lostcarnival | let's get down to business

Who: Nightrunners and whoever wants to make use of the training yard for whatever reason.
When: S2 D1-D5
Where: The Training Yard
What: Training, or pointing and laughing at people training.
Warnings: Explosions and swearing, probably.

Though it's never really been off-limits, once they're down off the moon, Lambert wastes little time informing the nightrunners he officially expects them to get back to training and getting in shape. They can make ample use of the training yard facilities to learn how to work with each other after their extended vacation, or just get to know their newer coworkers in an environment closer to what their actual working conditions will actually be like.

The yard, as usual, isn't limited solely to nightrunners. Anyone who wants to work on their physical or magical skills are welcome, as well as anyone from the other departments who have anything they might want to test out that requires a combatant, for some reason.

Lambert's generally a constant presence at the fringes, sometimes participating in exercise or sparring himself, but mostly just watching and making sure no one's about to put someone's eye out or break the equipment, because that would be bad for obvious reasons.

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He's up on his feet for a reason as he takes a few more steps to the side until his feet touch air and he can reach down to pluck another sandwich. He's keeping himself away from Strange to give him space and keep him out of harms way.

"I had to ask to get all of those pieces filled in. Despite my eagerness to assist and all of my efforts to be careful, I still left my room. It doesn't matter my intentions but you know that story already." He had talked about it at the hot springs when he was sick.

"I don't want to be a danger to him even by word of mouth." Because he was a danger and with his arm extending outwards Strange will start to notice the swirling energy around his arm starting to manifest into a brighter color. It's alarmingly quick the way his Dark Matter, bright purple and coursing, surges around his arm to his fingertips. He can watch as that sandwich tears itself apart in his hands, plastic and all until it is nothing, "Had I not been stopped as quick as I had been things might've turned out for the worse. I understand he has a lot on his plate."

The hell is that? Strange frowns as Tyki's Dark Matter starts up, swirling around his hand. Though he notices the sandwich vanishing into nothing, Strange is much more interested in the coursing matter itself, as if staring at it will help Strange figure out just what the hell it is.

"Is that something you've picked up here or something you've always had?" It doesn't look familiar or like the magic of any of the various worlds they've been to. Which makes Strange think that Tyki's always had this...but why would he keep something like this a secret? Yes it's dangerous, but surely this purple whatever it is could be put to use as well.

He's been hiding his Dark Matter for a while now because that was the source of everything. Tyki didn't like to show all his cards at once but despite his tease he did trust Strange. He doesn't care if he was 'good or bad' because that was something that didn't matter to him.

"It is the source of my magic," he responds to Strange in the best way he knows how or more so in a way he can understand. He's sure Strange can feel how alive it is and how much energy was just coursing naturally now that he had brought it out into the open. It was pure energy given life from his Noah.

He can feel it. That thing felt powerful, enticing, and dangerous all at once. And then, despite his wondering earlier, Strange realizes the obvious. No wonder Tyki kept it hidden. Strange can't help but think back to the peninsula: once people knew what he could do, then he was expected to do it, time and time again. For someone as disinclined to do anything as Tyki at times was, it only made sense that he would keep the nature of this power secret.

"It's impressive," he can't help but admit, as he still watches the Dark Matter. "Does it take a lot of power or concentration to hide it like that or is this something you can easily do?"

He won't let Strange touch it even if he asks unless he was absolutely sure it wouldn't hurt him. Dark Matter was no joke to humans and while he was sure it wouldn't transmit the akuma virus given he was pure Noah he's being careful. Tyki would rather not have obligations in a place where he already got in trouble once.

"It's something I can easily do. It is my magic and it is what courses through me. It influences all my actions and even the manifestation of my tentacle spell. I have not had a chance to really burn it for hours as I did at home but so far it doesn't seem to cost me heavily if I use it for extended periods of time."

"But what if you don't use it for extended periods of time. For lack of a better term, can it get rusty?"

Given the chance, Strange is just going to ask so many invasive questions about Tyki's dark matter. It's interesting, he's interested, it's some new sort of power that he doesn't know much about that fuels Tyki's magic, of course he's going to try and get Tyki to explain the ins and outs of it. And, given the fact that Strange has a calculating look on his face, it's blatantly obvious to Tyki that Strange is just going to ask him so many more questions.

"No. It is apart of me. It fuels my strength, my speed, and everything about me. I could become lazy but I am almost always using it."

Because his Power to Choose was always passive. He had to choose to touch something otherwise he would touch nothing. Subconsciously he always touched the ground when he walked or the air when he moved through it. Besides, he was use to this kind of thing with Strange. As he had said before Strange had a huge passion for magic and knowledge. Ask away, Strange. He's sharing.

"Also, no. You cannot touch it. I would rather you not."

"Considering how quickly it devoured that sandwich, I'd rather not touch it either." That thing tore a sandwich to bits, it'll probably maul his fingers something fast.

"Is it always that ravenous when you summon it that way? Is there a way to summon the source and have it be more sedate?"

Knowing next to nothing about the source of Tyki's magic, Strange is treating the dark matter like it's something interesting and unexpected, more of a power granted by the carnival than a magic. After all, none of the people he knew had magic that was so visual.

"I was hoping what rational thought you usually don't present out in the open would be used in this case. Still, I wanted to warn you." It's good to know that in intense moments Strange might actually think even if he had no tact.

He has to think considering the word ravenous was almost too perfect of a word. His fingers curl upwards until the magic starts to drift away from his full arm and towards his hand. It isolates itself to his palm where it rises off his skin. Strange may notice the way it changes color to a dark and inky purple instead of that bright intense light he saw moments ago. Even his skin is wrapped a very thin layer of of the same color with tendrils that look similar to his tentacles snaking up his arm. It's a perfect sphere floating above with gentle light cascading off of it, "If I contain it, sort of."

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