First Reply Mist Opportunities

[Braze]

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The gentle sound of waves lapping against the rocky shores of Ahch-To. Dense, rolling mists swirl lazily over the dark blue waters, casting the islands in an ethereal glow. Braze stands alone at the edge of one of the craggy cliffs, his jade-green eyes reflecting the shimmering ocean beneath him. Cloaked in calm, his breath steady, he extends a hand toward the water below.

A ripple forms at Braze's gentle nudge through the Force, a small, controlled movement of water responding to his will. The ripple grows larger, slowly spiraling outward. The water rises, twisting into a column that hovers in the air, perfectly still, mirroring his precise control. He moves his hand again, and the column of water flows around him in a deliberate circle, the liquid shifting as naturally as the breeze.

With his free hand, Braze gently presses his palm downward, and the swirling water cascades back to the sea with a soft splash. He takes a deep breath, eyes closing as he settles deeper into his meditative state.

As the mist thickens around him, Braze remains rooted in place, now focusing inward. The soft sounds of nature around him blend into the background as his consciousness reaches out to the water's essence. With a flicker of concentration, his hand sweeps across the horizon, and the ocean answers—two tendrils of water rise from the waves, snaking toward him. This time, they dance fluidly, forming delicate shapes in the air.

He slowly transitions into his next exercise: Forming Water Constructs. The water tendrils twist together, braiding into a more solid, whip-like form, moving in harmony with his subtle hand gestures. Braze, ever focused, spins the water whip around him in elegant arcs, each movement slow but filled with intention. The water lashes outward before returning, swirling once more into a protective circle.

He pauses, breathing deeply, allowing the water to fall still around him as droplets float mid-air.

 

[Magdalena Bloodscrawl]

Wearing: Ritual Gown

Magdalena loved coming to this planet. The ocean spray, the sea breeze...

...it made her almost feel human.

Almost.

The Sorceress of Ossus walked the shores, letting the Force flow through her. Setting up the monasteries on Kytrand was exhaustive work, as was helping them construct a planetary stealth field generator. She couldn't help but need a few days off.

As the blue garbed light side Witch wandered the shores, she spotted Braze in the distance, watching him practice. Nathan had told her about this one, said it was words exchanged during a practice duel with him that had later inspired him to marry the Android Vera Mina and refound House Bloodscrawl in secret. Naturally she was curious, especially when she saw him manipulating water.

"You demonstrate great control if you don't mind my saying..." she admitted, walking to him.

"May I ask how long you have practiced?"

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Magdalena Bloodscrawl

"Specifically this? A few hours," Braze offered calmly. He had taught himself to walk across water and had once obsessively attempted to run up waterfalls. Now, he needed to elevate his mastery to an entirely new level; creating mist was no easy feat.

Braze moved with an artistically graceful flow, each motion seamless and deliberate. To call him a savant would be somewhat misleading. While he was undoubtedly gifted and possessed a tremendous amount of power within the force, his abilities were the result of relentless, obsessive dedication. Through painstaking effort, he had honed his skills and refined his finesse, much like a master weaponsmith forging a blade to be both ceremonial and functional.

His control was not without its challenges. Braze often struggled to maintain balance over his emotions, allowing his heartstrings to tug him in various directions. He recognized himself as a finely crafted weapon, perpetually improving and never fully perfected. The ongoing battle to master his control was a near never-ending journey, but his commitment to self-improvement remained staunch.

Every gesture he made was akin to the fluid movement of water—flexible yet precise, powerful yet elegant. His arms swept through the air, guiding the surrounding moisture into delicate veils of mist that shimmered in the light.

 

[Magdalena Bloodscrawl]

There was so much of Nathan Bloodscrawl in the boy's approach it took her back for a moment. The push, that drive to self master was something she knew very well.

People like Braze were often the very best of those she had converted into her Force Imbued Sheriff's and Deputies...not that she had any intention of doing that to Braze. She only created Deputies and Sheriff's from the severely wounded. Those who were near death anyway.

Braze was neither severely wounded nor was he near death.

"A few hours. There are those much older than you who practice for months and never get that far..." she remarked in clear surprise. Now she knew why Nathan was so wary of him...he learned dangerously fast and the focus to get exponentially better as he went along at a particular gift.

"I have a skill at controlling liquid myself..." she admitted. "Admittedly, my skill is much more narrow and specialized than yours..."

She took a slight bow.

"My name is Magdalena." she said, still getting used to the name. She herself has been without a real name other than her title for millennia. She was so old she didn't remember whether or not she had ever had a real name.

"I set up monasteries to help the poor and needy, and to guide others to the Light..." she said. "What's your current position, if I may ask?"

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Magdalena Bloodscrawl

Braze drew the droplets of water around him, forming a fine mist that swirled gently in the air. It was a good opportunity to practice his focus, to control the water without the aid of meditation crystals. And focus he did, maintaining the delicate mist while keeping up the conversation.

"Many people plateau when they don't change their approach or the effort they put into a task," he said, his voice calm but thoughtful. "It takes perspective and creativity to overcome those obstacles." He knew firsthand how easy it was to hit a wall, and how difficult it could be to find the way forward.

His curiosity piqued as he turned to Magdalena, a hint of intrigue in his tone. "Oh yeah? What kind of skill is that?"

When she introduced herself, Braze offered a respectful nod in return. "I'm Braze," he replied, the mist gently gathering and cascading down to the water with a slow breath. "Could you clarify what you mean by 'position'?" His tone remained light, but the focus on his surroundings.

 

[Magdalena Bloodscrawl]

"That's a good attitude to have..." Magdalena assured Braze . "A lot of people make it all the way to Master with such an attitude."

"But as for my skill..." she trailed, summoning glowing green blood to leak out from between her fingernails and form into a large, floating drop of glowing green blood above her palm.

"I control blood," she explained. "It's an...innate ability of mine. My blood, the blood of others..."

She watched him control the water with a fine tuning to his actions that made her marvel.

"By position I mean, what is it you do in the Order? Is there anything in particular you are trusted with? For me I go around teaching of The Light, opening others to it. The highest position you could say I have is Abbess. Are you still a Padawan?" she asked in genuine curiosity. "I ask because I...may be able to help you fine tune your ability to do what you are doing, allowing for more detail and precision in manipulating your chosen element. My...kind...is inherently elementalist specialists..."

To demonstrate, she made elaborate, scary detailed shapes out of the glowing blood above her palm, ships, animals...

...as well as a mini version of Braze himself, mimicking the same movements she had seen him practicing, along with actively simulating the water around the blood figure with micro blood drops.

Magdalena let the Mini Braze do it's movements about ten seconds before it just became a glob of blood that flowed back in streams between her fingernails, causing the tissue around the finger area to pulse and bubble slightly as the blood went back in, the flesh resetting to normal afterwards.

"Interested in a few pointers?"

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Magdalena Bloodscrawl

Braze's jade-green eyes widened as the glowing green blood flowed from Magdalena's fingers. His control over the water faltered, rippling unnaturally. The sight of his likeness, made from blood, twisted his stomach, and when it flowed back into her body, his horror deepened.

Taking a step back, his voice came out strained, "No... I'll pass."

 

[Magdalena Bloodscrawl]

Magdalena shrugged.

"Oh hell, it's not for everyone..." Magdalena said, her alieness showing in that she didn't comprehend the Boy's unease. It was just like Nathan himself had once told Braze : No matter how moral a light adept Force Spawn might actually be, their thinking in other areas could be totally foreign in process from a human perspective.

"It's been a long time since I came to this world." she said, observing the roiling waves. "I remember once setting up a monastery here during the Gulag Plague..."

Her face fell slightly. "Be thankful every day of your life, young Braze, to have not been born during an era like that. If you opened up a dictionary to define 'Hot Trash Fire', the Gulag Plague's high school photo would be right next to that definition..."

Magdalena, being inherently schizophrenic due to her nature, darted her head about as the opening notes of 'BFG DIVISION' by Mick Gordon played for a few seconds, before shrugging, thinking she had imagined it. She HAD, but she also HADN'T...

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Magdalena Bloodscrawl

Braze was sufficiently unsettled, uncertain of who—or what—he was talking to at this point. The figure before him was strange, and Braze found himself unsure of how to proceed or what to say next. His usual confidence seemed to falter, and for a brief moment, he hesitated.

"Uh, I... am thankful," he offered simply, the words feeling awkward in his mouth. His mind raced, recalling all the research and history he had pored over, trying to find some frame of reference for this encounter. There was something about this person that reminded him of a particular woman— Onrai —and the way she often brought up strange, unsettling topics that bent the boundaries of what he thought he knew.

The memory added to his unease, leaving him to wonder just how similar this situation might be.