Moonlight drips through the shattered roof of the small pilgrimage chapel. Pooling over broken debris and dried blood.
Melissa sits cross legged on the cracked altar, a notebook open on her lap and in one hand she holds an awakening stone. It was like dark glass, shining with the faint radiance of moonlight. It lies cool in her hand. “I'm not sure what stone you are.” she says to it “but its time to find out what destiny you hold for me” closing her eyes she concentrates and feeds her mana in to the ritual of awakening she drawn on the altar. The stone melts in to her hand, vanishes in to her soul and she feels the change. The air hums faintly, resonance lingering like a ghost that refusing to leave. Her aura changes, getting an eerie mourning quality, without actual sound. Like background noise in a horror movie.
Her eyes still closed she explores the feeling, meditates on it as she grabs her pen. Opening her eyes she turns the pages of her essence power book to the part she left open for her banshee ability's and starts writing
Ability: Dirge of the Echoing Void (banshee)
(Sound ? Aura ? Debilitation)
Base cost: None
Current rank: Iron
Cooldown: None
Iron, Discordant Chorus: I released a inaudible hum, soft, yet it warps the world around me. Enemies faltered, heads twitching, ears straining at phantom tones. Their hearts lose rhythm, suffering from Discordant the longer they listen. It is not pain... yet, just unease. But it lingers like a wrong note that refuses to resolve.
It feels wrong to write Iron instead of Category 1. but Alexander assured her the old category terms are on the back foot and will be obsolete in a couple of month. It outright pains her to cross out the category term from all her older notes.
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She closes her eyes again. Breathing in and out. The air vibrating with each breath around her. Her aura expands, an inaudible dirge that changes the atmosphere of the world itself
She smiles, Tired but real
Discordant, affliction: its an ailment of sound and mind, while it piles up, it amplifies sound and necrotic damage, while also tricking the mind of those afflicted. There tone does not resonate, it staggers.
She writes in her notebook. As she hears the sound of heavy boots on gravel and tenses “damn Melissa. That aura is heavy.” Alexander steps through the broken wooden door, his weight letting the wood beneath his feet splinter. Now that she had a better look at the tall man she cant stop thinking, that he looks a bit like those two old Italian movie stars, that her older brother liked so much, had a child together. Bud Spencer and... Terence Hill? Yes those two. the stature and beard of Bud Spencer and the blond hair and annoying charm of Terence Hill “i don't think you get rid of the creepy goth vibe anytime soon now” he chuckles and she feels a smile tugging on her lips “at least someone is listening to me now” she answers. “yea... now they have no other choice” his smile has something warm. As if he knows that that is important
“you should not sneak up on people by the way” she accuses “and miss the face you make when you pretend to be serene? Never!” she gives him a flat look and he answers it with a cheerful grin and a shrug. sitting down on a cracked pew that creaks under is weight he spots her notebook “so you really write this stuff down? Sound flows like water in the wind” he says mock serious “Should I start my own journal about cleaving things? Cleave it hard. If it still moves... Cleave it harder” Melissa gives him a deadpan look “sounds like an advanced curriculum for you” he bursts out laughing. A bright, unrestrained sound that fills the ruin. For a moment it is almost like it drives away the shadows.
Melissa shifts, pulling her knees to her chest “how do you do that?” she asks “What, talk too much? Its a talent” he answers and she shakes her head “laugh... after all that” he quiets down and leans back, staring though the hole in the ceiling watching the stars in the night sky. “because if I stop... I start thinking. And I'm terrible at that” he looks at her “besides, someone needs to balance out your doom and gloom routine” she huffs, almost laughing herself. She watches him... no... feels him. Her aura moves and he smiles. “not bad for a fresh aura power.” he says “let me show you the basics.” he starts to concentrate “there are basically three things you can do with an aura” he starts his explanation the same way he learned it from miss Hurin in Australia “projecting, restraining and aura suppression”
They sit there as the night moves past, their auras interacting as he teaches and she learns
