Exile on Main Street

[Huitzil]

Paul shrugs and repeats the process again, this time with the "volume level" at about a stage whisper, rather than a normal whisper.

(Using my TK again, trying 20 STR to push him)

[Brian]

The shield flashes yellow when Paul pushes against it (though, more brightly this time around), and the 'anchoring' sensation is more solid.  Other than that, Dracos's message is dropped like a bad habit.

[Bjorn]

"Whenever you're ready, Drac," Bjorn says, watching the light show.

[Huitzil]

"Do it quick, I can't keep it up..."

[Dracos]

"Already did.  Didn't get through as far as I can feel."

Dracos

[Bjorn]

Bjorn nods, and then abruptly stops imagining the shield about him, while Paul is still "pushing" at him.

[Brian]

Bjorn: You imagine this.  For a brief instant, only a fraction of a second, really, you feel a sensation like some giant form-fitting fist has grabbed you, and pushes you back, but before you can even think of stopping it, it stops on its own, and your bracelet flares blue.  There is no more visible shield, but the pressure is stopped regardless.  You still can't sense anything from Dracos, and you don't feel like you're rooted.  You just feel like you're standing there with a glowing blue bracelet while Paul makes faces at you (and boy does he look tired from making these faces) and Dracos thinks at you.

Huitzil:  For a single moment it feels like the shield is gone, and you're able to push at Bjorn, but that moment is quickly interrupted, and everything feels the same as it did before.  Tons of effort, no effect.

Dracos:  The glow from that iron bracelet seems to actually be repulsing the yellow lines of force....

[Dracos]

"How are you holding up Bjorn?"

Dracos

[Huitzil]

Paul stops pushing, giving out another exhausted yawn. "I think I got you for a second, but then it just stopped working again.

"Anyway, I think that's enough for me for right now. I'm gonna go take a nap, unless you guys have something better for me to do."

[Bjorn]

"You can go ahead, if you want.  Now, this is weird," Bjorn says, slowly.  "Notice the shield is gone?" He waves his hand at the empty space around him.  "Before, I was actively trying to protect myself.  It worked, but I was," he gropes for a word, "rooted.  I couldn't move my feet while Paul was pushing at me.  But then I dropped the shield, and it's like this," he waves the bracelet, "took over.  Still couldnt feel Paul pushing at me, but I could move my feet."

He shakes his head.  "It's like the bracelet does the same things I can, but... better, really."

[Dracos]

"That's what I saw as well.  The bracelet was protecting you.  Probably intrinsically magic.  Hmm, can you hold it up for a sec?"  Dracos heads closer, "I'd like to try seeing what I can see directly on the bracelet."

If Bjorn complies Dracos tries to focus his sight on the Bracelet, concentrating very thoroughly on it.

Dracos

[Bjorn]

Looking down at his wrist, where the bracelet is very clearly exposed, Bjorn shrugs, and then holds his arm out for closer inspection.  

For that matter, he suddenly realizes, he's never really taken a close look at it himself, not since he first got it four years ago.  He studies it closely.

[Brian]

Bjorn:  The bracelet has dozens of links, each composed of a small section of wire.  The wire has been twisted into two loops, though the length of the loop has the wire wrapped around itself, rather like a tiny metal noose with a loop at each end.  It's glowing blue, and made of silver.

Dracos:  The bracelet has dozens of links, each composed of a small section of wire.  The wire has been twisted into two loops, though the length of the loop has the wire wrapped around itself, rather like a tiny metal noose with a loop at each end.  It's emitting spikes of bright blue light that cut apart the incoming yellow tendrils of force from Paul (or did, before he stopped) and made of iron.

[Dracos]

"Hmm, Hey Bjorn, how knowledgable are you on old Fae legends.  The English variety of them?"

Dracos

[Bjorn]

Bjorn looks at the sky, lips pursed in consideration.  "Vaguely, I guess.  Never made particular study of 'em, but you pick up a lot in reading.  Why?"