Holy Dev with Gwyn / Arno (1)

"A-Astounding, Jamey. I didn't expect you to work that fast. Incredible."

The Mana Amnesia is taken into their hands; stared at for a while, before placing it into their cloak with a warm, hearty smile. Their blind gaze can be seen shifting to Jamey, before offering a nod.

"Well, I do suppose a deal is a deal, then. We can begin your first lesson, now."

Steps can be seen taken towards one of several crates, before the figure's hood is lowered. The golden flame that once wicked within the immediate proximity of their visage would soon extinguish, to show their otherworldly pale skin; eyelids stitched shut, with a large gash trailing from their right eyelid down to their jawbone, a memoir of a fight with a demon.

In their hand, a sphere of gleaming magic can be seen; not quite light, for it could be felt, as well as seen. There were a radiance to it that offered a sense of beauty and safety. Willpower, embodied into something physical.

"A common misconception, is that Holy magic is solely focused on those around you, and te betterment of other lives. It were my sister who taught me otherwise, and aided me in the achievement of this magic, truthfully."

"Holy magic is more than bettering that which is around you; all magic comes from within. One must better themselves, before they can better those around them. Is that fair to believe, Jamey?"
(Gwyn)
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She'd nod, "Of course, I'd only expect as much."

She went along with the lesson, waiting for the keywords that would help her in her training, but truthfully she'd heard them all before. During Alya's brief self-explanation on the subject, while with The Faith, or even in her own studies. She'd come to know the mind-set well, she followed it like a code, but she still struggled to learn. (she wasn't sure why that was, in her mind it was because she'd tried to learn without a teacher, hoping having one could be what finally pushes her into understanding the techniques; enough to cast them)

She waited patiently then for him to continue.
(Jamey)
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"Of course! That's because it's true."

There were a pause, before the mans hands splay out, revealing more orbs that would begin to swirl in a circle, creating a soft, golden flame that burned hotter than any brazier in Theria; despite being only the size of a matchstick!

"You see; my beginning of Holy Magic was standing up for those I loved. When Bastiel removed us from Theria, I decided I was going to fight. In that sense of purpose, I found justice. I found hope; and in those emotions, I found holy magic."

"Holy magic... Is not related to one's ability to simply cast magic; it's different than that! It's strength is reliant on one's character, and one's willpower entirely. Even the weakest of mages, can become the grandest of holy practitioners!"

"Now, did you have any questions?"
(Arno Kriemhild)
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She thought then on that, holding her chin as she looked at Arno with a tilted head, it was odd. She'd heard the typical story of holy magi who had reached their abilities through a state of mine or purpose; however, when mention of Bastiel came she recalled being beaten by him and shamed for her weakness. She thought his removal was something righteous, it was something she experienced the worst of, and his personal experience in that shared-time made his experience resonate deeper within her than most had yet to do much at all. She held onto that righteous, good feeling, that calm but celestial shine.

She'd nod, "Odd, your purpose is a familiar source of emotion. B-But, no I didn't have any questions."

She'd continue to float, but she'd sit on the space beneath her feet. She tried to relax, to embrace that glow. That warm, but righteous feeling. She looked at him then ready to learn more.

"Hmm..."
(Jamey)
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"...Just do what you feel right, and don't fear the consequences. You'll find yourself not only having a stronger willpower; but confindent, too!"

A smile is offered to the girl.

"That concludes our first lesson. Come find me again; and I'll teach you how to tap into your willpower, to actually cast out exorcist energies!"
(Arno Kriemhild)
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[21:18] Jamey says, "Oh..."
[21:18] Jamey says, "Alrighty, I'll find you then."
[21:18] Jamey says, "Thank you for the lesson."
[21:18] Arno Kriemhild exclaims, "Of course. Take care, and thanks again, Jamey!"