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Post by Brisk on Jul 13, 2016 5:49:01 GMT
[DOJO, WEIGHTS, 9,004] The seven year old's mind was swelling with adrenaline. Not only had he just tried to chop down the tree of might, he also realized that it wasn't the tree of might after all, it was a friend! But even beyond that, what truly had the child's heart pounding was the fact that he was currently tearing through the atmosphere at breakneck speeds alongside the arcosian Empress, his MOTHER, who was about to TRAIN HIM!!! Brisk was practically shaking with excitement. The strongest arcosian in the whole universe was going to show him how to transform! Grinning, the boy imagined himself with incredible new power, able to defeat any enemy and stand alongside his mother as the strongest ever! Side by side, the teal and magenta space lizards rocketed out of earth's atmosphere, headed towards the planet's smaller white cousin. Roaring towards the moon, Brisk couldn't help but start asking questions. "Is it hard to learn how to transform? Am I gonna get bigger? Can I do it whenever I want? Can YOU transform? How many transformations are there? What if—" The little boy had to physically put both hands over his mouth to shut himself up. He shouldn't ask so many questions!!! Ms Empress Wyntre would teach him everything he ever needed to know ever. Brisk broke into a grin and gracefully pranced through the air as the circled around the backside of the moon to where Wyntre's massive chrome ship, the Valiance, was located. The boy practically scampered through the airlock and bolted towards the training room, pausing every few seconds impatiently to make sure Wyntre was following behind. The child could definitely have been described as overly eager. Wyntre Cold
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jul 15, 2016 2:48:36 GMT
The child was acting erratically. One thing consistent about him, of course, was that he was brumbling over with so much excitement that I had to make a new word, 'brumbling', to describe it.
Adversely, Wyntre was quite calm. Very calm. Too calm. She was as still as a pond that was very much still, despite the whole being multiple times as fast as the speed of sound thing. She was thinking about a great many things, some of which not entirely relevant, at speeds the denizens below couldn't fathom. Why? It was mostly because the denizens below were idiots.
The Moon, they called it. Hah! Of all moons, they labelled their largest as the only one. 'The Sun' referred only to theirs, 'The Solar System' referred only to theirs! If you aren't convinced that the natives of earth are egocentric, you needn't be told as you only have to look at one of their interstellar maps, assuming they figure out how to make them in time.
"It depends, yes, yes, not anymore, three." She answered promptly, taking in mind that she had said, or, rather, had implied that there were three transformations because the True Form was no transformation, because the Mastery of the True was just that, a Mastery, and because the mysterious Royal Form may not even be possible for him, assuming it was called the Royal Form for a reason. She didn't know of a power beyond that.
They made their way to the dark side of the moon where the Valiance had been left. It was a wonder that Earth's military hadn't tried to steal it or something equally immature. Administrator Azure was likely aware both of it and who it had brought, which was good. The two made their way to the training room, one much happier about it than the other. Brisk raced about as she walked in the way that she was known to walk in. At one point, they made it.
"Now, Brisk, this won't happen naturally. In many ways, it simply is not natural. It won't happen magically, either, you will have to force the transformation. I don't think you'll respond well to hypnotherapy so we'll have to do this the hard way… listen to everything I say and do as directed. Do you understand?"
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Post by Brisk on Jul 31, 2016 4:51:59 GMT
Brisk actually bolted through the doorway into the training room so quickly that he was unable to halt his momentum, flying straight forwards into one of the rooms dome shaped walls. The boy's crystal dome bounced off of the thick steel with a clang, and he almost began to wail in pain, but stopped himself halfway through letting out a cry of pain. Stumbling backwards a few feet before falling flat on his butt, Brisk stifled a few tears before clearing his throat and standing straight up as if nothing had ever happened. Turning around to face the Empress, the child wiped his eyes and hoped she hadnt seen any of his embarrassment.
The Empress wanted to teach him how to bring honor to the planet that was destroyed by the tree of might, their home planet. Brisk had previously been oblivious to the idea of factional loyalty, racial loyalty, or even the concept of kinship. But everything changed when he met his mother and she confided the fate of the arcosian race in him. Suddenly, he had a desire to do his species well.
Not only that, but his mother's desire to teach him fulfilled a deep desire buried inside of him; he had always sought powerful role models to base himself off of, and the Empress was clearly the most powerful arcosian to ever live, and probably the most powerful being in existence. Not only had she agreed to teach him, but she was going to teach him how to transform!
Although Brisk had always denied it, he had always wished he knew how to transform. Brisk usually got by on the excuse that he was a child, but the truth was even arcosians as young as him should have learned how to transform by his age. In the eyes of his peers, he was a runt and a failure by nature, and he had been living with that fact since before he could even realize how far behind he was the other children.
It wasn't that he was weaker than other arcosians that prevented him from transforming, or even a lack of natural aptitude for transformation. In the end, the thing that stood in young Brisk's way the most was his rebellious streak, and it was that same rebellious streak that led him to run away from Arcose and begin hopping the cosmos.
It seemed like Wyntre wanted to get right to business. Brisk had forgotten all about his injury, and was in a slightly poised stance, standing literally the size of a toddler before the Empress. He was determined.
Brisk nodded as his mother warned him that the transformations wouldn't occur naturally, and that he would have to work very hard to achieve them. He was ready to do whatever it took at this point; all of the subconcious tension over the topic of transformation in his life had reached a boiling point. The boy was actually physically sweating as the Empress sternly demanded his absolute attention.
"Yes Ma'am."
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Aug 4, 2016 22:13:45 GMT
When Wyntre wasn't partaking in events, or at least being responsible for them, she was an observer. Observers, as the name might imply, observe. She had observed Brisk's accident take place, and she had seen the tear-shaped repercussion as clear as the wind of a fine day. She had seen, but she did not act on it. Growing up is not a team-effort.
All Arcosians were capable of attaining suppressive forms, this was a fact of nature. If you could not attain these forms, then you were hardly an Arcosian at all. Wyntre herself had used them quite often, just about all the time, actually, and had only recently learnt how to master her True Form, an accomplishment she knew very few accomplished. There is something beyond, however. The facts were practically shouting it to her, the belief was firm and palpable, she just didn't know how. If I ever encounter Zucceta again, a greater form would likely be necessary. She compared mastered the True Form with attaining the one above, but couldn't find any potential parallels.
There they were, teacher and student, yet both had much to learn. Wyntre normally didn't consider herself a teacher and there wasn't an awful lot left to learn. She simply was. She taught by example by being a leader, she induced learning with educational systems, yet she had never called herself either. This was a great stride for the both of them.
"Calm down. Relax, yet stand straight. Do not fall asleep. Close your eyes." They were orders, technically, but they were spoken with kindness. A hard kindness. "This will be easier if you are taught to suppress your Power Level first. Are you able to suppress your Power Level, Brisk? Answer quietly. I may have to teach you that first."
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Post by Brisk on Aug 5, 2016 1:02:45 GMT
Brisk loosened his stance as the Empress began to speak to him with a soothing but stern tone. A tone that was both gentle, and to be heeded; this was the tone of a mother. A warm feeling washed down Brisk's spine, as if a long buried instinct had been tapped into. He obeyed.
"Calm down-" Brisk tried to loosen up, and wiped the sweat that had formed off of his forehead. "Relax, yet stand straight." The boy took deep cool breaths from his stomach, slowly, but steadily as he maintained a solid foundation. No muscles in his body were clenched, yet he stood straight up, his palms open as he quietly inhaled... and exhaled. "Do not fall asleep. Close your eyes." The Empress' voice was so soothing to the child that he found it hard not to feel safe, but he was hardly at risk of falling asleep. His whole life had been building up this moment. Tension returned to his body as his young brain thought more and more about the task ahead, but he quickly dispelled it once more with breathing.
His mother asked him if he learned to suppress his power level. He tried to think about it for a second. He knew his power level... Or he used to. When he was travelling through the galaxy as a stow away on space ships, he had a lot of fun putting on stolen scouters every once in a while, and watching his own reading tick steadily up. But it had been quite a while since he had touched a scouter. The last time had been when he first touched down on earth.
He knew that some people could change the power level that the scouter displayed, but he was never able to do so. He had heard strong fighters talk about 'suppressing' their power often enough that his typically scatterbrained mind could make the connection; pressure seemed to work well on his psyche.
Brisk shook his head no gently, his eyes still closed, before remembering that she had told him to answer quietly. For some reason, he felt the desire to do exactly as she said, and replied in a near whisper, "I don't know how."
Usually, revealing a lack of skill in himself would make the arrogant boy feel weak, but he felt at home here in this foreign ship with his mother. He had nothing to prove to her, besides a willingness to give it his all.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Aug 7, 2016 22:33:34 GMT
Wyntre gave off a genuine smile. If Brisk's eyes were open, he would have been one of the few lifeforms to observe such a spectacle.
"That is fine." She spoke with the same tone; it was spoken like an order, only calmer… and more welcoming. "I will teach you."
"There are innumerable advantages to suppressing your power. Your enemies will underestimate you if they're lucky enough to know that you are within their vicinity in the first place. An arrogant foe will dismiss you, a fool will let you strike freely. If mastered, your Power Level shown might too be your Power Level in effect. There are innumerable advantages, I am sure that you will find some more out for yourself."
She remembered with great clarity the time when she first learnt her suppressive forms. They came at an unnaturally young age, an event which prompted her Father's Medical Advisor (which is just a way of saying his doctor without implying that he needed one) to say that she was going to be either a great scourge or a great savior. In her rule so far, arguably, Wyntre has found that she had been both. Just as her 'suppressional awakening', as some would call it, had been early, Brisk's had been late. Very late. Too late, some might say; she wasn't entirely sure that suppression was possible at this stage in development.
"The Arcosian body, much like that of the majority of multicellular life, runs like a machine. The Arcosian body in particular, however, is engineered very well, has a multitude of functions, is very durable, has many portions capable of working independently if severed and is capable, on a microscopic level, of transformation. However, we are not gods, merely machines made flesh. In the prehistoric scramble of mechanical self-improvement, trial, error and natural selection, the Arcosian Machine has been granted an awful lot of big buttons, switches and foreboding flickering lights in the cockpit that we call the subconscious. Can you picture yourself in the captain's seat, Captain Brisk? I want you to go to the door and dimmer the lights."
Holy mother of Brench she hoped this worked.
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Post by Brisk on Aug 28, 2016 22:06:11 GMT
Brisk, with his eyes still closed, listened intently to the warm tone of the elder arcosian. A sense of relief washed over him as the former Empress reassured him and told him she would teach him everything he needed to know. The boy nodded slightly, still trying to stay poised but relaxed.
The child stood straight and focused his oft-wandering on listening to what the Empress was saying; standing still with his eyes closed for long periods of time usually caused him to get antsy or become distracted by his thoughts.
Brisk was shy to the concept of power suppression at first. Why would he ever want to be LESS strong? Wasn't the whole point to be MORE stronger? But as the Empress went on, he began to understand. His enemies already underestimated him just because he was a child, and if he could trick them into thinking he was even weaker, there would be lots of chances for him to make big amazing awesome reveals of his true strength and beat up the bad guys! Plus he could sneak into places better, which was one of his favorite parts of being a space pirate- well, space CAPTAIN now.
Brisk continued listening as the Empress detailed the arcosian biology. While the information she was prattling off may be familiar to the average graduate from any arcosian primary school, Brisk had deprived himself of most of his basic education. The bio-machinery his mother spoke about was completely unfamiliar to the boy, and he listened with intent to remember every word she spoke.
After being immersed in Wyntre's metaphorical description of the subconscious, Brisk's imagination was already going wild. When she described him as the captain of the ship, his heart began beating fast, threatening to break his serene state of mental malleability, but he soon regained his calm.
The interior of the S.S. Brisk was pearly white, just like him. The seats were furnished with furry fluffy cushions; Control panels lined the walls, and the nearly 360 degree windows revealed deep, surely unexplored space for billions of lightyears in every direction. In the middle of it all was a massive levitating captains seat, with none other than space captain Brisk seated heroically in it. He was wearing an eye patch.
As the Empress continued talking, Brisk became more involved in his imagination world. He stood up and floated over to the doorway, and with a press of a button, the lights began to dim in the cockpit.
Warm shivers ran down the boy's spine like water.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Sept 5, 2016 22:17:09 GMT
It was going well. It was going very well, actually, but that wasn't saying much as 'not going well' was what it would be if Brisk were to, say, explode. That wouldn't be very good at all.
Wyntre wasn't exactly sure if it was possible for such a method to work, yet alone if it would. As her father, Vetur, had once told her… her father didn't speak to her much, actually. They hardly knew each other. What her father would have once told her, hypothetically, if he were the type to tell her anything, was that 'metaphors are as powerful as the hind legs of an ox'… although, actually, knowing her father, he'd have actually said something along the lines of 'metaphors are what come out from the behind of an ox'. Vetur wasn't a very good role model for anyone of poetic merit.
Did it work? She wasn't sure if she should have been expecting it to. Wyntre, despite being knowledgable in many fields (many of which with negligible practicality), was neither a child psychologist nor a transformologist. It was at these points when she regretted not researching these fields instead of, say, memorizing how to never lose four-dimensional nine-board misère tic-tac-toe. She had never, not once, found an application for that.
Did it work, though? Did the improbable force itself upon the stage of actuality? Did the Captain dim the lights on his own power?
"Requesting status report, over."
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Post by Brisk on Oct 4, 2016 15:56:49 GMT
Brisk's entire body seemed to become ice cold as his energy dropped dismally, pausing for a moment on the brink of zero, before fluctuating back up to manageable but suppressed levels. A gentle but enveloping feeling wrapped around his neck and body as if he were about to pass out, but the boy stood his ground, maintaing the settled but poised stance as he had been instructed.
The boy's imaginary cockpit was pleasantly dim. Brisk stood inside, in a dreamlike state as the metaphor began to ooze into an impressionistic lull. Focusing himself once more, Brisk kept his hold on his life force, and walked over to the captain's chair.
Back in reality, the child's readiness to move forward manifested in a quiet whisper. "It's... Dark."
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Feb 14, 2017 7:45:43 GMT
"These lights are the power you display. They are indicative of the power they receive from the engine. The engine is slowing down, slowly sending power to the ship. Can you pilot a spaceship without any energy? You can't do something without the energy to do it, but do it anyway. You should find yourself with no energy to turn on the lights, but turn the lights on anyway. Slowly."
Her fingers moved up to his head. If he were doing this properly, he wouldn't have noticed. She crept up into her mind, too. If he were doing as he was told, he wouldn't have put up a defense. If allowed, she would enter his visualization of himself. "You're doing well, Captain. If you truly have control of your body, only the latent energy sent to power the cannons, lights, door and life-support systems with minimal need for the engine. The engine shall become the last resort, a source of power only to be accessed when needed. Or," she said, motioning to herself, "--At all times, if mastered."
And then, to help, she would begin to telepathically feed him with what she remembered (and that isn't much) of her own learning to suppress her energy with a form. "You won't be as powerful. Don't worry. Embrace it, for now. But, remember, as these words will be very prudent: be as powerful as you can, with as little as you can!"
Was this enough? She wasn't sure. Again, she was no expert in this field. Hopefully she wouldn't need to be.
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Post by Brisk on Feb 14, 2017 14:53:29 GMT
The boy listened attentively as the Empress continued to walk him through the paces of operating his body. The boy's mind was now completely enveloped in the mental construct, and he quietly began to breath in short shallow breaths.
When Wyntre requested that he drain all power from the ship but turn on the lights anyway, the boy momentarily struggled with his own body. If the internal discord had lasted a moment longer, it could've broken all of the built up serenity that the pair had worked so hard to achieve; luckily, Brisk's heartbeat dropped once more as he fell back into power suppression.
All of the lights were completely off in the cockpit, and although Brisk was in his true form, his power level was suppressed to almost zero. But now… It was time to turn on the lights… While maintaining that complete stasis…
If viewed on a scouter, the seven year old's power level would be hovering between zero and one, slowly shifting back and forth. But now, as the lights in the cockpit drew from a seemingly invisible power source and glew to life in an almost surreal bio-organic fashion, his energy would ever so slowly trickle up the power level scale. After a few moments, the child would reach the tens, and then the twenties…
Brisk was completely unaware of the Empress' gentle touch on his forehead, and didn't even notice her gentle entrance into his mind. The child's mental space ship was struggling not to send power throughout the ship, but to understand exactly how reroute the energy. It was as if… As if the power from the lights was being slowly filtered into the power from the door, the cannons, the life support… Somehow without losing any of its potency.
The child's engine was becoming less and less active, even though his power level was slowly rising one unit at a time. The energy that was circulating through his system was just maintaining its potency, without losing any in the transfer. Suppressing his energy further did nothing to the latent energy that was already flowing through him, as long as he didn't touch the engine.
"O-Okay," the boy replied to her advice, his voice a soft whisper. The child was so immersed in his mental simulation that he didn't even notice the outside intrusion of Wyntre's telepathic information. He simply understood her experience and subconsciously adopted it as his own. Brisk quietly nodded at her affirmation that he would be less powerful… But the next phrase combined with the visualization of Wyntre's own suppression was particularly potent in his mind.
Be as powerful as he could with this latent energy… Brisk suddenly knew what to do! He would use the flowing energy… As a brand new engine!
Maintaining his perfectly serene state, Brisk tapped into the slowly flowing energy and magnified it! The lights illuminated into full glow and Brisk listened with delight to the whirr of machinery around him, newly activated and energized with a power source created only from the energy outside of his engine.
The child's power level would spring to life, breaking from a slow trickle into a full flow, pouring up the scale effortlessly. And it was in that moment that the child's transformation began. It was unlike what Brisk had imagined years ago, a forceful suppression and restraint of his real power. It was instead a beautiful maximization of his already existing power, enabling him to feel like a weight upon him had been… Suddenly lifted.
Rather than restraining himself, Brisk was relieving himself. The shining teal dome on Brisk's forehead slowly began to fade back, flesh thickening and bulking out like foam to form a frame around it. An elegant silhouette began to carve itself out of his face, the white sleek bio armor pulling back to reveal for the first time in his life a pale lavender skin.
As his forehead gem embedded itself deeper in the his flesh, the geometric construct on his head began to stretch out to either side, forming two cylindrical ports; from each of which emerged a single charcoal rod, which quickly reformed and spiraled out to form two small black horns.
The boy's layer of sleek white subsided completely, giving way to darker hues of pale teal and purple, and his closed eyes became more demonic, and yet more naive. Throughout all of this, the child's breathing did not change, and the only affect he was conscious of was the the increase of his power from seemingly nothing at all.
As the last stages in the transformation complete, Brisk's ears tucked inside his new whit crown, and his bio gems subsided into his flesh. The ship was operating at a lesser capacity, and yet it seemed to have reached a maximum limit of it's strength at the same time. Completely unaware of the transformation, the seven year old's only words were "It's… working?"
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Feb 15, 2017 10:19:41 GMT
"It's better than just working," she began as her fingers went across his miniature horns both in his mind and in the mass delusion commonly referred to as 'reality'. Soon after, she retreated from his mind, as if she were never there in the first place. "It has worked and, in all probability, will continue to have worked." Time travel was an issue. It has been an issue for Wyntre in the past, and, technically, in the future as well, so the tenses were important. "Congratulations, Space Captain Brisk. You have stepped up one rung on the ladder of reaching the true power untold millennia of evolution, pressure and struggle allowed us the possibility to, one day, reach." Not even Wyntre, the most powerful Arcosian for a very long while, has unlocked the two power of Arcose. There was something beyond. She was so close, so close, but all she needed was one final push. A scream in the rush of battle. A threat against a friend. An insult of Arcose. She did not know in what form in will come, but she knew that it would come. And, when that day comes, her true power would be unlocked!... Or, truly, would it? Every transformation that is not permanent, it seems, can be made permanent. Once that form had been made permanent, surely, is there not a more powerful transformation beyond it, one that can eventually be mastered and be made permanent? When, either logically or physiologically, does it stop? Does it ever stop? These were questions for another day. After all, as already admitted, she was no expert on transformations.
"Your power has been suppressed. It has never been suppressed before this. Only a few years more, and this might have been made impossible. Yet, you made it. You have beaten the odds and came out victorious. So, tell me. How do you feel?"
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Post by Brisk on Feb 17, 2017 21:31:36 GMT
Brisk felt the constant cold in him thaw as his mother caressed his horns gently. It was as if retreating from his true form had added extra layers of barrier between him and the ice of his uninhibited soul. Wyntre happily informed him that it was doing better than just working, his true form had in fact been activated, and he would likely be able to continue to maintain it. When Wyntre retreated mentally from his psyche, that was enough to cause the boy to become aware of his surroundings, and soon, the illusion he had generated in his mind of the spaceship evaporated. Although it was temporarily retreated from, Brisk's visualization of his body as a spaceship and as himself as the captain in the cockpit would likely continue to be a fixture in his mind, and he was almost certain he would be able to access that state of control again if he needed to. Brisk's eyes flew open as the former arcosian Empress congratulated him, and he looked up at her with wide draconic eyes. She said something very complicated, probably involving arcosians being the best species ever invented, and Brisk nodded wide eyed, not sure what exactly his new form was. "It's… It feels so different! And… But not weaker though…" Brisk looked down at his hands and was surprised to see that his palm was not a pearly white monolith, but a hand constructed of strange purple flesh, like humans and saiyans, kind of! The boy spent a second looking at his hand in awe and wriggling his fingers before he gasped and realize that the rest of his body must've changed too. "D-Do I look a lot different!?!" the boy shouted excitedly, his mouth forming into a big 'o' shape, "I bet I look so cool!" Brisk darted towards the wall of the chamber, but he couldn't see himself in his reflection very good, so he sprinted over to the small bathroom chamber across the hall and climbed up on top of the sink. As the boy poked his head into the view of the mirror, he gasped so loudly and was so shocked that he actually fell backwards and shouted out as he landed butt first on the floor. Clambering back up, the boy's full form came into view. He was so cool! The child practically shrieked with excitement! His whole body had turned into a dragon and his tail was all sturdy looking and his horns… How had he not noticed the horns! They were so cool! Brisk immediately came up with a new attack named "super horn blaster" where he head butted someone with the side of his head and then shot a bunch of blasts at them from his fingers! Brisk ran around the halls for a few seconds before sprinting back into the training room with Wyntre, his face filled with childish ecstasy. She asked him how he felt and he immediately responded with a bubbling joy. "S-SO COOL!" Brisk couldn't help but squeak, his face lighting up with a pink blush as he hugged Wyntre's leg, "IT LOOKS SO AWESOME!""Miss Wyntre, do you think I could beat anyone in the galaxy now!?" Brisk chimed with an infectious joy, before pausing and gasping, "Is there even more ways I could change!?"Brisk couldn't help but wonder if there was more he could do inside of his cockpit in his brain. Could there be even more ways to change? He was pretty sure he'd seen other arcosians do stuff like this, but he wasn't quite sure...
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Feb 19, 2017 0:36:49 GMT
"You feel different. You look different. You are different. But, more importantly, you are the same."She smiled gently, enjoying the site of Brisk's sweet surprise. It was moments like these that people lived for. It was moments like these that people waited for. It was moments like these that many never get: happiness. Arcose was no more. Her people were scattered. But, she was happy. Is that not what matters? It was moments like these that don't come through power, or malevolence, or authority. Moments like these could not be forced, moments like these had to come on their own. She had found her own. And for that she was grateful. For that she was happy. It was a tender moment. Wyntre did not want it to end. But, alas, a thing is not beautiful because it lasts. "You have received the privilege of restraint. In body, in mind, in soul. That is something you should cherish, something you should always keep close to your heart." This was poetic. It was figurative, yet this was not pointed out. This was not something Empress Wyntre, the old Cold, would have done. This was new, fresh, beautiful. But, again, a thing is not beautiful because it lasts. It's beautiful because it has ended, because it has returned and because it will end again. "I'm glad you're enjoying it. I'm enjoying you enjoy it." Her soft smile deepened a little as he hugged her leg, her hand moving to his bio-gem to caress it. She ignored his question about beating anyone in the galaxy. She wouldn't want to ruin the moment with the truth. Although, she did have a belief that, perhaps, Brisk would be more powerful than she. Who knows. Maybe, she thought, one day he could be the most powerful in the galaxy. One day. "There are more forms. There are always new forms. One day, I will teach them to you. But, for now," she said, gently kissing his blue bio-gem, "get some rest. I expect you up at 0500, Space Captain Brisk."[FIN] ((PL please. If you want, you can do a final post.))
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Post by Brisk on Feb 19, 2017 5:19:55 GMT
Brisk listened with wide eyes to the wise words of the Empress, nodding twice with devoted energy and broad pupils. "Y-Yes! The ship is still the same ship…" the boy trailed off for a moment, pondering something… Was this about to be his first philosophical thought? Was he becoming more self aware? Was the seven year old developing a deeper sense of identity? Nope! "...I wanna be taller too though…"
The empress seemed to revel in Brisk's happiness, and the two of them shared a jubilant moment before Wyntre spoke once more with her wisened tone that far surpassed her rather young age. The boy should cherish his transformation, because it was restraint, which was something that was important, because miss Wyntre said so! Restraint is important!
When Brisk squeezed his eyes shut happily and hugged the empress' leg, she tenderly rubbed his forehead, causing him to nestle himself into the hug with a wide grin. Something about her motherly air just felt right, and for the first time in his life since his early childhood, Brisk felt safe at home with a loving guardian to be there for him.
Brisk continued to babble on happily but his mother wisely knew when enough was enough. In all truth, Brisk likely wouldn't have been able to sit still long enough to unlock another form today, and he was exhausted. As Wyntre kissed the teal bio gem on his forehead, he blushed deeply and couldn't suppress his tiny grin, bashfully looking away before saluting the empress. "Y-Yes Ma'am! Space Captain Brisk activating sleep mode!" The boy shouted out in a robotic voice before hugging her once more and running off down the hallway making airplane noises.
This was what happiness looked like!
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