Osha's Clothing

Rai cracks his knuckles briefly as the shadows around the room seem to shake a moment. Everything went still. the view of the outside world through the bars of the cell seemed to halt completely. The grand illusion began.

The entierty of reality seemed to shatter, breaking away like a shattered mirror as everything became blackness. Nothingness at first, then two spots of light, one upon Rai standing in the middle of it all, the other upon Osha, standing across from himself.

The man rose his hand towards the girl, a third light appearing between them around her Gi, the cloth floating at their surprisingly level chest height. His mouth began to open as though speaking words to the woman, his face denoting them to likely be kind words, with the smile upon his face. THough in place of words and sounds coming from his lips, all that came forth was a fog-like light, each word cresting tiny runic symbols that slowly grew larger and larger, three symbols repeating themselves sofinely detailed that one might think them the scripture of the gods themselves.

The symbols flowed like a growing beam towards the ground beneath the them, the final symbol sticking within the full beam of light, slowly turning a deep red like magma. His memory of her spells did not falter, though his rendition of their delivery..

The white of the beam of light opened, revealing earthen walls beneath, a vissue caked in stone and filled with the raw molten iron and slag of magma. The ground beneath them began to tremble as he spoke, true words that reverberated from all driections.

"Don't be afraid, it will all work out in the end."

The shaking of that which was their world in this moment ceased as the sound of crumbling stone was followed by the eruption of the fissure, magma and volcanic ash spewing forth over the clothing, runic light shining through the darkness as lightning passes through the black clouds of earth and metal.. Though nothing ever fell back to the ground, fading from existence when it reached too high.

Slowly the eruptions ceased entirely, the smog clearing. Though the fissure remained unchagned. Her clothing remained floating in the air, though it's outer layer glowed with runic leylines like magma cresting a volcano's magma chanels, within the clothing, runic symbols remained unseen for visual appeal and efficiency, only coming to light in contact with the young woman's mana and will to fight, what was normally runes of white for many in their search for vitality, was runes of reddish orange. The first of it's kind, the illusionist's first strength rune.

The world around them faded to darkness slowly, then with a blink of an eye, it was normal once more, the shirt where it had been left, their standing never changing.