Voices of the Past (Tech)

[Brandon (Tech)]

Mek had pretty much fixed up the entire meal, leaving few things but the setting of the table. Brandon found himself wondering what Kelsie looked like in the other room, and blushed with shame at the thought. Bringing his cold metal hand to his cheek to cool it, he showed the thought from his mind.

Hearing the bedroom door creak open, Brandon turned and smiled at the sight that met him. Maybe it was just him, but seeing her stroll through his, no, their place with such confidence, familiarity and happiness... it just made him smile. He didn't have to look into the bedroom to tell that she had made the bed, she always did. He had teased her with it when they were kids, calling her things like 'little miss orderly', but right now he didn't feel like poking fun at her. Well, not just yet anyway.

She sat herself down by one of the plates, asking if he needed help. "Nah" He answered, placing cutlery by the plate she wasn't sitting in front off. "It's pretty much done" He took her hand and put the last knife and fork in it, before bringing his other hand to her cheek, gently cupping it. "Just let me get the hot chocolate" He slid his hand off her cheek, running his fingertips across the soft skin. "I'll be back" He said in his Arnold Schwartznegger voice, quoting one of the several movies his friends had forced him to see. They had meant it well, but he really didn't need to be reminded of what he had become.

Grabbing the mugs of the steaming hot chocolate, with the twist of peppermint that they both remembered and loved, he returned to the table and sat down next to Kelsie and placed her mug on the far side of her plate. Taking her hand, he led it to the mug handle so that she would know where it was, but he instead of letting go of her hand he held it just a little longer, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. "Don't worry" He whispered with a little smile as he let his hand slide off her's. "There's no mustard in it this time"

[Kelsie]

He said he didn't need any help and she smiled softly and let him do what he wanted. She wasn't going to force him into anything and despite that sometimes it was nice to be waited on. He cupped her cheek after placing his hand on her cheek. She blushed softly and nuzzled into him gently closing her eyes gently as she did so. He said that famous line from some movie or another and she chuckled. She placed her silverware down like she liked it and felt around her plate gently so she would know where the food was.

She looked up at the scent of pepperminted hot chocolate and she smiled as he led her hand to it. He always did baby her in a way but she didn't mind. It was sweet the way he cared for her and wanted to make sure that her life was as easy as possible. His hand lingered on her own and she smiled softly as she leaned over and kissed his cheek lovingly.

"I know there isn't because trust me if there were you would find mustard on your pillow when you went to sleep tonight." she chuckled as she moved away from him again. She smiled happily and took a sip of her hot chocolate and it was good.. no better than good it was perfect.

She lifted her fork and began to eat her breakfast neat and cleanly. Despite being blind she had excellent manners not to mention she was good at keeping things in order and clean. She liked things orderly it helped her live easier and she didn't have to worry so much about things being in the way if she knew that she had put them away before hand and so it was more a matter of habit than anything else.

"What is you do here Brandon? What kinds of things are you into now?" she asked as she picked up her muffin and took a bite of it and it was sooo good. She smiled happily.

[Brandon (Tech)]

Her little kiss on his cheek made him smile brightly, the little display of love finding a welcoming home in his soul. He looked up at her as her lips puleed back and smiled again, as he now knew what had made him smile before. He knew that she had to adjust to every new place she found which was nothing new, but he also remembered that she had always eemed to adjust much quicker in places that she felt comfortable. That she felt comfortable enough around him to have adjusted to their new home in less than a day, could only make him feel happy. It was good to know that she enjoyed being around him.

He smiled at her threat, knowing all too well that it could very well be serious. "Oh yes, you may fool others with your innocent little demeanour, but you'll never fool me!... Again... I hope" He chuckled. The fact that she didn't know where the mmustard was didn't matter, she would have no trouble finding it on her own with that sharp sense of smell and cunning mind of hers. He leaned in and returned her kiss, kissing her cheek with all his loving care.

"Well, not a lot" Brandon began his answer. It wasn't true, but his subject could be troublesome to explain. Never the less, he decided to give it a try. "As I said I'm a scientist, of sorts, and I study the scientific aspect of magic. With one of your hairs and my equipment, I could probably tell you a lot about yourself and by analyzing the scars you healed last night" He ran his hand through her hair, wondering why he hadn't thanked her for that before. "I could find all the details of your healing magic, the source, the exact effects and the type of energy you use.

Essentially, I can harness the energy that other people use and add it to my own creations. So far, I'm able to analyze the powers, strngths and weaknesse of most of the peole I come across. It may seem a little wierd and unneccesary, but it can be used for a lot. By combining magic and science, there are very few limits as to what can be accomplished. Mek is a good example of that, and so are some of the other things I've put together. The other day, I performed a chemical excorsize on a friend of mine, driving a demon from his soul with a few injections of something I've concocted throughout the years

I'm working on the combinig of opposites, like water and fire or law and chaos, and I'm sure I can make it work. I've already found a way to bidn the various elements in physical form and I..." Brandon stopped when he realized what he was doing. She probably had no idea of what he was talking about and he couldn't blame her. Many people looked down upon the things he were doing, seeing it as some sort of desecration of the holy, or unholy, spirit of magic, and therefore very few shared his zeal in the area.

Brandon had been working with this subject a lot and mostly on his own. Therefore, when he finally got the chance to speak he usally did so, a lot. "I'm sorry for rambling dear, it is just very rare that people ask me" He said, stroking her hair. It felt wierd, in a way, to find himself sitting here and calling Kelsie his dear, but it was not a 'bad' wierd. On the contrary, it felt good, not having to have his feelings locked away anymore. "And I also forgot to thank you for healing my scars, so" He took her hand and kissed the back of it, then he kissed her cheek and then her nose, each of the three kisses showing all the tender love that he held for her. "Thank you" He would have kissed her lips, but as she was eating he decided not to. Instead he turned to his own plate, the delicious smells dragging his attention. Mek was an excellent cook indeed, a thing that Brandon very often got the chance to enjoy

[Kelsie]

Brandon began to explain about his magic and she smiled listening to it all as she ate her muffin. Mek was indeed a good cook but she and him would be fighting for the kitchen more often than not because she loved to cook it was something she was good and something she enjoyed doing for other people and now that she had Brandon back in her life she was going to take as good a care of him as possible.

There was talk of researching talents and finding out how they were used. Of combining elements to make something knew even opposite elements. There was talk of excersising a demon from a friends body and she gasped wondering how that worked. It was interesting and she had eventually stopped eating all together and just listened to what he was saying and finding it all terribly interesting. She wondered if others had tried to analyze magic like her Brandon was doing.

But then he appologized his hand still running through her hair in that loving way and she blushed. He moved over and kissed her hand, her cheek and then her nose which only made her blush a bit more. But what really did it was when he called her 'dear'. She hugged him tightly at that and nuzzled in a little bit. That was the first time she had ever been given a pet name and she loved him all the more for it.

"Talk all you like. I find it highly interesting. If you want, I'll give you a strand of my hair. You just have to go to my brush and get one. They fall out all the time." she said with a smile. "I'd like you to analyze my magic Brandon-love." she said with a smile.

She went back to eating and she sipped her hot chocolate moving onto her sausage. Everything was cooked to perfection and she smiled. It was a good breakfast and she was having fun being here with Brandon reunited at last. Their parents could no longer keep them apart. They were together forever now and inseperable.

[Brandon (Tech)]

She hugged him tightly and he put his arm around her, hugging her back. It felt good being close to her like this, no longer being afraid of rejection. They had confessed their feelings and found them mutual, a thing that he would always remember as one of the happiest days in his life. "Ok then" He answered her. "But don't say that you weren't warned" If Brandon had ever possessed a mental spell, it would be the ability induce sleep with his talks of theories. Most people simply didn't care. "you just stop me when it becomes too much"

He cleared hsi throat before he began speaking, this could last a while. "I've found that magic, in practicall every form it can be found in, can be divided into categories. While this is not something new, I've also found out that there are sources to most of these kinds of energy, like different planes of existance. My guess is that your magic comes from a plane of light, becasue the way it heals, the way it healed me," He smiled, running his hand through her hair again "Because it made me fell happy and warm, the very essence of light magic and the light of the soul.

My own magic comes from a plane of creation and knowledge, it helps me in my research and when I make something new. I can also healt, but that is very limited and the side effect would be that you would be filled with static electricity and explosive energy" Brandon realized the way the thing he had jsut said could be interprited and quickly changed it" Uhm, I mean that you may become slightly hyperactive, not that you'll... yeah.

The various planes" he began, changing the subject as stylefully as he could, which wasn't very styleful. "Allow for various kinds of magic to be used. There a litterally millions of sub-planes out there, but they can all be boiled down to eight basic elements: Fire, water, earth, air, electricity, law, chaos, light and darkness. The various subplanes are blends of these eight meta-planes, like mine is a combination of at least chaos and earth, also with a slight touch of law and electricity I think, but there may be more. Each sub-plane is tied to a soul, a relationship in which it feeds off the soul to survive and in turn feeds the soul, giving it life. Some of us, people like you and me, learn to harness the power of our planes, and use them to do things considered impossible by the mundane human.

With my science I can see, do and create things that would win me fame throughout the entire mundane community, I can forge artificial spines that allow people to walk again, I can improve the performance of practically any existing machinery and I can create weaponds and machines that mundane scientists can only dream off. Others can create and destroy with a thought, raise the dead and enslave powerful spirits merely with words. The 'plane' that is part of us really exists within us, feeding off the planes to which it is tied and thus granting itself and us the powers that it leeches this way.

Of course, there is a lot more to it than just that, but it is what I've come up with so far. This is mainly theory, as it is hard to come up with any solid evidence. I hope it wasn't too boring to listen to" Brandon had managed to shove down most of his breakfast during his little lecture, now sipping his hot chocolate, savoring the peppermint far more now that she was sitting there next to him, the taste bringing back memories from their past. He chuckled happily at those thoughts.

"And I'd be happy to analyze your type of magic, but not now. What do you think about it all so far, dear?" She had calles him Brandon-love and, if he still knew her right, she would end up calling him 'Branny' or 'Branny-love'. If she did, Brandon would make sure to get his revenge by making a similar nickname for her, and he knew they could continue like that for a long time, just as they both enjoyed. He smiled at the thought, leaning and kissing her cheek. It seemed that all those years really didn't mean anything now.

Magic theory was his sparetime occupation, and for a guy who had no friends to hang out in town with he had lot of spare time. But he had feeling that now when Kelsie was back, he would have somewhat less. He would be sad to skip his experiments, but if he could study with her, then it would give his work a whole new meaning