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[admiralchiss]

🧙 WHO: Thrawn and YOU
⚔️️ WHAT: Open log for Thrawn
🕒 WHEN: Month of March
🗺️ WHERE: Various locations around Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: None at the moment


Art Studies
There are a few places that Grand Admiral Thrawn feels at home and comfortable. One is in his office, another is on the bridge of his ship, and yet another is art galleries and museums. Since the Chimaera is back in his home universe, Thrawn has found himself locating a nearby museum in Camelot and paying a visit. If he can get a look at the local artwork, he may be able to glean something about his new location and the culture.

The white uniform got him weird looks, so it's currently hanging up in his closet, and he's now wearing a navy blue business suit. At the moment, he's staring intently at a painting done by a local artist, his face stoic but interested, hand on his chin.

Magic Practice
Thrawn's not too familiar with magic, especially magic of this sort. He's never had such abilities before, and he's always relied on quick reflexes and sheer combat skills when he's had to fight. But, since he's been given these magical powers, he may as well find out how to use them, since it's better if he knows how, rather than find himself in a situation where he might need them but not have the know-how.

Thus, he heads for the training yard to practice and hone his newfound powers. His abilities have been described as "light magic". His familiar is a strange, orange lizard draped around his shoulders. At the moment, Thrawn generates small orbs of light in his hands, as if he's holding two miniature stars.

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"Oh... uh. Not yet. I just thought it'd be good to watch for now." Observing what 'normal' constituted as was exhausting work, really. A whole form of training on its own.

'Nneth stood then, wiping off any dust or dirt in two quick pats. "Is it hard to learn?" The gesture Thrawn had made to create the lights is mimicked, though nothing happens as 'Nneth does it.

[admiralchiss]

"It isn't easy, no," The Skywalker lad had told him such, and he wasn't speaking in jest. Though perhaps it would come easier to Thrawn since he had no powers back in his home universe. "But it is worth learning, nonetheless."

The ysalamiri shifted on his shoulders, getting more comfortable, as Thrawn began to channel his magic once more. His powers were light-based, and there were many applications of light. It could be bent, it could create things, it could be made hard. This time he bent the light, concentrating until he became transparent, looking like a ghost.

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A chuckle at themselves that may be edging onto a nervous laugh as Thrawn turns transparent. "You certainly make it look easy. Did they teach you?"

Who is 'they'? 'Nneth doesn't really know or understand, but it is meant to mean those in charge. A foot digs in the ground a moment later. "You think we'll have to use it?"

[admiralchiss]

"They did not. I was only given a basic description of my new abilities and sent on my way. As for whether we'll have to use it, I do not think we would have been given these powers if we were not meant to use them."

The spell ceased and Thrawn wasn't transparent anymore. He'd have to work on it some more, along with more experiments on what he could do with light magic.

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There's a shrug as 'Nneth looks around for a pebble on the ground. "That's not necessarily true, is it? I mean... maybe here it is. Maybe it is a gift like you might gift someone a shirt. You should wear the shirt. But." Finding a pebble 'Nneth tosses it a few times in their hand, shaking off any dirt still clinging to it.

"But some are just capable. Maybe? Maybe they just exist that way. Or maybe we just exist this way here. Like a hand or an arm. You don't have to use your arm, but it's more convenient to use it." They ruffle the back of their head. With so many 'maybe' and so many 'what if' being described, even 'Nneth is getting confused. "I guess what I mean is, er, well. Never mind."

"Do you think you can still be hit by something while it's harder to see you?" Another toss of the pebble, with a shy grin, just in case their intentions weren't clear.

[admiralchiss]

"An interesting idea, but I do not believe it is true. No, all clues I have seen point to us having been given these powers with the expectation that we are going to use them." And thus Thrawn would rather know how to use these gifts and not need them than the other way around. Perhaps 'Nneth comes from a more altruistic culture.

"The spell does not make me intangible, so I could still be hit, yes. However, it may be harder to hit me while I am invisible, unless one were to have enhanced senses that could pinpoint where I am."

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"You're probably right." There's a friendly shrug that's meant to hide the disappointment. 'Nneth was really just hoping for some kind of peace or just to stay out of things, but it seems no world really works like that.

"Well, since I'm here. Want me to help you practice anything?" With that, 'Nneth pockets the pebble instead, their has never been known to be that great anyway.

[admiralchiss]

"Very well. And in return, should you wish to practice with your own powers, you need only ask," It's only fair, after all.

With the ysalamiri still draped over his shoulders, Thrawn closes his eyes and concentrates. A blue orb the size of a tennis ball appears in front of him, floating in mid air. If his magic is truly based on light, then light can be manipulated to form illusions. For now, the ball just hovers in the air.

"What do you see?"

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'Nneth takes a step back, having not known what to expect before the blue orb appears.

"I see a blue ball." So far, anyway.

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"Excellent," He opens his eyes. That's what he meant to create, and it's so rewarding to see that he succeeded. He concentrates again, making the ball solidify. If he can truly manipulate light, then he can create hard light. "Touch it and tell me if it is solid."

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"Uh... right." Surely someone can't touch light. Still, albeit with some hesitation, 'Nneth tries and is surprised when the ball is quite solid. Or perhaps the surprise is that nothing has exploded yet.

"Yeah, actually. How'd you do that?"

[admiralchiss]

"I simply made the light become solid." After concentrating again, the ball suddenly becomes a blue rope that gently wraps around 'Nneth's wrists. The construct vanishes after a second as Thrawn allows himself to relax. At least he knows that he can do that now.