10950/Training Sessions: Stage 1 - Discovery

Training Sessions: Stage 1 - Discovery
Date of Scene:	29 April 2022
Location:	Drummer, Kansas
Synopsis:	Chas and Phoebe travel to Kansas to test out some baseline of Chas' new powers as, whatever he is. Mystical humor at Chas' offensive ineptitude and Phoebe get's a broken jaw for her efforts as a good teacher.
Cast of Characters:	Chas Chandler, Phoebe Beacon

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Chas Chandler has posed:
    It's been a few days since Chas woke up from his extended slumber and a number of things have progressed for him. For the one, a number of items from the Loft Apartment above the ruins of the Laughing Magician have been moved out and into the Curio--dispered between Phoebe's apartment and others who might have use for them. To be honest, not much survived the destructive cyclonic force of the Archangel bursting through the structure. Chas has maybe three sets of clothes to his name and one jacket among those. He's at least managed to get his phone, wallet, and keys back--small favors from his former abductor, so he at least has his car and a means of mundane communications.

    Another change, is that he's mostly moved out of the Curio and into the apartment of Asariel Basotini in Brooklyn. While he was grateful for his daughter's assistance and the loan of his old place, there were a number of memories in that apartment that needed to be left there and not carried with him--between bullet holes, broken door frames, and residual feelings of emotions felt there... it was all a different lifetime to the man and one that he would cherish but also one he needed to move on from if he was ever going to get a handle on his life as it was now.

    One thing that hasn't changed was his constant contact with his family. Geraldine recieved regular calls from him (the cell bill must be devastating) before her bedtime--easy enough to make a phone call at 3:30 PM. It was a decision he had made not long after calling her the first chance he received after waking. And it is a habit he wanted to maintain given everything that his life has become. The other person he keeps in regular contact with is his other daughter: Phoebe. Between texts--he's a millenial, he understands the terror that is "talking on the phone"--and occasional application messages over more direct services he lets her know that she is always in his thoughts.

    But sometimes texts won't do for important discussions and the young lady's phone lights up with Chas' number (and whatever monicker she's listed him as in it: probably Cabbie Dad). Given his usual means of texting or messaging, for to warrant a call, it must be important.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe had guessed that Chas wouldn't stay at the Curio long. Who wants to be living right next to their ruined workplace?

    Phoebe had brought some additional clothes by for Chas between recovering items from the bar and the loft apartment, including some of her own drawings and a book of mandalas carefully copied. The temporary lodgings at her apartment in 3A was traded out, and Phoebe understood that it was only ever going to be temporary. She can't keep Chas separated -- protected -- forever. It was a weird turn of roles for them.

    Chas's cell bill might never go up, though. She was glad Geraldine (Phoebe had taken to calling her Teenie Deenie when she popped on the phone every once in the while, and sent texts and snap-chats to both Chas and Geraldine of her dog doing dog things, on occasion another dog that looks like a big, dark great dane or a small Jack Russel Terrier. Occasionally pictures of food (as teenagers are wont to do), and always 'do you want me to bring something by?' offered to Chas. Gotta take care of the big guy, right?

    However, the one time he called, she seemed a little winded as she answered. Of course, her phone transmitted a cover of Kashmir back at Chas before she picks up.

    "Hi Dad, just got in from -- work. What's up?"

Chas Chandler has posed:
    The break in discussion of what Phoebe was doing is not missed on the man he nods even if she can't see it. "Understood, Lighthouse. I was wondering if you wanted to test out some of the new capabilities this... change of nature has imparted on me?" he asks. There is a level of irritation in his own tone. He doesn't like not being entirely--or remotely for that matter--human.

    He continues on, nonetheless. "I'm not sure where to do such testing. I mean, I know the new base has a training room... Cael sort of already used it... on me..." he glances aside, the memory of being pummeled by the woman was still raw emotionally if not physically. "But the ins and outs of that place is still up for debate. You have any ideas?" he asks. "That is... if you're not busy."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "-- DID SHE NOW?" Phoebe asks with mixed annoyance and surprise over the phone. "I wanted to be there to make sure no reactions -- doesn't she know -- ugh. /Ugh/." she huffs.

    "No, I'm not busy. It was a slow run -- let me grab some stuff. Do you want me to portal us both out? I think there's a place in Kansas, abandoned fields near some strip mines. Real barren." she suggests over the phone. "And better, not a lot of people who could get caught in a crossfire. I think I have it marked."

    There is a soft ker-FWUNK. A whrrrrr. The sound of gears turning and a mutter of 'That elbow is never going to feel right, is it?'

    "Maybe we can grab dinner on the way back."

Chas Chandler has posed:
    "It's fine Phoebe... really" Chas says attempting to placate the young woman's protective instincts. "Nothing terrible happened other than the wounds sealing shut almost as quickly as they were opened. "She's earned that much payback for what... well... for what he did with my body." He shrugs and lets the matter drop.

    Changing the subject to transportation he says, a smirk creeping into his tone. "Considering that I can no better teleport now than I could before I was taken to Heaven... yeah, you doing the portaling might be idea if we want to get it done today without a red-eye." An arched brow adds a question to his next words. "Elbow?" he asks, before a nod. "And... sure... dinner on the way back sounds like a plan."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Work piece." Phoebe pauses. "Never twists quite right, long standing joke with Red and I." Phoebe replies over the phone, and then, about twenty minutes and a bottle of SURGE ENERGY SODA later, a red-gold portal opens up in the middle of an abandoned greenhouse facility under a clear blue prairie sky.

    Phoebe is not wearing her armor. She's wearing an orange T-shirt and jeans and boots, and has her go bag with her, her hair wrapped up in an orange hair wrap. She has a pair of heavy work gloves sticking out of her back pocket, and some clipboards under her arm.

    "Here we are -- Happy Trees Greenery and Garden Supplies, part of the incorperated town of Drummer, which has been largely abandoned for twenty years. I don't think this place even has a zip code anymore."

    She turns to Chas with a wry grin. "Should be good for testing.

Chas Chandler has posed:
    Chas looks around and nods. "You're right. This place is a steal if it's as abandoned as you claim," he says. He's dressed in a pair of blue jeans, heavy black work boots, and a simple grey polo shirt. A dark blue windbreaker tops the outfit off. He doesn't look like he's ready for combat testing, but then again he's never had the need for much else beyound his size and weapons.

    If all accounts of what he is are correct these days... now, he -is- the weapon. Moreso than any blade, ballistic, or blunt weapon could ever hope to be. He steps a bit away from the young woman and turns to face her. "So... how we want to do this? I mean, it's pretty clear after the thing with Cael that physically hurting me is a tall order. Even with enhanced strngth from the amulet she received from Raphael, the damage she did was mostly superficial and didn't last more than a moment." He pause and frowns. "Oh... also. I don't know if it's relavent but... umm..." he hestiates, seeming embarrassed. "I glowed when me and Asa...well... we kissed and I glowed." Talking about intamacy--of any sort--with your own daughter is a tall order. Even something as chaste as a kiss draws redness into his cheeks. "I don't know how or why, it just sort of... happened."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "I checked. No one's registered to be living here, and it hasn't seen activity on any sat-scans for years." Phoebe replies to chas, and she looks around as she considers how best to test things. She pulls up one clipboard as she dumps her pack by a wrecked greenhouse, and begins to write down:

Healing Factor - resolve wounds in minutes even w/ enhanced strength blunt damage (Cael Punching)
Likely light-based/comparable to Angels?
Glows with Arousal.

    And after she writes that she blinks, and gets that 'oh god what did I just hear' expression, and then she straightens up a little bit.

    "Well. I mean. Experiencing a highly positive emotional and hormone-driven moment?" she blinks a moment, "I mean, remember, I'm a trianed medic, announced that before I moved in with you I can be totally professional when dealing with things of a sensative nature."

    She flattens her lips then.

    "... but are we talking Asa's going to need sunglasses at night or what?"

Chas Chandler has posed:
    Chas runs a foot along the ground of the building. "I understand professionalism. But it's still... there are some things you don't discuss with your daughter and one of those is your love life..." he says as he runs a hand through his hair. "To be honest, I'm not comfortable talking about it with most people."

    To the next question he shakes his head. "It was soft glow. Nothing overly bright. And being that she herself is a personification of the moon, pretty sure light can't truly harm her in that fashion. She's built to absorb it more than anything." He shrugs. "I mean... I'm open for anything really. Whatever you think will get results." He spreads his hands and awaits instruction... or attack... or whatever the young woman has in mind.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "I don't blame you," Phoebe begins as she writes a few more things down. "There was a time I felt like running into people that hadn't slept with --" she cuts off and she takes a deep breath. "Well. Good news isit's not like I haven't heard of people glowing when they experience joy. Just sometimes it's more literal." she states, and she takes out a pair of safety glasses.

    "All right, so first thing's first, I want you to close your eyes, and just envision power going to your palms. Rub your palms together until they're tingling, and visualize forming a ball between them. That's how I first started forming light that became my staff. I wonder if we can get something similar." she suggests.

    She takes something that looks like an old fashioned camera out -- a spectrometergraph. It's been rigged to plug into an old smart phone. "I'm monitoring ambient energy levels."

Chas Chandler has posed:
    Chas nods and shifts his stance. He spreads his legs shoulder width apart and closes his eyes. His large, work worn hands come together before him and he starts to rub them together. "A tingle..." he says with a frown. "Got it" he continues to do that, his expression growing slack as he focuses on the sensation.

    It doesn't take long for the device to start to register something. A spike of energy coming from the man before her. The concentration is on his hands but the energy flows through him like a circuit. The residual feeling of his power from before is listed as a visual and numerical value with the device's readout and it's not insignificant.

    Golden light forms around Chas' hands and he says, "I'm feeling something" he says. "Is it working?" The globe of light between his hands as he draws them apart is unformed but it's roughly the size of a basketball, if not entirely uniform in its spherical shape.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Phoebe's eyebrows rise up as she looks at the readout, and then she turns her gaze up and looks at the golden light. She straightens herself up a little bit as she breathes out, trying to gauge what to do next as she crosses her arms over her chest. She takes a breath in, and lets it out slowly as she watches and then quips with:

    "Well, open your eyes and take a look, Dad. You've got a light." Phoebe quips, and she gives a wry grin.

    "Now, try to throw it at me."

Chas Chandler has posed:
    Chas opens his eyes and seems alarmed at what he is holding. "That's... bizarre. It's... warm?" he says. Then chuckles. "Pure light. I suppose it should be, shouldn't it?" He looks more like he's holding a live viper than a amorphous ball of light. "Throw it?" he asks.

    "Alright" he says, apprehensively. He concentrates on the not-quite ball and forces his hands forward, tossing the energy to the young woman. The energy leaves his hands with a slow, floating speed and falls quite a bit short of the woman turning into a small puddle before her feet and disappating like evaporating water.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Light can be warm or cold. Mine kinda..." Phoebe braces for a moment, holding herself steady, ready to defend against the oncoming attack!

    The... slowly... oncoming... attack... which fizzes out.

    Phoebe peers down at the disappating puddle of light, and then rubs the back of her neck.

    "Well. That was anti-climatic." Phoebs decides out-loud, and takes out her extendable staff, extends it out, and pokes at the ground a little bit.

    "Maybe it's all defensive."

Chas Chandler has posed:
    Chas deflates. "That's... pathetic..." he says staring at the cleared ground. "Then again... maybe you're right. Though nothing popped up when Cael was hitting me, aside from the busted lip and broken nose that snap back to normal in seconds."

    He looks up at the sky. "Maybe it's part of the package. I mean, I'm not Michael. I'm not some battle hardened archangel. Given everything that came before, it's not beyond the pale that the change in leadership made them all defensive combatants unless told otherwise?" He rolls a shoulder and shrugs.

    "How do we test that?" he asks. "You okay attempting to blast your dad into oblivion to see if the aegis of Heaven will take it in stride?" he chuckles, clearly attempting to lighten the prospect of Phoebe releasing her power on him. He's seen what it can do when unleashed plenty of times.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Yeah. So did about 200 rank-and-file angels and one Power. Given the time -- and incentive -- Phoebe can unleash her powers in deadly ways. How fortunate for everyone else that with her full range of emotions, that would be pretty abhorant to her.

    "That's not pathetic. Do you see me shooting fire outta my fingertips or belching chlorine gas? No. Everyone's got their knacks, Dad." Phoebe explains, and she rolls her own shoulder, and then cracks her neck a moment, shrinking her staff down as she looks at Chas, walking close a moment as she rubs the back of her neck, and then she shrugs.

    "Let's try something normal first. Keep that thought of the tinglies in your hands." she replies, and then she draws herself down into a guarded stance, and then makes a jab with a loosely closed fist at Chas.

Chas Chandler has posed:
    Phoebe isn't a pushover in a standard fight. Trained by a number of brawlers from Liverpool--and now by a powerhouse of the punch in Batman--she knows how to use her small frame to greatest advantage. The punch connects, but strikes at something just above Chas' frame. A coalescence of light that pulses out from the impact sight and does not budge.

    Chas frowns at the ripples of light pulsing out over his frame. "A forcefield? I didn't even do anything... I just... Well, like you said, I concentrated on the warmth." He lifts a hand as more ripples from the impact flutter over and fade.

    "So... natural defenses?" he asks. "But I have to be in the headspace for it. Hence why they didn't show up with Cael. Alright." Dropping his hand he asks. "But how far do they extend is the real question."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe is no slouch at all. Even friendly spars, and she's trained with far more than Liverpudlian brawlers -- assassins with healing factors, Aikido masters, all sorts of people have lent their time and knowledge to her.

    So when Chas wonders how far the forcefield flexes, Phoebe shrugs.

    "One way to find out." she says, and then she turns in quick order, drawing down to reverse-leg sweep Chas, trying to set the big man to his rear end in the middle of the field!

    Luckily, there's no mud!

Chas Chandler has posed:
    Again the leg connects with an unyielding field of golden white light that pulses and ripples over the big man's frame. "Looks like it's the full body sort..." he says looking down. "But again... concentration maybe? I mean, I can feel the impact... in here" he taps at his temple and then looks at his hand.

    "Selective targeting maybe? Or maybe I can touch myself because I believe I can..." he sighs. "I don't know. It was so much easier when it was, take magic sword--kill monster." He shakes his head. "As I was saying, I can feel the impact in my mind. BUt it's a background noise more than any real pressure. But I'm not moving and I'm not doing any of the things that stand out to fix the fact that I'm far from human these days."

    Like breathing. In fact, Chas' movement has been eerily still this entire time. He's not joking, he's not moving at all as he stands there more statuesque than a human has any right to being.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    THUD. Phoebe's leg solidly hits the field of light, and she lets her leg drop as she back-shoulder-rolls, and then pops up. She brushes her arms off as she gives a soft 'hmm' sound.

    "YEah, I noticed. Lydia doesn't breathe regularly either. Usually only to sigh in frustration or huff angrily." Phoebs gives a slight smile, and she gives a small shrug of her shoulder.

    "So you have a pretty solid force field, and can generate light but... uh... not do much with it." Phoebe comments as she squares herself a little. "So. This is probably going to be the hardest thing you've ever done. But. I want you to Think of someone you Absolutely Cannot Wait to sink your fist directly into their face. And I want you to focus that warm sensation." Phoebe states, and she braces.

    "And then I want you to punch me as hard as you can."

Chas Chandler has posed:
    Chas blinks. "You... you're sure?" he asks. Not really waiting for confirmation he pictures someone in his mind. It's a slow thing. There are a number of people he could be mildly irritated with, but actually angry enough to strike? That list is very, -very- short. He frowns for a moment and thinks on people he's irritated at.

    One name springs to mind. He blinks at the suddeness of it and shrugs. "Alright then." He closes his eyes and focuses on the warm energy coursing through him before openeing his eyes. There is a flash of blue light, as his usually dull irises flare to unnatural luminosity.

    The punch he swings at Phoebe has the makings of a haymaker, even without the absolute god-level strength placed behind it. That golden energy shears off his knuckles as he swings at his daughter, even if he doesn't see her before him he sees the face of a man he would call brother in any other circumstance.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe would have told herself that she knew what she was doing.

    Her eyes catch the light in his eyes, and she considered, for a split second, the heavy amount of *guilt* Chas would feel at actually hurting her.

    And at the last possible moment, she raises her hand and activates her own shield, the rose-glow of her magic and the lazily-spinning eight-pointed, squared star showing.

    The strength doesn't just dissipate though. She's struck, and she gets flung a bit, give a cry of alarm as she tumbles top-over-teakettle off to the side -- because as much as you can shield, her shield doesn't fully dissipate the energy, and Phoebe is a good deal lighter than Chas.

    " -- oh-ohbkay--" she sits up a bit, and then flops back down, holding up her hand.

    "Jchaw booken -- g'me minude."

Chas Chandler has posed:
    Chas blinks out of is moment of anger and gapes. "Oh... oh God... Phoebe..." he moves toward her, kneeling down. "I'm... I'm so sorry. I didn't... I didn't know. Bugger all. Maybe this wasn't the best idea..." he says frowning over her and looking at her jaw. "Can you..." he pauses. He's not sure she can heal herself with her power. Had he ever seen her do that? Maybe once? She always bounced back from injury before... maybe that was a by product of her powers?

    He reaches up and gently turns her face to better inspect the damage. "Hold still... I need to see just how bad it is..." he says softly to her as he looks her over.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "M'finb!" Phoebe protests, and even with her darker skin, the bruising is already looking better as she wrinkles her nose. She's almost always been able to heal herself, other than that one time with the giant sand scorpion venom, the venom purposefully made to kill Phoebe, which required time in the House of Mystery and the help of Papa Midnite.

    Wasn't THAT a time.

    Phoebe, as it turns out, can actually heal herself. The jaw gives a crack, mocing back into place as Phoebe lets Chas inspect it.

    It was pretty bad. Her lower jaw was probably shattered at impact. It probably hurt like a bitch, because it *definitely* didn't look comfortable healing.

    She wriggles her nose, and brings her hands up.

    "DEfinitely enhanced strength, probably tenacity too -- ooch..." she mutters, and opens one eye and looks up to Chas.

    "... I'm okay. You okay, Dad?"

Chas Chandler has posed:
    Chas looks a little ill. "I'm... fine physically just..." he shakes his head. "Let's not use you as a punching bag in the future." He looks at his right hand. "Even with your shield I... I didn't know it had that much behind it." He gives her a small smile. "I'm just happy you're not permenantly injured. I don't know if I'd be comfortable hurting you long term just because of a science experiment or well... whatever we call this."

    He rises and offers her a hand. "Come on. I think... for now that might be a good base for me to start from." He dusts off his own legs before helping her dust off as well. "We know that hurting me, at least if I'm expecting it, isn't going to take very easily and if I truly want to hurt someone... I can deal some real significant damage; even if it's not energy based." He grins at her. "You mentioned dinner, still hungry?" he asks.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Gimmie five minutes before I try to portal anywhere again, that kinda took it outta me." Phoebe admits, and she winces a moment, but uses Chas's hand to help pull herself up, brushing herself off as she teeters a moment, and then re-centers.

    "I don't think I've ever been hit so hard that my equillibrium got knocked off kilter. You... must have pictured someone who really, really pissed you off." she pauses a moment.

    "I hope it wasn't Renee."

Chas Chandler has posed:
    Chas looks aside and rubs the back of his head. "God no. It wasn't Renee..." he says. "Renee and I buried out hatchets against each other years ago. No... it was..." He shakes his head. "Who it was isn't important. It's just good to know that it's not entirely defensive... at least I can still initiate violence if I want to."

    He grins. "I'm not sure I'd be comfortable being a pacifist for the rest of my life." He shakes his head with a forced snort. "Bit too much of a detour in life... even without the whole different makeup and magic powers."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Yeah, Suddenly Magic is a heck of a detour. I wanted to be Batman when I grew up at one point. Suddenly Magic. Now I... get to train under Batman. Life is weird. So weird." Phoebe comments, and she reaches up and gives Chas a solid pat on his shoulder.

    "Even if it was all defensive, I've seen you bodily throw people out of the bar. I don't think you're the 'wait for people to hit first' type." she smiles slightly, and shrugs her shoulders.

    "Whoever it was, I feel pretty sorry for them. That was a hell of a hit. Last person I know you wanted to hit hard enough was --" she pauses a moment, and her eyes go wide, and then she sheepishly rubs the back of her own neck.

    "If it wasn't for my shield and my healing power... that probably would have done a lot more damage. Maybe we oughta get you some boxing gloves if we ever have to field you." Phoebe attempts to make light of it.

Chas Chandler has posed:
    Chas chuckles. "Yeah. God forbid someone dodges and I end up missing them and hitting a teammate or a building... hate to take down a legal firm or something on accident." He rolls his fingers a bit, still bewildered by the mean strength of his new form.

    "You're sure you're okay?" he asks. He would never think to hurt Phoebe that much on purpose and the fact that he did just now without thinking about it was more than confusing to him. he would need to be careful to not do anything too roughly while holding on to his power.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Mm? Yeah, don't take down any law offices; I don't know how much sway anyone has with the law offices except maybe the Dent firm in Gotham. If it's still Harvey Dent's, anyway. Don't think we could handle a lawsuit." she trails off a moment, and stretches her arms above her head.

    "Speaking of which, I have the cash that was in the safe at the bar; it's stored away. I'll have to get that to you. At least so we can get you hooked up with more clothes. And stuff." she trails off, scratching the back of her neck a moment as she looks off over the plains, reaching up and touching the silver chain around her neck. The chain leads down to a locket, hidden beneath her shirt.

    "We're gonna be okay. Things are in stupid flux right now, but they'll settle out." she lets out a breath, and then looks up to Chas.

Chas Chandler has posed:
    Chas nods. "I think we will too..." he says blinking at the mention of the stashed away bar money. That would help him get back on his feet significantly. "Just... don't be a stranger. Even if the Bat has you on a strict regimen, I'm still your dad and that's not going to change unless you want it to." He places a hand on the young woman's shoulder protectively. "I'll be a rock for you whenever you need it."

    He smiles. "So... what are you feeling food wise?" he asks. "I'm open to anything..." Which was true. His tastes had dulled somewhat with the lack of needing food, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy food even if the nutritional value was nonexistent for his new form.