let's get down to business

[whattaprick]

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.

[ ooc; this is an open log, so bring your own toplevel! ]

Comments

[prazerbutterfly]

"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."

[kingsroads]

"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.

[prazerbutterfly]

"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."