Becoming whatever Xerean is was not on Scar's agenda, but here he is, in that exact situation.

Once Jabber clarified their intentions to help him adjust to these new abilities, they're sent back to the little cottage. Grian and Xisuma are still spaced out, silent and still as they do professional Code things. "Let's leave them to it. Get out of here. I've a mind to go visit the other Lifers and Ren. You don't have to come, but if you want to, company wouldn't be awful." Xerean suggests quietly. "I think I'm gonna rest a bit. I'm a little tired." Scar admits, and she nods. "I'll see you later." She promises. When the door closes behind her, Scar sighs and puts his hand over his face. What he really needs is to process what's happening. So, recap time: it started when Ren burst past him with Xe in his arms, looking for Xisuma. They find out she's in something a coma for some reason, and at the same time, several of the other Hermits have disappeared for a new Life Series, along with Gem. Scar's left behind and Jabber appears to figure it out as well. Cut to several weeks later and Jabber has announced that Xerean's also in the Series, but there's something wrong and it appears to be looping, and Jabber can't get into the World. A week later, Scar is hit with massive bursts of pain, but Mumbo and Tango return, so it's connected to when someone dies in Secret Life, as it was apparently called. Scar finds out that somehow he's there but also here, and that other him is actively going insane. BigB appears and almost kills him, some magical portal gobbledygook and he's escaped, warning them about Scar and saying he was trying to fight Xe. Xerean wakes up, but she's terrified of him, later she and Jabber say he's getting her powers and now can do all the crazy things she can. And she's scared of him hurting people. He's made a promise to refrain from violence, which he wholeheartedly intends to keep, but he doesn't think it's entirely sunk in yet just how serious this is. The main things he's concerned about is that Xerean is not alright, some evil version of him killed a bunch of people, and now he has powers he doesn't fully understand. He doesn't care much about the details of what he did to scare his friends or why exactly he's being affected. Only whatever he needs to know or do in order to help stop the problem, fix their fear, and get rid of the power he has, because he really doesn't want it. His Forest Elf magic is plenty enough for him.

"I could simply give you the knowledge and memories of Xerean and I's experiences in order to get you caught up, but that'd be too much for your little mind to work through. You aren't old enough to handle thousands of years' worth of memories and information." Scar looks around for the speaker, but instead watches his surroundings turn into something new, blurring like colors on a paintbrush. He now finds himself on the rooftop of one of the massive towers that make up Tango's Frost Citadel, a dizzying height away from the ground below. He hasn't any elytra or a water bucket, either, though he hasn't even used his elytra in a few weeks. The most he'd walked around was to go see Mumbo and Tango. Otherwise he'd been anxiously checking on Xisuma or Xerean herself, or trying to act busy in poor attempts to distract himself. "Uh—" Scar turns and jumps, Jabber is sitting on the tip of the roof, perched like she had a more ground under her feet than she does. "Uh...hi?" Scar doesn't know the Chaos Witch well, but he does know that she's not the same as Xerean. She warned him that despite Jabber having promised not to hurt the Hermits, she has a far weaker moral compass and doesn't see things the way everyone else does, so there is a potential for miscommunications or some slight danger. "What're we doing here...?" She hops down, crouching beside him and looking out over the land below. "She wastes time with feelings and her own confusions when she hasn't a halvenmoment to spare! Like I'm the only one who knows what's about to happen." Jabber complains, as though Scar has any idea what a halvenmoment is supposed to be. Is it a half moment? Sounds like one. But why say it like that? "Halvenmoments are the time between a half second and the next, also known as a quarter second. They're usually used where one of you would say 'I need this yesterday' or whatever past-tense phrasing it is. Much simpler than that set of words." Jabber adds, without looking at him. It sounded more like she realized not everyone knows obscure and otherworldly things, and made herself explain. "Okay?" Scar replies, and she sighs. "Why did you bring me here? Can we get down...?" He looks nervously over the edge, down at the ground a sickeningly long ways away. "Eventually. But you'll have to find your own way down." She answers, crossing her arms. "Sure, I can do that, I'm just atop a tower with no entry or exit, and no elytra or water bucket." He replies, a little bit of his anxiety creeping out to form a hard edge to his words, and Jabber snorts. "You have infinite power and yet you still deny it as an option." She sneers, and Scar frowns. "I don't want it. You said I hurt people–killed people–with it. BigB, Tango, even Xerean, they seemed scared of me, and I don't know why. Well, no, I know WHY, but I don't KNOW why. I don't want them to think that I'm anything like whatever they saw." Jabber looks away, and there's a few moments of silence. "You don't have a choice. You want to make them feel better? The best thing you can do is learn to use them right. I don't care if you don't want to, you're gonna." She states firmly. "Was that why you brought me here?" She dips her head a little, closing her eye. "Yeah. Xerean's not in a stable condition right now, try as she might to seem otherwise. So I'm gonna take this into my own hands until she's ready." Scar nods slowly. "When will she be ready?" Jabber shrugs indifferently. "Anywhere between sometime in the next day or so, or maybe a month, maybe a year, maybe never. I don't know. It doesn't matter." She stands up, motioning for Scar to do the same. "Now you have me wasting time. We're starting now. First lesson: flying. Xe's told you how she uses her powers, right?" He shakes his head, and Jabber rolls her eye. "It's as easy as thinking about it. That's all." She says, and Scar nods. All he has to do is think about it. That's easy. Out of nowhere, Jabber shoots out her hand, and a snake rears up, coiled around her wrist, hisses, and lunges at him. Scar moves back, trying to get away from the serpent, but loses his footing and falls off the tower. Jabber watches him fall, not an identifiable emotion on her face. He isn't getting any help from her, evidently. Twisting to look down, he instinctively reaches for a rocket or a bucket, then remembers he doesn't have one. Did she expect him to fight back? How does throwing a snake at him accomplish a lesson about flying? All it did was take him by surprise and now he's all panicked! He can't think properly unprepared! Kicked off like a baby bird being taught to–

And that's when he understands. Or, partially. He was expecting to be eased into this, a method Xerean would use, but of course, Jabber isn't like that. She threw him in the deep end at the beginning. To what, teach him how to think under pressure as well? React fast? She wants him to fly. Right. He needs wings. All he has to do is spread his wings. That, he does, several feet above ground, then cries out and falls anyway. It was enough to break his fall from a deadly one to a painful one, but he was unprepared for the amount of air hitting his wings at once, they were forced up and stretched muscles he didn't even know he had. Groaning, he rolls on the ground, then props himself onto his arms to crane his head around to see what he tried to use. They're black, shiny wings, which come off his back. He doesn't see any damage to his clothes, which is nice, though Xerean never seemed to have any issue with that, either. He thinks they're some sort of dragon wings? They're not just black, there's small hints of greens and purples swirling within the scales where they catch the light, and the membrane itself is not only translucent, but also a pale purple. Sitting up, he shakes out his arms, his shoulder took the brunt of the damage. Oddly, it didn't pop out or anything. It just stings. He didn't even lose hearts. Jabber lands with a whoosh of air beside him, and looks him over for a moment. "You opened them too late." She concludes, and Scar grunts, consciously closing the new appendages. "You throwing a snake at me wasn't helpful." He points out. Jabber raises her eyebrow, and moves in front of him, and crouches. "Maybe you shouldn't be so jumpy. Snakes would be the least of your worries if you were attacked." She informs him, then offers him a hand up. He looks at her, then takes it as she hauls him back to his feet, despite being also shorter than he is. "The wings will stay until you choose to get rid of them." She says, then snaps her fingers and they're back up on the tower. "Again."

Jabber shoves him off that roof for three hours, until his back aches and he can no longer move his wings without pain in any way. At the very least, he manages to catch himself a few times. Not yet able to flap, but he's been able to glide about 10-15 seconds. Jabber calls it off once she realizes he has no hope of possibly continuing. "That's enough. It isn't anywhere near what you need to be, but it'll have to do. Perhaps I'll steal that Watcher, too, your skills need much work, and you obviously aren't getting it quickly enough on your own." She muses, looking down at the Elven man as he pants for breath. "What would I need to fly that much for, anyway? I have elytra that work just fine! No need for any of...this." He winces as he waves one of the wings, and Jabber looks unimpressed. "Again, too bad. I couldn't care less. Whether Xerean wants to accept it or address it or not, we are waiting for war. Our opponent is much more prepared than we are, and I'm the only one with the apparent sense to prepare you rabble. Even the Watcher's messed up with feelings. He offered to help limit you because they're all so caught up on what bad you can do, they don't realize you're useful." Scar cocks his head. "I am? I mean, yay, I'm able to help, but...how?" Jabber goes to speak, then frowns and sits back a bit. "I don't know. But there's that strength in numbers thing, and if we're facing an alternate, murderous you, Xian, and those Watchers, then we're going to need all we can get." She answers. "And before you say something about not wanting to fight or being separate from this war, it's your fight too, whether you like it or not. And it's the best way you can help Xerean. You want to do that, I can tell by your sad little puppy face whenever she says something even slightly concerning." She answers. Scar's accepted that he's gonna have to learn how to use these powers, but he promised Xerean he wouldn't hurt anyone. He wouldn't be violent. And again, he's concerned as an adult, according to what he knows, Xerean's still a teenager! "Oh, and about Xerean making you promise to refrain from violence? Don't care about that, either. So now, we'll move on to that." Scar sighs, but stands up, frowning at his hands. That reminded him, there was something he was confused about. "Didn't you mention I'd have to deal with dark wants and like, the urge to hurt people?" Jabber stops. "Yes. What about it?" She replies, looking at him. "I'm...not feeling that? I feel like me. Is there a time it's supposed to come up or...?" Jabber lowers her hands, having been about to do something or other, probably to send them somewhere else. "You don't feel it?" She states, then tilts her head when Scar shakes his. "What do you feel?" Scar thinks. "Like myself, but a little emptier? Uh...tired, a little sad. Mostly worried." He admits, then furrows his brow. Jabber's gone distant, hand raised and her mouth slightly open in a loose 'o' shape. "She's left." She says. "What?" Jabber flares a set of wings and several eyes open upon them, not the vibrant purple hues of Grian's Watcher eyes, but a deep, dark and stormy blue, and she suddenly disappears, as Scar tries to ask her what she means. He hits his head on Xerean's low ceiling, abruptly on her bed once again and crying out. Grian and Xisuma look up instantly, as the Elven man rubs his head and sits down. "Scar? You good?" He nods, and looks back over at the two. "Yeah. Uh, yeah, I'm good." He replies, and the Avian squints in the dim lighting then flicks his wings half open. "You've uh, got something on your back there, buddy." Scar looks behind him to realize he still has the wings. How does he get rid of them?? Oh, right, he has to think about getting rid of them. Once they're gone, he relaxes a little. It felt like it was holding him up, like it make his spine straighter. It was weird, but maybe it was just because he isn't used to it. Elytra are sort of fitted around the tops of the shoulders, just above the skin, while these were in between his shoulder blades and whatever muscles and ligaments connected them to his back. "Where's Xerean?" Xisuma's asks, more confused than actually looking for her. "I don't know. She said something about maybe visiting the other people in the Life Series." He offers, but then Jabber appears again. He's insurmountably confused, why couldn't she have just come with him? "Xerean's left Hermitcraft." She announces gravely, but also hinting at anger boiling below. "What? Why?" Grian asks, talons subconsciously digging into the wooden planks a little. "I don't know, but I know where she went." Jabber inhales, holding the Avian's gaze with an icy glare. "She's gone to see the Watchers." 

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