Mediums: A medium is anything that can dispy an image, such as a painting, drawing, or digital screen (and apparently Cave Paintings). As long as the image passes the minimum detail rule, the surface of the medium will feel different from what it should.

  What does not count as a medium:

  Scribbles and Modern ‘art’ do not work. – Likely minimum detail rule.Anything I draw by hand (I’m not a good artist anyway).Baby photos or any that already contain me.If a photo is too torn or damaged.TV static.Problems with mediums:

  A picture taken from or depicting space will require the need for a space suit. (Damn near lost my arm on that one)The same can be said for deep-sea underwater imagery. The applied pressure caused by depth occurs instantly upon entry. (I was enough to crush my finger) Significant depths would crush me instantly.For low-quality but applicable images, keeping my hand inside for about 30 seconds increases the image quality dramatically. (If the medium is digital the storage size increases accordingly)If power is disabled to a digital medium that is currently in use, the object will either be sucked into the screen or gently ejected. When neither can be accomplished, the energy builds up.

  Animation: (This needs further study.) If I keep my arm inside a static medium, after roughly 15 minutes, the image begins to ‘animate.’ (I cannot begin to comprehend how this process works. But I can confirm some factors)

  firstly, it comes with an intensive stamina drain, (even after absorbing the Stamina Vessel, an hour is probably my limit.) and the process takes a long time before completion. Refer to or amend the Time section.

  Another feature of animation is the progression of a video-based medium, by sticking a finger inside and adding time through the use of editing software. This negates the stamina cost bypassing it through technology, but likely causes the cells in my finger to experience the added time. (I am still adding time, just compressing it to a few seconds. I should probably start using my blood instead to avoid aging...)

  Note to self: Try long-term exposure with video games now that data issues have been mostly solved.

  Art style: Artists typically add an art style or fre to their pieces. When anything is taken from images with an art style typically, they take on a more realistic appearance with more detail given to the complex parts. And anything transpnted into an image will take on the same technique or style as any other thing contained within the image. Loss of certain details is expected but determined by the art style.

  Through my ability, I can transfer the art style between two images. (I have no idea what applications this could be useful for).

  Fiction: While a simple photo has nothing too special about it, with its internal space differing on several known and unknown factors, when a medium contains a work of fiction, my ability seems to turn them into worlds of their own. Perhaps even complete universes (or greater) of their own.

  From these images, magic items become real and can be taken. Actors pying characters become their characters (or is it that the character looks like the actor?) In a series where the protagonists fight ghosts that normal people can't see. If I were to enter the image, enter that world, unless I met the conditions, I would be unable to see the ghosts.

  Language: Language is probably the most interesting interaction from fiction. In every instance where I have taken a book or an equivalent written manuscript, the nguage of that item is unique to that world. Be they apparently simir to other real-world nguages or completely unique symbology each one was unique.

  (Each world had its own lore, giving them unique rules, ws, and logic. It's to a point where I believe that my ability connects me to these worlds, and they actually exist out there somewhere. Because if my ability created them ex nihilo on the spot as I interacted with them, that was just too much to wrap my head around.)

  With my final thoughts on the matter, I finished my test additions to the manual while pying another round with Beldum. After pying for so long, it was already past noon, and the sky was beginning to darken. But I knew which of the Talismans I needed to maximize my efficiency.

  Fishing out the Tiger Talisman from the small sack, it was unique among the small octagonal stones, having two depictions of a white tiger on its face and a courser texture than the smooth stone. Across its surface was a notable crack surprisingly this crack didn't break unless pulled directly. Once divided, the talisman should split the user's Yang side and Yin side, creating two separate doppelgangers. It’s the best method I could use right now to clone myself without using Shadow Clones. Once the halves are reunited so too would the doppelgangers rejoin. It also had the effect of soothing the conflicts between the powers of the other Talismans, allowing for more than one or two to be used at a time.

  Holding the Talisman in my hand, gave a strange sense of inner peace while in my hand... There was also this very bizarre instinctual desire to swallow it, which disturbs me somewhat. Overlooking this bizarre feeling, “Please don’t be evil,” I said splitting the Talisman.

  As the sides spit apart, I felt my Primordial Energy being drawn towards the talisman one unit was absorbed as I felt the missing one-third of my total energy taken.

  We stood before each other our gray shirt having divided between bck and white. Both of us looked alike but hardly identical.

  The me wearing a white shirt had tired half-lidded eyes and dark eye bags. (Bck Shirt POV)

  The us wearing a bck shirt had a firm look on his face with crease lines down his cheekbones. (White Shirt POV)

  “It seems the cost is not continuous.” The James with a firm face confirmed looking at his half of the Tiger Talisman, each half kept one of the depictions of the tiger in their opposite hand.

  “Now what?” The James with a white shirt asked depressively, looking like he was having a hard time staying awake.

  “Now, you sit here and watch over the room, pying the game on the phone and watching anime. I’m going to test these out.” The James with the bck shirt responded, grabbing the sack of Talismans from the table causing them to jingle as they moved, giving a pleasant ccking sound.

  “Will that even work?” White Shirt asked depressively.

  “Why wouldn’t it? If our blood works, I should be still able to pass through, even if we are divided.” Bck Shirt said sounding slightly less confident towards the end.

  White Shirt leaned over to the computer monitor sitting on the table, opening one of the images on the desktop before sticking his hand through the screen.

  "It works..."

  “It works!”

  They both said in unison.

  Turning back to his stern-faced clone White Shirt asked, “So we’re here holding down the fort and pying games, while you go and test the other Talismans?”

  “Yes.” Bck Shirt said now filled with confidence.

  “One more question, for US,” White Shirt's voice shifted to a tone echoing his mother, a disappointed housewife. “Which of us keeps the kid?”

  Something that neither of them had felt at first was the separation of not just themselves but also the ejection of the Bloodborn, who had been sleeping inside the dantain before being forcibly ejected by the division. White Shirt had been the first to notice it once he saw it floating behind Bck Shirt's shoulder.

  The Bloodborn to its credit watched silently from behind as the two spoke, its glowing red eyes turned back and forth between the two James' in confusion. As did Beldum's singur eye, as it floated on the other side of the couch. (Why two?)

  Both could only watch the situation in complete confusion.

  “Can you use Blood Ki without it?” Bck Shirt asked, trying to figure out if it worked, but was unsuccessful. In fact, he couldn't feel any Blood Ki.

  “Not really,” The White Shirted James said having a small wisp of red Ki spawn from his finger after a couple tires. It was no more than a centimeter long, but…

  “How did you do that?” The Yang side was stunned, his face momentarily losing its stern hardness.

  “I don’t know? It just works?” The Yin side was just as confused.

  “Blood Ki is a Yin type element…” The Yang side whispered under his breath. Since the Bloodborn was outside their body what the Yin half was doing was shocking. Externalization had been impossible without sheer luck. And now the Yang half was trying to deduce the reasoning, which was elemental affinity. “Keep it. In case something happens. I’m only pnning to be gone for an hour at most.” The Yang side said seeing that he couldn’t do anything with Blood Ki.

  “Ok, fine by me.” The Yin side said lying back on the C-shaped couch in a contemptive thought for a moment. His eyes closed his left hand moved to support his head, “…What happens if we fast forward?”

  “What?”

  “While we’re – you’re in the video, what happens if we fast-forward?”

  “Since I’m in the video,” The Yang side started, having been taken aback by the suggestion first, with a contemptive look on his face, “Time would move faster around me, and I would be affected by the differential. One hour in there, depending on the speed, could be a couple minutes outside...”

  “So, we could more efficiently use our time?” The Yin side suggested.

  “We would still age. Nor do we know how that would affect the Talisman’s power. For now, set the video to two times speed after I enter.”

  “So where are you going?” The Yin side asked.

  END