Heyo, I've had a sudden burst of motivation. All it took was not sleeping all night. I have no idea when I can post again anytime soon though. The first shift guy called off for COVID so I'm probably going to work 10s or maybe 12s until he's back. Hip Hip Hooray for not enough coworkers. Anyway, hope you guys like this enough to maybe write your own stuff.
"I don't know how to explain it more than that dude. You just gotta meditate, anything that really relates you, and get a feel for the magic in the air. Ah fuck it, I'm trying the nuclear way." A poke on the chest is all I do. Well, I also gathered a good amount of magic with it too. My light poke is enough to knock her a few feet back. Walking up to her I hold out my fist. " How many fingers?" Her eyes go wide before narrowing.
"Fuck you too you immature ass." I bring back my astral middle finger as I help her up. " Cool beans. It took me a few years to do anything cool with magic. I'll make you into a wizard yet. You'll just need to live till thirty." That only gets me a pout from her. Now hopefully we both live long enough to become wizards.
"Now all you need to do is refine the magic into something like a black hole. It'll be easy since your core is small right now. Wait, fuck, your core is just being drained. Fucking hell, no wonder there's no mages around. You need a full core to make your core bigger and naturally restore it. The magic around here is so little it's sad. All the magic around is going right into the blood you guys have, and you need that blood just to live. Then any extra blood goes into making your body's stronger and not into the production of magic. Oh my, I'm rambling to much aren't I?"
She's in deep thought as I poke her again. I've given her one fourth of my magic core by the time the regeneration outdoes the drain. "Hahaha! It only costed me four years worth of my core! How you feeling bro?" The first thing she does is punch me in the face. I'll give her that one. I did basically wield pure magic into her soul. Probably very painful based off the screaming and sweat.
"If- If you- do that again I'll rip your balls off." She just breathes for awhile. Long enough for me to get bored and start to do pushups. " I... don't know how I feel. It's weird to me right now. I'm no longer hungry." Oh, looks like she's ready to talk. Dusting off my hands a get my thoughts out.
" Ya, I don't really know how it'll work for you, but for me I only need to eat when I bottom out the tank. If it's above empty I don't need to eat or sleep. Saves a lot on bills in the long run." She gets up just to punch me again. This time it's a lot lighter, so it's probably a joke punch.
" For me the core of my well... core is a deep blue. From that center magic is made into the world from nothing. Well not nothing really. The time and effort put into making something from the void. From that I just change the world however I want with willpower and thought. It's very loosely and free going right now. I think it might be because not enough people have tried to define magic but the kids. Maybe magic is strongly tied with thought and believing in it."
Two arms start to push me back and forth. " You can't just drop all this crazy shit on me! You're flipping my entire world view upsidedown and blowing it up. Just let me breath for a minute please!" I give her a thumbs up as I magic a pole above me. Magic and physical training both at the same time.
Jakuchō Pov-
I'm not dreaming am I? This is a good time to have a happy, if somewhat, weird dream. Everything has been bleak after that new bastard of a ghoul started to eat women coming out of hospitals. The doves started to poke around long enough to find our little safe heaven. Why'd he only show up now and not back then? Maybe the others would still be alive.
" If all of this is true... We both have the largest target on our backs. It'll be best if we hide-" The brick wall of a man does a flip off the glowing blue pole with only a small stumble right himself. " Ya, I tried that and it worked for a few years. I'm not the fastest learner around, but getting your head blown up makes you learn really quick. How many times have that happened?" He slowly gets harder to hear as his mumbles get softer. Oh dear God he's right. All it takes is someone getting too nosey and it's all over. How can-
"Ya, so, it's happened at least three times to me. So anyways, I thought to myself. Why am I getting captured and brainwashed? Because rich fuckers want more power for themselves. So my thoughts went to how to stop that and the only way I could think of that was befriending like minded people. Plus I'm very lonely." This guy is sending too many mixed signals to me. Most of the time he acts like an air headed buffoon then says some wise shit you'd expect out of a grampa.
I don't have any idea on what to do right now. What all do we have to work with? I don't know much about the big guy, but I know I can't even take on a few doves by myself. He said it himself that he can't protect himself alone. " Hey, the only way I can see us not dying is getting stronger. Let's move somewhere quiet and train. Maybe we can do something truly impactful if we get strong enough."
If we do this right we can change the world forever. Now I just hope we have the willpower to make the future truly magical. The alternative is something I won't think about.
