Letting off Some Steam, The Triplet's Training

[Seraphim Triplets]

The pillow was perched precariously on the end of the wooden stand. It had a simplistic angry face drawn on it by someone young who didn't expect it to last. Which it didn't. There was a cry, and the pillow was gone, replaced by a few smoldering feathers which drifted to the floor. The source of the cry, and the blast of fire which had essentially eradicated the pillow was a young boy. He had spiky red hair, and looked as angry as the pillow had been supposed to be. His red leather trench-coat was thrown over a chair nearby, where most of the furniture had been pushed out of the way to make room for his training. He had a white shirt with no sleeves, and brown pants. His boots were in a corner, and a staff as in his hands. He jumped into the air, he was fitter than most mages, and brought the staff down over his head. Snowflakes formed midair as the cold spell was channeled through the staff, creating a wide arc of blue icy spikes, which quickly decimated the evil pillow's reinforcements. Instead of satisfying the boy, he seemed to get more irritated, though he simply kept up the attack. He whirled the staff, and sparks started shooting towards him, gathering around the staff and making the whirling thing appear to be a disk of electricity which was crackling and seething similarly to how the boy looked to be on the inside. He sprinted forward and ducked under an attack that wasn't there, whipping the staff around over his head and obliterating another pillow, as well as breaking the top of that stand off. He held out his hand, and light blasted from his hand and-
"Uriel?"
his head whipped around, and the light missed the next pillow, instead somehow punching a clear hole through a table that was stood up against the wall. He looked back at it exasperatedly, and then to the intruder. His sister and triplet, with her black straight hair, and now rather embarrassed face. She blushed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you." she said. He shook his head. "What do you need?" he asked. She brought up a hand fully hidden under a loose green sleeve and absentmindedly touched her other arm, one which was unobscured, and appeared to be wood. Not carved, but like a tree in the shape of an arm, which grew from her shoulder and around several large red crystals. Uriel winced. "I was just wondering if you wanted to walk around the garden?" she asked. Uriel sighed, and shook his head. She smiled weakly. "That's ok. I'll see you at dinner." He waved his hand dismissively. She turned and walked out, closing the door behind her.
He turned back to the remaining pillows, and took a deep breath. He could feel more power in the staff, and pulled, drawing it into himself. He opened his eyes, and light built around him and-HEY Uriel!-and punched another clean hole only slightly off of the first. He turned to the balcony, where the other one was. A shorter boy with blonde hair, and fine blue clothes. He looked like a noble, with the decorative blade at his side, and the signet ring on his hand. Yes, brother? Uriel sent back. The mental voice carried it's own emotional signature, and Michael recoiled at it, glancing around like he was looking for an escape route, before saying slowly. "You said you wanted me help with something?" he asked. Uriel blinked. "That was this morning. It's 4 in the afternoon." he said. Michael shrugged. "I was busy. What can I do for you?" Uriel glared down at him.
"One of two things. your choice. One, you can help me train, and in doing so get more practice with your ow magic." He said. Michael rolled his eyes. "You know I-"
"TWO, you can find a way to make some money and get a good reputation, so we can get some land. That way, we can fulfill the contract, and NOT LOOSE OUR SOUL!"
Michael recoiled. "You signed it too!" He said. Uriel fell to his knees, head resting on one hand as the staff slipped from his grasp. "It wasn't just me!" Michael continued. "Even Gabrielle-"
get out
Michael paused, then stepped back outside and went down the stairs, taking the long route to the gallery. Uriel wiped his eyes.

{Want: Upgrades for Uriel. Exp would be nice, and a little cash or something to share maybe also. Email or pm or something and I can talk it over with you.}

[Malacai]

as uriel glared at the floor boards a shadow fell across the it was that of a dove with a piece of parchment attached to its leg. The dove pecked at the window and scratched and the glass with its nails crating a dreadful shrieking. The bird was obviously not going to be ignored by anything, the scratching then stopped and the shadow vanished the bid then crashed through the glass landing on the floor in front of Uriel unscathed outstretching its leg with the note attached.

[Seraphim Triplets]

Uriel looked at it...toying with the idea of turning it away. But he didn't. "Sure, not like I have any control over what happens anymore." he said, holding out his hand and reaching for the paper to take it away and read it.

[Malacai]

As the letter opened up the words, "Or do you?" rolled across the page in red ink in elegant hand writing slowly fading after they were written. More words cropped up on the page "if you wish I can teach you, but before that happens you must be able to shut off your siblings from your thoughts and emotions completely, even while sleeping. When you can do that, burn the feather in your new window." The window was now fixed, and inside it the feather of a dove, and the dove was gone.

[Seraphim Triplets]

Uriel frowned in surprise. What an odd request. It would help him train if he could ignore the interruptions, though. He took the feather and went to the balcony, sitting down and looking at it. He had never tried to meditate or clear his mind before, but now seemed a good a time as any. He closed his eyes, and tried to picture the feather to the exclusion of all else...
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(That's right, the others have to get a bit of the questing excitement.)
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Gabrielle was in the gardens, tending the plants. They were technically the gardener's responsibility, and she hadn't met him yet, but she was curious. She was sitting on the grass, facing a cluster of flowers, and feeling the ebb and flow of it's life. She was looking for inspiration for more of her magic, since the arms that were on her would heal of their own accord. They both were aspects of her personalty anyway, so she was less worried about that than before.
But the slow magic she was gifted with...she needed to see the life of something besides herself. She was so full of layered spells and experiments and broken off charms that she was like an attic full of junk. Which was not the right thing to study cleanliness in.