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 Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 12:58 am
*Indeed, upon the piano starting to play both Nana and Micha look over to it. Nana did know about Mastema's telekinesis, but not that he was able to focus it with such zeal. Micha watches the piano keys sink, and rise bringing with it a new sound and note. Micha also takes note that "father" had one of his hands extended toward the sound device. How this was being accomplished was of a mystery to the child. Perhaps if he was lucky enough, he too would inherit this ability*
^__^
Ah, I haven't heard that one in a while.
Micha: . . . ?
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 1:04 am
I apologize for my neglect then *He was still grinning slightly, eyes closed and fingers moving ever so slightly to help his concentration. The tune was one of Mastema's more preferred soothing tunes. It also helped him to practice the precision of his telekinesis. A mind was a much easier target to hit than a small piano key*
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 1:17 am
*Nana smiles and chuckles lightly*
^__^
Oh, no reason to apologize. As long as you get enjoyment, that's all I ask.
*Micha continues to watch the piano, and Mastema's moving fingers*
Micha: . . . ?
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 1:24 am
*He nodded lightly in return to Nana's comment, and recognized Micha's curiosity and confusion at what was happening. he decided to just say it* This is telekinesis, Micha. Telekinetics are the uses of one's own mind to exert one's own will upon an external subject *He chuckled* Or more simply.... Using one's mind to do what someone would normally do with their body....
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 1:32 am
*Micha looks over to Mastema paying attention to his words, and trying to place meaning to some of them. One such meaning Micha was trying to determine was "to exert one's own will upon". Everyone in the citadel seemed to speak differently, and each had their own vocabulary to draw from. Would placing one meaning to one word be correct all the time or just when dealing with certain people? There was much to consider*
Micha: . . . ?
*Even the simple explination seemed somewhat odd to the boy. How could a mind do what the body could? It didn't seem all that plausable, even to a child*
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 1:34 am
*Mastema just gave the boy a light grin* It is probably best not to try and understand this all at once, Micha. You will develop your own understandings as you grow older.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 1:41 am
*As soon as Mastema finishes, Micha turns his gaze away. Perhaps he would ponder over it, in is own silent rebuke, reguardless of any noise in the room*
Micha: . . .
*In the meantime Nana smiles, and considers what sorts of abilities the children may have inherited, and what they could yet develop. Of course her knowledge of Mastema's full abilites was somewhat limited so she could only think about what she knew about him, and herself. Needless to say, some of the combinations in her mind were interesting, but only upon their abilites actually surfacing would she and Mastema truely see their potential*
^__^
Hnn.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 1:47 am
*He turned back to Nana and let his hand rest at his side. Seemingly without cause, Mastema kisses Nana slightly above her temple* I wonder what their abilities will be as well, Nana. I, too, desire to know their potential.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 1:56 am
*Nana's smile widens slightly, and a very light blush crosses her face after Mastema plants a kiss. Along with the blush, Nana closes her eyes, and relaxes a slight bit*
--__-- heart
Hmm? Was I thinking too loudly? Hmm hmm~ I'm sorry.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 2:01 am
Not at all. It was just written all over your smile. *He wrapped his arm more fully around Nana, still paying some attention to Micha*
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 2:08 am
--__-- heart
Ah, I see.
*Nana curls a little more into Mastema's arm. Micha watches from the corner of his eye. At least they seemed happy with one another, and affectionte. So this is how things were? Then this would be the norm, and anything else would be noted as unusual*
Micha: . . .
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 2:10 am
*Nana was happy; that was given. Mastema "appeared" happy... but who could really say. Either way, Mastema kept Nana embraced regardless of Micha's presence. The boy didn't seem tired either, perhaps wing growth had taken less out of him than the others*
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 2:28 am
*Micha continues to let his eyes wander the room. There wasn't really anything there he hadn't seen before. About the only difference, was that the books on Nana's night-stand were moved around a bit. Nana kept in mind that Micha was still in the room, so nothing so extreme would happen on her watch. A motherhood sense would see to that. Micha had noticed a long time ago that "father" never really seemed to sleep. Certainly his eyes would close, but he was never truely unconcious. Perhaps the boy was merely testing his own limits, to see just how long he could stay awake. Trying to be more like Mastema? Well an interesting way to imitate him to say the least*
Micha: . . .
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 2:35 am
*Mastema had yet to see a hint that Micha was trying to imitate him. However, he was in a similar state to what Micha had noted when he "slept". Mastema had his eyes closed and was off in his own thoughts. Although, he wasn't given the delusion that he was sleeping*
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 2:41 am
*Reguardless of actions taken, Micha would continue to watch, look arond the room randomly, and like Mastema he would think. About what? Like Mastema one could never really be sure. Nana remains where she is for now, content to stay. Afterall she was in the safest place she could ever be, Mastema's arms*
Micha: . . .
*After a few minutes, Micha starts imitating Mastema's posturing, and the way he looks when in thought. Eyes closed, that certain look on his face, the way his head was situated. It would almost be like watching a miniature replica of oneself. Imitation, the sincerest form of flattery. Mock acting, to learn and become*
Micha: . . .
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