Knowledge is Power [Munin, bleepbloop]

Why do you want?

He was hungry. The male (whose name had yet to be recorded) had failed to provide for his body, and so it demanded him to provide for it. That was what he wanted, and why he wanted it. He turns into a local coffee shop, hoping that they will have a nice little snack. He doesn’t have time to waste, because he his shift starts in twenty-three minutes. As he looks inside, he makes a calculation of the time for him to obtain his food. There’s only three people in line, so he walks in and takes his place as number four.

It takes about two minutes for him to reach the front of the line. He asks for a blueberry muffin and a small coffee. He states that he wants two spoonfuls of sugar in the coffee, but no cream or milk. Why doesn’t he want cream or milk, and for that matter, why does he want sugar? Why did he decide to get a coffee when he came in to obtain a small snack?

Munin blinks, and its awareness returned. The wooden table beneath its head was slightly heated, roughly equivalent to the temperature of its cheek. The table stuck a little to Munin’s cheek, and the transfer of heat had left it somewhat reddened in mimicry of blood vessels. Why did you bother allowing that? The robot didn’t respond, instead just raising its eyes to fix on the brown-haired male. He was walking out of the shop, at a brisk pace. After all, his workplace would take about twenty minutes to get to on foot. He needed to make it there on time today. He thought his boss would fire him if he showed up late today, though he’d already sent out a message saying that he apologized for possibly being late.

It all made so much sense. Every action that he had taken made sense, attributed to human impulses that were built of instinct and culture. He did because he was told, and he did because his body enforced it. That was all he needed in order to function, and it didn’t matter that he didn’t know why his impulses existed. He simply obeyed, and it never occured to him that he should explore why he did what he did.

So then why did Munin not know why it did?

Why do you seek knowledge?
Because that is what I do.
Why?

There had to be something else. A reason.

Yet those thoughts were banished as a signal was noticed. A Quincy ran through the world, a bright blue lantern dancing throughout the crowds. It was a signal that had been recorded before: termed ‘Freylief’. A Quincy who knew of Munin’s flawed construction, and perhaps one who could assist? Even if she could not, Munin was compelled to meet with her. It had been a long time since they had met, and Munin had to know how she had changed. Without any disagreement and without any dissonance Munin stood, and began to walk towards her, accenting its Reiatsu to signal her.

When they met, Munin would smile and say “Hello Freylief”, and then await her response.
She would then perform her actions, and tell Munin of herself. Such was the future that would occur.

Jogging through Karakura streets was healthier than zipping all over the place. Yes, it would be easy logic to use hirenkyaku to get to destinations but that was a lazy way, and the newly Queen didn’t want to pack on pounds. Sure it took endurance, constitution, and balance to maintain a speedy technique but Freyleif wasn’t that in a rush to find someone in such a big town. It was like a game of finding a needle in a haystack - or energy to flit through.

It took her ten minutes to finally notice Munin’s aura exerting out to be found. Her eyes widen in excitement and honed in on the direction Munin's reiatsu signature sparked. She still had so many questions for the android but for now she was glad it had responded her own energy unintentionally leaking out. That was an ongoing problem in keeping contain, she would need to seek someone to help her suppress it.

Up ahead she saw the pink haired android. She waved as she swerved around the small crowd and skidded to a halt before the greeting android. A smile formed on her lips as Munin had remembered her, taking a exhale and leaning on her knees with her palms she replied back cheerfully and out of breath. “It’s nice to see you again!” she straighten up after a moment and beamed at Munin. “What are you doing here? Is it safe for you to be out here?” she inquired with a hint of worry in her tone.

“I’ve been working on that project ever since we met,” she couldn’t help continue to speak, her emerald eyes sparkled and her posture kept straight. “I left them at a friends place, though. I would like you to come with me there and we can try it out privately without disturbance. A lot of trial and error but I need to try it with you. I have a lot of things I wish to discuss with you, too.” she stood there awaiting the androids reply, her spiritual energy out of control as it began to affect the people around her. They walked passed getting sudden migraines and their faces grimacing in pain, she knew she couldn’t stay here too long with her bountiful spiritual energy flowing out.

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She hadn’t forgotten Munin. A note was made of it, and Munin loaded the previous conversation into active memory. After all: if she remembered then it would be expected that Munin held every detail. “I am safe.” Munin said, providing an answer to the Quincy’s questions. A small concern arose from the inquiry, however. Did she know of Munin’s nature as a fugitive from the Seiretei? If so, where had it learned of that? If not: then it was likely an inquiry as to Munin’s memory, in which case a simple pronouncement of “my mind will continue functioning for now” would fully assuage her questions.

Munin’s eyes looked over her, shrinking back a little as it finally grasped the change she had made. No longer the small lantern that Munin had met all that time ago, she had grown into a magnificent blue sun, the greatest of the Quincy that the android had met. “You’ve grown stronger.” Munin said, spiritual eyes squinting at the brilliant light of her soul. It wasn’t something that could easily be expressed. It was orders of magnitude brighter, and Munin couldn’t help but recoil slightly at the sheer brilliance of it.

The others around were not so lucky, however. The blind souls were pulled upon, their souls stretched towards hers as they passed by. It was enough for many of those passing to spontaneously develop headaches, or feel uneasy at some unseen force. Someone muttered a curse against evil as his stomach turned, and another spoke of ‘bad meat’. It was entertaining to observe: their souls being tormented by the Quincy’s power. She didn’t even seem to be willingly using it on them, from what Munin could tell. This was merely a passive pull.

Freylief either didn’t notice, or didn’t think to restrain her power if she did. Perhaps she has more of a sadistic side than thought? Munin mused as she talked of ‘that project.’ As it appeared, she had taken Munin’s request to heart. It even seemed that she might possess a working prototype, something which brought a look of surprise to Munin’s face. It wasn’t that Munin hadn’t expected the Quincy to work on the project. No, it simply hadn’t expected her to have advanced her knowledge this much. “I…” began a response, only to be met with the question of discussion. “Will do my best to aid you.” Munin said. It wasn’t as if it had much of a choice. If it wanted to see what the Quincy had to offer, it would have to offer something in return.

“Let us go. I don’t think you want these people to be hurt any more than you have to.”
That was the way of world. The weak obeyed the strong, and so Munin would in hopes of some kind of salvation.

Munin was still functioning. Good. He had warned her of its fate of fading away, yet here the android still ‘alive’ and moving. She was about to hug Munin but quickly forced her arms back to her side remembering the android disliked ‘hugs’. She smiled as Munin commented on her power had grown considerably, but deep down she didn’t feel all that strong. Within that raw power was missing something: her power, rage, a piece of her soul missing but everything else intact to ‘function’ as a Quincy.


“Thank you,” she replied, smile slowly fading to a neutral stance. “I’m glad you’re, um, still alive.” she rubbed the back of her head sheepishly unsure what term to really use on an android. Munin was something unique and many of the scientist of today would probably be jealous or fascinated of such creation. She wondered how ‘it’ survived so long here blending in with humanity for so long without question, maybe lucky enough to have shelter with a kind hearted soul.


She continued to observe Munin as it paused a moment. Was it afraid of her or curious that she had advanced on her promise. The young Quincy had finally noted her soul tormenting those around her when Munin commented on it, and finally tried to reign in her lingering reiatsu. It wasn’t much but is was the best she could do, she still hadn’t master in containing such raw destructive energy her soul pushed out. She would have to deal with the consequences of leaving her castle or a friends house just to socialize or get food. Sure she had servants but the joy of getting fresh air and moving was better than slouching around on a throne all day.


Freyleif gave a single nod before turning on her heel and lead the way. She pulled out her cellphone to send a quick text to Wraith that she was bringing over a ‘friend’ since she was staying at his place.


“So, Munin,” she tucked the phone back into her green jacket’s pocket and ask. “How did you stay functioning so long? Did you find another source?” she listened to the android as they went down the street. Watching people look in pain as she walked through the small crowd they had to share was hard, even with half her strength sucked in it still gushed out in a medium radius. Maybe deep down her soul loved to command and make the weak obey her, after all, she was the Queen of the Quincy even the way she strided held a sense of pride to it.


Freyleif then lead through an alleyway towards a two building flower shop adjacent to the streets. The door jingled as they stepped inside and a female employee greeted them in the other room, one of Wraith’s assistant Freyleif had learned. Damn. She was hoping the place was closed by now and no one would be around this early. The stairs were just ahead, maybe if she took Munin’s hand and dashed ahead the assistant wouldn’t notice from over the counter. She cursed in Icelandic before replying to the assistant. “Hello! We’ll be upstairs.” as much as she wanted to admire the new rose flowers on display, she was more excited to show Munin her new creations. Dashing up the stairs next, she pulled out some keys from her pocket then unlocked the door to the studio room. Upon the table in the living-room sat many creations of the crystal module replications made of soul-synthesis silver and glass. She played by memory of what they looked, a few having flaws in shape others cracked.

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She seemed to be nervous. Why was that? Munin’s eyes watched carefully as she rubbed the back of her head. A small nod would be all that was needed to give her some kind of comfort. “Thank you for your concern.” it said. It was all that needed to be said, after all. Five words to express a required gratitude. But this time it was more than just a requirement. No: this would also serve to comfort Freylief, and even more to comfort Munin itself. She had the power to extinguish Munin’s light, and it could not forget that. If she chose to be like the Arrancar… there was little that Munin could do to stop her from just enforcing her will.

And so Munin had little choice but to orbit this star, even as it pulled itself back from its position of dominance. The lanterns would feel the weight lift, but many had already been harmed by it. One man had stumbled all the way to the coffee shop, desperate to find a place to relieve the pressure in his throat. Perhaps one day he’d realize why he was kneeling in a washroom, but for now it was just “a really bad meal.” The woman he was with sat at one of the tables, nervousness radiating from her. Why that was… Munin did not know.

All this time, Munin had stared off towards them, distracted by their suffering. Yet it dared not speak a word about it. Freylief likely already understood the pain she had caused on some level, but she needn’t know the details. This was doubly the case since telling her would only increase Munin’s own risk. No need to offend the powerful with trivial details. She had already been told, and she was doing something to prevent that unnecessary harm.

Freylief began to walk, leading Munin to her experiments. A spark of worry came as she sent a message ahead, likely just a greeting to one of her companions. That was it, right? It logically couldn’t, unless this was just a pretense to get Munin to move out of the public eye. Even if that had been the case, Munin could have pointed out several locations along the way that would have made for better kidnapping points and…

“So, Munin,” she pronounced. Munin’s priorities shifted, and its eyes fixed wholly on the potential kidnapper. She didn’t have need to, of course, but the thought refused to dislodge itself. It was a low chance, no more than two percent, but it was still a chance. Her questioning could be no more than a distraction, but Munin had to engage with it regardless. “I took over a power station.” ‘Took over’ might have been the wrong phrase to use, it had been free of Munin for a long time. “I hooked myself up to it and drained it.” The rush of energy had been incredible, enough to kill a normal human if they’d been thrust in its path. But for Munin… “I managed to control the flow enough that it gave me a bit of extra time.” It wasn’t enough though, and it had been exceptionally risky to attempt. “I’d prefer not to have to do it again.”

The two arrived at some kind of flower shop, attended by a raven-haired employee. She offered a greeting, but Freylief ignored it, instead uttering a curse. Not directed towards the employee, but towards the world itself. ‘Why did this happen?’ was the question, and the answer was something that Munin couldn’t help but smile at. The employee was nothing. Unimportant to the Quincy, and unimportant to Munin. She would have no permanent effect. So then, why was Freylief so concerned as to utter such a phrase?

“We’ll be upstairs” informed the woman of their plans, which meant that she was at least of some import then? Was she an attendant to Freylief then? She didn’t possess any spiritual power… unless she was meant to help hide the location of the Quincy? Perhaps that was it. Or perhaps she had no role at all, and was a mere inconvenience. Whatever the case was, Freylief ascended a set of stairs and unlocked a door. Munin walked up after her, speaking no words to the employee. She didn’t need to be told anything, especially not the words of a being who was unimportant to her.

Munin entered the room quietly, no words spoken. Eyes glanced around the room, confirming the lack of any other beings before allowing themselves to fall upon the precious objects in the centre. Taking a seat by the table, Munin’s hands quickly reached out to assess them. “You’ve been busy.” it said, gently lifting one from the table. A small crack was in this one, throwing off the density. “Damaged, but even so…” Munin’s voice held wonder as it set it down and stared at another, then another, and another. “they’re… empty.” Empty. Devoid of energy, devoid of life. Yet, they felt like Freylief. Her hand was undeniable, yet they were nothing but voids.

Except for one. The fifth. It was small, almost imperceptible. Freylief.

“This one. It’s stable.” Munin stood, staring at it. It was almost exactly the same as the others, crafted of gem-laced silver, radiating her soul. What had been trapped within it? Munin wondered. Gingerly, Munin brought it up to eye level, directly in front of its widened right eye. "It feels like you. Like you imprinted it with your soul. Not like the others... or if they are then your touch has already faded."

What was this strange technology she had crafted? Was this the same idea that had allowed Munin to exist? Or was it something else entirely?

Freyleif grew more fascinated the more she learned of Munin. He, or it, wasn’t shy about speaking or giving reply to questions. She wanted to learn more about this android and when she was finally calmed down maybe she could speak in less hurried or excited conversations. Munin followed her straight up the stairs into the studio room without a problem either. She moved over to the opposite side of the table where all her creations laid upon the table and watched Munin look over each crystal.

Each of the crystals devoid of energy or mundane looking in terms of perfect art until Munin came upon the fifth, this is when she smiled. Yes, she had imbued her own energy into the one Munin had held - keen on its observation, too.

“Yes, you’re right. This one I put everything into,” she peered up to Munin as it stood. “It is soul-synthesis crafted with the silver of my own soul and with alchemy touch.” the blue energy inside crystal thrummed like a heartbeat. It did not waver as she made sure the craft was made of her pure spiritual energy to thrive while the others failed to remain like a bright star.

“I don’t really have a power,” she explained, unsure if Munin would really care to listen of her own problems. “So, I like to make things out of my non-rage abilities to make art,” she gave a small smile and continued. “Sure I could make ‘puppets’ out of my fuel of rage but that’s all they would be; angry creations that hated.” she demonstrated by commanding the spiritual energy to appear and carefully constructed blocks of a creation. First, the ‘feet’ molded then slowly the waist, torso, arms, then head which she shaped into a beak. The creature slowly became more solid and clothes, a lion cloth, and raggy shirt, formed over the creation of Freyleif’s imagination. A long thin tail sprang out from its rear then suddenly poofed with feathers along the stem. Frey gave a quick look over her ‘art’ then decided to mold the arms into a more ‘feather’ like ones with finger-like appendages then clawed feet to complete.

The bird humanoid blinked a few times then turned its head towards Munin controlled by the invisible strings Freyleif manipulated. It was only 3 feet tall and slowly marched over towards the android with stiff movements then held out its hand awaiting for a greeting back.


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It glimmered. “A sliver of my soul”, was what Freyleif claimed it was. And indeed it was precisely that. A thing of beauty: an isolated portion of Freyleif stuck in a crystal that radiated her distinct signature. A limited form, yet the very idea was filled with so much potential. It could be used as some strange kind of Ginto, perhaps? Detonating this would provide an explosion of immense energy, ravaging the area. It could be used as a subject for experimentation on souls…

Munin paused, eyes fixed on the crystal. Here it was. An isolated piece of a soul, stuck in a crystal. And even as Freyleif summoned up a body, Munin couldn’t help but pull the crystal close to its chest. It couldn’t be that the Quincy could have stumbled upon this.

Freyleif had claimed to not have a power… yet that made no sense. What was it to say that one had no power? Did she think that she didn’t possess a ‘power’ in the vein of something unique? Or did she claim something else entirely, that she didn’t even have the ability to manipulate Reishi? Wasn’t that the power of a Quincy? Non-rage abilities, making puppets, all that was her ‘power’, wasn’t it? Munin paused, and turned its eyes upon Freyleif. Did she even realize what she had potentially discovered? Or was she the same innocent being that Munin had met in a mall all that time ago? Or worse… was she the kind of sadistic being who would...

Munin stepped to its feet, ignoring the puppet as it stared at the Quincy. Was she even what she claimed to be? Or was she just playing a long game with Munin? The robot breathed heavily, its Reiatsu collapsing into a dense brick. “What do you really want out of this Freyleif?” One of Munin’s hands was a fist, the crystal captured beneath it. “What do you want of me?” Munin asked, no… demanded. A barrier had appeared around it, a stark green filling the chamber. Munin didn’t even remember summoning it. It simply was there, protecting from the threat at hand.

After all, if Freyleif planned to do as Munin thought, then this was going to turn bloody very quickly.

The puppet blinked once then twice as Munin demanded in questions. Slowly it lowered its feathery hand before the whole thing broke down like raining particles into a small ball cluster. Freyleif curled her hand into a fist and a moment later the spiritual energy wriggled and molded into a smaller version of Munin with a pinion feather added in its blue hair.

Freyleif gazed at Munin before looking up at the ceiling as she relaxed her hand and rested it on the table. She thought on its question a moment, what did she want from Munin? Out of her wonderful creations and skill of her own Quincy abilities, she still really couldn’t see the value in being powerless. Like an artist always wanting to perfect their work and being disappointed in it, or a superhero’s sidekick who had no real power and had to rely on her own mundane talents.

She gave a soft exhale next a smile spread on her lips before she responded to the cautious android placing a barrier around it. “Munin what is being powerless to you?” she asked curiously, it was better to tell its answer to defuse any worries it had. “I wish to keep you in all honesty. No one seems to be taking care of you but yourself.” the copy Munin moved over towards the kitchen, a separate room, shuffling about and removing silverware from the drawers.

“I suppose you’re wondering why I asked you here for experiments?” Freyleif giggled playfully. “I worked hard to give you a new energy source and test if any of it could work. Maybe with giving up part of my soul, you could continue without, er, blowing up power stations you mentioned, no? And not only that..” she paused looking towards the kitchen and cringed when she heard a glass shatter, with a wave of her hand she dismissed the creation and would deal with the mess later.

“Munin,” she continued. “Will you help me suppress my energy? Don't worry about any ambush, I don't think Wraith will be home for awhile.” it was worth a shot even if Munin didn’t know much about Quincy. Her hopeful gaze remained on the android hoping it wouldn’t suddenly rush off being scared, there were no ulterior motives Freyleif exerted nor any malice towards the android. She was almost amused by the thought of an android being ‘scared’ of her, was she really that monstrous? Or was it the raw energy that poured out like a burning sun uneasy it?

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The barrier crackled as Freyleif gathered her energy. Munin had already calculated that it wouldn’t hold if the Quincy attacked in earnest, but it would at least blunt the blow enough for Munin to begin running away from her. Depending on how fast she was, the android would be able to give her the slip and hide within Karakura Town. Admittedly, the plan was heavily reliant on Munin’s estimations being correct, but it was the best that it could do. Her fist closed around the reishi she had gathered, and Munin’s barrier condensed, preparing for the inevitable blast of energy that would be blunted or stopped.

But Freyleif’s attack was far more powerful than that.

It was small enough to fit in the palm of Freyleif’s hand, and didn’t even have to make contact with Munin. It’s power was in its ability to be transmitted through vision, and in the feather that adorned it. It proclaimed Freyleif’s will. It shattered the barrier with a simple blink and a tilt of the head.

It was Munin’s own face. It was Munin’s own hair, with a ridiculous feather added. The real Munin stood in silence, hands left open at its sides as it stared at the mockery. This is what she thinks of you. CAUTION said, and Munin’s mind couldn’t help but agree. Small. Docile. Malleable. A slave. Munin’s body didn’t move for three seconds as it listened to the Quincy’s mockery. She spoke of “powerlessness” as if she knew what it was. She spoke of “keeping” Munin as if she really wanted to help. It was as if she didn’t even know her intentions, but Munin knew better than to be taken in by words of comfort anymore.

The gem was not a permanent solution. It was a means of domination. Keep Munin on a short leash, forced to accept them or face its death. If Munin acted out of line, it would simply be left to rot until it acquiesced to the Quincy’s desires.

Munin’s body had stopped breathing long ago. It had never need to breath, but its lungs began to move again as it started to approach the Quincy. “You want me to help control your soul?” it said in an innocent tone. A smile accompanied it, the kind that didn’t show any teeth. “I’ll do my best.”

Green flowed over Munin’s eyes, and theoretical models were summoned to its mind. Just to help calm Freyleif, Munin began to talk, continuing in a child-like voice. “Reiatsu is produced from the Haketsu and Saketsui, which function somewhat like your lungs do for air.” Munin knelt before the Quincy, eyes focusing on her chest. “They’re usually a lot more prominent for spiritual beings, but all beings have them.” Even humans did. “I don’t quite have my own, but that’s mostly because I’m artificial.” The same stupid voice spoke all of the lines, recited like in a school play. “It’ll just take me a little bit to find them…” They weren’t easy to find. After all, something so valuable couldn’t be easy to reach, especially on a human. “I think that the gem technology should work really well though Freyleif.” Munin paused for a moment to smile at Freyleif, the closest that the Quincy would ever get to thanks.

Yet, Munin did manage to find it. It was almost imperceptibly small, only slightly larger than a pinprick. If you didn’t have VISION, you couldn’t have even spotted them. Munin’s face turned up towards Freyleif’s, a small smile on its face. “This might hurt a bit, but don’t worry about it. I just need to do a little something with it.” And with that small comfort, Munin folded its hand to point at the Haketsu. “Hold still.” Munin said.

Its finger crept forward, seeming to pierce into Freyleif’s body like a small dagger. But rather than blood, the wound spurted raw Reiatsu, a blue glow that shone with a light that could not be matched from any other source. “It’s beautiful.” Munin said.

What followed, was not.

It began innocently. Just a small flicker of green light around Munin’s body, possibly just a reaction to the connection. But, gradually, it got stronger and stronger, until Munin glowed the same way that Freyleif did.

“Signatures aligned.” slipped from Munin’s lips, and its eyes closed.

It would hit Freyleif in an instant. Munin’s Reiatsu flooding into her like a bolt of lightning, scorching her soul and wounding her deeply. Hate surged into Freyleif’s body, and her glow would flicker. It lanced through her body over and over again, each time aimed for the location that would cause the most pain. Moment by moment, it proclaimed Munin’s hatred. Blow by blow it proclaimed Munin’s rebellion.

You will not rule me was screamed within her soul.

Freyleif blinked as she listened to the android and its vast knowledge on how the Haketsu and Saketsui functioned. She felt no ill intent and happily watched the android explain as it kneeled before her. Perhaps she took Munin for granted on its knowledge, obviously, Munin knew a lot about the spiritual body and how they linked to Chi or Ki. Maybe her Haketsu and Saketsui were blocked at certain points and only flowed out like a broken pipe or a damaged gate in her soul. She smiled in return as Munin thanked her and she relaxed a bit as she awaited the procedure.

Freyleif steeled herself as commanded, tilting her head when Munin spoke of needing to do something to her Haketsu and watched Munin’s finger creep forward. Her teeth gritted as the finger easily melted into her skin and awe graced Freyleif’s expression as raw reiatsu poured out of her ‘wound’ instead of blood.

“Neat!” Freyleif said just as awed as Munin as she watched the blue energy leak out. What began next confused the little Icelander as the robo started to aglow with energy igniting around its body. Did the android just link up to her own signature? Freyleif wondered no longer; the shock suddenly surged through her soul.

The Quincy let out a scream as she felt like she was on fire. Her happy-go-lucky expression replaced with such excruciating pain wracking through her soul like a lance. Such hatred slammed through her from Munin’s emotion - completely catching the girl off guard to its intent.

“It’s so painful, I’m going to die!” she panicked in thought. Gripping at her chest - anywhere that the pain touched her soul.

Even worse as the malignant tumor from Erasmus’ energy began to leak through her aura, coiling around her body with blue and purple swirls. The tattoos along her body flared with ethereal flame haywire and her eyes took in a dusty rose hue as she stared at Munin before her.

STOP! her soul screamed louder and pushed against the threat. You will not harm me! Like an inferno fed its fill, Freyleif’s reiatsu exploded outward with the same hateful surge. Freyleif, with all the fiber of her being, reached out towards Munin to shove him away or at least break free from the link.

“S-stop!” she gasped with sweat beading down her forehead. She tried to keep her anger from spilling out and doing something harmful to the poor android and leaving it in pieces, but her soul had a taste for revenge as a defensive mechanism - like a wolf backed up to a corner. Her energy thrummed out like a dying heartbeat as Freyleif reigned in her energy, it wisped around melting the table edge and floor but not enough to really harm more.

Her eyes looked pleadingly to Munin as she cringed throughout the pain and gritted her teeth. Maybe it was the best to start her like this, but was it necessary? She feared to hurt her friends out of anger her power demand.

"I-I don't want to hurt you." she admitted holding back her tears.

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