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The Beach, Sunday, Noon and Slightly Before

Ronan was at the beach waiting for Savannah, ready to help her with the control of her magic. He'd arrived a bit early, separating off a few small areas with shields marked by circles in the sand. Inside each one he'd placed small object, something that wouldn't be missed if it got broken or destroyed: an old mug, a CD scratched beyond repair, a shoe that had lost its partner.

Thankfully, his anger at Savannah had dissipated, thanks in large part to the dance party from Friday night, and his date ~~which is still being played in SP~~ with Bo the night before; it was hard to be angry at her for 'stealing away' Johnny when he was already looking in other directions, after all. ... Well, okay, no, it wasn't, because humans are ridiculously complex and illogical beings; but he was still much more comfortable with what she'd said than he had been before. Comfortable enough that he felt okay helping her; comfortable enough that he felt he'd be able to help her without sabotaging it.

After all, he reminded himself, a soft smile on his face, it wasn't her fault. And he thought that they could probably be good friends, if he'd let them.

[OOC: Up for

walks_two_paths, thread to them locked, please, but feel free to bug Ronan before she shows up; and, of course, beach is otherwise open for all your beach-ly needs.]

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Savannah showed up right on time. She was in jeans and a t-shirt and her hair was -- for once -- pulled back from her face. When she saw Ronan was already there, she gave him a bright smile.

"Hi."

"Hey!" Ronan said, his smile just as bright. "How's it going? Ready to get to work?"

Savannah nodded. "It's going pretty well, started my job yesterday." She was a little bouncy. "I'm definitely ready to get to work."

It hadn't left her mind that the last time she lost her temper and almost lost control of her powers that Wyatt had to grab her and stop her.

Ronan nodded. "Great. So... Uh, to start, I guess I kinda want to know how your powers work. Where they come from, that kind of thing. Just so I know what I'm dealing with."

Savannah thought for a second. "I've never tried to answer that question... they've just always been there. Then when my guardian did the ritual to open me up and bind me to the powers that were apparently a family birthright, everything just got stronger. I can cast anything that I know or read a spell for. If I cast too much or too many of the stronger powers, it weakens me and tires me out."

She bit her lip. "That... doesn't really help, does it?"

"No, it does, it... hrm." He considered his next question. "You say casting spells -- how do your spells work? Like, how do you cast them? Is there a specific language you need to use, or are they driven mentally? Or..."

Savannah shook her head. "As long as I can read or learn the original spell, I can recite it mentally... or ion English or Latin. I'm taking Japanese and plan to incorporate that into my spellwork, too. The more complex the spell, the longer it takes me to learn, and the more I have to prepare for casting it until I know it inside and out."

Ronan nodded. "Okay. Similar and different to mine, then." He considered. "I figured the best place to start would be for me to kind of gauge where you are in terms of power." He gestured to the objects in the circles. "Targets," he added. "Each one's got a different kind of shield on it, I wanted to see how much I might need to protect myself in case things go wrong. Not that I think they will, I mean, but, hey," he added, grinning, hoping she wasn't hurt by this, "you are here to learn control, after all."

Savannah wasn't hurt by this at all. She had seen how her power could hurt someone when she lost control of her emotions and her control.

"So, you want me to use one of my spells to hit the targets? Probably a knock-back spell is better. I haven't really used that one since Umbridge messed with my mind and I got hurt by my own spell."

Figuring that a knock-back was probably exactly what it sounded like, Ronan nodded. "For the first target, anyway, the mug there. It's a slightly weaker shield, but a lot easier to maintain. Go ahead, hit it."

Savannah took a moment to prepare the spell, and then opened her hand, hitting the mug.

[[OOC: Not wanting to mod Ronan's shields, so you can decide how far it goes back. She used the low level spell to start with.]]

Ronan frowned a bit as the spell hit the shield and, for lack of a better word, 'splattered', shifting some of the sand around it. The shield held up, though, not even rocking. "Okay, can you do that stronger?" he asked.

"To the mug?"

She wanted to make sure. She wasn't the best at listening usually, but Ronan was willing to help her with her control, so she would do her best to make sure she was clear on what he needed her to do.

Ronan nodded. "Yeah, maybe... I dunno. Double the power? Does your magic work that way?"

She beamed at him. It was nice to talk to someone about this that understood.

"Yeah, it does."

She was silent for a moment as she recited the spell and sent power flying at the mug.

Ronan grinned as the shield bent under the strain of the stronger spell; if it had been a sustained blast, even for a couple of seconds, he was pretty sure it would have actually broke. "That's good," he said. "I dunno if you can see my kind of magic or anything, but you almost broke it that time. Like, seriously, the tiniest bit stronger, or if it had gone on a little longer, and you would have." He pointed to the next target, the CD. "What about that? Instead of the knockback, what do you have that can actually, like, destroy things? It's a stronger shield, too, so let loose."

Savannah smiled. "I can tell there's magic there, but I can't see it." She let her hands relax at her sides. "I have a few spells for stuff like that. I have fireballs, something like a lightning spell, and something that just explodes when it hits the target."

Ronan nodded. "Try the fireball to start?" he said. "And yeah, like I said, just let loose."

Savannah was beaming when he said to let loose. She had already prepared the spell, and she let a fireball fly at the CD at half the power she usually would use. She didn't want flying pieces to strike Ronan.

Not that they did -- a half-power fireball just fizzled on the shield, doing nothing. Ronan raised his eyebrow. "Surely you can do better than that."

Savannah nodded, and the next fireball she sent out was a little bit more than the normal level she would use.

Ronan's eyebrow went a little higher as the fireball splashed against the shield, again dissipating harmlessly. "Oh, really, that's the best you've got?"

He may or may not be trying to get her angry.

And this would be where Savannah's fear was based in.

She had a temper. She didn't like people thinking that she wasn't capable. She was also afraid she would lose control if she got too angry.

She took a deep breath and doubled the intensity of the fireball, making a soft growl in her throat as she released it.

Ronan was glad he'd pumped more power into the shield, that he was 'holding on' mentally when she threw that fireball; if he hadn't been, the shield would have buckled, if not collapse completely, but as it was it maybe, maybe, just shimmered a little when it was hit. "I'm starting to wonder why you asked for my help," he said, his tone carefully scathing, "if that's all you've got. I don't see any reason to be concerned about controlling it. You're wasting my time."

It was the tone that did it. The tone that caused her to start to lose control of her emotions and therefore her power.

Even though she tried to fight the reaction, Savannah's temper bled into her power when she prepped the next spell. When she was ready, a fireball twice the intensity of the last one went flying... and she immediately started prepping another spell.

Ronan grinned a little, even as he grunted with the effort of holding up a shield against that. "Really, that's it?"

Savannah again doubled the power of the spell she was going to use and her entire frame was shaking as she sent first one, then a second fireball at the CD. She was starting to lose track of her surroundings.

This time? Ronan couldn't hold it; it was all he could do to throw a shield around himself -- and Savannah -- to block any shrapnel.

"... Thanks," he said, softly. "That's what I needed to see."

It took a moment for her to hear him, but when she did, she took a shuddering breath and looked at him. Her eyes were sad. "And that's before I lose control of my emotions completely," she said apologetically.

Ronan nodded slowly. "I'm sorry," he said. "I needed to see how far it could go." He looked at the smoking ruin of CD. "Which is pretty far. So... we can do this two ways: do you want to control your powers, or do you want to control your temper?"

"Is it possible to do both, Ronan?" Her tone was soft. "Because, it's any heightened emotion, not just my temper. I have lost control when I was overwhelmed with grief, too."

"... Helping with your temper itself is probably outside of my ability," Ronan replied, after a moment. "With your powers... yeah, I think I can help," he said. "I'm going to have to see what else I can find, and if you have anything that talks about how your powers work? If there are any books, or anything like that, I mean, I'd like to read them.

"And there's one last thing I'd like to see," he added, pointing at the last target, the shoe. "As much power as you can, when you're not overly emotional. A fireball, I'd say, keeping with the theme."

Savannah smiled faintly. "I don't have anything about how my power works, because I'm an anomally. My mother was a witch and my father a sorceror. That's not a mating that is common or that usually results in children. HOwever, my cousin, Eve could probably tell you some about the way the witch powers work, while my brother, Sean, could tell you how the sorcery works."

She took a deep breath as she prepped a powerful fireball spell. Lord, but she was ging to sleep like a rock tonight from all of the power she was using.

After a moment, she aimed her hand at the shoe and let loose with as much power as she could.

"I'll have to see about talking to them, then," Ronan said. "Might be worth getting them in on this, too, see if they have any more ideas."

The fireball smacked against the shield -- and shattered it, although the shoe itself was left unscathed. Ronan staggered a bit as the spell broke, but he grinned. "Okay, then," he said. "... I think that might be enough for today."

"Sean owns Nast Sporting Goods in town," Savannah supplied. She nodded, showing some signs of fatigue. "I think you're right, it's probably enough. Thank you, Ronan."

Ronan shook his head, as he gathered up the mug and shoe, debated what to do with the CD remnants. "Not at all," he said, smiling. "I'm glad to help."

She'd hug him in gratitude if she didn't think he'd get weird or annoyed by it.

"I think I'm going to go work off some of this energy in the gym. I'll talk to you later?"

"Yeah, definitely," Ronan replied. "Give me a call, we can work out another time to get together."

"Thanks," she said with a smile. "You have no idea how much this means to me, Ronan."

She gave him another smile before turning to jog off.

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