Date Posted:19:34:03 03/06/03 Thu Author: Atumi Subject: Two new students. Bwahaha. Be afraid. In reply to:
Atumi
's message, "Back again for another day of pain, eh?" on 19:57:22 02/07/03 Fri
The impression of a smile is sent to Phoemrut, a rare thing from the black. That is good to hear, mri'fa, Atumi replies liquidly, his tone much like his smooth tenor voice but underlied with what feels like roiling water. To Jasal, he refrains himself from showing amusement at the adolescent's obvious glee. Good, he tells her simply. Pointed ears prick at Arukit's arrival, and her rather brash statement. Erashun's scent on her hide not only makes the male swallow a possibly offensive comment, but proves that she's received the white pack second's approval already. So Atumi regards her blandly with calm teal eyes. "Your name?" is all he asks of her.
Akar's emotion-laden message hits him just then, and the sleek male swivels his muzzle to regard his student with a slight grin. Muchly welcome, Akar. It is about time you were given a voice. You will need to learn the harder technique of broadcasting your mind very quickly to speak to all of us at once, without linking each time and repeating yourself endlessly. I will teach everyone this once I catch the newcomer up with you. Unless they are very talented, they won't get it quickly. But for you, this is a necessity. Again, his mental voice is seemingly alike his spoken one, though that perception, that impression of turbulent water underlying the suave words cannot be ignored.
Jasal rises at this moment, and leaving his mind-link in place with Akar, Atumi glances quizzically at her. Her abrupt departure is something of a shock to the male but he shakes it off with remarkable composure, a set of the shoulders smoothing ruffled fur. Arukit's apology is attended to briefly, with only an accepting nod given to the black. A new scent touches his nose and for an instant, he's annoyed with the second newcomer that morning. Ears angle backwards lightly, and with a double-flick aim forwards once more. The respect that Numi shows him seems to add to his annoyance, and with a sharp crack of his velvet-gray blade, he gestures for her to seat herself.
"It appears we have newbies." The male's tone is not appreciative, instead sidling more towards resigned. "I am Atumi. This is Phoemrut," an ear-flick towards the blinded male, "and Akar," a muzzle-toss towards the mute male. "You two are plainly here to learn, and learn you will. Today's theme is sensory techniques - ways of expanding, honing, and focusing your senses and mind. Consider yourselves lucky that we only just started. All you need to catch up on is telepathy." A curt gesture with his tail indicates that Phoemrut and Akar need not repeat the exercise that he's about to give... but the blade stops suddenly and he almost grins. "Phoemrut, Akar, this is a fine chance for you to practice talking to each other. Do so." This mainly aimed at the two femmes, Atumi begins his lesson.
"Telepathy, telepathing, mindvoice, mindspeech, and mental link - those words are the vocabulary of this technique. Though it is not hard to achieve, it is difficult to perfect. There will be times when you cannot manage it to save your life, and without a reasonable cause. There will also be times when you will feel able to reach across the worlds with your mind alone. Telepathy is a good beginner's tool to start training and honing your mind to act beyond your skull. The strongest Korat alive is nothing if he cannot use his... or her... mind. You are blacks, and our breed's most notable quality is the ability to strike a deadly balance between speed and strength. I will teach you how to strike an equal balance between mind and body."
Ebon claws dig restlessly into the fairly dry soil as he continues. "Telepathy is not easy to learn without a given example, but once you experience it firsthand, it is simplistic to grasp. Open your minds and relax your bodies. Still any thoughts you may have floating about." A dark but neutral presence touches and then establishes a strong link with Arukit, non-threatening but powerful at the same time. Hello mri'dyn. Reply if you are able. Atumi leaves this mental link up long enough for the femme to reply if she can, and then breaks it and moves on to Numi. To her he sends the same rote phrases, and again waits for a possible reply before severing the connection and regarding his students. He expects them to have questions, or comments, and with his expectant expression he invites both, from all four of li'dyn.
