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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2014 0:32:02 GMT -5
The one primary use Kylar had for his powers was actually his clothing. Things like that were some of the first things he really used on a day to day basis, particularly after coming to Foresta. Even at that young age, Kylar had a developed sense of style, yet his stash of money would never have been able to support it. Therefore, he only bought a few essential pieces, and would change how they appeared to form a wide variety of outfits. No one seemed to really question if his shirt was real or not, because questions like that were just silly. So Kylar had been getting away with it a long time. Which explained why his costume had turned out so very good. Clothes were one of his primary focuses out of necessity, and he had a lot of experience with them.
As his suit formed, Kylar had to imagine each little thread that went into it, create every button and fold. But once he finished a piece, like his pants, he could tie that massive picture in his min into one thing and still retain the same level of detail. It was like pressing save in his mind, and just holding all those elements stable while he worked on something else. So yeah, adding in wind and random movement was tiring for him, because that was something Kylar couldn’t anchor and had to create whenever it appeared. “Thank you,” he said with a small grin, gladly accepting the praise. He could tell it was flattery, but he knew there was truth to it too. Kylar wasn’t really a humble person either, so he had no trouble being called impressive.
If anything, Kylar stepped even closer to Felix as he passed through the door. It was fun, this game they had going, and there wasn’t hardly anything subtle about it. Kylar too wasn’t interested in anything serious, that wasn’t really his thing right now. But a little fun? That was always welcome. After the gust of air that came from stepping into the building, Kylar dispensed with any wind oriented movements of his costume. Things like movements from his walking, those he could automate fairly simply.
Kylar looked back at Felix and smiled with his sparkly teeth and whispered, “Watch,” as he laid the palm of his hand against the hallway wall. Fractured lines of frost raced from his hand along the walls, forming interesting patterns and delicate little moments all on their own. This was tricky for him and one look in his eyes was enough to tell the serious level of concentration he was at. Eventually, frost covered the entire section of that wall, even approaching the ceiling. And it was beautiful, like frozen lace. “I’d do this whenever I touched things, like a chair or a glass. People seemed to enjoy it,” Kylar commented as he backed away from the wall to admire his work. He couldn’t hold it for long, certainly not covering such a large area. So gradually, along the edges, the frost seemed to melt away, disappearing slowly as Kylar’s mind tired. But the smile still was on his face, and he was pleased. “We should warm up,” he said suddenly, when almost all the frost was gone. “It was really cold out there.” His costume still stayed on, even if he was letting the frost go. He was too proud of it.
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Post by Tempest on Nov 23, 2014 9:46:19 GMT -5
Felix was suitably impressed, within reason. Illusion that complicated wasn't any small feat, to be sure, but there was the matter of stamina. Perhaps he took it for granted when he could turn things on and off without too much energy consumption after the initial enchantment phase. Sure, he occasionally had to go back and recharge some of his most-used things, like the winged jacket he tended to wear most of the time. Frequent use meant the enchantment would attenuate over time and need to be bolstered. A near-miss and a sprained wrist had been his only clue to this fact.
He, of course, only recharged the things /he/ used. Nothing he sold was meant to last forever. It would ruin his business model. He thought of himself like the Apple of the Item Enchantment world. Broken item? Time to upgrade.
Kylar's proximity as he'd passed him in the doorway only made him arch an eyebrow. Was this a dare? Felix had no qualms taking things all the way if this was supposed to be some sort of challenge. However, he somehow doubted Kylar wanted to take things that far.
Or maybe he does and he just doesn't realize it yet?
He inspected the sim-frost and smiled. "What's not to enjoy? This is really good. You had a lot of things to keep track of; no wonder you left early."
Felix himself wasn't feeling too poorly from the chill, but he wasn't going to turn down such a nice invitation. "The dining hall has pretty good coffee. Care to join me? Or were you thinking of a different way to warm up?" He arched an eyebrow suggestively at Kylar, hints of a lascivious smirk playing about his mouth.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2014 20:06:25 GMT -5
“Truthfully, I could’ve kept it up the whole night, if I was smart going about it,” Kylar admitted, admiring the fading vestige of his handiwork. “I didn’t leave because I was tired, my stamina isn’t that weak. I had a hot blonde making eyes at me, and it would’ve been a shame to waste that.” He smiled to himself at the memory, stubbornly refusing to admit what gender that person had been. That was part of the game too. “But thank you all the same. I put in more effort than I had originally planned to. I’m glad it all paid off.” Kylar looked at Felix when he dropped the not so subtle suggestion. And he smiled at it. Good, Felix was turning out to be just as fun as he had hoped. “I don’t drink coffee,” Kylar informed him with an obviously fake regretful sigh. He did actually prefer tea. And that wasn’t just because he was British. “So it looks like we’ll have to do something else then, don’t you think?” He took a very smooth step towards him, a silent dare for Felix to make a move. That was the only way to play this game and make it interesting. It might not be obvious, and he’d taken care to hide it well, but Kylar’s interest was being held. As long as Felix didn’t bore him quickly, going all the way could very easily happen. He didn’t have reservations when it came to that stuff. As long as he was into it, he was game for anything.
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Post by Tempest on Nov 26, 2014 12:18:32 GMT -5
Felix shrugged off the vestiges of the conversation they'd been having without a real response. In terms of effort, he wasn't sure who had done more- investment versus maintenance? Felix had not only crafted his Drowned Man costume, but several others besides. He wasn't going to say anything, though. It was neither here nor there and he had no reason to downplay any effort on Kylar's part.
Felix's faint smile blossomed into a wolfish grin when Kylar stepped closer to him. So the hearsay about Kylar being interested in only the fairer sex might not necessarily be true. Felix wondered if the vibe he was getting was something Kylar had acknowledged or if it was something he was still coming to terms with. Or maybe he was trying to screw with Felix's head. Too bad Felix had no problem with any of these circumstances.
However, making this easy was, by no means, on Felix's agenda. Even if he wanted to get into things now, he had a schedule for this afternoon. Rearranging the social hierarchy through a web of machinations had been his break (the boy he'd yanked down from the upper echelon had not, in fact, been cheating in this instance. Felix just wanted to meddle and maybe help a shy girl attain something she had previously been pining for) and he was well aware that his window of opportunity would come to a close all too soon.
He closed the distance between them, brushing a smooth kiss over the corner of Kylar's mouth. "I'm afraid I'll have to take a rain check. Coffee or tea might have been doable, in-and-out, but anything else would put me severely behind schedule." He stepped back with an impish smile. "Sorry to be such a tease. Next time, perhaps?" With that, he turned on his heel and headed back outside, muttering the words of power to engage the wings of his coat. Without missing a beat, he leaped into the air and was off, banking in a sudden gust of wind.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2014 15:39:14 GMT -5
Kylar’s eyebrows raised slightly at the small kiss pressed just almost to his mouth. But there was no surprise in his expression. Just a sparkling smile and an almost predatory look in his eyes. People never kissed him because they loved him or cared for him or anything like that. People only came to him when they wanted a good time. Felix seemed the type for that. Kylar was only disappointed it wouldn’t be happening anytime soon. “Of course,” he agreed, sliding his hands in his pockets casually. He remained as unruffled as ever. “Perfectly understandable.” Kylar had other places he could be as well. “Perhaps,” he said, with a slight tip to his head. “But don’t expect me to be waiting around for you.” With that, Kylar turned around and left, his costume fading away into just normal specks of light. He didn’t look back, and didn’t see Felix’s dramatic exit. He was fun and interesting while it had lasted, and Kylar certainly wouldn’t object to more, but he meant what he said. Kylar didn’t wait around for people. People waited for him. Should their paths cross at a more favorable time, perhaps. He would look forward to that happening. But he was hardly about to go and seek it out. He was a strong person. He could amuse himself in the meantime.
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