Private Lesson; Resonance Training

Tear, who was trying to basically keep the two of them in sync at the same time, would find that being thrown over Tifaret's shoulder was the best course of action for him to keep an eye on Krikor, as well, who was probably going to need constant supervision even whilst he was dealing with Tifaret's issues. He never enjoyed multitasking, but it wasn't above him in the slightest once he got in the groove. He was one hell of a teacher, after all.

With his free arm, he would extend it before him as he was flung to the ground, extending his feet as well to ensure that he hit the ground like a cat instead of being slammed on his face so brutishly. Being already synchronized with Krikor naturally, as well as basically every wave in the room, he was keen on where he felt something metal, which was naturally most attractive to wavelengths, moving. With his already specially trained eyes set sharp for covert interactions, he would notice Krikor about to make his second mistake; attempting to severely injure his target. While it was true that he was to treat this like a battle, he was supposed to be using his techniques as effectively as possible without being completely destructive, but precise. The swifter one is capable of incapacitating a target without severely injuring them, the more effective one was with their own techniques. Considering his background, it made sense that he would naturally think it best to do such a thing, however... Yet, even still, points would have to be deducted simply for the sake of pointing it out to him in hopes that he would learn quickly and adapt. Such was a relatively natural expectation of the establishment.

In order to keep the clearly unaware Tifaret from being peg-legged, he would take in all of the force of the wavelengths he had gathered from hitting the ground and shoot them back into her, whipping her arm around and forcing her into a spin out of the way whilst he also dispersed the excess waves back into the ground to cause a subtle (or, at least much less drastic) wave to surge through the ground and into Krikor, the force of which would cause his body to tremble and shift slightly in order to guide his blade straight to the ground the very moment he would even near Tifa's leg. It would look to be as if Krikor had simply missed, or perhaps even lost his balance, and Tear would go on allowing him to believe that was so, as well, if necessary. "Try to also treat this as you did the regulations of the Placement Test, please..." he said, finally letting Tifa go and straightening up quickly, "... We aren't trying to send people to the Infirmary unnecessarily, after all..." He shot a sharp, daggered glare over to Tifa, "Isn't that right, Tifaret?" His eyes seemed ready to finish the job he started on her before. "... Else I would have slit your throat when I had the chance to do it, correct?" Just as quickly as he shot his glare to her would he snatch it back and return to his signature deadly nonchalant smile as if nothing happened, addressing Krikor politely, but firmly, saying, "Let that be part of this lesson, as well."

Tear was synchronized with everything and everyone as a safety precaution to prevent such things from occurring whilst they were getting things in order with themselves; a sort of conduit, of sorts, or perhaps even a connector. He could match any wavelength, regardless of its imbalance with others, which made him naturally level out an area simply by presence alone, if he were actively utilizing it. Thus, whilst he awaited Krikor to learn how to sync, he would be helping by already having a connection open for him to attempt to flow with and hopefully get the swing of things relatively swiftly. This was an advanced class that he decided to look into, after all.

(Pass)

A gentle, but very powerful wave of distortion spread across the entire land, causing the school of Pandemia to be hit. This caused a wave of energy to carry with it all sorts of lost time, cluttered space, unsettled feelings and clouded thoughts by brushing through the corridors of the school, itself and cleansing everyone's minds and spirits. The entire school should have suddenly come to a complete calm once the wave came and went.

Krikor sprung to his feet, getting ready to fight some more, when a wave of calmness washed over him. All the tension from the battle was gone, and his adrenaline stopped flowing, his back beginning to throb from when Tifaret had slammed him down on it. Suddenly, Krikor heard a voice in the air -- that of the strange man he'd seen fighting Tifaret before. The T-Ball he'd captured Tifaret (as Tifachu) in appeared in the air and dropped to the floor. Krikor reached out for it, then pulled his hand back as though it had been burned -- he didn't want to be the one taking the T-Ball. Tifaret would probably kill him if he did.

"I'm feeling...better," Krikor replied after Tear asked his question. There was no real word for how he was feeling -- as though all the tension had left his body. It kind of felt like he'd just gotten a good night's sleep, to be honest. "I take it I'm not the only one who felt...calmer all of a sudden?" he asked, sheathing his sword. "I notice we all decided to stop fighting at the same time."

(Shorter posts tend to fit more chronologically soundly as going more swiftly than longer ones, so your will be honored before Tifaret's because of how it seemed like also from the way it was written hers spent an extended period of time in silence. This is also a reference note for the future.)

Tear nodded his head, placing the T-Ball in the pocket where he kept his pocketwatch, chuckling softly to himself, "Yes, yes! Very good! Most perceptive of you, Krikor!" Tear was very happy to notice that he was perceptive enough to have seen when the three of them all stopped fighting, even if he was not fully aware of why nor how it occurred. As long as he noticed the residual hints of the wavelengths in the atmosphere, which came as signs and feelings of sorts, especially of synchronicity, it would help him in mastering more spiritual techniques; Soul Notation being one of them, which could help with his Resonance. "You're learning quickly, but know that this is only just the beginning of your lesson. If you haven't noticed, because of that passing wavelength of cleansing and refreshing energy, we all are suddenly calm and mellow. Therefore, all of our wavelengths are finally in Sync, and we can move on with 'Harmonizing.'" Even if Krikor hadn't had the chance to really get in sync with Tear and Tifa on his own, honestly, Tear didn't expect him to do so this soon unless he had some sort of prior experience, which it did not seem he did in this element. Therefore, that wave of energy that only Tear knew the true magnitude of in its synchronicity with all of the events here would have come and gone at just the right time, most everything did when Tear was involved. It was like a friendly boost to help them all along with any issues.

"... Now that the air is clear and the situation is remedied of its Dissonance and Discord, those being quite KEY factors in the REPELLING of Wavelengths and Souls..." He turned his head to Tifaret, of whom he could rather acutely feel was down and for all the reasons he would suspect, even still, after the refreshing wave. It seemed that even when she was cleansed, reflecting on what she had done was enough for her to be brought down, even if just a little bit. He really wished there was something he could do for her... And he certainly would when they went on their scheduled outing together. He was taking notes of what things were troubling her so that they could be talked about and hopefully fully resolved later in a more private manner, which was probably important to her developmental growth in all of this. "... Tell me. What are you feeling from both myself and from Miss Tifa, here?" If they were all truly in sync now, then at least receiving and perceiving the feelings of another being would be a lot easier and would yield more reception to the one taking note at the time. Tear had already fully and thoroughly analyzed the situation... And as he looked to Tifa with his forlorn, shimmering eyes, he couldn't help but feel for her in a way that he could help her feel better. The stress was getting to her and it was very clear... If no one else could witness it, he could definitely see the strain on the Crystal Heart with his eyes that were already well adjusted to looking at it in its splendor.

"... And you're not an idiot. You're just reckless." He stopped there, having barely spoken up a whisper about what he actually felt, wanting to speak louder, but not wanting to actually directly engage her due to her already feeling upset about being directly confronted by basically everything she'd been running from all in one day, but also still wanting to make it clear that she shouldn't feel so down. "... And it's not proper to tell lies, the both of you, just for reference; that's why I do not let them leave my lips." He said this a bit louder, so that also Krikor could hear, as well, for he felt that it was an important lesson that all should learn how to do, if they didn't already practice. "So, don't either of you go around telling yourself untrue things about yourselves. Don't make up any bad qualities that aren't actually there. You'll start to believe that they are and then they will actually form. Only accept what bad qualities are actually true, so you can get rid of them, but never make up any that aren't there." He felt that little tidbit might have actually helped either one of them, potentially, so it was best to just say something that harbored some sort of influential potential energy that perhaps could cause some sort of great movement in someone somewhere and engage perhaps another cleansing wave such as the one that just passed. He was quite keen on how to have those things occur... Despite how he usually kept them from doing so in order to maintain a certain calm. He'd already invoked one in front of Krikor's presence once. He could do it again, certainly, with the right environment and setting and circumstances... Which he could always perceive.

Krikor chuckled at Tifaret's remark of, "Whatever." It was nice that she hadn't changed a bit, even though the situation had been defused. He even thought he saw her smile a little bit, but he dismissed that thought as a figment of his imagination. Tifaret smiling would be like the Pope converting to Protestantism...right?

He shook his head and began answering Tear's question. "Well, there's no word for what I'm feeling right now, Mr. Lacrimoso," Krikor said. "I feel...at peace, I guess. Like everything is going to be OK," he continued sheepishly. That was a gross understatement of how he felt right now, but that was the best way he could think of to put it into words. In all honesty, he felt more emotions than that, all of them good ones. He felt better than he had felt in a long, long time. Maybe it was a result of the Resonance lesson he'd endured, or maybe it was a side effect of the same whatever-it-was that had made them all stop fighting in the first place.

"By the way, Mr. Lacrimoso," Krikor began suddenly, remembering something he had been meaning to say for awhile, "I'm sorry about the whole trying to tackle you thing. I didn't realize you could get out of the way so quickly like that. And I'm sorry, too, for trying to cut your legs off, Miss Tifaret," he continued. Hopefully neither of them would take it personally -- it was a life-or-death situation, after all.

Suddenly, what sounded like a small cricket would chirp in time with the silence in the room, as if waiting for an opening to chime in, yet not reveal itself.

"I also wish to continue to Harmonizing, Mr. Lacrimoso, if you think I'm ready," Krikor said.  "I think I get the basics of Synchronizing, but perhaps you could give me the lecture part of the lesson?  The practical portion was pretty strenuous and informative, but perhaps an explanation would be good too," he continued.  He wanted to get better with Synchronization, he really did -- since this was the advanced class, mastering this would hopefully mean that the rest of his classes would be a walk in the park.

Krikor heard a cricked chirping intermittently whenever there was a silence.  "I didn't think I was THAT boring," he thought to himself.

(Consent)

The Cricket Spirit that was within the room had not revealed itself at all except but a whisper of its voice. What sounded to Krikor like just a normal cricket chirp, which, to the untrained ear certainly was, to the more adept at understanding wavelengths, such as Tifaret and Tear, it would say, "... Then perhaps you should try to capture me, at as well." This should have sounded like the same fluttering that came from Tear rising up in Tifaret suddenly as the voice of this cricket, which only resounded in her head, which was what would occur immediately after the cricket chirped. This was how the spirits communicated; by first delivering a sign, and then immediately implanting a thought or feeling in the intended target of reception. Hopefully, the voice of the cricket was heard. If she were as adept as she should have been, as it seemed she was someone who was usually an Instructor, then she should have been able to hear it clearly.

And so, the Cricket Spirit would reveal itself, hopping out from among a stack of chairs that were folded up and placed neatly in a pile, probably for the band or the choir, or whatever reason they were present beyond just hiding the Cricket, itself. After hopping into plain sight, it would chirp again. Its voice should have only been audible to Tear and Tifaret, but to Krikor, would only sound like a normal cricket chirp.

*Tear&Tifa: Seems like all of you have a lot to learn. No one has actually captured me yet.

After initiating the official challenge among everyone in the room, the wise old cricket would wait patiently to engage all of them, since it was still moving to its own will regardless of what situation it had hopped into. It was still its own spirit independent of the situation, but the game sounded fun. Besides, the spirits were playing their own game here, anyway. It was time to see how well this world was adjusted to their presence, now that the spirits were released.

Krikor thought for a moment, stroking his beard, pondering what to do next.  Since it was a spirit cricket and not an actual cricket, he figured it would be far more difficult than catching a real one, which was already hard enough for a guy wearing sheets of metal.

With that, Krikor decided to try to synchronize with the cricket spirit itself.  He sat on the floor and closed his eyes, folding his legs inwards.  He began breathing deeply, using his Sanguimancy to make it so that his heart was beating in time with the cricket's chirping.  The tempo everything was going at reminded him of an old song that he'd sung in church, and the song started going through his head. Everything was flowing in sync -- song, heartbeat, and cricket chirps.

While all of this was happening, Krikor tried to envision a spectral form of himself reaching out and touching the cricket spirit.  He did not aim to harm it, nor even to grab it, just to reach out and see how it reacted to his presence. Or maybe all of this was just in his head and he was doing this completely wrong, he didn't know for certain. But what he was doing felt...right, somehow. Like he was exposing himself to the universe to try to get more in sync with the fabric of this world itself.

Tear was shocked at first to hear that the voice of the cricket was speaking up to them, and not actually remaining silent. Which was ironic because the cricket only seems to chirp when there is silence around, but not when there is noise, yet creates noise when it there is silence because there is silence just to make noise because it would not be heard otherwise. Then Tear realized; "The Voice Of The Cricket!" His eyes, already set dead lock for his target, Tear, with the flick of the wrist, would hurl his hand outward and resonate with that voice calling out from the single extra chirp of the cricket to capture it.  Once he Synchronized with it, he would say, "... Yes, excellent Krikor..." The closer Krikor's spirit got to the cricket, the more he would start hearing the voice in his head more clearly that was not his own. "... Good thinking..." This was a good method for attempting to grab a spiritual creature, and would have been very much effective in the handling of the situation. As Tear thought and felt this, Krikor, too, should have been feeling something similar to what he was, since their spirits were already synchronized. "... Get Ready Now, Krikor..." Tear would say to him through The Voice of the Cricket as well as his own voice, sounding like his voice chiming in at the same time as a *Cricket Chirp. Hopefully a visual of it occurring would help Krikor to see what it looked like, as well as to also help him hear Tear's thoughts in their minds and feelings in their souls.

*Because both Tear and the Cricket's wavelengths were already Synchronized, and also Tear and Krikor's wavelengths being Synchronized, Krikor should have had two very similar wavelength coming toward and from him, making it easier for him to Synchronize with them, as well, if he could feel them coming from himself, Tear and the Cricket correctly. At that point, it was all about seeing if he could capture the cricket from there. The Cricket Chirp would resound when there was silence, else it be muted out by all of the other overbearing wavelengths.

Tear, on the other hand, who had already captured the cricket and understood its wisdom, would allow it to do as it would after it had given them consent to capture it by coming out in the open in the first place. As a spirit that moved of its own will and way, if it was being revealed, then it wanted someone to capture it, and Tear was able to feel this the very instant he heard the Cricket Chirp. But this did not stop Tear from using his own waves Synchronized with the Cricket to attempt to create a steady bridge for Krikor to close up with a Synchronization of his spirit where he envisioned it and hopefully catch the cricket and its lesson before it decided to get away. Hopefully, if the Synchronization was correct, he would be able to understand what to do through Tear's own understanding (known through what was read in the *Text). This was one of the perks of a proper Synchronization, however Tear wasn't sure if Krikor was aware of Tear's voice and feelings within him yet. Though if he did actually understand and could react properly through feeling his way through this situation, he would be able to experience what Tear was lecturing about.

*All Text Is Documented Feelings After Being Translated.

"Much of this isn't about speaking, Krikor, simply to be clear, so attempt to feel what you should do naturally to accomplish the goal, and I'll speak up as you go along. I'm also doing the same thing that you're doing right now, just not in the same manner." This was Tear's ACTUAL voice, which Krikor would be able to hear normally, since it was not on a higher vibration than his ears were naturally adjusted to hearing. Yet the vibrations of the spirits were both higher and lower, and thus would require proper tuning different from what one was adjusted to with just sound working on its own. Tear was almost tempted to go play an instrument in order to show him a good method for establishing and sustaining a steady wavelength to Synchronize with in a room (similar to how 'Dancing' is accomplished), however he wanted to see what Krikor would do on his own tempo. "Maybe, during Harmonization..." he spoke aloud again, the cricket chirping in time with his voice visibly and audibly to Krikor.  

Tear listened to the sound of Krikor's own *Binural Beat; the sound of his Soul, and would hear a beautiful, solemn hymn that sounded like the voice of a proud, loyal warrior. It gave Tear a sense of understanding about who Krikor was and how he operated, as well as how it must have been for him on his home planet.

*The natural 'Binural Beat' that went on within him (That Is, The Natural Sounds Or Music That Go On Within Your Head When You Think And How They Make You Feel At The Same Time; A Biorhythm) would produce a sound only as loud as the thoughts and feelings of Krikor, which Tear was easily able to pick up on and understand by the choice of his selection in order to center himself.

"Mmm..." he would hum in deep solemn understanding for a brief moment in tune with the sound of Krikor's soul, similarly to how he had done with the cricket. Hopefully Krikor would be able to find an opening he found suitable enough to attempt to snatch the cricket without allowing it to find a way to get away.

"... Remember that it is a spirit," he would also say aloud, "So it may also use methods of wavelengths to escape or evade you." And if the cricket wasn't aware of this at first, now it was, because this was a safety precaution and learning tool that Krikor may have needed to help understand everything Tear had just done, which would definitely help him learn faster. This is a Soul Academy, after all. Spirits would not be uncommon, and neither would other beasts (Similarly to Harry Potter and Hogwartz), so acquiring as much Spiritual Discipline as possible would speed the learning for the more difficult things up. Though, Tear was almost certain that Krikor would excel here, especially in Weapon Training, where it seemed he already had the most experience. Perhaps, Tear would hold a class about that, when they officially started again. Krikor was already showing signs of having developed a relative understanding of the 'Soul Notation' already, which would help him learn to see spirits. Some people learn things because they are naturally sensitive to such abilities, even if never having heard nor seen them before. They developed on their own naturally based on the needs and understanding of each individual spirit. Though, as he concentrated on Krikor, he hadn't forgotten about Tifaret in the slightest...

"... Look, now you can do both~!" He would say in a kiddish manner, chuckling softly and dryly at her, still pointing to the cricket, "Hop to it, Young Grasshopper~!" That would be how they would tango. "And don't mess up your partner, either, as you're so prone to doing..."

Krikor slowly opened his eyes, keeping his breathing even with the tempo he'd created for himself. He slowly got to his feet, looking around for the cricket. When he saw it, he began walking over to it quietly and softly, his footfalls also falling in time with the rhythm he'd made. He tried to get as close to it as possible, and if he got within arm's reach of it, he would try to cup both hands over it so that it wouldn't escape.

"Well Done, Tear..." the Cricket Spirit chirped in time with him, for even being aware enough to capture the cricket when it had given its consent to be captured. At that moment, it would not hop away, however now that it had been captured and was under the influence of Tear's will, which he also was in agreement with, the Cricket Spirit would, when confronted from both directly in front of his eyes (by Krikor) and also from an ethereal energetic standpoint (by Tifaret), the chirp of the Cricket, which was in time with Krikor's footsteps, would resonate and echo the location of the invisible gauntlet that was within the breeze trying to snatch it up from the ground and disappear before the either of them could grasp it, most likely involving the invisible fist to collide with the creeping Krikor. It was still a Spirit, after all. The next moment, it would appear on Tear's shoulder. Having synchronized with him, it was also synchronized with Krikor and Tifaret, as well, and could sense when they were coming, especially when they made such disturbing wavelengths. Krikor had done better before he moved, in the opinion of the Cricket, which chirped again, waiting for Tear's command (like a Pokemon.)