[i]Drake sat on a stone protrusion, sticking up from the ground, like an oasis in the dank, dimly lit temple. From his prosthetic hand, he tries to create another projection, but only sparks come out, looking more like a dying firecracker than the impressive hologram he had created earlier. Though you tried to be quiet, he head Sawyer's footsteps, as well as familiar whoosh of the Arrowhead touching down. He doesn't turn to face you, but he clearly addresses you,[/i] "When Jim died, he gave me his powers with his dying breath. I didn't know how to use them, but when I was escaping from that facility, I felt... amazing. I disintegrated everything I touched, I could blast beams of energy from my palms, and I could create these things that I never thought was possible. But... I didn't know how to control any of it. It was like an explosion of energy, and now that the blast is gone, I can't make anything happen. As the crew's residential warlock, I fired that you could help."

He listened sullenly to Drake's speech, which he said with a quivering voice, distraught and devestated. Despite this, his ears pricked up at the sound of his leader and friend's newfound magic. Being the only Mage within Arrowhead, it was rather exciting to be able to revel and speak with someone over the arcane arts. "Of course," he nodded, and stepped forward to Drake. "What type of magic?"

[i]Drake didn't sound quivering--however hurt he was, the only time you had seen him remotely quivering was when Celina had died. Now, he sounded empty, and more nostalgic than anything, like he had just been awoken from a dream and wasn't quite conscious yet. [/i] "He was an Echomancer: someone who channels energy through harmonic frequencies. He always wore these stupid headphones, because music seemed to get him concentrated. He transferred his powers to me--almost all of them, at least--but that focus doesn't seem to work for me. I dunno how my powers work."

Sawyer nodded, his prosthetic eye flickering with a spark of light, information filtering directly to him through a holographic. A recognition washes over the man, accompanied by a sigh of acceptance. "Echomancy... manipulations, of photons, light, sound. Yes, I'm familiar with this. It is a variation called [b]environmental arcane[/b], a sect of magic that revolves around the use of natural elements. It is not a magic that is perfected with studying and knowledge of tomes. Rather, you must become in sync with it, through trial and error. Attune yourself, become part of what you must master. Your temporary understanding of it came from a burst of short power, a need for it. These elements are alive, understanding of you. Become a friend of it, tame it for your own." Sawyer shed his pelt, revealing a simple coat of black, worn leather, studded with metal. He proceeded to raise his hands in defensive position. "Throw some punches."