faderift | [ OPEN ] Do you believe in magic?

WHO: Jim Kirk & Anyone
WHAT: Catchall through Harvestmere (October)
WHEN: Timing (backdated, covering a span, etc.)
WHERE: Location
NOTES: Content warnings, OOC notes, links to other relevant posts, etc.

A - The Magic Man's Come and He's Here to Stay
The morning that changed it all had not begun like he'd expected, obviously. It had been rather embarrassing actually (not that he would be recounting that particular part of the story, especially when he would be apologizing for it for the rest of the month most likely). But ever since the change had happened, he began to make regular trips outside of the walls of Skyhold and out into the forests, away from the immediate eyes and ears of the general masses.

After all, he didn't need everyone looking in on him as he pointed his shard-embedded hand at a tree, waiting for something to happen. He felt terribly foolish, but he knew he had shot a beam from his shard - several times, in fact. Whatever was happening, it wasn't a fluke, and he had better learn to control it less it get away from him in a critical moment.

"On!" Pause. "Fire!" Another pause. "Damn it, do something!"

Pew!

"Please don't let that be my trigger phrase...."

B - Listen Up, I Never Say Anything Twice (Classes)
Currently, Kirk run three classes, all at varying times. It made for an interesting schedule, but it kept him busy, and he enjoyed it. All three classes were open to anyone who wished to join, which meant his classes often had mixed skill levels.

Mathematics had Kirk walking between the students, grouping them according to kill level and doing mini-sessions. With the smallest ones or those with no knowledge he focused on the basics, patiently pointing out how to handle the equations. The groups went up from there, and after a bit Kirk clapped his hands to get their attention.

"All right, who wants to play a game?"

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Once math was over, he moved on to the sciences. His focus for right now was an understanding of the human body (he was not comfortable enough in the physiology of the other races to teach it), and overall health, along with natural science such as how weather worked. Really it varied, and every lesson could get easily derailed as students asked questions and he expanded.

"All right, all right - anything else before I move on?"

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And of course there was self defense classes, focusing on hand-to-hand combat. Like his other classes, he paired skill level with skill level. Unlike his other two, he was far more strict here, walking between partners, critiquing and demonstrating.

"Come on, go at it for real!" he called. "This is practice for a real life situation, so better treat it like one!"

C - The Man About Town
When not practicing with his shard or teaching his classes, Kirk was running errands around Skyhold, acting as a sort of courier for businesses. It wasn't the best pay, but it saw him through the days. It meant he ran between businesses in the market and even around the medical tents.

He spent time at the stables as well, working on his horsemanship, or visiting with Boggie. He could often be seen talking to him and petting the bog unicorn, sometimes with his cats, Leonard and Nikita, in tow.

Of course he would make appearances at the tavern, happy to sit and enjoy an evening of music and song with drink in hand. Some nights he could convinced to sing of his strange, other-worldly songs too.

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It was comforting, to say the least. He dealt with enough anti-Rifter sentiment, subtle though it may be, on a daily basis that he usually kept the shard under wraps - literally. Having it out in the open like this made him somewhat nervous, even more so when trying to do some kind of magic with it that he clearly could not control.

He shook his head to the question though. "No, I haven't had the opportunity as of yet," he admitted. He would close a rift if he had to, probably, but he would be the first to admit that it would probably make him uncomfortable. He was all for experimentation and new methods, but he did like understanding a least a little bit of what he was doing, even the theory.

"I've thought I could treat it something like a phaser, but that's not working, obviously. Anything would be helpful at this point."

"What's a phaser?"

The word wasn't familiar to him at all, and his brow wound up furrowing in confusion as a result before he gave up and shook his own head.

"Aye, well, maybe that's not important. It might've been easier to explain if you had closed a rift, but-"

His teeth scraped over his lower lip for a moment as he tried to think how to take what he'd been told and put it into words that might make sense to someone else. A lot of the concepts were magic ones that were a bit over his head, and a part of him wished that the people who could explain those better were here, but maybe Kirk'd have an easier time of picking it up than he had. It was worth having a go at, anyway, and he took a breath and tried again.

"When you do close a rift, you sort of...put your will into it, I guess you could say. At least to start. Once you've done it enough, you can sort of feel a part that you know that you need to move to get it to close. It takes a bit more than that, but that's the sort of idea, aye? And I think the mark's a bit like that when it comes to shooting things, too."

"Oh, it's a type of weapon in my world," he said, not sure how advanced the other was, and trying to adhere to at least part of the Prime Directive about spilling the beans on advanced tech. He had been somewhat looser lipped here than he probably should have been, but it had been to a select few, and he doubted a few words would truly change the fate of this world besides planting some dreams. It wasn't as if they had the actual tech.

He listened intently, looking down at his shard now and then, as if that might help clarify things when of course it did not. The thing was just an inert jewel embedded in his flesh. But the explanation made a sort of sense.

"So treat it more like pulling a trigger for real then," he murmured. "It has to be more deliberate than what I've been doing."

Some sort of...gun, maybe, if he's trying to use the shard like one. That would make sense. He'd been thinking of it like the same thing, more or less, and he nodded, understanding enough that he was able to agree with at least that part of his assessment.

"Yes, more like that. Only you're trying to use your mind to do it. Using a gun's a fair amount easier, if you ask me. Usually even if you've not seen odd types of those before you can figure out where the trigger is without too much trouble."

Like on a laser gun, although that'd taken him a couple of minutes. Still, he'd gotten it in the end, and figuring out the shard had to be like that. He'd never tried to fire a laser gun with his mind, though, and maybe that's where the problem was.

"With this, though, I'd say that I've had the best luck getting to work while I'm in the middle of a fight. I've a friend who's letting me spar with her, and she's able to put up protections so I'll not hurt her while I'm practising. Maybe you'd be able to find someone do to the same with?"

A gun. A phaser. It was a visual he could work with, better than this mindless waving his hand about. He glanced down at the shard again. Well, it wasn't the craziest idea he had ever come up with, so why not? Maybe it would help him concentrate, and if it worked then it worked. Everyone needed their little tricks.

"Perhaps. She's a mage, I assume?" There's no judgement, but it sounds like he would need a mage for that sort of thing.

He turned his back to Jamie, holding out his hand and making the symbol for a gun. It aimed it at the tree, concentrating hard, waiting for some invisible pressure to build up, imagining his finger on the trigger that needed barely seven pounds of pressure to pull it back. Pull, pull, bang!

_Pew!

Kirk blinked and looked down at his hand and then to the tree and then to Jamie.

"You saw that, right?"

"Aye, and very tall. With horns, too. You can't miss her."

That sort of thing's never bothered him though, unless it's something that's trying to kill him. Korrin's never fallen into that category - and her only her magic is something he's had to get used to. He's glad he has, though, for a few reasons.

"You know that barrier that some of the mages can put up? She'll do that, and I'll shoot it and she'll be fine."

Unlike the tree, maybe, although it's probably not in any real danger from that shot. It is visible enough that it catches Jamie's attention, his head abruptly turning as the beam leaps out from Kirk's hand - and then, just as suddenly, nodding in agreement.

"Hey, so I did! Did you mean to do that one?"

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