Exile on Main Street

[Dracos]

"Not exactly my specialty either but...  to my eyes that bracelet is made of iron.  As I recall, in the English mythology of faries and 'fae magics', cold iron was death to them.  Perhaps those tales weren't entirely fabrication.  It could be specially treated iron is capable of providing a shield against well, magic.  I'd suggest that that bracelet is made of that type of iron."

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[Bjorn]

"Well," Bjorn drawls, "the biggest problem with that is that the bracelet is made of silver, not iron.  Not to mention the fact that I'm pretty sure Paul isn't a fairy."

[Dracos]

"To your eyes.  To mine, it appears iron.  Not to be rude or anything, but given the last few days, I think in this regard my eyes are probably more accurate.  I'd suggest it's an illusion to hide it's real purpose."

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[Bjorn]

Bjorn shrugs as if to concede the point, but it's pretty clear that he doesn't really believe Dracos.  "Anyways, silver or iron, it doesn't really get at the key questions.  Like, how much of what I can do is me, and how much is the bracelet?  And exactly how much can I do?  And if the bracelet and I do the same thing in different ways, which is the stronger?"

Shaking his head dismissively, he starts to roll his shoulders as if to work out kinks.  "Anyways, this is pretty much all I think we can do, at least without access to more people with powers.  Unless there's something else you wanted to do, I heard somebody stomping around pretty fucking unhappily.  We should go check out what's up."

[Dracos]

"I'd suggest that the shield is you but the bracelet is something else.  It's two different visible effect.  The shield is more like...how to say, a holy circle.  Evil cannot enter there.  It's not disrupted, it just is displaced as far as I can see.  The bracelet alone is entirely different.  It actually cuts apart the magic to my eyes, destroying it.  In practice they might both work similarly, but they aren't really similar at all.  I'd suggest that while something of great power might punch through your shield, it likely would be frayed apart by the bracelet.  Anyhow, I'd like your help in practicing my own powers and their capabilities if you don't mind."

Dracos glanced back at the house, "And that's Rez.  Only one of us here swears with an australian accent.  And knowing him it's no use trying to figure out why he's angry until he gets it out of his system.  I'll see about him later when he does.  Until then he'd only get more worked up."

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[Bjorn]

Bjorn shrugs again, but keeps his opinions -- whatever they might be -- to himself, other than to offer.  "Frankly, the best I can hope for is I never have to find out.

"Anyways, if you're sure Rez is okay, then what did you want to work on?"

[Dracos]

"You can block telepaths correct?  That naturally means there is a good possibility other people can as well.  Therefore..."

Dracos sits down crossing his legs, "I'd like you to box me off and I'd like to try and get through.  At the worst, I'll be better prepared if suddenly I can't, at the best I'll figure out a way through."

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[Bjorn]

Eyeing Dracos with amusement, Bjorn replies, "Okay, easy enough.  But you know, we can do that indoors.  Telepathy isn't likely to blow holes in walls, or set the carpet on fire.  Why don't we do this sitting at a kitchen table, so that I can watch TV and have a drink while you drive yourself crazy?"

[Dracos]

"Mkay..."  Dracos stands up, opening the door, "After ye."

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[Bjorn]

Leading the way back into the kitchen, Bjorn grabs a root beer from the fridge and plops down in a chair, leaning back until a faint creak sounds and he drops the chair back to rest on all fours, looking slightly embarrassed.  

Leaning both arms on the table, he cocks an eyebrow at Dracos.  "Are you sure you want to start with trying to punch through my shield?  To be honest, I've seen your writing, and it looks like a sloppy first-grader's.  You might want to work on developing some skill just at the basics before you try anything more complicated."

[Dracos]

"I thrive from pressure."  Dracos smiles, sitting down nearby on the floor and and closing his eyes slightly.  "Tell me when you are ready."

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[Bjorn]

Out of curiousity, Bjorn traps Dracos in his mindboard (casually sticking his left hand below the table, so that the glow won't tip him off) and says nothing, waiting to see if Dracos will notice.

[Brian]

Dracos:  You feel (strangely) as if someone has just reached out and clamped a big hand over your mind, numbing it and muffling the outside world from you.  While new to the power of telepathy, this is rather unsettling initially, as you had adjusted to the mental freedom you previously enjoyed.

It causes a somewhat claustrophobic sensation, really.

[Dracos]

Dracos smiles, "I see you are ready.  It is an interesting sensation.  Hmm..."

Dracos begins by lightly feeling around the mental 'wall/block' around him, trying to slip around it as subtly as he's able.  When/if this fails, he attempts to penetrate it by imagining a thought as a paper thin sliver with hello on it, blasting towards the wall.  Provided that fails, Dracos rests a second and then proceeds to just try to obliterate it by sheer force of will.  If one was to take a mental picture of the event, it might look a little like this:



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[Brian]

Dracos:  You find it's easy to actually make yourself tired by thinking too hard.