Elder Blood Witcher 394 We Do What We Must, Because, We Can.

Reima only heard of this incident later on, after pa.s.sing a gossiping group as he was heading to the room of requirement for his nightly training. He felt bad that Fleur was subjected to something like that, he also felt pretty redundant as a man because he couldn't accept her advances. He knew Fleur was attracted to him as it was blatantly obvious, even if he was completely stupid he would have noticed her intentions when they were drinking together. Maybe he should talk to Ciri about how to deal with this? She's a girl, she'd probably know... Though that would have to wait until tomorrow morning.

For now, he intended to practise something that'd been niggling in the back of his mind. The spatial tearing that he'd almost frozen himself with, he had some suspicions based on what he was doing last time he'd attempted to use them and felt confident he could create a substantially different result.

As he enters the room he lets go of the Staff of Ma.n.u.s, allowing it to transform into the black liquid before scurrying into his shadow, looking around he sees what he would call "The representation of h.e.l.l", as he'd asked the room for a room that burns incredibly hot. What he ended up with was basically a giant furnace that would hopefully prevent any incident with ice from ocurring again. He also locked the doors behind him as if anyone even opened the door a fraction they'd no doubt be turned to ashes due to how hot this room actually was.

Wasting no time Reima imbued his Elder Blood energy into his fingers while thinking about apparitions basic principles, as he's doing this he thinks of the other side of the room vividly before plunging his fingers into the air in-front of him, causing them to enter a spatial pocket? Tear? Either way, they escape this dimension. Once that's done he pulls his hands apart, trying to open... Something? He continues to think of the other side of the room as he eventually pulls the spatial tear open, revealing... Himself? Looking through the rift it looks like he's staring at a mirror, he tries to release one of his hands that are holding to glowing Turquoise border of the tear but finds that it immediately snaps shut like a rubber band pulled taut. Again he pulls the tear open and telekinetically throws something through the tear, causing it to be thrown from the other side of the room and at himself...

Reima "Is this a portal? Did I just make a portal?..." he mutters excitedly, he holds the tear open and steps inside, finding himself on the other room. He had indeed, created a portal.

Reima smirks, "Guess I'm "Thinking with portals" now, huh?" he snarks to himself.

If there was one thing he remembers from his past life, it'd definitely be the almost ridiculous amount of time he spent gaming, with Portal being one of the only puzzle games he actually liked. The nostalgia effects him so much that instead of training anything else he just spends a couple hours playing around with the portals, he changes the room halfway through as all his attempt to make a stone companion cube end in a molten melted failure.

During this he does make some discoveries that could prove useful, he can extend the size of the portal with the a.s.sistance of his Telekinesis, however it is incredibly difficult to maintain both at the same time. Even when he uses his telekinesis he still has to have his hands imbuing Elder Blood energy into it at an equal rate to keep it open without abruptly shutting, which leads us into another use... Cutting. As the portals are inter-dimensional things that shouldn't be affecting the physical world in the first place, any objects caught between them that aren't imbued with Elder Blood energy are severed in two cleanly... Obviously some magical things can resist this as magic seems to affect s.p.a.ce in some weird ways that Reima isn't able to quite figure out.

Reima actually experimented with the Staff of Ma.n.u.s by imbuing it with Elder Blood energy and using it to hold the sides of the tear out, allowing a substantially larger portal to be created. Though Reima doubted he could even move while performing this feat of strength and magical control.

Last but not least among his discoveries were that momentum is maintained through the portals, this was seen when he threw something into it. This meant that if he intended to try and stop someone falling with one or attempting to block a projectile it would fail spectacularly and both would result in someone becoming a fine red mist.

Reima ends up spending the entire night messing around with portals, only realising that he had forgotten about his and Ciri's morning run when her Swallow Patronus flies into the room and starts calling him various names with Ciri's voice.

He makes his way down to the Gryffindor dorms where an impatient Ciri is tapping her foot.

Ciri "Having too much fun playing with yourself I see?" she says while brus.h.i.+ng some stray strands of hair out of her face.

Reima "What can I say? My girlfriend doesn't so it falls to me."

She snorts "Just get ready, I wanna get some exercise in before breakfast."

Reima "Aye, aye cap'ain." he says before heading into his dorm to get changed, waving to Luna who's apparently already up and talking with.. Neville? Huh, never saw that coming, well if he does something impolite I'll have to have a "talk" with him.