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It's like Luke Skywalker and Yoda

CHARACTERS: Alex Summers [CR AU] and Dave Sprite
LOCATION: Training!
WARNINGS: PG-13 for language most likely
SUMMARY: Davesprite wants help figuring out his weird phasing powers, and Alex has volunteered to help him get it under control.

Alex told Davesprite to meet him in one of the storage rooms--the one he'd empty and modified for the training with the other Alex when he had been here. It would serve their purpose well enough.

Leaning against the bulkhead, he let plasma flow into his hand, turning into a ball, before re-absorbing it back into his suit. It was a simple exercise in control, but one he really felt he needed, these days.

But he figured that this practice would be good for him, too.

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Davesprite arrived via the doorway because he didn't want to startle Alex. He had a feeling that would be bad. He leaned against the entrance with his wings tucked up against his back. "Alright. Ready to start when you are." He nodded then pushed away from the doorframe to enter the storage room. Orange light washed over his surroundings and he shifted, coming up onto the balls of his feet.

The idea was to give him even greater mobility. The faster he could dodge, the better off his feathers would be. Not to mention his hide.

"All right." Alex gave a quirk of an eyebrow to Davesprite, smirking. "Dude, I'm not going to start shooting at you first thing. Calm down. I want to sort this whole thing out, first."

Like Charles would. Alex could do this--just...mix techniques. Charles and Erik...and make it something his own.

"First off, do you go through every wall, every time? Or is it just...an occasional annoyance? Like you don't think about it, lean on a wall, and woops, through the wall?"

He looked Davesprite up and down. "Cause you seem to have figured out how to keep yourself from sinking through the floor."

"Not always." He admitted and the more he thought about it, it seemed weirdly selective. His brow raised right before he fell right through the floor. "Shit!" It didn't take long for him to shoot right back up, soaring up with his wings spread so he could float in mid air. "...ok, let's no do that again. That was really weird and I think I saw something??" He had no idea, he flipped and flapped right back up.

"Anyway, it happens off and on. Whether I'm thinking about it or not. If I'm not super conscious of what I'm doing, my wings pass through things."

When Davesprite went sliding through the floor, Alex couldn't stop himself from laughing. "Oh man, I'm sorry." He shook his head, biting his lip. "So I think the thing is...we go to train your body to make it an instinct--like, you know go through things if you want to...like, consciously. Like..."

Alex tried to find a good way to word this. "I have to consciously think about spreading my plasma down my arms. That isn't what it normally wants to do, so I have to force it. It's easier now, because I work at it. So if you start focusing on going through walls, only when you want to...that might work."

Davesprite drops to the floor and just imagines his feet meeting the floor. It works, for now."Consciously." He repeated as he set to pacing. Willing something to happen was a year ago in his memory, but he remembered what that felt like. "I get what you're saying. Train it, like running or, how to handle a weapon." Or how to hold and move through time. He flexes his wings and to demonstrate, takes his sword out of his inventory. He held it and consciously engulfed it in orange light.

"Exactly." Alex watched Davesprite pull the sword from nothing with some surprise; he hadn't exactly see anything like that before.

"If you know how to do that, then you should be able to learn to do this." Alex moved a bit closer, wanting to see the sword in greater detail. "...did you just pull that from negative space? Or..." He didn't exactly understand how it worked.

The sword is held in his right hand, fingers curled around the grip. "Nah, see we have handy storage tech called a sylladex. Mine's simple, I can grab anything I want. But the important part is you can stuff damn near anything into one. The glow is all me." It's a normal katana blade, the edge sharp as hell but it's nothing too high quality.

Man he really wants his high quality shit back. He misses Caldescratch, that beautiful babe of a blade. "Anyway, we're going to make this all will over instinct. Right?"

"It needs to become instinct, over time. Will is what it has to be until you feel natural in it." Alex rubbed the back of his neck slightly, shrugging. "Which isn't something I've completely gotten ahold of yet myself." He is doing a lot better, and can certainly control his power on a whole, but the shooting down his arms still feels strange to him.

"So first, I want you to focus on phasing through the walls. Then touching the walls without phasing on the every third go."

"Sounds legit to me." He said as he put the sword away and stretched his wings out. "We'll figure it out." Davesprite adds as he strides towards the nearest wall. He pauses before it and steps forward, and smacks right into a solid wall.

Ow.

The second time? Slides right in. It's the whole not thinking about it bit. Don't laugh.

Alex manages to cover his mouth before laughing when Davesprite runs into the wall, but nods when he slides in. Well, it was a start, right?

"Let's try touching the wall before walking through it...I'd rather not have to explain to Save why you broke your nose." He smirked, forming a plasma ball in his hand, tossing back and forth between his hands absently.

Yeah, touching the wall sounded a lot better than whacking into it. He reemerges from the wall slowly, taking his time to get the feel of how he separates from it. It's not unlike walking normally. The difference is the sense of resistance from the wall itself. Davesprite snorts as he turns and reaches to place his hand against the wall. It sinks right through and he yanks it back.

It takes two tries before he isn't just passing through it. "Okay. Think I can do it this time."

"Good job." Alex grinned, moving to stand on the wall, leaning against it without any trouble (of course). "Now let's see if you can do it on cue....then I'll start tossing balls at you."

He kept the plasma ball in his hands, giving a nod. "Pass through the wall."

He took one look back and Alex and ran right into the wall again. He stepped back and held onto his nose while trying not to swear. At least it wasn't at break neck speed or some shit like that. Well, that didn't work. The sprite shot him a 'don't laugh' expression, then reached out to touch the wall.

And toppled right on through it with a startled 'caw'. It was going to be a long day.

"Shit--" Alex ran a hand over the back of his neck, groaning. "...okay, so it's going to take a bit longer to learn. That's okay--right? Totally okay. Look--you can do this. We're going to figure out, then I'm going to make you dinner, and it's going to be awesome."

Because really, he was trying, but Alex was starting to worry that he was full of shit and really had no idea what he was doing.

He emerged with a thoughtful look on his face. The sprite wasn't thinking about what was solid and what wasn't. "This isn't working." And he has an idea why. All those years under the sun with a blade in hand and waging war with the impossible Bro Strider...

"I think I know why. You guys learned like this didn't you? I didn't." He'd been forced to face the odds. The game's merciless swarms had taught him how to exploit time to the fullest extend and as a sprite that had all felt...natural. Yet he'd used it in a fight.

"Cool with it taking longer, but I got a theory. Start slinging stuff at me. Don't worry I'm faster than I look."

"...kind of. It's--I learned with a mixture." Banshee, of course, had been thrown off a satellite dish to learn his own power...but with Alex's being so deadly, it took a more careful approach.

"You sure?"

Alex let the plasma ball grow in his hand more, but made sure it wasn't that strong--Davesprite might get a headache, but he wouldn't burn, at least.

"It was all combat all the time. Fire away." He tenses up, his entire posture and body language changing in an instant. Arc of orange lightning crackled up the length of his wings as he came onto the balls of his feet. Davesprite looked a lot less like some kid when poised to fight. His stance was something hammered into him over the years and his attention was sharp. But, he didn't do the stupid holding still crap, he still sways and after a second relaxes. "Come on, go go go."

"...all right." Alex bit his lip, still a bit unsure about this situation--but if Davesprite thought that he could handle this, and if he kept his blasts at a low frequency...then maybe it would work.

Taking a step back, he gave a nod. "Just tell me when to stop," and with that, Alex flung out his hand, sending a blast of plasma shooting towards his friend.

And Davesprite was suddenly gone. The orange glow was gone from the room. He emerged from the wall with an amused look at his slightly nervous friend. The sprite returned to the previous spot, and spread his hands. Keep coming bro.

"Well, I guess it's working!" Alex let out a laugh and sent a few more blasts Davesprite's way, running to anticipate where he might turn up next.

He didn't always slip into the floor, ceiling, or walls. Davesprite kept moving from place to place in swift flash-steps, and the movements of his childhood. A sword wouldn't do dick against this but the old dodging? That worked. It wasn't super high speed but there was enough combat in things to keep him moving on instinct rather than conscious thought. "See? Shit just turns out to work when you tackle it from a diff angle."

"But what's going to happen when people aren't blasting shit at you?" Alex tossed another blast casually at Davesprite, quirking an eyebrow. "Because that's the main point of your control." Being able to deal in a life or death situation was important (as Alex had found multiple times), but the casual use was sometimes more important.

He flips into the ground out of the way of the blast. Davesprite returned out of a wall as he pondered the question. "Point. Right now I want to get used to how it feels. Once I've adapted to that I won't have so much trouble. It's like learning to use a sword. You have to work on balance before you do your speed tests."

"Okay--if you really think I'm helping." Alex fired off another few blasts, these curving around the room, a bit more erratic than the others, by design. He wasn't Charles, or Erik--this was really his first time trying to train someone--he just hoped he wasn't doing that shitty of a job.

“Don’t worry, you are.” He moves fast, making the strife into a game, at least by appearance. Davesprite is a fighter, raised to be prepared for things greater than himself. Alex isn’t bad for a starter in teaching.

"Well just be happy these are on stun." Alex smirked, getting a little bit more comfortable with the situation. He's starting to anticipate where Davesprite will appear, now, to try to give him something additional.

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It's like Luke Skywalker and Yoda

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wow. Save should have been Dave. A+ me

Hahahaha no worries man.

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