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[Open] Morning Training! - February 16th

Characters: Everyone!

Location: Training Grounds, Shibusen

Rating: PG-13 for violence

Time: 5am to 10am

Description: Every morning in the city, Morning Training takes place to prepare the guests of the city for the war. It's handwaved most days, but approximately once a month this gets played out in a log. This log takes place on February 16th.

FAQ: Questions answered by Maito Gai
Breakfast: Run by Cinderella, Katakura Kojurou, Saya Tagaki, Yugo
Batch One: Beginners under the age of 15. Run by Prussia, Auron, Steve Rogers
Batch Two: Adult beginners. Run by Kaoru Kamiya, Maito Gai, Tifa Lockhart
Batch Three: Intermediate fighters. Overseen by Hyuuga Neji and Ling Yao. Please see list of random sparrers.
Batch Four: Experienced fighters, for sparring with each other. Overseen by Haruka.
Weapon Transformation: How to find your form. Run by Yuuri, Ishida Mitsunari, Spirit.
Soul Perception: If someone doesn’t know by now. Run by Luna Lovegood, Azusa
Partner Training: How to work together as partners. Run by Tassadar; Maka and Soul; Shizuo and Motochika; Eve.
Weapons Handling Training: Run by Genesis Rhapsodes, Tenten.
Shooting Range: How to Shoot. Run by Grit, Leon, Naoto.
Meister Ability Helpers: How to find it out. Run by Death the Kid, Edgeworth.
Finding a Partner: Run into others looking for partners and see if you can work together! Run by Sasame.
Fighting Witches: Speak to an actual Witch and learn some of what you're facing. Run by Cybele.
Medics (And First Aid Training): Training run by Naomi Kimishima, also a place for medics to gather and talk. (First Aid Training may need to be handwaved, player is on hiatus.)
Audience: For people to just gather and talk.
Watch: For Watch people (and prospective new members) to gather and talk.

For training via sparring:
Katakura Koujurou
Uchiha Itachi
Hyuuga Neji
Chosokabe Motochika
Steve Rogers
Maito Gai
(Various NPCs available upon request)
Partner vs Partner sparring is also good!

Feel free to start your own threads in the official groupings as well as elsewhere!

Breakfast
Lau [Open]
Clare [Open]
Loki [Open]
Yami Bakura [Open]
Bakura [Open]
Stan [Open]
Dylan [Open]
Yuuichi [Open]
Saya [Open]
Sheena [Open]
Taiyou [Open]
Duo [Open]
Luna [Open]
Utena [Open]
Nagi [Open]

Batch One
Taiyou [Open]
Utena [Open]

Batch Two
Clare [Open]
Yami Bakura [Open]

Batch Three
Sapphire [Open]
Sophie [Open]
Hinata [Open]
Sheena [Open]

Batch Four
Amateresu [Open]
Raidou [Open]

Weapon Transformation
Clare [Open]
Shindou [Open]
Yuuichi [Open]
Lee [Open]
Kariya [Open]

Soul Perception
Naruto [Open]
Stein [Open]
Stan [Open]

Partnership Training
Haruka and Cinderella [Unknown]

Weapons Handling Training
Taiyou [Open]

Shooting Range
Bakura [Open]
Yoichi [Open]
Aion [Open]
Saya [Open]
Re-l [Open]

Meister Ability Helpers
Gamzee [Open]
Loki [Open]
Sophie [Open]
Yugo [Open]
Touma [Open]
Demona [Open]
Chika [Open]
Misa [Open]
Raphael [Open]
X [Open]
Mitsuba [Open]

Finding a Parther
Clare - Weapon [Open]
Sapphire - Meister [Open]
Bakura - Weapon [Open]
Amateresu - Meister [Open]
Yami Bakura - Meister [Open]
Leo - Meister [Open]
Takasugi - Weapon [Open]
Hades - Weapon [Open]
Ryoki - Weapon [Open]
Demona - Meister [Open]
Chika - Meister [Open]
Steve Rogers - Meister [Open]
Nagi - Meister [Open]

Medics and First Aid Training
Yuuichi [Open]
Clovis [Open]
Taiyou [Open]

Audience
Yuuri [Open]
Stan [Open]
Leo [Open]
Rokudo [Open]
Ryoki [Open]
Duo [Open]
Nagi [Open]

Watch
Sasame [Open]
Duke Pantarei [Open]
Roy [Open]
Aion [Open]
Stripp [Open]
Re-l [Open]
Jules [Open]

Other
Gai [Open]
Clare [Open]
Chrono [Open]
Kenshin [Open]
Mithos [Open]
Auron [Open]
Kratos [Open]
Stein [Open]
Takasugi [Open]
Rokudo [Closed]
Dylan [Open]
Hades [Open]
Keroro [Open]
Naoto [Open]
Duke [Open]
Allen [Open]
Demona [Open]
Sendo [Open]
Bumblebee [Open]
Saya [Open]
Tenma [Open]
Chika [Open]
Kanji [Open]
Yugo [Open]
Jules [Open]
Ed Elric [Open]
Hitsugaya [Open]
Lee [Open]
Raidou [Open]
Kaoru [Open]

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Sensing the other woman's reluctance, Sheena began backing off, offering an apology as she did. Gai had said there were people who could help her, but this woman didn't seem to be one of them. She could always figure this out on her own, right? If not, she still had her regular fighting abilities.

Her retreat was stopped by the question, her head tilting as Clare rattled off the list of possible abilities. "Well...I could use Elemental Cards and summon Elemental Spirits back home. Do you mean something like that?"

"It might, I mean, wouldn't hurt to attempt it," Clare figured now an explanation would be good. How did it get explained to her again... "When BREW brings you here sometimes your old powers activate your new powers. Didn't do me any good, but if you can try one of your old skills... who knows, could transform you. Either partially or fully."

"I had to learn transforming from scratch, it's a bit longer a process to learn that way," Clare paused, she missed something earlier in this conversation. Best to do it now, "I'm Clare, by the way."

"Sheena. Sheena Fujibayashi," she replied. "It's nice to meet you." She was trying to digest what Clare was saying. "Okay," she said, thinking aloud. "I shared my mana with the Spirits, and to call them at full power, I had to say what could be considered a spell. Otherwise, I could just say their name, and they'd appear but could only work with their element." She paused as she thought some more.

"The cards, however, had the spells engraved on them, and could only be activated by me..." She stopped and looked at Clare. "That one might be the key. I had to transfer my mana to the card in order for it to work." So, maybe that was the key here?

Clare listened to the explanation, trying to apply the best ratio of logic and blind guesswork she could to the situation. Both powers seemed to be based on outside forces, but as Sheena came to conclude the cards worked from her own 'mana,' which was an internal force. Both abilities wold be useless here as the other half (spirits and cards) wouldn't work in this world.

"Try focusing yourself as if you were projecting your mana into a card, just... without the card," Clare continued, "Your body knows what it is here, it should direct you the rest of the way... in theory." Worst case scenario, nothing happened. Plus it could mean not trying to throw herself down the Shinbusen steps as seemed to be the favored alternative learning method.

Sheena nodded as she looked at her hand. "That's what I was thinking. That BREW put the spell somewhere in my body and I could only activate it by focusing my mana on it." She chuckled. "Now I just need to figure out where."

She grew quiet, falling back on her training to relax both her mind and body. Soon her breathing slowed and no offense to Clare, Sheena was no longer aware of her presence or of anything else surrounding them as she turned her attention inward. She imagined herself as one of her cards, letting it fill with both her power and desire to change.

One of these days, though, someone was going to have to explain the whole throwing oneself down the stairs method.

"Not exactly, but try it first and I'll see if I can explain what BREW did. Realize it's a lot of conjecture, and that I'm not exactly a part of proper teaching here at Morning Training," Clare had gathered BREW changed a person to work here, but fundamental aspects of all existing cosmos were uniform, energy is energy. BREW can't destroy an energy in someone, merely shape it to match the laws of here. Thus, 'mana' wasn't being manipulated, but soul. That'd just be confusing before figuring out if this will work.

"The default location for the transformation to be rooted to is the heart, and if you feel warmth from whatever you're doing, that means it's working," Clare pulled out her notebook and flipped to one of the earliest pages. "Yes, warmth, chest, heart. That's the best starting point, unless there's somewhere more meaningful for your 'spell' to be hidden. Which should be the next thing to try."

Sheena was trying to put it into terms she could relate to, since she doubted BREW would change a person so much that they couldn't figure out how to tap into their new ability. So, the idea of a spell was something she could focus on as she felt her way through.

Her eyes snapped open. "The heart?" She placed her hand over her heart, feeling its beat under her fingertips. Could it really be that simple? She had been told by her grandfather that in order to fight, everything--mind, body, and soul--had to be in sync.

Was that the resonance Gai had told her about?

"Remember, it's about souls now. Your feelings, your emotions, who you are. Nothing quite symbolizes that more than the heart," terms Sheena could understand were nice, but the truth of things needed to shine forward. Here it was all about your soul.

"Now, just give it a try," Clare looked very optimistic, hope was one of those things Clare always lost, but even more surely she always found some of it after. Like right here, "Even if you don't transform fully, it's a step down the path. Or... sorry, I'm not used to making up teacher metaphors."

Sheena nodded. "The heart and soul are always connected--you can't have one without the other. It's those two that connect everything in you and give you the strength to live and to fight. My Grandpa taught me that." And it was something Sheena believed in fully (and her habit of reacting more on her emotions than on thought proved that.)

Sheena had been trying, but with that information about the heart, she had a clearer idea of what to do. She gave the other woman a smile. "I think you're doing a good job, Clare." She took a deep breath and tried again, going into a trance-like meditative state, using the beating of her heart as a guide.

Despite her eagerness to change, she didn't force it, trusting her soul to know when it was right--almost like knowing the correct moment to attack an enemy. She could feel what could only be described as a liquid warmth flowing through her, and her hands fingertips began to tingle.

Unknown to her, her hands had started to change, turning black and transforming into a braided cord like the one around her waist.

[ooc: That was weird. I replied to your comment, but it posted in the main thread.]

"Here these things are a bit more literal than just lovely poetics," Clare paused, that was a bit rude. She needed to be accurate but not rude, "But your Grandpa seems like a very smart man."

Clare tinted a bit pinker than before at the kind words, and went to flipping through her notes for anything else she wrote back when she first arrived. The five month stint back home was an added weight to remembering her notations clearly. Which, thankfully, is why you keep notes.

But she didn't need them as Sheena was doing very well her first time out, lacking Clare's own failure at relaxing or focusing. Hmm... her form was something she was wearing, that's interesting. Clare pocketed that journal and started writing small notes in her mirror instead. Sheena's transformation is not her's to write about privately, that's just... creepy.

But Clare didn't interrupt, let the girl keep going for now. No point telling her she did it to have the words break her concentration. "Whatever power you're grasping for, cradle it, protectively but gently like it was an egg or made of thin glass," still, couldn't hurt to give a few directions. So long as her voice stays cool and soothing, given the vaguely meditative look on Sheena's face being loud would be counter-productive.

[OOC: Weird... DW why u no work right?]

Sheena ignored Clare's comment. To be heartless was to be soulless, and to lose both, made you Lifeless, merely existing without reason or cause to live or fight. But, she would agree her Grandpa was pretty smart--despite his goofy attitude.

Meditation was part of being a ninja, so it was easy for Sheena to follow her seldom-used training, letting that liquid warmth continue to build and flow through her. The tingling, however, was a bit alarming, and she almost stopped when Clare's soft voice penetrated.

Did that mean she was succeeding? Sheena certainly took it that way, since Clare didn't seem to be telling her to stop. And the power she was grasping for? Her own desire to protect others, fueled by a promise she had made. A promise she refused to break. At that thought, the tingling grew stronger, almost numbing, but Sheena wasn't about to stop now.

Clare would begin to notice clusters of colored thread--red, orange, green, medium blue, pale blue, and violet--among the black, which would begin to fade as Sheena began to tire from the effort.

Maybe she should have done this instead of physical training first.

Clare continued to watch, and... feel, she guessed. She wasn't sure what sense was used when perceiving energies around souls, she lacked Perception so it wasn't her eyes it was... just not one of the other five senses. She also wasn't very good with it, or sure how that improved. Her physical senses were what she was going with for now, "Stop. Take a break, whatever power you're trying to hold let it go for now." Unlike her previous words, this was not advice.

Clare waited for Sheena to come out of it and watch to make sure that letting go turned Sheena back to normal. Bakura had gotten stuck before, and Clare often found when quick changing she couldn't shift back as quickly if she was out of practice or overtaxing herself. "I can tell you what your weapon form is, and that you're on the right track."

That wasn't the end of Clare's thoughts, there was definitely more to it, "But I think you need to take it a little slower. You started to lose your progress toward the end, you might need to work on your... spiritual flexibility, I don't have a better metaphor."

Instead of arguing, Sheena agreed with Clare. Sinking on to the grass, she nodded. "It's like any kind of training. You have to work at it little by little until you get it right and can do whatever it is without thinking."

She looked down at herself, making sure that everything was okay. The tingling was still there, but it was more like what happens when you stub your toe or hit your finger and was fading away just as quickly.

"Towards the end, I felt...I'm not sure how to put it... Everything had been growing steadily--the warmth, the tingling, then suddenly, it just seemed to rush forward and all of a sudden, I felt exhausted." She looked up as some of Clare's words registered.

"You know my form? What is it?" she asked eagerly.

"Yes, but in this case everyone's soul is a different level of... malleable. My soul is incredibly flexible and with practice my transformations is as well. I fully transformed my first day but it took a month and an earthquake to manage transforming half-way," Clare smiled and dropped down to sit next to Sheena, "You're making good progress though, and if you can hold a partial transformation it might let you fight without a Meister, just not as well as fighting with one."

Clare thought about how to better explain resonance, wavelength, and partnership. Because she found while she easily made resonance happen, like she easily shifted her form. It was never strong, that was her stumbling block. Of course Clare instantly dismissed the guitar-amp metaphor, "You're... used to a certain form for yourself, I guess. You pushed yourself into a new form, but you had to keep the pressure on yourself as your soul and body didn't want to change. Thus the drag and your transformation reversed itself. ...I can't be certain, I don't have Soul Perception so I couldn't see. Just observe how you were acting."

"As for your weapon form, you're wearing it," Clare pointed at the belt Sheena had on. "Your hand and arm shifted into something along the lines of that when you changed. Your abilities will probably be something you already are capable of, at least when you were back home." Clare was trying to find the right balance between wild speculation and logical deduction. The method and madness of this place was a tricky thing, so it was hard to define anything as 'truth' until you do something with it. "Take a break, try again when you're not as taxed."

It was still the same thing, as far as Sheena was concerned. Control was control. "An earthquake? How did that help? And why do people throw themselves down the steps? That just sounds silly to me." She looked at herself. "A partial transformation? You mean I don't have to change all the way? That would be interesting." She turned back to Clare. "What is your form? If you don't mind me asking." Especially after all the questions she just rattled off.

She leaned back on to her hands to relax and gather her strength. She wasn't about to try to change again that day, but she did close her eyes to try to remember what she had done and what she had felt while she had been doing it. She nodded along with Clare's explanation. "That makes sense."

It took her a moment to realize what Clare was telling her about her form. She looked down then turned to the other woman slowly. "I'm an Obijime? Why in the name of Martel would that be my shape?" She paused. "Please tell me it eventually makes sense."

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"Both have the same answer, fear and survival instincts," Clare answered plainly, leaning back on her hands to study the clouds. Remembering what happened, "A bunch of buildings got damaged, a kid was under one when a wall was coming down, and I acted. I didn't have a Meister and I didn't really have a plan but I transformed enough to defend us both. Putting yourself in danger can trigger a change... sometimes. It isn't a suggested course of learning if you can do it through calm control."

"As for what that form is, I'm a shield. I defend and protect my Meister and others. I can do offense but it is very limited," Clare's hand went up and her forearm flashed white, the back of her arm replaced with a single gleaming metal plate. "Partial transformations let me use my shield as a bracer, letting me defend myself a bit better. But I'm not skilled enough at combat to make it work for me against real opponents."

"Your form isn't always conventional, and some of the less conventional forms have more devastating powers," Clare tried to think of an example but most of the weapons she knew were rather standard. "I know one person who turns into a small computer, one guy here turns into a ten sided die... but all weapons do things. I can remove my meister's scent and sound from anyone nearby, a little stealth trick. Your form is something to you, and your abilities will reflect who you are."

Clare grinned and turned to look at Sheena, "In other words your form is your own making, somehow. Maybe it'll make sense to you one day."

"Well, yeah, the earthquake makes sense--since that's something you can't control. I don't know why I didn't think of that before." Probably because her own actions are so second nature that she doesn't even think about them anymore when she acts. Just like the trick with the steps might not work with her. "I know a lot of ways to attempt to defend myself--changing my form would probably be the last thing I'd try. And by then, it would be too late."

She looked at Clare with a new appreciation. Someone who would, without thought, defend another--especially a child--at the risk of their own life was worth knowing in the ninja's eyes. How ironic that she wasn't a shield, Sheena thought to herself, considering her history. Watching Clare partially change her arm, she gave her a bit of advice. "The key is to always remain as calm as possible and try to watch your opponent at all times. The movement of their hands and feet can give you the best clues about what they're planning." She didn't know if Clare had ever been shown that, but it was always sound advice.

Her eyebrow raised in agreement to Clare's assessment. "Less conventional is right," Sheena chuckled. "I'm a braided cord." She paused as she mulled things over. "But something to me? Up until know, I always thought my Obijime was nothing more than a piece of clothing. Well, depending on who my Meister is, he or she can be stylish with me around their waist," she joked. "And if they don't wear an obi, I can be used as a hair-tie!" Silly right? Not at all anything like the techniques she was taught on how to hide and sneak up on people. Nope. No stealth abilities there.

"My own making?" She looked down at her own attire before glancing back at the other woman. "I guess so. At least I didn't pick this," she said, holding up the end of her pink obi. "I don't think I could handle being a huge bow over someone's behind."

[ooc: BTW, love the technique for your icons. :D]

"Adrenaline helps some people transform, it's a reflex we don't realize we have. Something we gained here," Clare glanced up and down Sheena, noting how they were different from each other. The words confirmed by the body language, "You're better in a crisis than I am, which in this case is the problem." Clare would panic, and in that panic her body takes over, giving her simple answers. Sheena doesn't look too panicky, the issues asking for help? It says she takes care of herself, she won't panic, and her body won't be able to suggest an answer.

Clare chuckled a little, comparing the troubles each side had. Learning new tricks versus learning any tricks. Clare might be at a bit of an edge starting from scratch. Is... that why BREW took her? "I'll keep that in mind. I'm getting better at defending myself. But since blocking blows is effective with metal skin, it won't serve me without my powers. It's the fighting back bit I'm really bad at."

"We're different types of weapons." Clare considered what best would explain the idea, "You'll be about what you do, me about what I am. Even without my abilities, I am a shield. When I transform I'm always converting soul into a defense wave. What you do we can't be sure of yet, but you do something. We'll find it eventually." Clare put a comforting hand on Sheena's shoulder, Clare was nothing but empathetic about not being of use yet. She wasn't useful yet, and she could transform.

Clare laughed, "I think they would rather wear you as a shoulder sash in that case. But a few Meisters here might find a giant bow very stylish." Not everyone in Death City understood fashion, and some outright defied it.

[ooc: I'm at 700+ icons for Clare, and I still have four more eps to icon from this season. I kinda have to. ^_^]

"Adrenaline" was a word that Sheena had never heard before, but from Clare's explanation, she took it to mean that rush of energy she sometimes felt while fighting. And normally, she was calm in a fight--no matter how many opponents there were. She had to be. Panicking could get her killed...

She turned away from that thought and focused on what Clare was saying. Despite her original hesitancy in asking for help, Sheena was glad she did. This was one thing she probably would never have figured out for herself. And even with the other woman's assistance, she was still going to have trouble wrapping her mind around her Weapon form--she could tell.

Listening to Clare, she agreed. "Yeah, I can see where having a metal arm can help with blocking. But if you're a shield, not only can you push the enemy away, but you can be used in striking and slashing motions, too." Lifting her hand palm out, she kept it flat as she demonstrated, pushing against the air, then delivering a uppercut with the tips of her fingers, then slashing down. Chuckling, she said, "The blows would probably hurt more coming from metal than my fingertips."

She looked at Clare with a soft smile. "You defend Clare. You protect a life. And to me, that's pretty useful--no matter how you do it." Which could probably also be said about her own form, and if she never found out her ability--at least she knew she could still be used to help others.

She stared at the other woman for a minute. "I think I'd prefer the sash over being a huge bow. Wouldn't you?" She hadn't seen everyone yet, but she had seen some fashion mistakes she didn't want to be a part of.

[ooc: I wish I had thought of that, sooner. I had cut my icon collection down because of the limits. But, you've given me a great idea. :D]

Clare considered the suggestions for offensive strikes, "Not exactly... Pushing I can do, but I don't have enough of an edge to strike with when I partially transform, and my full sized shield takes both my arms." Clare demonstrated by holding he two arms together, like she was blocking a strike coming from her left. A full shield face formed over her arms, fused in the space between them, but the way they fused would definitely limit movement. It also took a bit of effort to pull her arms apart, causing the shields to shrink into the arm bracer sized plates she normally had. "My best striking surface is my right hand, which I can transform, but it telegraphs." Her right hand is the obvious weapon, she might need to buy a fighting glove of some kind for her left hand to make it suck less... even if that wouldn't resonate.

Clare laughed, admiring the effort but finding it misplaced. "I didn't mean I wasn't useful, I know how useful a shield can be. Just once you figure out your abilities you're be more destructive than I am. ...Probably." She couldn't actually be sure, but what she knew about the city it was a pretty good shot. Forms and abilities are built on who you are as much as anything else. And Clare... was never a fighter, Sheena was and in the end that would probably make the difference.

"Oh, I would definitely prefer the sash over the large bow, but someone I knew at home could probably make a large bow work with the right outfit," Clare's smile was a little fragile as she mentioned this person. Something Clare didn't feel like going into, but she couldn't help but bring up.

(OOC: Glad I could help. ^_^ )

Sheena moved in closer as Clare transformed and saw that she was right. Her form was too bulky to strike, and she could see the effort it took to separate the two halves, making it almost impossible for her to go from one to the other quickly enough to do so anyway. "Hmmmm," she hummed in thought as she sat back down. She wondered if there might be another ability Clare hadn't discovered yet tied into the bracers. She didn't bring it up, fearing the other woman might have already thought of that yet never found it.

Sheena's eyes narrowed slightly at the laughter. She didn't like being laughed at--especially when she was being sincere--and Clare's rubbed her the wrong way. Until she learned why she was laughing, then she relaxed and smiled. "Oh. I think I get it. Because I'm used to fighting, right? I'm also used to using my whole body as a shield, too. This could get interesting, since I doubt a cord can offer much protection.

Her head tilted at Clare's response, and she suddenly became concerned for this woman she just met. "Are you okay, Clare?"

"Sorta, but that's not what I really meant. Not every power is based on our form," While it was true that the fighters are more dangerous because they know how to fight, and are blending in new aspects of it, there was a more linear meaning. Clare pointed out Yuuri, "He's a sword, but he also makes barriers and can heal people. Neither of which is very sword-like. But he does them because that's who he is. Bakura... who is somewhere else, he turns into dice. I don't know what they do, but they do something. He had a partner, went on missions. What I do is tied to who I am, and most of what I do is defend and evade." She hoped that got the point across.

Clare quickly tried to shake off her thoughts with a very fake smile, she didn't want to get into things she couldn't fix, "Old Ghosts, nothing that you need to worry about. I'm fine."

Sheena sat there, listening, her jaw dropping slightly. "Wait...you don't mean a physical barrier like your shield, do you?" she asked, following Clare's gaze. She paused a moment, thinking about who she was. She risked her life without thinking or asking for anything in return to help and protect others. She was also pretty hot-headed and stubborn, and wondered just what abilities would emerge from that.

"That's right," she finally said. "You mentioned that you could hide your Meister's presence from enemies." Sheena was trained in stealth and using illusions for diversions. Now, she was beginning to look forward to finding out just what she could do.

The young ninja shook her head slightly, still wearing a soft smile. "Those Old Ghosts pop up at the strangest times, don't they?' she asked softly, her voice full of understanding.

"Energy barrier. He used it on the one mission I was on," Clare wasn't sure of the specifics, and she wasn't entirely comfortable grilling Yuuri with a bunch of research questions. She figured from the expression Sheena got the idea now. So there was that, getting someone introspective and curious as to their new abilities will help them work on the subject.

"Yup, but it doesn't make them invisible so it's not exactly great," Clare wasn't entirely sure what was going on with her abilities. They towed a very fine line between vaguely familiar and completely foreign. "I think I sorta convert standard destructive wavelengths into other forms." Power in this world was a soul, and that power was almost always used to destroy or injure. Either the Kishin attacking, the Witches' magic, or a Meister's combat. Clare defended and concealed, but both clearly took energy. As with them her offense was limited to that of any standard non-living weapon.

"Strange and unhelpful timing, guess everyone has a few," it was sad that this was on Clare's short list of things constant between everyone. That as she tried to understand everyone, and get everyone to understand her... old wounds was what they all shared.

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