123. Problems with Anger

- Why do you always have something so strange happening to you…. - Grandfather asked rhetorically after everyone calmed down a bit and I told the story of the cloth and its properties.

- As soon as get used to something, then something else crazier happens immediately... - Ashley held grandfather with a sigh.

- But my life is interesting. - I said flippantly as I watched the cloth absorb my old suit at my command.

- Hm, you were right, it works. - Gwen said, seeing that the cloth had no problems repeating the look of the suit and all its properties, even the technological stuffing.

As a result, nothing has changed for me, only the costume is no longer in the form of a small briefcase that lies in the spatial storage until I need it, but always with me, in the form of my clothes, which can change their appearance at any moment. Well, the protective properties are now much better.

- Okay, let's move on. But first, Lex, could you please…. - said Grandpa, and pointed to the ruined kitchen of the bus.

- No problem. 'Restitutio Damnorum' - I said and once again repaired the damage to the RV. Who would have thought that I would use this spell mainly for this purpose....

- Grandpa, are you feeling better already? - Gwen asked politely as she watched Max get behind the wheel.

- My head hurts a little, but I can drive an RV. - Grandfather said confidently and started the bus.

- That's good. Then I'll go get some rest. Call me if anything interesting happens. - I said and went to the back of the bus to experiment a little with the cloth and check all its possibilities.

***

*Four hours later*

Honestly, I didn't learn anything new, I just learned to control the cloth more freely. This thing is much beyond my understanding, and even turning into a Galvan did not help me figure out how this thing works.

In principle, nothing else was expected from the invention of Contumelias. I haven't felt this impotence in a long time, although it only excites my interest. Probably will have to postpone it for the future and hope that I can get enough knowledge and skills to understand the cloth and learn how to reproduce it.

Still, such a thing will not interfere with my family. Especially if take into account its protective properties. None of my aliens which I can now use, I could not even scratch the material that makes up the fabric. Of course, I didn't use anything on a large scale, but it's still a great indicator of the tenacity and strength of fifth dimensional matter.

Other than that, I was just testing the capabilities of the cloth and again, I can only make comparisons to the symbiote, as the cloth has the same properties and gives similar powers.

With its help, I can do everything the same as the carriers of the same Venom. Unless, the Klintars look like slime, and the cloth is…. uh, cloth. Also, I didn't have an extra voice in my head and the schizophrenia that affects my sanity. But that's just a plus.

The cloth follows my commands without problems and I do not feel any resistance. All I need is a little intention and the cloth will do everything unquestioningly. True, this is not difficult, since, all I need from her is to play the role of my clothes and change them into a suit when the battle comes.

I ended up feeding the cloth to all the rest of my clothes, so now I never have to worry about growing up and my clothes getting too small, or that my clothes are torn, as with cloth, this is unlikely ever to happen will happen.

All it takes is one thought, and I'm wearing a new bow, so I don't need to go shopping anymore. Well, now I don't need to erase anything either. In general, as you can see, I am very pleased with this acquisition and glad that I took the fabric from the Forever Knights vault.

Apparently, they thought it was just a useless rag and left it next to the Diadem, because they didn't feel sorry for it, but it turned out to be an artifact of an ancient race.

Of course, the cloth is not some kind of super-powerful weapon, but its properties are very useful in everyday life, besides, who knows what other secrets she keeps.

Although, even if this is all that the cloth can do, this is enough for me, especially considering how I got it. The cloth greatly simplifies my life, and even such a trifle as not worrying about clothes and a suit is already a huge plus.

Okay, now that I've dealt with this thing, and made sure everything is fine and there are no problems, it's time to talk to Gwen.

I deliberately gave her time to cool down and calm down after the confusion that had occurred, and now it's time to make sure that my guess is correct.

- Gwen, you can come over here. I need to talk to you about something. - I said loudly.

- What's happened? - Gwen asked, putting one of the magic books aside as she walked over to me.

- While I was in the cocoon, I heard everything that was going on outside, so… - I started to say, trying to be delicate.

- You heard, how did I behave and what did I say about Hope? - Gwen asked with guilt in her voice, lowering her head.

- Yes. And I didn't like it. - I said seriously.

- Sorry, I know I was wrong and shouldn't have said that. It's just that I was worried about you and flared up a bit, letting my anger control me… - Gwen said sincerely, clearly feeling guilty.

- Stop, stop. You don't have to apologize. I understand everything and even think that it was not your fault. - I said quickly.

- What? What are you talking about?

- You said, 'flare up and let anger control you', don't you think that's strange? - I asked, trying to figure out if my theory was correct.

- Well, I was worried about you and worried that you would get hurt. I wanted to get you out of the cocoon as soon as possible, and I got mad when Ashley and I didn't work out. And then Ashley stopped me from using fire, and I became even more angry because of my impotence. And although Ashley said logical things, I just wanted to act and flared up even more, especially when Hope was mentioned... - Gwen replied thoughtfully, as if beginning to realize that something was wrong as well.

- Too much pointless anger, isn't it? - I asked.

- Yes. Instead of thinking logically, which would have been more useful in that situation, I let my anger rule me and wanted to solve everything with force, although this is very unlike me. After all, I usually advocate a smart approach, it's Ashley who likes to solve everything with her fists. But this time it was the other way around. - Gwen said softly, frowning.

- You see, Gwen, I've noticed that lately, you've been very angry, acting a little aggressive and acting irrationally, which is not typical for you. I thought that's the way it should be because I offended you and this is the usual reaction of a girl to betrayal, but... - I said getting to the point.

- But as time passed, I became more and more angry, behaved illogically, and I myself could not understand what was happening with my feelings, until today I almost lost control. - Gwen finished for me.

- Right. I thought that all this was the result of your jealousy towards Hope and anger at me, and in principle I did not see anything strange in this, but today I realized that perhaps there is another reason for all this. - I said and pointed to the Pyrokinesis Tattoo.

- Do you think that my anger came from the influence of the Tattoo? - Gwen asked doubtfully.

- It did not appear, but rather intensified. It's understandable that you were angry at me and Hope, but your anger seems to have been fueled by something else and the only logical option is the power of the Charm of Pyrokinesis bound to you. - I expressed my theory.

- Are you sure?

- Almost 100%. You got the tattoo before you met Hope, so it's about time. To tie the Charm, we used an untested method, designed for a different charm altogether. We didn't know if there were any negative consequences and took a chance with that experiment. It seemed that there were no problems, but with Magic you can never be sure of anything, and perhaps that is why it was initially possible to bind only the Charm of Luck. - I said guiltily, taking Gwen by the hand.

- But… but… What about Ashley? She doesn't have any problems with the Electrokinesis Tattoo. She's fine. - Gwen said quickly.

- Perhaps it is, but we do not know what will happen next. In addition, Ashley's abilities always had a bad influence on her mind, and she just got used to this and learned to deal with it. - I suggested.

- If you're right, then you need to get rid of Tattoo. I don't want to go crazy with anger and hurt you. - Gwen said quickly, fearfully, as a small flame appeared next to her.

- Take it easy! Breathe deeply and don't think bad. Nothing bad has happened yet, and we noticed the problem just in time. - I said quickly. There was not enough fire here.

- Fuf, you're right, you're right. As long as everything is under control. So what do we do next? - exhaling more calmly, Gwen said, removing all the flames.

- It is unlikely that we will be able to get rid of the Tattoo, since it has already merged with you and has become a part of you. But we can limit its influence on you and your mind. I will give you a mental shield that I learned how to create as a child. It's certainly not very durable, but it should last for a while until we find a reliable way to protect your mind forever. Hope is just working on it for Ashley and me. - I said.

- Until then, should I not use the power of the Tattoo so as not to worsen my condition? - Gwen asked.

- Yes, that would be more secure. I'll also have to check on Ashley's condition, but for now, let me put up a defense. - I said and put my hand on Gwen's head.

It would be better if I turned into a Squid, but he has too much head power, which I have little control over. I don't want to risk working with Gwen's mind, so it's best to set up a weak but safe shield.

It only took me half an hour to finish the job. When I was convinced that everything was in order, I removed my hands and said: - Everything is ready. I think you'll feel better now.

- I feel like there's a pressure off my shoulders that I didn't feel before. It became easier for me to think, and now I see how much earlier, I behaved strangely. Thanks. - Gwen said with relief.

- No need. It's my fault. I screwed up. I didn't suggest that you bind the Charms without first checking to see if it was safe. - I said with guilt, realizing that everything could have ended much worse.

- No need. I, in any case, would have wanted to do this when I would have known about this method. And I wouldn't care about the risks, you know how I like everything magical. You only thought about us and wanted the best, and this is the most important thing. - Gwen said softly, stroking my arm. I haven't seen her in such a good mood for a long time.

- Still, I should have known a long time ago that something was wrong. Because of me, you suffered… - I said again, feeling terrible.

- The main thing is that you noticed the problem and already know how to solve it. Lex, don't take it all on yourself. In this situation, we all screwed up and this will be a good lesson for all of us. - Gwen said with a smile putting his hand on my cheek.

- Maybe you are right…. - I said with a sigh, realizing that, despite all my intelligence, I can also make such banal mistakes.

- Of course, right. I'm always right. Don't settle down, everything will be fine. - Gwen said with a smile, standing up from her seat and kissing my forehead.

- Does that mean I'm forgiven? - I asked with a weak smirk.

- Not yet. - Gwen said with a smirk, and went to the front of the bus, while wagging her reeds.

- Eh.... - I looked after Gwen, sighed, then said what I had in my thoughts since I realized how I screwed up with these Tattoos: - I'm an idiot....