[CLOSED-ish] Not what teacher said to do

[heirring]

WHO: Characters involved in the lyrium-anchor experiment.
WHAT: Catch-all for experiments and other moments exploring the relationship between lyrium, anchors, and Rifters.
WHEN: Now through the end of fantasy!November
WHERE: The Gallows, the old Project Felandaris office.
NOTES: OOC Information. Content warnings: Human experimentation, needles, drug use, references to addiction, some optional light body horror and memory share, etc. Please include warnings in the subject lines of your threads if applicable.

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[heirring]

As a matter of fact, Wysteria doesn't know. She might say something to this effect—Yes she has heard that sort of thing is important to certain kinds of people before; how good, Mister Talis, that you've found an outlet for the impulse (for imagine! Wanting to rush off with only a great big animal for company; there are not at all the same thing as having a partner for conversation, and if you can't have conversation then surely it doesn't actually count as company)—

But the crackle of the anchor understandably draws the point of her attention.

She straightens considerably in her seat. Scratches a brisk note on the facing page pinned to her slate.

"Now that is compelling." Moreso than griffons. She jams her pen back behind her ear. Into the wound braid of her hair, maybe? Hard to say, save that it definitely appears to disappear entirely.

"How often do you use your anchor, and in what capacity? Have you only used it to close rifts?"

[pathlit]

The steadily rising adrenaline demands more than paltry leg-bouncing. Jayce rises, mindful of maintaining the physical distance between them. "I haven't used it at all."

Now, he's opening his hand with more oomph; this thin field of energy flares in kind, edges snapping oxygen with a hungry air. "This degree of reactivity wasn't present when it interacted with the Thaumosphere," which had contained a sliver of lyrium within its globe.