Log File 2017.07.01

Max had taken to relaxing out in the shade of the porch of the estate, music playing in the background while enjoying a glass of scotch. He might have been too young technically to drink legally, but it didn’t seem as if anyone would question him about it so long as he could hold his liquor. He may have been out by himself for quite some time today, but Max wouldn’t be alone on the porch for long.

Alys had kept to herself as usual, though not just in thought this time. Once she had pushed the fear aside, her curiosity had sparked just a bit. She’d managed to repeat that experiment from the other day when Max insisted that she try to manifest that light for herself instead of it just happening of its own accord. It’d been a success after several hours of work, the fear of that light fading as she got used to it…she’d even managed to mimic making a small sphere of light about the size of a marble. She was amused and rolling it around in her hands as she made her way back towards the porch, absently tripping on something she hadn’t seen on the ground and causing the light marble to fly out of her hands. It was only then that she realized that Max was there sitting in one of the chairs and she shouted a warning to watch out as the glowing marble made of light flew in his direction.

A shout of warning out of the blue had Max reacting quickly, he ported out of the way as the light marble passed through the chair and winked out by the time it would have hit the ground. It just disappeared. Alys seemed puzzled, and for a moment more focused at the little sphere of light just vanishing. Max’s reaction to something so small might have looked comical to anyone watching, but he found it amusing that she’d worked up the nerve to experiment with her power. It took a moment before she noticed Max again…registering that he’d spoken too her. She was still musing about how it didn’t seem that the little glowing marble should have vanished like that since it had been so solid in her hands prior…and that piqued his interest into getting her to experiment with her powers.

He stood facing Alys and made himself a still target so that she could create another one of those glowing spheres to toss at him so they could see how it’d react. She hesitated for a moment but could tell, just like that other day, he was encouraging her to try— focusing for a little bit to bring the glow to her hand, she was able to take a finger and roll up another marble-sized sphere of light as if she’d been rolling rubber cement on a classroom desk. Max hadn’t moved in the time it took her to do this, so when she was ready…Alys tossed that little sphere directly at him. It bounced off his skin like she’d expect a normal marble to do, but when it dropped to the ground…it winked out like it had just a moment ago when hitting the concrete. For a moment during this little trial run test, Max expected to have another flash of pain and memories— nothing. It was curious…she could make this light solid and glow…and she could have some mental affect on a person to cause a vision…then there was also the fact that the light could cause death.

That fact made him curious and Max had to know, he asked what Alys recalled from when she felt those that had been touched by her light died. Regardless of the fact that those men who’d died were bad and would have done her great harm or even killed her themselves— it was still a painful memory. More because of what she felt during the incident. Each time when that light had flared up, she’d been grabbed…and she’d felt there was something in that other person, something that was a core part of them which her light had pulled and drained away until extinguishing that other source and leaving the person dead. Max was trying to piece together if everyone had this light as she described it…but that didn’t exactly seem to fit and trying again, shaking and terrified at the thoughts she was digging up she explained it was similar to having one’s pet die in your arms. You feel that sense of life fading…and becoming nothing. Because the only thing she knew in her mind was that contact with her caused that to happen to those men that’d died…she hadn’t wanted to be around anyone and so panicked and ran away to hide.

By this point Alys had retreated to another chair on the porch and curled up crying, unable to help the emotions swirling inside her from reliving those moments when trying to describe what happened. Max took a long moment, lost in thought at the revelation before suddenly realizing that Alys wasn’t going to answer any more questions. His more recent question as to whether she could pull at the life force of other things remained unanswered, and she probably wouldn’t know in the first place if that was true or not yet. By way of apology he dropped the line of inquiry, offering her a glass of scotch and telling her to rest and have a nap. Alys tried to shake the tears and sadness away, offering a weak smile and tiny laugh with the question about him being too young to drink. She didn’t drink much, so the scotch burned and caused her to nearly choke on the liquid, but it helped a little bit. Max left her to recover and disappeared to research, removing all trace of his belongings save for the ice and scotch he’d left for Alys.

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