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Post by Nomz on Nov 11, 2024 5:35:37 GMT
"He's a cheater," Anwir mutters under his breath and to the cape as Strange splits into many sorcerers. His mild disappointment shifts to determination as he takes Strange's words to heart. One day, he'll get hurt taking someone at their word. Not today. "You owe me two snacks for this little trick, sir."
The young man nods in acknowledgment and closes his eyes to focus. He needs to find the real Strange, but how? While they all looked and sounded the same, there still had to be something to set the original apart, right? Anwir feels gravity test his concentration, his eyes snapping open as he feels himself start to fall before bringing the cape and himself back up to speed.
He has to focus on both things at once. He can't let either falter. Anwir tries again. Focuses. Breathes. He had healed Strange. The man should be marked by his magic, but would his clones also have that? Perhaps there is a chance that they do not. Maybe he can merely sense which smirking man was the correct one. Anwir does his best to focus, thinking about the smell and sound of his magic- the scent of sea air and the sound of waves on the beach.
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Post by Beriadan on Nov 15, 2024 12:56:55 GMT
"If you can catch me, you'll get more than street food!"
The tide rolled in around Anwir's senses, a chill ocean breeze across the beach of his mind. Threads, like strands of seaweed upon the waves, cascaded around him as Anwir focused, honed his mind, truly delved into the magic that lay dormant within him.
There was a footprint. A mental connection to something tangible, something real. Strange was an immensely magical being, exuding it from every pore of his body and soul, but... it was like reading a book in a different language, picking up a fruit that wasn't as ripe as you'd expect. Differences, subtle and yet so glaring.
The threads were different. Slightly, imperceptible to the human eye, but... as Anwir focused, it seemed like he could sense them. Not with sight, smell or sound, but something deeper than that. There was one that stood out from the others. There was a ticking on a magical scale. Like a heartbeat. The others didn't have such an effect.
Strange watched all this with a knowing smile on his face, keeping up his trajectory with the other closes around him. A quick burst of speed and Anwir could catch one of them, but only one. It would have to be the right choice... but Strange had a keen faith in this young man. He had unlimited, untapped potential, and he was going to help him discover what was truly lurking deep in his mind.
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Post by Nomz on Nov 18, 2024 14:33:41 GMT
Slow breath.
Whenever he taps a little more into his magic, Anwir finds himself coming back a bit more knowledgeable- a little more skilled. It is so very similar to training his mind or his body and a part of him instinctively knows not to push himself too far. He follows the ticking and, as his eyes open, that line of seaweed turns into a thin, silver thread that leads to one of the Stranges. Anwir locks eyes on the one he believes to be the true Strange and lets the magical senses fall away from him. He can barely keep both magical effects going at once. Today is not the day he stresses himself past that small but new limit. The thread disappears like mist in the midmorning sun, and Anwir digs deep, pulling on his connection with the cape. Focus. A burst of speed. A hand outstretched, reaching for the ribbon. All he needs is to take it. Anwir tries.
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Post by Beriadan on Nov 19, 2024 22:05:19 GMT
Strange felt the tide of Anwir's magic, watched as the young man focused. He smiled, and as Anwir lunged forward, all of the clones smiled too, before they vanished. The mage's hands closed around the ribbon, and it seemed to draw each Strange back into the original body as if connected by the same length of fabric. Strange raised his hands, grinning.
"You didn't have to second guess yourself. You set your mind on what you wanted, and went for it. No hesitation. That's the foundation of magic."
The ribbon floated out behind Anwir as they flew onward, low over the tall forest canopy. Strange bowed his head to his companion.
"An impressive feat. Of course, if I wanted to beat you in a race, then that would be a different matter, but... I wanted to see what kind of thing you can do. Using your mind's eye is a powerful tool when used properly."
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Post by Nomz on Nov 20, 2024 5:41:21 GMT
Anwir pulls the ribbon close to his face for a moment, really examining it, and then a happy grin spreads across his face. He's listening to Strange, heeding his words even as he feels his entire body turn into nitrogen.
"The foundation of magic boils down to: 'Just do it'," he asks with more than his fair share of enjoyment. If one had told him he would be using his magic to find the correct Dr. Strange in a collection of Stranges, he would have laughed them away. "I kinda like that alot. I still can't believe I have this."
He shakes his head, moving to keep pace with the older mage, still wearing that same stupid smile.
"Thank you, Dr. Strange. I don't know quite how to explain to you that I am super thankful for everything. You didn't need to take the time, but you did. I would like you to know that means something to me. I promise not to let any of this go to my head. Probably."
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Post by Beriadan on Nov 21, 2024 20:14:12 GMT
Strange waved a hand, blasé and cool, though there was a bit of a glint in his eye, some of that ego shining through as they left the trees behind them. More road opened up, and ahead, buildings rose up on the horizon.
"You're a wizard, Anwir. You can do magic, which means you can do anything. Let it go to your head, if it means you can do good with your power. Being humble is one thing, but if you're not willing to show off, then nobody will know what you can do. What you can really do."
Strange's feet touched earth as they landed by the road leading into Kunming. The Sorcerer paused, brushing down his robes absently. He turned to watch Anwir descend and land. Strange grinned, motioning behind him at the city.
"But, you're welcome, anyway. I hope you know it means a lot that you allowed me to teach you a few things. And look, we're here already. Time flies when you're having fun!"
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