“So, for a start, how does your Unleash work?” John wanted to know and as an answer received the information straight into his brain. Undine did vow to communicate more, but it appeared she was eting the limits of her social batteries. Also, this was way more efficient.
As a fellow introvert, he understood. Although recent weeks may have given a random onlooker the idea that John was quite talkative, if they actually looked a bit closer, they would have found that he spent most of his ti with his mouth shut.
When grinding, he was mostly talking only to give orders; when at ho, he was flirting around, but when given the choice, he was spending a lot of ti just sitting with his girls or gaming, with about 10 words per minute falling.
While Sylph was the aspect of him that liked talking (and constantly did so), Undine was the complete opposite. She probably would have continued in her silent ways if John and everyone else didn’t urge her to co out of her shell so more. If such thinking could even be applied to his elentals. They were their own people, they were just attached to him by the soul.
Whatever they did, an introvert simply needed ti for recharging. This was best done by not speaking at all for a bit. Therefore, John let this slide and, instead, concentrated on understanding what he just learned.
It was a long and complicated process of rearranging her magical structure through the constant use of her regenerative powers on others and her defensive tools in general. As she burned through more mana, a residue of it would build up inside her, eventually bursting through and creating a polarizing shift or a massive burst in montary power.
To put it simply, once she had used her magic enough, being primarily defensive and healing spells, she unleashed like a sudden flood, turning her into a potent damage dealer for a short duration. Alternatively, she could channel that power into one stronger heal.
Not only was this good in and of itself, she could also use that unleashing whenever she wanted, given that the condition was fulfilled, of course. It wasn’t one of those horrible chanics that forced one to use them the second they were ready. Although there was no extra power to it if she waited longer.
A long story short, Undine’s unleashing was exactly what he would want in a healer. She could heal them just fine all the ti, and if she had healed them enough, she could either flip to deal damage and help get them out of a bad situation or heal them all so that they could do that themselves. On top of that, she now also had access to things like that defensive bubble. Tier 4 was nothing to sniff at, unsurprisingly.
Undine, in the anti, had finally flowed off him. The process left his jacket clean of sli (and pretty much every other minor bit of dirt that had been on it) and dry. She may have been made out of a liquid, but she evidently did not leave herself everywhere just because her new form looked a bit drippier.
“You ready to try and beco an item?” John asked. Undine nodded and took his hand. She was nervous, not because she was about to transform, but because of sothing else. Both of her palms closed around his right hand, the only item slot he had open anyhow.
Despite touching each other, her palms didn’t flow together. Sli physiology made very little sense; all John knew was that inside this blue jelly was a consciousness intertwined with his, a connection that grew more intense by the second.
He readily embraced this developnt, their minds intertwining like they had last when Undine had told him, and only him, everything and not for weeks prior to that. It was refreshing, like a glass of clear, cold water in a spring noon. It filled his mind with satisfaction.
Then Undine let go of her current form, and John’s right hand was suddenly covered in a glove. It was of a midnight blue, the sa colour as the stubby horns that grew from Undine’s head, and reflected the sunlight on its latex-like surface. From the tip of John’s little fingers down to the far end of the glove just below his elbow, where it beca thinner and finally just stopped being, the red scars wound over the surface.
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