It's like Luke Skywalker and Yoda

[redhotsummers]

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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[realslimstrider]

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."

[redhotsummers]

"...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.

[realslimstrider]

"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."

[redhotsummers]

"...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.

[realslimstrider]

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.

[redhotsummers]

"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.

[realslimstrider]

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."

[redhotsummers]

"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.

[realslimstrider]

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."

[redhotsummers]

"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.

[realslimstrider]

“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.

[redhotsummers]

"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.