vivala | First Light

Elysium - Staff Quarters - Open

Tandy curled up in one of the common rooms, looking fairly drained. She'd spent the past hour writing details into dossiers. The things she heard, things she found in the hearts of empire flunkies with painfully base hopes. Sure one of them deeply hoped to meet a nice man and settle down. But most of them wanted things too far removed from 'good' it made hopes turn sour in her mind.

Something about her powers felt a little grosser than usual right now. Honestly she was considering what the local drug scene was like, which was an equally bad idea. And why she didn't feel it was a good idea to stay in her room alone right now.

Tandy's demeanor is counter to who she is at the Circle of Blood, Starlit Stage, or King's Table. Someone flirty and vivacious. Not some dour mopey teen.

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Ballet, as she knows it, isn't local here. So practicing anywhere in Elysium might lead her to trouble. And she has a lot of feelings right now, and dance is a good way to work through them. Her moves are fluid, graceful, but clearly rusty from her time away from it.

The emotion is evident. Not just in her movements, but in the lights growing brighter around the room as she dances. Beyond the light they should produce. A curious thing, a weird resonance her magic produces in the world around her.

...Maybe someone should step in before things explode.

(OOC: Will match styles, and if you want something more personalized I can do that. Just send me a DM.)

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Link reacts immediately, reaching instinctively for the sword strapped to his back. But then he blinks, and realises - it was one of the lights. There isn't any danger. He releases his hold on his sword, and lowers his hand.

"Hi," he says. And then, because he was wondering about the lights - was it her?! - he asks, "...Do you have bomb magic?"

If she had bomb magic, he was very, very jealous.

"Nope, that'd be pretty cool. Light magic." Calling it magic was still 'new' for her. It was magic, best as she could tell at home. Although she didn't compare notes with the one witch she met. "It sometimes can get away from me if I'm distracted."

She closes her eyes to focus her breath, a small orb of light forming between her hands as the lights (the ones not blown up) grow brighter in time with her power. But she let's the orb disappear before anything (else) explodes. Control, she can be in control. She's got this.

Eyes open again she figures it'll help sell the whole 'she's okay' if she acts like a normal person. "I'm Tandy."

Like magic. Like Rauru.

And Zelda.

There's a solemn, wistful look on his face, as he gazes at the ball of light. Zelda would love to see this, meet someone else who possessed the same kind of magic.

"It's powerful," he says, as the light disappears. "I'm Link."

Hmm. That was a weird reaction. Of course, between his ears and the 'everything about here' the word weird lost a little of its definition. But his mind definitely went somewhere while she was showing off.

Wonder where that is.

"I've always been the better at destruction." Light. Hope. Both hand in hand with the power to break things, end things. Far more than her partner. "Maybe didn't mean to do it here, but the past month has been stressful."

"What about you, anything you feel like sharing?" She did feel a little exposed, having her powers being talked about and scrutinized when she was usually the one spying and stealing, not being so seen.

Link makes a soft, encouraging sound of acknowledgement. He certainly doesn't regard being better at the destruction as a bad thing. In fact, it can be downright useful.

So maybe Link's a little fond of explosions, sometimes. The Sheikah Slate's bomb rune had always been his favourite.

He has to think a little at her question, though, head titled to one side. What can he share? He doesn't have Rauru's arm anymore, or the Sage's Vows. He doesn't have a similarly spectacular gift to demonstrate.

But, Link's not entirely without fancy tricks. Coming to a decision, he nods - and then runs towards the benches at the side of the room. Leaping on top of them, he uses them as a springboard to leap up high as he twists and draws the bow on his back.

From Link's perspective, everyone around his slows down. He has the time to aim and fire each shot as he wants it. But to Tandy, it will look like Link has just managed to draw and fire multiple times in less than a second.

At the other end of the room, nine arrows pierce one of the other lights.

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