by Zincarla 28th July 2019, 2:29 pm
Yona stepped in time with Sol, trying to desperately finish off the coffee. She gagged once, covering her lips with a hand so that nobody could tell. She noted the stoat cling to Tomura's leg temporarily and Alianna's slight embarrassment. Yona said nothing on the matter, it didn't bother her and no harm was done so there was no need to get involved. She wondered why Oya was so disobedient, then wondering if it was his age, his personality, or if it was something greater. There was no malintent that Yona could tell. She looked down at the rest of her coffee just as Sol rested a hand on her shoulder. She wished she had heard his warning about the taste before mixing the vial into her morning cup.
The plant mage swallowed one more gulp and looked up at the guild leader, ready to be addressed however he would do so. She was sure it would be more advice or a suggestion to stand in a specific place out of the way in the training grounds. Instead, his words caught her off guard and her green eyes widened for a second before quickly reasserting her confidence. "Uh, I will?" She whispered, leaning towards Sol who was certainly much taller than she was. She blinked at Tomura and Alianna and then gave an amused chuckle, "I guess, I will." Yona had to ponder then what sort of test would be sufficient here. A test of magic itself seemed to be boring and lacking in evidence for what Tomura was really capable of. His ice magic displayed earlier was curious but all mages had magic and varieties were often profound. A straight-up fight seemed a useless strategy as well, given that even those who were physically weak could have magic that more than made up for that on the job. What she really needed to find out about Tomura, Yona deduced, was how he held up under stress and fear. Their guild had a strong loyalty to it and for many, it became like a family. Could he handle the pressure? Would he put others first? Did he have a natural tendency to put himself in danger and act recklessly, like she herself once did, or did he think about his moves before he made them?
Yona gestured with a hand then and led the group towards and through a rune-covered door. It seemed most wise to do this in the magical training hall, just in case there was some sort of accident. Sol might not have been as strict, but she knew Ruvel well enough to know that if something got broken, Yona would end up having to fix it. "Given how prepared you are to fight or use your magic, I do believe I have something in mind for you." The large empty room they went through had walls covered in runes and once the group was fully assembled, Yona had decided on her plan. She was grateful for the couple of minutes it took to enter the room with everyone. "Drink this," Yona said, passing her cup of unpleasant coffee to Tomura. She gave him an apologetic look as she added, "I would rather you were awake and at your best for the test, wouldn't you agree?" If Tomura took the cup and finished it, he too would feel the buzzing rejuvenation that jolted around inside of Yona's cells.
She cleared her throat, "I am going to put you through a mental test. You will be allowed to handle the situation however you desire, magic included, but Sol and I will be watching. I'm going to cast the magic upon your mid, but please, do not resist the spell or it could cause you some damage." Yona waited for Tomura's answer and then continued on, "Just do your best. Are you ready?" If Tomura indicated that he was ready, Yona would begin. She wanted to start off small for Tomura's benefit but saw no good reason why to not give him the full challenge. She remembered how she joined the Company and it was not easy. The green-haired mage hoped that she wouldn't damage his mind as badly as her's had been. "Just close your eyes and count up to ten, then open them." This way, she hoped the transition would be easier for Tomura.
Her spell was powerful, and if he resisted it for even a moment, he would feel the aggressive and immoveable influence of her magic guiding him into the spell regardless. When he opened his eyes, the place would transform into a nightmare world designed by his own greatest horrors and fears. She wondered what his deepest fears, what his darkest thoughts might create. Would the landscape remind her of hell? Could it be his childhood home or a provocative memory? Would it be a bloodied battlefield, a sinking ship surrounded by monsters, or a single shadowy figure? Yona herself knew what her own fears would create in this room. Once the image transformed the room, Yona and the others would be invisible to him, but not their voices. Yona called out gently, "Just breathe for a moment."