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[b]“Only fools expect the same actions and same situation to lead to different results.”[/b]

It was five seconds. Whatever he had imbued his legs with, it had not actually transferred into his shoes. Instead, it was closer to a blast, no, an explosion of wind, one that seemed to be designed to escape from the ‘bottom’ of whatever limbs it was being transferred towards. Five second release, 0.1 second burst. No clarity with regards to the prime essence, but the Ethos looked to be a fair bit more ‘strict’ than his own.

And only twenty-five seconds left in the day. What a fun morning exercise!

As Davil remained lying down, Otis squatted beside him. The Strigidae’s Adapa warped, expanding into a larger projection that slowly looped through the moment that had just occurred. Visualized now, it was clear that Davil’s prime essence was breaking off into jagged bits to reach his legs. Most arcanists understood essence as a flow rather than an individual piece, more of a fluid than a solid. Whether it was a problem with Davil’s own abilities, or another intrinsic oddity to his prime essence had yet to be confirmed, but certainly at this juncture, Otis had much to talk about. [b]“Observe here,”[/b] he spoke, eyes filled with the brilliance of scientific obsession. [b]“See how your essence shifts there, as if it has a mind of its own? How the earth is disturbed, but only ‘around’ rather than directly beneath? It invokes my own experiences with the steam propulsion devices of particular Gearveins! And it’s curious too, that this 30 second limitation doesn’t seem to match the visual capacity for prime essence you possess, judging by the amount of essence that returned after you disabled your Linearic Liner.”[/b]

Was it a different sort of limit then? Was it an exchange for explosive speed? He considered rebound, the destruction, nay, unravelling of the body once enough essence was drained from it.

[b]“Well, regardless, there’s another 24 seconds left, and plenty more to test out. Up and at it, Davil. There’s two more main tests I want to settle before it’s over.”[/b] As Otis spoke, he offered a hand to his test subject up. If Davil didn’t mind the injuries on his body, then Otis wouldn’t show concern over it either. Instead, he reached into his pouch and pulled out a pair of leather gloves, from which wing-like patterns had been embroidered on. The materials were mundane and had been sitting in his sewing kit; if one ignored their lack of fingers, it was perfectly functional. [b]“Try these on.”[/b]

The Strigidae had taken measurements while his roommate was asleep. Not that Davil needed to know that either.

[b]“I modeled them after your shoes somewhat, under the presumption that there’s a psychological angle present. The second test would be to channel your Ethos into these gloves instead. I would say…point them out straight, do your five second charge, and then release. For experimentation’s sake, point your palms outwards, not downwards or upwards.”[/b] The Adapa began its recording once more. He had established that the Ethos desired ‘upwards’ movement over all else. But did that apply if the limbs changed as well? And from what point, exactly, did that upwards movement spawn from? If it had been from the bottom of one’s feet, then if applied to the ‘bottom’ of one’s hands, did that still apply? [b]“When you’re ready, Davil.”[/b]

And Otis’s eyes glowed again, ready to track the shifting of Essence within the Wund scion’s body.