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[A few days after he returns to Godsblood, and things have started to settle down, Kim has started to experiment with his new ability that surfaced during the rescue of the new arrivals. For those with their minds open to shard communion, a brief memory will cross their minds.
Kim, standing on a relatively more remote dock in the shipyards, is talking to someone that others might recognize as one of the Greentruth rebels. He hands them a sturdy piece of wood, about the length of a baseball bat, and nods his approval. The rebel, looking a bit uncertain, squeezes their eyes shut before swinging the plank as hard as they can, directly at Kim's head. It seems to make contact, but Kim doesn't so much as flinch as the wood splinters in half. Not a hair on him is out of place.
He then reaches forward, also as tentative as his partner in this bizarre experiment, and flicks his finger against their chest. A ripple of energy seems to diffuse from him, and the rebel flies back as if Kim had punched them with full force, and falls off the dock, into the water.
Once the image fades, Kim's voice takes its place.]
I realize that magic is a bit more mundane for some of our number than others. However, no one else has shown signs of this ability since they arrived here, no?
[Something ripples through the shard that gives the impression of a sigh.]
Unfortunately, this is all rather new for me. Discovering I could manifest my own fire instead of wasting matches was tricky enough. If anyone has any information, I'd greatly appreciate it.
[A pause, and then a pale, gloomy bloom of blue before he speaks again.]
And I hope everyone is doing well. [Doing well considering, is the implication.]
Kim, standing on a relatively more remote dock in the shipyards, is talking to someone that others might recognize as one of the Greentruth rebels. He hands them a sturdy piece of wood, about the length of a baseball bat, and nods his approval. The rebel, looking a bit uncertain, squeezes their eyes shut before swinging the plank as hard as they can, directly at Kim's head. It seems to make contact, but Kim doesn't so much as flinch as the wood splinters in half. Not a hair on him is out of place.
He then reaches forward, also as tentative as his partner in this bizarre experiment, and flicks his finger against their chest. A ripple of energy seems to diffuse from him, and the rebel flies back as if Kim had punched them with full force, and falls off the dock, into the water.
Once the image fades, Kim's voice takes its place.]
I realize that magic is a bit more mundane for some of our number than others. However, no one else has shown signs of this ability since they arrived here, no?
[Something ripples through the shard that gives the impression of a sigh.]
Unfortunately, this is all rather new for me. Discovering I could manifest my own fire instead of wasting matches was tricky enough. If anyone has any information, I'd greatly appreciate it.
[A pause, and then a pale, gloomy bloom of blue before he speaks again.]
And I hope everyone is doing well. [Doing well considering, is the implication.]