If he was completely honest he would say he didn't come here to learn or really show off. He had shown up for the information and mostly the social aspect of having a lot of like minded individuals all in the same room. He had a spent the better part of his first month in the carnival distracted either by learning the area or being caught up in the manor.
Anyone that had seen the entrance to his performance as a Magician will already be aware of his ability to walk on air. He's not exactly floating as much as he is just standing on it as if it was solid under his feet. Occasionally he'll be merely a foot off the ground or high up to get a better look at everyone else showing off their magic. Even when he eats the finger foods here and there he'll perch himself someone off the ground to lounge about. He could flaunt his own powers but more than half of them were rather dangerous inside and just as destructive outside. Last thing he needs is to accidentally destroy something.
Yet the moments he feels like showing off more his hand will extend, palm up, outwards with a wide grin, "Go on. Take my hand." It's a smooth tone with all the deception in the world. Good luck because the moment anyone touches his hand they'll find they can't make contact with it at all. Also, it might feel a bit tingly.
[That Tentacle Problem]
It was all Mari's fault. Ever since he had the first hand experience of watching Mari turn Sans' tail into a tentacle there were rare moments that whenever he thought about it, combined with how useless having one might be, an odd sensation would start nagging at his back. The first time a tentacle had manifested Tyki had honestly no idea what its purpose was. Ever since his arrival within the carnival changes had started forming in his body but these tentacles never stayed around for long.
It's only within these group of magic users does he eventually come down from the air and picks a comfortable spot on the ground. He had the idea of going to Strange or Childermass, the only two magicians he really knows, at first for advice but after the proposal of a magic club there was perhaps someone else with more expertise in summoning. With eyes closed and an open mind he focuses on the image of them, letting his own Dark Matter and energy flow through him towards his back. It's not long that two large tentacles start stretching outwards into the air. Black and grey, scaled with the edges of spines extending outwards instead of suckers, they flesh out nicely. It's only when one of them suddenly latches onto one of his small manticore wings and jerks it does he break his concentration.
There's a pained noise and a jerk of his hand in its direction, "Oi, knock it off." He can't exactly control them on his own.
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If he was completely honest he would say he didn't come here to learn or really show off. He had shown up for the information and mostly the social aspect of having a lot of like minded individuals all in the same room. He had a spent the better part of his first month in the carnival distracted either by learning the area or being caught up in the manor.
Anyone that had seen the entrance to his performance as a Magician will already be aware of his ability to walk on air. He's not exactly floating as much as he is just standing on it as if it was solid under his feet. Occasionally he'll be merely a foot off the ground or high up to get a better look at everyone else showing off their magic. Even when he eats the finger foods here and there he'll perch himself someone off the ground to lounge about. He could flaunt his own powers but more than half of them were rather dangerous inside and just as destructive outside. Last thing he needs is to accidentally destroy something.
Yet the moments he feels like showing off more his hand will extend, palm up, outwards with a wide grin, "Go on. Take my hand." It's a smooth tone with all the deception in the world. Good luck because the moment anyone touches his hand they'll find they can't make contact with it at all. Also, it might feel a bit tingly.
[That Tentacle Problem]
It was all Mari's fault. Ever since he had the first hand experience of watching Mari turn Sans' tail into a tentacle there were rare moments that whenever he thought about it, combined with how useless having one might be, an odd sensation would start nagging at his back. The first time a tentacle had manifested Tyki had honestly no idea what its purpose was. Ever since his arrival within the carnival changes had started forming in his body but these tentacles never stayed around for long.
It's only within these group of magic users does he eventually come down from the air and picks a comfortable spot on the ground. He had the idea of going to Strange or Childermass, the only two magicians he really knows, at first for advice but after the proposal of a magic club there was perhaps someone else with more expertise in summoning. With eyes closed and an open mind he focuses on the image of them, letting his own Dark Matter and energy flow through him towards his back. It's not long that two large tentacles start stretching outwards into the air. Black and grey, scaled with the edges of spines extending outwards instead of suckers, they flesh out nicely. It's only when one of them suddenly latches onto one of his small manticore wings and jerks it does he break his concentration.
There's a pained noise and a jerk of his hand in its direction, "Oi, knock it off." He can't exactly control them on his own.