From Obi-Wan, there was a low pulse, like a pitch countless octaves below voice. It hummed in his chest, all around him, and as he breathed, he felt it revitalize his spent energy. He could hardly catch a glimpse, but he saw the bare corner of a web, a thousand strands woven together and trembling with a life force -- a web the size of the nine worlds. Power and potential too large to tap entirely, and Loki would have voiced his amazement at the very idea, but he was busy. After the spell.
With Bakura, he was more direct. He took the power and drew it into himself, breathed into his chest. Blinding-white, and it stung his skin, his heart, his bones. He was not the sort meant to wield the light, and the more he held it, the worse it ached.
He opened his eyes, and touched his hands to the runes.
Thurisaz (of power, of destruction), Hagalaz (of terrible, terrifying harnessed energy), Nauthiz (for need, for toil, for resistance) and Perthro -- the last, of mysteries, of investigation. He might as well cast one rune for their true purpose.
He drew the power and directed it, little channels and paths, finesse and talent. A lesser sorcerer may have simply bludgeoned the spell with the power, but Loki used it. He worked the spell to see what this gem was, to understand it's purpose, to locate that flaw within and break it apart, destroy, shatter. First, to see; next, to break.
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From Obi-Wan, there was a low pulse, like a pitch countless octaves below voice. It hummed in his chest, all around him, and as he breathed, he felt it revitalize his spent energy. He could hardly catch a glimpse, but he saw the bare corner of a web, a thousand strands woven together and trembling with a life force -- a web the size of the nine worlds. Power and potential too large to tap entirely, and Loki would have voiced his amazement at the very idea, but he was busy. After the spell.
With Bakura, he was more direct. He took the power and drew it into himself, breathed into his chest. Blinding-white, and it stung his skin, his heart, his bones. He was not the sort meant to wield the light, and the more he held it, the worse it ached.
He opened his eyes, and touched his hands to the runes.
Thurisaz (of power, of destruction), Hagalaz (of terrible, terrifying harnessed energy), Nauthiz (for need, for toil, for resistance) and Perthro -- the last, of mysteries, of investigation. He might as well cast one rune for their true purpose.
He drew the power and directed it, little channels and paths, finesse and talent. A lesser sorcerer may have simply bludgeoned the spell with the power, but Loki used it. He worked the spell to see what this gem was, to understand it's purpose, to locate that flaw within and break it apart, destroy, shatter. First, to see; next, to break.