Snippet #1554874

As Takeo and Varjo both rested near the end point he awaited other riders to appear so far it looked as if only four people had been able to pass the first test. Thankfully Moira was one of the four so far to appear at the finish point. And that's when Takeo noticed that his pocket containing his badges appeared to becoming lighter and less bulky. It caused him confusion because since the moment he had placed them in his pocket they were nothing more than a pain in the ass...literally. He hadn't done anything to lessen the annoyance either. Disturbed Takeo removed all four badges to make sure that he still had all four of them and to his surprise the badges had started to disintegrate slowly. Oh what the hell is this? He questioned in annoyance as it appeared that the badges might end up turning to dust before the first round was over. Being as pessimistic and suspicious as he was he immediately thought that someone had played dirty using some kind of magic to get him out of the games early or that something else was going on. Not helping the situation was the sense of impending doom that he had begun to feel a short while ago as well. Although a normal rider might not have felt this way, Takeo being a competent shadow nation rider was very attune to other shadow magic as well, but because of the extra power amplification of J's magic Takeo wasn't able to full tell that the entire thing was now an illusion he only felt as if something was wrong.

And then that's when he came up with the perfect plan. His medal's that he needed to collect were black and he was after all a shadow rider and he had his dragon with him who was able to put out a fairly large amount of energy towards magic.
"Varjo do you think you might be able to conjure up a replica of my medal?" He asked quietly so as not to be over heard by someone who might try to out his clever plot. For a moment Varjo was silent as she studied the medallions in his hand soaking in the detail of the item, discovering it's every curve and bend and gleam. After a few minutes she closed both her eyes and began to concentrate and soon enough floating in front of them a small ball of darkness appeared and began to take the form of a black medal. As soon as it was finished Takeo was ecstatic and tried to immediately grab it but instead his hand only went through it.

"It is only a minor illusion, people will see it and when worn on your chest it will look and act like the real thing. But if anyone tries to touch it their hand will go straight through. I could attempt to make them solid but that magic would take more power and may alert other riders in the area that someone is using a decent amount of power." Regretfully and slightly annoyed though Takeo nodded in agreement. Making a perfect replica of an item and then making it physically real required more power than a physical tendril of shadow and Takeo knew it. But soon enough four perfect black medals were upon his chest as if nothing was affecting them at all and his four now half way gone medals were placed back in his pocket like they weren’t even there. At least one problem is solved although I still have a feeling of...of...I don't know if a word can describe it. He quickly questioned Varjo on this feeling he was having and she agreed mostly that she felt the same way and that it felt and tasted of Shadow magic but she didn't quite understand it for the same reason that Takeo was unable to understand it the magic had been amplified and powered high enough to cause them both to be on edge but to not be able to sense what it was, at least not yet.