He laced his fingers together and brought them in front of his mouth, forming a bridge with his hands, his thumbs running lines over his cheeks and his chin. Ryogen was still a mystery to Aki, so any talk of him was beyond comprehension. When that man woke up, there would certainly be issues and likely a third regaling of these events. Aki breathed warm air under his hands as he watched the two, a solemn stare taking hold of his facial features. I wonder if I should worry about Ryogen. He seemed normal back at the Inn, but this development may shift his behavioral polarity. He mused at the idea of combating Ryogen when he awoke. If he's anything like her, I'll probably just run. He laughed out loud, a nervous giggle escaping his lips. Realizing the noise had escaped him he folded the finger bridge down over his mouth, raising an eyebrow at Gemini as she turned to rapid-fire some questions. He unlaced his fingers and brought his hands in front of his chest, extending his pointer fingers towards her and his thumbs towards the sky.
"Yes." His right hand bucked a bit, as if he were shooting the response straight from his fingertip.
"I don't think so." Left handed mirror the right.
"Abandi would know more than I." Right shake.
"It's based on my own energy." Left shot.
"Either the air, an orb, or another person." Right hand motion.
After a brief thought, he added, "It can also come from inside. Like I said before, we all have a natural energy." Both hands performed the shooting action this time, a small smirk and a shift of stance accompanying the action.
He meandered back to his rockseat and bent down, plopping his rear upon it. Noticing the rabbit after Gemini pointed it out, he grasped the spit's handle and began to turn it. "I think that...this rabbit is going to be cooked a little unevenly." Giving up on trying to save the rabbit, he pulled the spit off the supports and extended it towards Abandi. "Hungry?" He questioned her, his brow and shoulders raising in tune.
Now was as good a time as ever to spill everything to the two of them. His gaze and focus shifted to Gemini at first but he spoke loudly, eyes flitting between the two of them every seven or so words. "I guess I'll start with my own beginnings." With his free hand he smoothed out the dirty cloth that clung to his legs, ending his hand on his knee and resting it there. "At a young age, I don't remember when, my parents realized I had more strength than I was letting on. Not wanting to cast their own son aside, they sought the help of a magician who was rumored to live by his lonesome in a small house far from our hometown. Obviously, he took me in and set upon training me right away." Aki paused, drumming up memories of his time with his master and trying his best to lend clarity to them. "He trained me in areas that would be useful both in everyday life and in a combat scenario as well. I was never really on board with the idea of using my magic against other people, especially after seeing how normal folks responded to my simple use of it. At one point we traveled a few towns over to visit a friend of my masters and I snuck away from their meeting. I gathered a crowd in the middle of the town and tried to perform tricks. First, I performed unbelievable acrobatics with the help of my magic. Those tricks weren't too easy to spot and the crowd was fooled, throwing their money at my feet. I got confident after that and began to show them spectacles of real magic, like jets of flame or levitating a cat. They chased me out of town." A laugh tried to escape him, but it ended as a flash of air being pushed through his nostrils. "They didn't let me keep any of their money." His eyes, which had been laying on Gemini, snapped to Abandi and focused on her. "He also taught me something else. He taught me how to make my body a conduit for energy. Not only that, he taught me how to manifest my energy in a physical form that I could tuck away. He called it a technique for 'unlimited power', though I never quite understood how. If I run out of orbs, I've run out of power. Not quite limitless." His eyes had grown to the same intensity shown earlier by the end of his last sentenced, but they quickly softened, accompanied by a loud exhale, and returned to their back-and-forth pattern. "One day, a company of thieves entered our home. Try as he might, my master could not fight every single one of them off. I...I was paralyzed with fear. I could not help him, only watch as they swarmed him. Their numbers were too large and my master too tired from a day of intense training with me. They beat him mercilessly and stole most of our belongings, most notably my master's book. He blamed me for the attack, accusing me of showmanship and naming me a braggart. He said that they followed me back and targeted his secrets." His eyes closed and his head slumped forward. "He cast me from his home and forbid me from ever returning. For three months, I stayed outside his home and begged his forgiveness. I watched him become a depressed, withered old man. What is in that book, I will never know...but whatever it is, the loss of it ruined my master's life."