Some people who kidnap folks to do untoward things to them might be a trifle annoyed at questions. Not Azwel, apparently. He smiles a smile that could almost be considered 'delighted.'
"Such a ready mind," he murmurs. "Very well, I shall tell you." He doesn't move away at all and, in fact, draws a little closer. If asked, he'd have to be honest--there's something about this being that draws him in, makes him long to touch him. So he does, his fingers trailing heat along so far somewhat innocuous places--along an arm or hand, shoulder or collarbone. "Some refer to it as orgone, the spiritual energy radiated by all sapient beings with a libido, that builds during sexual activity until it releases with orgasm. But that is a simplistic view. There's much more. These devices," his gaze cuts to the array of crystals and lenses and mirrors, "have measured so many more accompanying wavelengths. It is, after all, during sexual congress when the mind and body lose coherency--the boundaries between them dissolve and energy flows freely."
He stands back, now, though, as his voice takes a grand and, moreover, exhilarated tone. "The mind and the body are, in that moment, in a perfect state of flux! Pleasure and pain, laughter and tears, serenity and wild abandon all exist in the same space! At once discrete entities and a joined whole! The soul is a powerful source of spiritual energy and, at that moment of explosion, that energy can be harnessed!"
Azwel gestures to the array attached to the bed, again. "When filtered through this array--reflected and focussed and compressed within the helical structure of these crystals, that energy can be condensed in many ways." He reaches under the array and there's the small, musical sound of glass against metal as he removes something. Walking back into Felih's view again, he leans in very close once more, holding an orb that nestles neatly in his palm. Iridescent purple light swirls in its depths, glowing faintly and humming gently with life and vibrant power. "Look," he whispers. "Within this orb lies enough raw magickal energy to do nearly anything--power devices, heal wounds or illnesses, cast spells... anything."
Here he smiles again. "Why you? I can sense it. Feel it. You have so much untapped energy within you." He gently places the orb against Felih's forehead, where a song of sweet life hums through the warm glass. The orb's glow grows bright. "It's picking that up even just from your third eye," Azwel murmurs.
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"Such a ready mind," he murmurs. "Very well, I shall tell you." He doesn't move away at all and, in fact, draws a little closer. If asked, he'd have to be honest--there's something about this being that draws him in, makes him long to touch him. So he does, his fingers trailing heat along so far somewhat innocuous places--along an arm or hand, shoulder or collarbone. "Some refer to it as orgone, the spiritual energy radiated by all sapient beings with a libido, that builds during sexual activity until it releases with orgasm. But that is a simplistic view. There's much more. These devices," his gaze cuts to the array of crystals and lenses and mirrors, "have measured so many more accompanying wavelengths. It is, after all, during sexual congress when the mind and body lose coherency--the boundaries between them dissolve and energy flows freely."
He stands back, now, though, as his voice takes a grand and, moreover, exhilarated tone. "The mind and the body are, in that moment, in a perfect state of flux! Pleasure and pain, laughter and tears, serenity and wild abandon all exist in the same space! At once discrete entities and a joined whole! The soul is a powerful source of spiritual energy and, at that moment of explosion, that energy can be harnessed!"
Azwel gestures to the array attached to the bed, again. "When filtered through this array--reflected and focussed and compressed within the helical structure of these crystals, that energy can be condensed in many ways." He reaches under the array and there's the small, musical sound of glass against metal as he removes something. Walking back into Felih's view again, he leans in very close once more, holding an orb that nestles neatly in his palm. Iridescent purple light swirls in its depths, glowing faintly and humming gently with life and vibrant power. "Look," he whispers. "Within this orb lies enough raw magickal energy to do nearly anything--power devices, heal wounds or illnesses, cast spells... anything."
Here he smiles again. "Why you? I can sense it. Feel it. You have so much untapped energy within you." He gently places the orb against Felih's forehead, where a song of sweet life hums through the warm glass. The orb's glow grows bright. "It's picking that up even just from your third eye," Azwel murmurs.