, that was for sure. He gave a smile when Dylan finished. Rocket scientist? No. You didn't have to be that smart, but being able to understand what was happening certainly helped. Stepping forward two paces and uncrossing his arms, his hands fell to settle in to his pockets. Casually he took the stage, nodding in thanks to his companion. There were only a few words he wanted to say before this got off to a start. He'd sat long and hard thinking over how to phrase this. Should Heather turn up, she'd get the same lecture only with more precise wording. It sounded more intelligent and was far easier to comprehend than the round about way he'd talked before.

"Thank you, Dylan," said Mikhail before continuing. "He make good point. One must control mind before controlling beast, to those who are same as me anyway. Today I will change, outside of moon, to prove is possible. You can do too, with practice." He gave a small smirk before turning to Dylan with questioning eyes.

"I ready when you are," he mused with a motion of his hands. The Lycan cracked his neck while glancing out to the crowd, spotting any of the Werewolves in the pack. There were a few, which was good, and Mikhail was pleased to see them there. Those he saw he knew this would be beneficial toward. Many of them needed help, after all. Often he regretted not having his own mentor back when he was struggling, but his own pursuit for freedom from the pain was worth it. He learned things and now he was able to facilitate others. That kind of made him happy.

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wishgranted
2008-11-28 04:46 pm UTC (link)

Dylan stood still with his hands in his coat pockets as Mikhail took a moment to speak himself. He smiled to himself and nodded his head when Mikhail finished speaking. Dylan continued where the other man left off, since the crowd needed a good speech before they did any actual demonstrations of power and explained their abilities. “Mr. Dmitriv is an extraordinarily trained werewolf, so do not be afraid of his transformation today. He has complete control over his werewolf form and does not pose a danger to anyone. And I,” Dylan began to joke, “am very good with wolves.” He grinned to show it was merely a statement made out of humor, though there was truth to it.

“You will hear this a lot,” Dylan went on to say, “but meditation is good for everyone. If you are feeling stress or have too many thoughts or emotions in your head, you cannot think clearly enough to focus on your powers. Clearing one’s mind and controlling your thoughts will improve both one’s mood about their capabilities and their abilities themselves. A clear mind is a strong mind. A mind riddled with uncertainty and fear, however, will best you in the end. You must focus and learn to empty your thoughts and seize reign over your emotions.”

Dylan held out his hands for the crowd. “Take all that you are feeling at this moment, every thought, and know each one. Then close your eyes, take slow deep breaths, and expel these thoughts from your mind. You are the master. Not them. You wield them. They do not wield you. Seize them and force them out! You are the ruler, and the land is in peace. Let quiet overtake your mind, and think only of what you wish to use. Think of the flowing water or the burning flame, the sway of the wind or earth or wood beneath your fingertips. Think of the other plane, the land of spirits, just beyond your reach. Think of the spirit connecting together all life and all non-life, the energy that flows through everything which you can tap into. Think of it, and call it forth. Call it and only it. Open your eyes and summon that energy. Command it forward. Bring it to life. It is yours.”

The djinn watched as a number in the crowd tried it out, though some remained seated and only listened to him. “Meditation is a remarkable instrument in dealing with control. It may sound silly, but it is not a laughing matter. Those with better control over their minds, who can command their thoughts and manage their emotions, always have leadership over their powers that others have trouble reaching.” Dylan took a moment to pause before he continued to speak. “Controlling the inner wolf, however, is different. In fact, it is not about completely control. It is about coexistence with the wolf measured with control over your own mind, to exercise it when the body is owned by the wolf.” The djinn turned towards Mikhail to direct his next question to him. “Mikhail, how was it for you to learn to inner beast control over the years?”

It was better to hear it from someone who was actually a werewolf, since Dylan had never gone through such a thing himself.

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project26
2008-11-28 04:50 pm UTC (link)

Damn, this guy was good. He threw a good speech and knew what he was talking about. Mikhail was glad there were wise people like Dylan out here. It definitely felt good to know he happened to be one of them, more or less. But there was a difference between those here who had infinite knowledge because that was their gift and those who knew from experience. If you had both that was astounding, but Mikhail did not. All of his knowledge, as vast as it really was, came from his 85-years of living, the Navy, and work. But he promised to use it well long ago, before meeting little Anna. Parting ways with her only had solidified his promise for she was one of the young people out there that needed guidance. Even the common human applied.

"How was? Pft. Was hard." Mikhail smirked as he put his hands together for a moment, clapping them off as if they were dirty, before putting them in to his pockets. "But necessary. Taught self while on ship in Navy. Every night, focused self. Not just when full moon came round. Practice. On top of work, was very difficult." He sighed, remembering his friends and those he lost. "You cannot learn without sacrifice of, at least, time. Is not instant." Shrugging slightly, he tilted his head left then right, thinking.

"Beneficial, yes? I share understanding with the wolf. We coexist."

For him it hadn't been a matter of dominating the creature, but tricking it. He gave it the time to roam, fed it, pleased it, and in turn it was a rather calm monster. The beast didn't run rabid whenever he felt like it, nor did he go wild on full moon's because he had no need. It didn't miss what it was given whenever Mikhail got that scratch. Some Lycan's seemed to have an itch they couldn't reach, for a lack of better wording. With luck he could help them bring about relief. The way he saw it, with all of the advances in the world, was if he could do it, anyone else could. A man in the midst of war on a ship with a hundred men found his own peace, these people in the most beautiful place ever laid eyes on could as well.

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wishgranted
2008-11-28 04:56 pm UTC (link)

Dylan smiled as Mikhail spoke of his own experience. It was true that time taught more than sudden knowledge could teach. A person needed experience with their gift to truly master it, regardless of how much information was thrown their way in one sitting. Some people had the gift of knowing things just through their magic, but even they needed time to hone anything new before they were truly good at it. It was easy to make mistakes as an amateur, and Dylan knew the feeling all too well. Forgetting just how much you were capable of could lead to great mistakes and hard falls, but time would teach you how to be a better master over yourself.

“These things do not happen overnight. They take much practice, so please do not think this one talk will open all of the gates for you. It won’t.” The djinn liked to be straightforward and as honest as possible. False hope was not hope at all. “You must dedicate time to any gift in order to perfect it,” he added.

There were a few cries from the crowd, all of directed at both Dylan and Mikhail, for them to show off their powers and abilities. Turning to look at Mikhail, Dylan smiled slightly and wondered if the other man would like to go ahead and give it a shot in front of the crowd. “Should we?” Dylan asked, shrugging his shoulders somewhat. He laughing as the crowd insisted the two of them show off their capabilities. He even heard some cries asking for a fight between the two men. Nothing harmful, of course, but a test of their strength and control in front of those who had come out today.

“I will if Mikhail will,” Dylan announced with a laugh. He waited for answer from the other man before they chose their next step for the audience.

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project26
2008-11-28 04:57 pm UTC (link)

So they wanted a show, eh? Because that was truly what magic and blood transmitted diseases were for. Fun. Mikhail could only shake his head while smirking, a little ashamed but not angry. Alright, if they wanted to see a Werewolf in action and in control, fine. He turned to Dylan with raised brows while giving it one last consideration. Yeah, he'd do it.

"Okay," agreed Mikhail out loud, loud enough for the audience to hear. He raised a hand lightly to wave okay, just in case there were those here that couldn't hear him. "We can. Go easy on me, yes? Am weak and feeble old Lycan." His smirk spread in to a white grin in which his teeth flashed, they shining but seeming ready to change in an instant. Perhaps someone would time him and see how long a forced change took. He knew it was not all that long because he had been doing it so long. Honestly, Mikhail was used to changing and the pain that took place. He hardly felt it anymore. These days it was a numbing sensation rather than bone shattering agony that it had once been years ago.

Moving a few steps away from his companion, just in case, Mikhail gave a chuckle while facing the crowd. He shook his head, shoulders, arms, and legs briefly. He was getting loose, not shaking away nerves. No longer did he care--though he sighed while looking along the crowd. "Ladies and any children," said Mikhail. "Please cover eyes." And he began to shimmy out of his jacket while kicking off his shoes. The cool, autumn air was bracing against his skin, but he'd felt worse in the waters outside of Russia. He removed his shirt next and dropped it beside him, arms crossing over his broad chest. He would wait for Dylan to say go before he took off his pants and changed completely.

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wishgranted
2008-11-28 05:19 pm UTC (link)

A crowd was going to be a crowd, after all, and perhaps if there were those who wished to see someone truly in control of their abilities, even seeing someone shift outside of the full moon could be good for them. Of course, if Mikhail was uncomfortable with the idea, Dylan would calm the crowd and say today was perhaps not the best of the days. It was possible Mikhail would change his mind, and Dylan was never the type to make anyone do something they did not want to do.

Dylan had seen many lycans change before his eyes, though he was sure many in crowd had never seen such a thing. He thought it was best to instruct the children to close their eyes, and even more for a mother or father to cover their eyes for them so they did not try to peak. There was a large tent set up nearby for Mikhail with a fresh change of clothes, place for him to go to change back into his human form when the time was right. After all, Dylan imagined being naked in front of a crowd was not how Mikhail hoped to play out this day. "Parents and guardians, please cover the eyes of your young ones," Dylan added himself, though he believed it was for the transformation. Mikahil needn't take off his pants since their was a fresh pair waiting for him inside of the tent.

Dylan approached Mikhail to talk to him quietly out of earshot from the crowd. "You may shift in your clothes," he said simply, moving back and nodding his head at Mikhail. An elf nearby took what Mikhail had already thrown to the ground and brought it back to the tent to store it inside. He imagined the women could handle watching a transformation, but the children (though there were not very many, admittedly) perhaps were not ready to see such a thing with their own eyes.

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project26
2008-11-28 05:34 pm UTC (link)

The Werewolf laughed. "I am not going to walk round naked, Dylan," said with a grin. "I hear once tattoos scare people." For which he was teasing, but he had so many upon his arms it was both quite the sight to see and something of a horror. All of that ink, the needles scraping at his skin. Often he was asked what it was like to get a tattoo done, he said it was like having raw, somewhat itchy skin in the midst of winter. It was dry out. You might sniff and run the back of your hand under your nose. Eventually your skin got irritated. That, he decided, was what it was like to get a tattoo. Irritating, but nothing one couldn't deal with.

So he stood in his jeans for a moment before taking a deep breath and waving at his companion that he was going to start. Mikhail was not the kind of person to change his mind unless he had a good reason. Currently he had no reason to stop now, and therefore he did not. His jeans would be fine, after all there was another pair. The change hit him like a brick, as if he hadn't been expecting it. Throwing his head back his mouth opened, though no sound but a small, strangled gasp for air left. Before the audiences eyes Mikhail changed from man to werewolf. A painful process they should have covered their ears for--he had forgotten to warn them of the bone cracks. All of the pain and noises that came with the shift were just numb sensations or buzzes in the back of his mind.

With a last crackle of his neck as he rolled his head around, the creature shook out its dark fur. He licked his fresh, just off-white teeth, swished his tail. And then he sighed and faced the crowd fully, he having turned slightly away during his change over. Mikhail held up his arms to show them they had nothing to fear; that his transformation was through. A tilt of his head toward Dylan, he awaited instruction as he couldn't exactly say anything. Though he could bark and howl. For a moment the Russian toyed with the idea, but decided scaring those remaining was a bad idea.

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wishgranted
2008-11-29 08:19 pm UTC (link)

Dylan raised his eyebrows, a noticeable grin upon his face. "Hopefully," the djinn countered, tilting his head to the side somewhat as he looked over at Mikhail. The teasing was equal, coming from both sides. It was good to be light-hearted in the midst of dual. Dylan did not want to crowd to think it could become a serious fight. Perhaps just a small show to demonstrate what each of them could perform with their powers, but the goal wasn't to hurt anybody, not even lightly.

Dylan himself preferred not to turn away during the transformation. Used to the sounds and sights that came along with it, Dylan observed without a single sign of flinching or moving uncomfortably. He knew Mikhail would be safe, even in wolf form, and that there was nothing to fear of the other man. He smiled when it was complete, noting with a grin how Mikhail seemed to wave at the crowd or at least raise his hands to show recognition. Dylan turned towards the crowd. "For those of you who are werewolves, one day it will be this easy for you. But you must train yourself hard and never falter in your goal. It takes many years, but as they say, all good things are worth the wait."

Turning his body fully to face Mikhail, Dylan bowed at his opponent. It was the proper way to begin. While they weren't going to truly fight, they were going to test each other's strength, speed, and quickness of mind. Not all fighting was built upon the body and a good swing. Sometimes a smooth evading tactic was just as important. Mikhail had equal speed and strength to Dylan in his werewolf form, so it would no doubt be interesting. "I hope," Dylan began to say to Mikhail, "that you do not mind . . . a light shower?"

With a grin on his features, Dylan's arms moved out to his sides, his hands summoning the water from the air and the earth around them. As soon as he had summoned it, he sent the water careening towards Mikhail. Being wet in the cold was bearable for a man in werewolf form, but it certainly wouldn't be comfortable.

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project26
2008-11-29 08:51 pm UTC (link)

This would definitely prove to be interesting. Mikhail tilted his head to the side lightly as his eyes moved away from the crowd. He focused on Dylan with a gaze both intense and lax. Shower? thought the Werewolf with an internal grin. Hardly able to call that monstrosity a shower, the wolf turned tail. A large, clawed hand grabbed the back railing before propelling himself off and over the edge. The thud that followed left the crowd he suddenly hid from to know he had landed upon the ground.

Mikhail would have been grinning, could his muzzle perform such an action. He gulped in a bit of air while running to the other end of the platform and leaping up behind Dylan. He didn't want to hit the man, only avoid his attacks. That was really all a creature like himself could do in these situations. Lycans had no magical ability aside from the shift, if one could call that magic. And he most certainly did not want to go tearing the djinn apart. That would have been unpleasant and definitely not something the audience would be in to.

Standing on the other side of Dylan he snapped his jaws once, playfully before turning and wagging his tail at him. Mikhail could be a very serious person, and often that was all you saw, but occasionally he let himself have a little bit of fun. Besides, who didn't want to see a full grown Werewolf dancing? While silly it showed that the man within was in complete control. When he stopped quickly, the action having been brief, he turned around to face Dylan once more. Instantly he prepared himself for the mans next move.

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wishgranted
2008-12-02 09:22 pm UTC (link)

Dylan laughed aloud as Mikhail smoothly escaped the heavy shower of water sent his way. They weren't going to fight in any sort of hand-to-claw combat, but a little playful evasion could be fun for the crowd. It was true that Mikhail didn't have any particular magical powers, but it would not be fair if Dylan continued to play offense while Mikhail played defense. The raised water collided onto the dirt with a heavy splash that flew outward from the area of impact. Dylan wasn't going to just throw water towards Mikhail through the duration of the match, so he knew demonstrations of Mikhail's physical power without actual combat would be beneficial for those who had come today. It would especially benefit those werewolves in the crowd.

The djinn was able to move fast enough to face Mikhail as the werewolf leapt up from behind. Suddenly, as if he dissipated into thin air, Dylan seemed to vanish before everyone's eyes — including Mikhail's. He didn't often use his invisibility magic, but there were situations where it could come in handy where evasiveness was needed more than brute force. A djinn could hide in plain sight, only Dylan had moved from his spot as he vanished from sight.

Dylan reappeared a good distance away, sitting on the edge of a bench with the crowd. He was grinning and clapping at Mikhail. "Speed is another advantage of werewolf kind," he announced aloud to the crowd. "Fortunately, we djinn are just as fast. Mikhail, show us how fast a werewolf can run and what other physical capabilities they hold in their shifted form!" It would be wonderful to see him show the crowd just how much control one could have in their werewolf form one day. It was not so impossible to reach.

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project26
2008-12-03 09:18 am UTC (link)

A playful and rather devious look came across the wolf's face as he turned round and found Dylan sitting out on the bench. A large paw raised as if to flip him the bird, but only moved in such a manner reminiscent of "what're you doing over there? Oi." The creature on the stage then shook his head and sat back while the magical man out in the crowd spoke. Djinn, thought Mikhail with a small wag of his head left and right. He did look like a dog just then, the way he shook and his tail swished. Mikhail was not a very dangerous looking Werewolf at the moment.

Shame any trust the crowd may have developed could easily be squashed as he stood up straight once again. Where was he supposed to run? Just around? Hm. Well he didn't want to destroy things either, so he set his sight on the bench. Taking off like a bat out of hell, and faster like a blurred train, Mikhail raced around the crowd. When he got to the back where the black man was sitting, a few audience members on the bench as well, he picked it up. It was only a couple of hundred pounds. He was not trying to lift a car, and did have only a bit of difficulty getting a grip. But then he raised the wood bench with the two slender participants and Dylan. He barked as if asking if this was good enough.

Really Mikhail was not sure what he wanted him to do. Rip a tree out of the ground? He probably could do that if he tried, but he would rather not. Putting the bench back down, however, he cracked his neck and then looked down at a young girl who was staring at him. All Mikhail did was pat her on the head while waiting for his next set of instructions.

[[I do hope that was alright. We probably have different ideas of Werewolf strength, so I hope that wasn't too much! I thought it was reasonable~]]

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wishgranted
2008-12-04 11:03 am UTC (link)

The last thing Dylan was expecting involved Mikhail trying to lift up the very bench he sat on with two others. Unfortunately, to the djinn's great amusement, he found himself having to hold on tightly to his spot in order to just not fall off. A hearty laugh rang clear from his lungs, while the two beside him tried their best to hang on as well. Thankfully, they were also amused and not at all afraid of their bench being lifted up by a werewolf. Despite all of the horror stories told of their kind, a werewolf with control was not a werewolf to fear. The same was true for vampires.

Once Mikhail allowed them to be seated at level again, Dylan raised his hands to clap. The crowd joined in with him, the roar of clapping dying away after a few moments. "It seems I cannot hide for very long," Dylan said, getting up from his seat on the bench and returning to the open ground before the crowd. In a true fight with a werewolf, Dylan could match speed for speed and strength for strength for only as long as he could avoid teeth and claws. Also, for only as long as a werewolf remained on two feet instead of using all four limbs for mobility. A werewolf had natural weapons on their bodies, which wasn't very good news for djinn any more than it was good news for anyone else.

"We cannot show a real fight since it might be a little dangerous," Dylan revealed to those listening, "but is there anything else someone would like to see?" At this point, they were at the mercy of the crowd unless everyone felt they had seen enough. There were plenty of things both Dylan and Mikhail were capable of, but there was only so much Dylan himself could think of to perform.

[[It's definitely fine! You can pick the next thing the crowd chooses (or what Mikhail chooses)! ;-D]]

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project26
2008-12-05 07:18 am UTC (link)

Of course they couldn't fight. That could end very badly. The crowd for a brief moment was a dull roar as they talked to friends they might have been standing with or muttered to themselves what they would like to see. Hard choices, really. Someone near Mikhail joked with a friend that he wanted to see a wish granted and the Werewolf burst in to laughter.

Only a Werewolf laughing was more a hiccuping howl. The creature covered in a dark fur then shook his head and wandered back up to the platform. He motioned toward Dylan that he was thirsty before headed toward the tent. There was a bowl in there for him to lick out of. How diminishing of a person, to go from drinking in a glass to lapping up water from a dish with a tongue. Mikhail found it humorous most days. Today was one of them. He was in a very good mood, which he thought to be shocking. Yet he was not going to fight it to look sour. This was an improvement!

"Do some magic," said a crowd member. The ears atop Mikhail's head swiveled around to hear the call. Well, he supposed a wave of water wasn't all that exciting. Though invisibility was certainly quite the feat. Perhaps people without their skills did not understand that there was such a thing as limitations? Then again, Dylan was exceptionally skilled. When he returned to the stage, muzzle having been rubbed against a towel to dry off the short hairs around his mouth, his eyes looked at Dylan. What are going to do now? he seemed to say.

[[Future reference, lol, never leave anything to me~ It goes badly~~~~]]

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wishgranted
2008-12-08 08:24 am UTC (link)

"You want to see magic?" Dylan inquired with a slight smile on his face. There was only so much magic Dylan was willing to show them, only so much he was willing to use. As for his wish granting ability, Dylan refused to use it since it tended to wreck damage instead of gain. It wasn't his choice how the wish formed itself once it was made real, but things had to be taken in order for things to be given. It was one of the laws of the universe, and Dylan had seen the effects before. The bigger the wish, the worse the havoc. A small wish was generally not harmful, although it could be inconvenient for somebody out there.

“That may depend on the magic,” he went on to say. Dylan could cause people to see some small things that weren’t really happening. With a little bit of effort, he exercised this power. In only moments it appeared as if his body was levitating off of the ground, raised by a few inches. His feet were still on the ground, of course, but to their eyes it would appear to be the opposite. Dylan made the illusion disappear by pretending to step down from his invisible platform as he allowed the illusion to fade. It looked as if he had only stepped down.

Next, he held up one of his hands. “Everyone in the crowd, hold up something from your pockets.” A number of people removed small objects from their pockets. Dylan looked around at the selection, deciding he would take the lighter one of the men held up. The djinn caused the object to leave the man’s hands and travel the distance between the two of them slowly, landing easily in Dylan’s hand at the end. He turned the lighter over in his grasp, holding it between his fingers at last. “I can move small objects across distances, but only small ones. I do not have the abilities of a psychokinetic. They can move great weights.” Dylan raised his eyebrows. “I can only move great weights when it comes to water.”

With that, Dylan opened his hand and sent the lighter floating back to the man. Surprisingly, it was often that he used any of his magic. Dylan preferred to do most things by hand and actual physical work. It wasn’t like he had much use for illusions, in truth. “Is that all?” Dylan asked, curious to see if they had any more inquiries.

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project26
2008-12-09 08:45 am UTC (link)

The crowd seemed to be impressed. While they mumbled to themselves in awe, satisfied for the time being, Mikhail approached Dylan. The Werewolf tilted his head to the right before swinging a hand around to point at himself and then tent. His claws looked devastatingly sharp at this range, for he was within a casual conversation distance from the black man before him. Yet he was in complete control, even after this time had passed, and Dylan would not be harmed. Blinking, Mikhail finally gave a nod of his wolf head and sauntered off.

With a thud he jumped down from the platform, glancing at the crowd and teasingly snapping his jaws back at a little boy who had done it at him. The child wasn't sure what to think, but Mikhail kept walking so he was not nearly as fearful as he could have been. The Russian felt like people would want to see the change back, it was almost more interesting to see than the change to. But that was hardly appropriate for the faint of heart or the young eyes. So instead he transformed back in to his original, human shape. Those nearest to the quarters could probably hear his bones cracking and snapping back in to place, his strained breath before he was finished.

Back to human form, Mikhail passed a hand over his head and scratched at a spot on his abs while taking a pair of pants and throwing them open. Dressed within a matter of a minute or two, he returned to the platform with a wave. He was not a performer, but he knew when to greet the audience.

"Thank you, Dylan," he said graciously with a grin. "I needed that." Indeed. Sometimes it was good to change by force, just to stretch out. To make sure he still could. Not to mention this coming moon wouldn't be nearly as bad, now. The wolf seemed to understand that if he was let out, shape wise anyway, he didn't have to be so crazy. It was a give and take relationship Mikhail shared with that creature. He treated it much like having a multiple-personality disorder, should that make any sense. Often the man was not sure he was using the right words and only hoped it was so he didn't make a fool out of himself too badly.

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Fin!

wishgranted
2008-12-11 05:19 pm UTC (link)

Hopefully, those in crowd would be able to take something away from what they had heard and witnessed today out here. If they took his first words to heart and had little control over their powers, they would seek help later from someone who could be a trusted tutor for their abilities. Maybe they took something away from the demonstration of Dylan and Mikhail's unique abilities, even if a number of them couldn't do things like that themselves. Sometimes it was good just to see what others were capable of to learn that you could become capable of controlling your own power to such a degree one day as well.

"Not a problem at all, Mikhail," Dylan replied to the werewolf. He smiled and turned to the crowd. "I hope you all have learned something today, or at least enjoyed the show." He raised his eyebrows, his smile turning into a grin. After all, they had put on a show for them as far as Dylan was concerned. "Remember, anyone is capable of learning how to master their abilities, and it is not that hard if you dedicate yourself to it. I hope you all enjoy the rest of your day!" Dylan waved his hand to them and bowed a little in farewell. Bows were more customary for him, though he was learning other ways to greet and say farewell to people.

It was certainly a fun experience for him, and hopefully, it was a good experience for Mikhail as well. They might just have to do it again sometime. Perhaps with more instructors next time? Dylan grinned to himself. It wouldn't be such a bad idea.

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