Zach tapped his foot, smirking half-amused as his hackney sack emerged with tendrils of light, pouring into him. He couldn't place such a feeling as anything he'd felt before, but it was distinct, different. He felt almost enlightened, so much more powerful. Keeping his cold demeanor, he decided he wouldn't let it go to his head however.
"So I'm one of the lucky ones eh? So how does my grab bag work?" He joked, kicking the hackney sack up and down with his foot.
"Zachary Steward, you seem to enjoy playing games and pranks on people's blights, with no regard for their safety or the outcome of your own consequences. Thus you're power will be that of 'Freezing.' When you claim your hands along someone, you'll be able to freeze their heart of all fault or sin, past or future. As if frozen from themselves, given no insight onto their circumstance,, and no regard for the past or days of tomorrow thus like yourself, they'll be a 'blank slate' temporarily at your mercy. By stripping others of their temporal agency, you can retain control over others and make them do whatever you would without fear of retaliation. Given time, you may even exert your influence over their past and their anticipation as strongly as stripping it. It even applies to the inanimate. That is your power. Your only Condition, is that the victim know your name, your face and give you simple 'acknowledgement' in some way. A rather easy cost for such a dangerous trick, especially for someone who thrives on notoriety like you don'cha think?"
Zach nodded as the energy from the Sac finished transferring to him. He poked himself, feeling a cold touch like ice linger upon each sensation. He smiled cruelly. With his Freezing, he'd stop people's hearts in their tracks.
"And, because you are unrestrained by such attachments and devoid of novel fondness, for your Requiem, your shielding will be in anything you choose. So long as you only change it so often and the object isn't broken or destroyed, it will be carried within you always ultimately."
The trixster kid mirthfully picked up the hackney sack, and with the slightest bit of concentration, it glowed a bright blue and shone a faint aura. With a tight squeeze, he faded it's glow out before bursting it apart at the seams. The feeding games were only just beginning.
