A set of larger footprints, the shape foreign to anything Eleanor had previously seen, caught her eyes. Idly scanning them as the group passed by, she wondered what would create such prints... Then, her peripherals caught the woman in front of her turn to speak. "Oh, just getting used to the controls. Learning what my tools are capable of. Testing limits." Eleanor responded, eyes glancing around the forest, then back up towards the woman in front of her, offering a brief glance towards the man at her side. A hint of caution still lingered in her mind, like a cat's perked ears, prepared for sudden response. "Yes, I am a bit new to this." "Would I be correct to say that you are not very new to this?" She spoke to @The Admiral. "And you?" Another glance towards @Rory Ulric. Eleanor let investigation mode drop, bringing her fingers down from her temple and slipping the palm into her pocket. The girl spoke rather quietly, even if there was a rather sharp pronunciation in her each of her words. There were some more of these inconsistencies to be found, for anyone who ventured further into knowing her.
"I'm about as new as you." he would say looking down at her bluntly before continuing "I just got lucky." after finishing Rory would look ahead, looking bored...but in reality, he has no clue what to say or do. He's never been in this type of social situation, the only thing close would be walking down a hall way in complete silence to the arena. Rory took a gulp and tried to look confident and not socially awkward as he looked around calmly, which was actually an endevour not to make eye contact. What does he say? He never really talked to girls are talked to people normally besides his friends, martial art people, and his family. He looked back forward, hoping that this girls would ask questions instead of him talking...maybe this girl actually knew about magic? "Do you know how you got magic?" Rory would ask, he was curious on the subject and maybe he'ed find out.
As much as it pained Eleanor, one who strove to know the answer to most reasonable questions, she responded to the man with a brief shrug of her shoulders. "Often, if I concentrate, I can produce results." Although her words were vague, the woman in blue accompanied the explanation with a physical display. Shifting her left hand in front of her, a dim, lavender glow emanated from the palm. What appeared to be sparks jumped at an unusually drawn-out fashion from finger to finger. "I wouldn't really call it magic though." She sighed, recounting within her mind the past experiences with the ability. Most of these memories were utter failures, so it seemed. "More accurate to name it an unreliable party trick." As the evidently displeased expression washed through her, Eleanor's hand dropped back into her pocket, the glow fading away. To her standards, her magical competence was more a source of self-resentment than anything. She considered it a major reflection of her overall weakness. "Though, it's stronger than my fists, I suppose." Another agonizing shrug resounded with a sigh. Dismissing this, she supposed flattery was somewhat in order. "Though not as strong as yours, that is for certain." Eleanor spoke to the one who lead in front, bowing her head in respect to the woman who had saved her, and apparently saved the other among them as well.
Perhaps she had misread the situation? Rory's interest in Eleanor might not have been interest at all, for the man remained socially awkward and aloof... but in a general sense; not as though it were that woman's presence that made him that way. Sighing within her own mind, she slowed her pace so that the others could catch up to her and listened to them make some of the most basic small talk she could image. He wasn't all that strong. She couldn't use her magic. Really? Stopping, she raised a hand to bid them hold still as well, looking the two new players over carefully. "Is there not a tutorial in your menu?" she asked, frowning at the sparks that @Eleanor Loan managed to create with her glowing hands. She gently grabbed Eleanor's wrists and tugged her hands up out of her pockets, examining the slender digits carefully and without warning in her own gauntlet covered hands. "Perhaps they're like a circuitry," she mused allowed, flexing some of the fingers carefully and pushing them together before pulling them apart. "Have you tried a few different hand signs, like those silly motions done in movies and games? It could be that your palm alone is like the battery, and you need to place your hands together in certain... patterns, like the wiring or a device, to send power to all the proper places for all the proper things. And then your incantation should be the programming to execution the function." She released Eleanor's hands, waving at her own armored body. "Give it a try... test a few things out, and see what you can hit me with. Promise I'll be fine."
Suddenly, the party seemed to come to a stop. Eleanor, eyes previously idly scanning her surroundings, came to a precise halt to their previous activity. It seemed without much warning, the woman leading approached her, taking hold of her wrist, and then proceeding to toy with her fingers. Her hand being taken made her relatively uncomfortable, but not too unnerving for the unsociable girl. "I mean..." She wasn't exactly sure how to answer the question referencing the tutorial option. "I prefer to learn through action." Eleanor, in all games she played, seemed to despise tutorials. It always seemed to create so much additional exploration and education. If she learned without training wheels, her techniques would be unique. Still, she had to figure this power out, one way or another. So far, casually trying to decipher out whenever a situation conveniently arose did not seem to be working out quickly enough. She decided to speak up on the subject of hand position. "Ehm. Yeah... Sort of like this." Eleanor positioned her hand, with her index and middle fingers extended. The other fingers curled down, tucked beneath her thumb. As she concentrated, wispy, slow moving sparks seemed to jump between her two fingers. "You sure?" As the other seemed to gesture towards herself, as if indicating herself as practice dummy, Eleanor did not really consider that the best of ideas. Although... If she consented to it all. "Alright... If you say so." Pooling her energy, Eleanor gave a cautious glance towards Rory, before facing her target. The rim of her hat reached closer towards blocking her eyes, as she lowered her head. With one hand bracing the wrist of the other, charging her power was like pulling back a rubber band. Too much, and it might snap. So she waited... And then released. Again, it was like shooting blind. Whether the shot hit or not, Eleanor was not very aware. Perhaps it was dead on target. Perhaps it had flown into the sky.
((So sorry guys, College and social stuff kicking me ass)) Rory backed up, she was going to do magic. His eyes widened as she began to cast, it was amazing. Rory smiled slightly, if you could combine that with swordsmanship, you could down right make yourself a magic fighter! In reality, Rory would never dream of something like that, he just held it in fantasy, but in this world? He could be a magic knight! How cool would that be. He ducked as she cast it, watching it hit Admrial. He smiled wider as he stared at his hand and began to concentrate. He would just stare and concentrate really really hard. Waiting for something, anything at all into he was red in the face before scowling and making hand motions in the air, from waving, pushing, shadow bunnies, anything to make it happen as the group was at stop. Eventually he would take a couple of deep breaths, this wasn't working for him. He would then say, while bent over or walking during his break "Is one born with magic or can one learn magic?" he asked with a raised brow, as he was now very intrigued by the concept. While waiting he would look around and look at his friends, it seems the Admrial was probably ok, she wouldn't ask to take a blow if she couldn't take it...unless she was suicidal but he doubted it. The other chick seemed she knew little, if anything at all about magic, hopefully she had answers to his questions. Meaning, for one to know magic means that one learnt about it right?
