Yossarian noted Georgia's exhausted face, a wide smile falling on his face. Memories of his first time contacting his chakras were recalled to his mind. The sudden loss of energy and the build-up of exhaustion was a none too pleasant experience for many.
Yet that moment of power, the sensations of inhuman feats, it was addictive. He could already see the thirst of hunger in Georgia's eye's, the look of accomplishment mixed in with the saplings of greed.
Yossarian looked at Georgia gingerly, his master's words reentering his mind, "Now that you've felt power and its consequence in such a small time, learn from it. Understand that every time you push your body, it will push back." Yossarian spoke aloud, Georgia only briefly looking up to acknowledge his words, her eye's fuzzing and dulling from tiredness.
He patted her on the shoulder and sat back down next to her, getting into position. Breathing deeply in and out, his consciousness slipped into the deepest crevasses of his mind. A dark hush falling over all his sensations, leaving him in darkness.
Then he felt the internal flow of energy along the base of his spine. The energy flowed from the base to his crown, his third eye to the middle of his spine. Each point of chakra intertwining and connecting with the other, creating a constant outflow and influx.
Yossarian first touched the power, following the energy's flow, getting lost in its strong current. Then he slowly distorted it, diverging parts out of the flow, pulling more and more. He then spun it into a sphere, creating a new flow of energy. The sphere slowly condensed, it's rough surface softening and tightening till it was completely round.
Yossarian then moved it, slowly, carefully maintaining the sphere's shape, using more energy diverted from his life's flow to push the sphere. He moved it from his stomach, up to his chest, then outward.
The sphere slowed, protesting at leaving his body, protesting against its distancing from its home source. Yossarian used less and less energy to force it out, yet the sphere moved further and further out of his body until it popped out.
A shiver shot through his body; a great discourse being felt in his spine. Yet the sphere gently floated out of his body, his connection to it weakening. He hurriedly directed it to his necklace - an obsidian shaped pyramid tied together with a similarly dark cotton string - which hastily consumed the energy, a small, dimmed light growing in the core of the crystal. The light growing as the sphere's flow of energy was slurped into its body.
When the sphere was completely taken in by the crystal, and a bright blue light hummed in it's core, Yossarian pulled his consciousness to the external world.
His eye's flickered at the sudden introduction of light, his ears slowly undeafening and his smell quickly reintroduced to the stench of life that it was suddenly deprived of.
After a moment he saw Georgia staring at him, eye's wide, directed towards his hidden necklace.
"What - what was that?" She blurted out, dumbfounded confusion and intrigue intertwined with her words.
Yossarian hesitated in his answer, for he didn't know why he did it himself. The action, the controlling of the flow, he did it all out of habit. His purpose being duel in refueling his wand - the necklace - with his own energy, and his energy manipulation needing practise every day. As it's easy to lose understanding of ones own flow.
These habit's however being tied to a life Yossarian didn't want to live, a life he disallowed himself from ever going back to. How easy was it to fall back into long forgotten mantra's without realizing it, Yossarian reflected, rubbing his blurry eye's.
"What I did is something you will have to figure out yourself." Yossarian finally replied, standing up, glancing west, towards a pile of dirt in the distance. "Train yourself in meditation everyday and then, maybe, in about, lets say a year or two, you can start to imitate my talent."
Georgia's expression soured at his commentary. She followed Yossarian's gaze to the road they took to get out of the village, slowly standing up, and saw a truck coming closer in the distance.
"Why did we do this? I'm completely exhausted now." She yawned, her legs wobbling at the thought of movement.
"Because, well, actually I seemed to have forgotten my reasoning. Oh well." Yossarian replied, looking back at a tired Georgia, disdain now evident in her eye's. "It is rather fun though to see you exhausted, maybe that's why people take on students. To find joy in seeing them suffer. God, I got so much to learn."
The truck finally reached them, it's wheels trashing through the untouched vegetation of the grassy land. Ruby jumped out of the truck, still in her overcoat, now sporting a small green vest , a large backpack, and, Yossarian eyeing, a pistol strapped to her thigh.
"Mr Perthro, I was rather delighted to receive an invitation from you, and so soon I must add." Ruby told, walking towards them, glasses on and expression stilted. Her emotionless attitude reminding him of Georgia oddly enough.
"Well, when you're a professional such as myself, standards are met when taking on odd jobs such as yours," Yossarian grumbled, still eyeing her pistol. Guns never suited well with Yossarian. It made killing all too easy, a tool that removed all the brutality of killing. Transforming it into another mindless act, and with none of the realization of its consequences, allowing one to never see the life leave their victim whilst drenched in their blood.
"Well then, care to tell me your plan?" Ruby inquired, following Yossarian's glance to her hip.
Yossarian snapped his focus back to her face, "I thought an exploration of the forest might do us well. Find some clues that could help us piece together what exactly we're facing. Then after that, if we have time in the day we might visit an abandoned place. If you find that a tad too spooky then your free to leave."
"Wonderful." She replied, reaching for something in her truck before pulling out another pistol, with an older look, a slight addition of rust evident in some parts of its metal, and handed it over to Yossarian. "In case of emergencies." She added, flipping the handle in his direction.
Yossarian looked at it in clear disdain, reluctance holding his hand back. His pragmatic side kicked in, reminding him to be on the side of caution when hunting the unknown. He furrowed his right hand into a fist.
His hand tightly gripped the black leather grip, memories surfacing from the deep crevasses of his mind to haunt him again. A burning room, a poorly constructed tent, a tattered and bombed city.
He saw himself strolling through that wrecked city, his eye's dulled by the bloodshed littered around him, soaked gloves dripping crimson droplets into the grey dusted streets.
"Chamelot-Delvigne, a rather out of date service revolver model, but it still has enough kick to kill most things," Ruby informed Yossarian, pulling his focus to the present.
Yossarian thanked her bitterly whilst cocking the revolver's hammer back, feeling the heavy strain in the mechanics. It was heavy despite its small look, Yossarian thought somberly.
He slid the revolver into the back of his pants, its metal surface squished into his hip. He turned his back to Ruby and started moving to the forest. "Shall we start our investigation then?" He yelled back, not waiting for an answer.
He looked up towards the bulky figure looming over them, he didn't know why but it seemed like if he entered that forest everything would change in his life again. Then again when did that stop him.