1x1 with The Ninth One

[Jeydon]

Wren didn't seem to register Jake's words, staring straight ahead as he swayed slightly. After a second, he promptly dropped to one knee, pressing his hands against the ground, his head hanging, and drew in a shaky breath. He hadn't been expecting such a wave of exhaustion, though he had been overusing the illusory world lately, which certainly contributed to his fatigue. Additionally, he had gotten worked up over the sky-room, and had visited the archives, both of which had been particularly taxing.

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Jake looked at him and could tell he was over exhausted. “Here. Let’s get you to your room.” He said and stood after he had fully recovered. He picked him up glad that he was really strong. He walked back towards the dorm. He got a few looks and listened to their thoughts but he really did not care about that. He looked at him. “What room is yours?” He asked him.

[Jeydon]

Wren certainly didn't appreciate being carried, though he didn't exactly have the energy to protest at the moment.
"Right next to yours," Wren replied distantly, as though this information was common knowledge. Overcome by a wave of fatigue, Wren took a steady, deep breath, closing his eyes for a second before opening them again.

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Jake knew he did not like being carried but knew that he needed to get him back to his room. “Oh...I had no idea.” He said quietly. He gently set him down when they were outside of his room and looked at him. “Can I have your key to get you inside?” He asked. He held out his hand so he could take it.

[Jeydon]

Wren attempted to preserve a shred of his dignity by remaining upright, however that scrap was soon lost as he stumbled into the wall and slid down onto the floor. With a tired sigh, Wren slipped a hand into his pocket, retrieving his key and tossing it up to Jake. If he couldn't even stand, he must have been straining himself quite a bit with his abilities. Since the disruptions had started appearing in the illusory world, Wren had found himself more and more exhausted after visiting, despite his deliberate avoidance of tiring rooms.

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“Are you okay?” He asked a little worried about him. He took the key and unlocked the door and opened it. He picked him back up and walked inside shutting the door with his foot. He walked inside and set him on the bed. “Do you want me to stay with you or are you okay?” He asked looking at him. He was wondering if it always was this bad or if it was just this time. He watched him closely to see what his answer would be.

[Jeydon]

"No, no, I'm fine," Wren insisted, sounding rather distant, though for once, not in a disinterested way, "The disruptions just... Take up a bit more energy than usual. It's like... It's like trying to run a computer with a virus. There are errors in the system, that take up memory space, and therefore slow the whole computer down. In fact, the whole illusory world is like a computer - files upon files, and the more files there are, the slower it becomes, and the harder it becomes to maintain. I just have to... Continuously upgrade my hard-drive."
Wren explained this all in a very logical tone, gesturing to head as he mentioned his hard-drive.

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Jake listened to everything that he was saying. He then nodded. “Okay. As long as you are sure that you are okay. I am sorry that it is taking more energy. Hopefully we can figure this all out soon.” He said to him. “I will let you get some rest. I will see you tomorrow.” He said before he walked to the door and went out. He went into his room and laid on his bed and thought about everything that had happened and who they may have to face. He was just not sure what to do to help Wren with his energy.

[Jeydon]

Wren let out a groan as he was left alone, rolling onto his side. His reply of 'I'm fine' had been about as far from the truth as it could have been - all the metaphor about computers and the illusory world had simply been a successful attempt to divert Jake's attention from the blatant lie.
When Wren's abilities of mental projection and telekinesis had first manifested, every personal assistant and trainer he had been working with had suggested he focus on his telekinesis - they insisted it would be more useful, and easier to master. However, Wren had had little interested in prioritizing his telekinesis - it was a useful ability, yes, but it was for more direct combat. This could have been a benefit, however Wren had never had much interest in being the main combatant in a battle - he preferred to remain as the backup, supporting stronger fighters from behind. With his illusions, Wren had surmised, he would be able to effectively aid those he may be fighting alongside. Although he had honed his skill in telekinesis, he avoided using it, conserving his energy for his mental projection. The difficulty of mastering his illusions hadn't deterred Wren either - the harder it became, the harder he worked, and eventually, he had achieved a magnificent ability, and built a world of unimaginable scale, all contained within his head.

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Jake decided to get his mind off of everything and play his guitar a bit. He sat and played before he took his guitar and went out into the school grounds under a tree and played a bit. It was nice to be in the fresh air. It felt good. He was getting some looks from others who clearly liked his music but he was not paying very much attention to the small group forming around him. He was just enjoying the outdoors while he played. He kept going and people would come and go. He did not mind that he seemed like he was showing off his skills. He was just having a good time. That is what he always tried to do. That was usually his goal. He did not mind that others were enjoying his music too. A few sat down to listen for a while.