Beam Me Up, Scotty
With a final breath Gregor opened his eyes, ending the guided meditation he had been leading. All around him, other leading members of the village began rousing in similar fashion, having been the ones following Gregor’s lead.
Over the previous days, Gregor had initiated lessons on the subject matter of his Codex, trying to get the various leaders, including his Father, Captain Minshew, and a smattering of others to a level where they could pass on the techniques themselves. Unfortunately, it had been proving quite difficult.
Gregor had suspected as much, but many of the more specialized meditations were almost impossible without starting them as a child. The souls of adults were simply too determined to reshape so easily. Which, from Gregor’s admittedly basic understanding of the principles, seemed to be the primary enabler of the more serious and high level techniques.
In essence, his Codex began by slowly shaping the soul until it matched his physical body. This point is where most of the benefits became obvious, as Gregor had then began blending his physical and spiritual essences into one whole. This was where Gregor’s understanding ended, but the results spoke for themselves. He hadn’t lost at arm wrestling since he was 14, even against men more than twice his weight.
“Gregor, a word please.” Mayor Grenneth was the first to stand up of the group, and his impressive frame cast a shadow over Gregor’s face. As the rest of the members of the village stood and filed out, the two members of the Greatwood family drew close.
“Son, are you sure that the Legion is the correct path to take?” His father barged straight at the topic, as this was not the first time they had rehashed this conversation. This time, Gregor thought he might try a different tact than he had previously.
“It isn’t the correct path.”
“...Gregor. Please elaborate further on that statement.”
“The correct path would be to stay, raise up a generation of indomitable warriors in Alteep, and become a hero of the nation. However, that is not what I desire at all. Father, from your own mouth I have heard you admit to never traveling more than two villages over. If I follow the correct path, I’m sure I will follow suit, but I desperately want to go beyond.”
“What I desire is to see more than any man has ever seen, to know more than any other knows. The only way I could think to get started on that journey was to join the Legion. So that is what I plan to do.” Gregor stated, as if daring his father to disagree.
Perhaps, Gregor wanted him to disagree. All his life he had been used to following his father’s lead, with this plan to leave being his first original creation. However, it wasn’t to be, as his father simply looked at his son, and gave a single nod.
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Logan awoke with a start. There he was, laying on the ground with Remy curled up on his chest, the door still flung wide open from his rush inside. At this point the pulsing in his head was a familiar companion, maybe even more than the Rizzel sleeping on top of him.
Speaking of Remy, it was time to see what the little rascal had forced onto him. Logan wouldn’t tell him, but honestly wasn’t angry at all. After all, Logan had forced this whole bond thing on Remy, and he hadn’t felt any resentment for that. So he could definitely let something like this slide, but maybe after he figured out exactly what had happened.
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The first place he went to for changes was internal, as Logan took a gander at his soul. The new addition was immediately obvious to him, as it was a slightly different shade, and packaged in its own self contained unit. From Logan’s viewpoint, it looked like an organelle in the cell that was his spirit.
Deciding that the gift was definitely worth a closer look, Logan closed his eyes and began to meditate. In the trance-like state that followed, the only thing in Logan’s perception was his soul, suspended in the plane of existence.
Suddenly, Logan could intuit the purpose of the fragment, and that it was safely integrated with his being. The gift was the chunk of Remy’s soul that contained his teleporting ability. Logan’s initial thought was to get excited at the possibilities, but in seconds a pit of dread had formed in his stomach.
If I have part of Remy’s soul, what happened to him?
Logan brought Remy’s soul into his perception, portraying them side by side. With the direct comparison, Logan was able to quickly identify the same organelle-esque structure in Remy’s soul as that existed in his own.
How… I swear…
As if reading his thoughts, which he definitely was, Logan’s companion opened his eyes and mentally responded.
-What yours is mine-
Does that mean you copied it back, after you gave the Blessing to me?
-What yours is mine-
…Huh, I guess so little guy. Maybe give me a bit of heads up before you do something like that again?
The Rizzel just stayed curled up on Logan’s chest, and went back to sleep.
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When Logan went to experiment with teleporting, it predictably came with a new landslide of quirks and kinks to work out. Perhaps the biggest surprise was visually.
Logan had started to attempt to teleport, but as he did suddenly a whole graph full of intersecting lines sprang up in his vision. They ran all over his sight at regular intervals, and threw Logan off enough that he didn’t even properly teleport, just warped to the exact same spot.
Pop!
The traveling itself was a doozy. As Logan started the process, he felt his entire being get distorted. It felt similar to holding a vacuum against your hand, but for Logan’s whole body at once. He found it easily on his top ten list of uncomfortable sensations he had ever experienced, probably sitting at around 6 or 7. Logan’s previously mentioned bout with simultaneous food poisoning took up the majority of the upper list, admittedly.
The arriving process was thankfully less uncomfortable, instead just feeling like a release of pressure. In the same vein as the earlier analogy, it felt like then removing the vacuum from contact with your skin. Even after Logan arrived however, the lines stayed present in his vision, making Logan swivel and rotate his head like an owl on cocaine.
Everywhere Logan looked there were small white lines stretching out, that were weirdly tied to the topography around him. For some reason, the white lines felt extremely close like if Logan just stepped forward…
Pop!
And Logan went through the teleporting process all over again. A grand total of seven times before he figured out how to disable the white lines. After a couple times, Logan had figured out what they were, but it still took him more time afterwards to learn to cancel his own Blessing. It turned out teleporting, at least the way Logan and Remy did it, was more of a mode almost, instead of just a skill.
The white lines were something like spatial connections, and it seemed like the only restriction Logan had on the ability was a range of 10 meters. Other than that, it didn’t matter if Logan could see where he was going or not, he would still pop right over.
All in all, Logan was very impressed with it, even if teleporting seemed like it would require many hours of work to be able to do effortlessly. Him and his companion would soon be a force to be reckoned with, as long as Logan put the effort in.
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Logan Brewer
Rank: 2
Mind
6
Body
7
Soul
19
Abilities
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Bond
Root
Hidden Abilities
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Soul Sight
Blessing Mimic
Blessings
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Teleport