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She sighs and shakes her head.

"Magical fire is all I can think of. Blasting won't work."

"...."

"..........."

Does he really have to do this. He really, really doesn't want to and it goes against his pride to ask something like that for help.

"Well, I don't know how to speak with that hot-headed boogieman, so you're out of luck."

"I do," she answers quickly and with a little smile. "I just can't do it myself. I've tried."

"Good for you." He folds his arms. He swears he won't do it, he won't he won't he won't...

"We need to do this, you know. I know it's troublesome...but is it worse than dealing with the vines?"

He wants to just say yes and be done with it to avoid having to talk to Eferin. Instead he glares at her, his expression saying 'yes, that would absolutely kill me to do', growling and tapping a finger against his arm.

"Well, how do you do it, tell me, so we can get this over with."

"We'll have to go into the forest, and meditate on the two of them. It should be easy enough, and then we can get rid of that pest once and for all."

Her eyes flicker with annoyance. Because she really wants this done. Please don't flake on her, Grumpy.

He heads towards his door, not saying anything now that he's got some socks on and grabbed a hoodie that he slips over his head as he exits. Annoying. He doesn't even think this will work. But he grabs his purple boots, and waits at the door.

Fine. He'll go. But he won't like it and he'll be a pain in the ass about it because he has to so something that hurts his pride a little to do. And act like a baby. He's really good at acting like a brat.

She follows him to the door, silently smiling to herself as she tugs it open and steps out into the chilly air. Her feet leave the ground and she starts off towards the north.

"I know a place, it's not far."

"Lead the way," he says in a mock excited tone. "I can't wait to speak with the spirit who had the audacity to take control of my body. Maybe this time I'll get to follow through with killing someone! Won't that be fun?"

"Well, you'll be killing vines, so that's a blessing."

She leads them out over towards the mountains, a small clearing in the foothills the destination. Setting down, she tosses out two meditation mats and sits.

"Just take a seat and concentrate and we'll get this over with."

The amount of not excited he is. It's over nine-thousand.

He sits down on the mat, grumbling still. Okay great. He's on a mat. In the woods. Doing nothing.

Concentrate on what.

This is stupid.

"I think I heard a piece of grass grow."

"Did you now?" she answers mildly. Vegeta, grow up.

Of course, he isn't entirely wrong. A vine pokes it's head out of the grass and seems to be looking out at them.

"Just...try and think of fire. Because I feel the spirit coming."

He glances over at the vine and zaps it with a finger beam. That's bad. That means it's coming.

"Great. Just what I need." He breathes out heavily in frustration, and closes his eyes. It's hard to meditate though when you know something is on its way and it's going to try to do something to you. He thinks of fire. Bonfires, burning cities like what he used to do, lighting the entire forest aflame because that sounds like a great idea right about now, anything that involves fire and probably destruction right alongside it.

But he's also impatient. How long is this going to take?

Luckily, that's sort of what Eferin was waiting on. The spirit's sense enters his general vicinity, and there's an unspoken question there. What do you want him to do? Do you want to stop the vine monster? Are you willing to let him do the work?

At first, he's surprised. He didn't think he'd get an answer, and he's never contacted a spirit before. His ears perk up, looking around, but then he realizes he's not going to see Eferin. Closing his eyes once more, he tries to communicate somehow. He doesn't know. She told him that they needed magical fire so he's here to ask about stupid magical fire. Apparently, he's the one that's got to do it since there's some kind of connection between himself and Eferin, which is might he remind the spirit, because he possessed his body at one time and he's still not happy about it.

But Vegeta does make it clear that he wants to kill the stupid vines. He wants them gone and if that means he has to shoot fireballs from his hands again, he will. Because blasting doesn't work. They just grow back.

Kill the vines you say? Punish the annoying nature spirits you say? Well, sign him right the hell up! You just tell him where to light the matches and he'll burn like the Springfield Tire Fire.

Ahem

He means that he'll help you, all you have to do is let him burn up a few piles of leaves too.

Eferin can burn down half of the planet for all Vegeta cares. Fine by him. How does this fire crap work, anyway.

Are you gunna give him magic or are you going to do it yourself, spirit?

You're gonna have to point, dude. He'll do the rest.

"Are you ready yet?"

"Yeah, yeah." He glares over to her. "He's going to help. I hope you're happy."

He stands back up, looking for any sign of those stupid vines. Hopefully they can get rid of them for good this time.

"I am," she shouts as she stands up and leaps into the air. She'd felt the vines coming, and here they are! "And you should be too, because this is going to be a mess!"

Dozens and dozens of them, all swarming at them carrying various heart shaped wreathes, garlands and other things.

"Just point," he growls. He doesn't like this, and wow. Heart shaped items. He just. He can't. He can't with these vines anymore.

So he does just what he's been told. He points right at the center of the swarm. And from his fingertips, a flame forms and shoots at the vines, catching them on fire. They writhe, not expecting this from Vegeta. The guy couldn't do this before, where did he get the magic?

"Just throw fire at it!"

She flips a hand out and draws out Kippinn's power, as...odd as it is to not use her own. wind joins the flames, fanning them and making them stronger as they wash over the vine-y vanguard!

"See, it's working."

The fire burns the vines, and the wind spreads it among their foes, and he scowls. Wow. He could of done that with his own power. But for some stupid reason it doesn't work. It really irritates him. Because of these vines he had to ask for some stupid magic.

"Yes, I can see that, thank you very much!"

In his anger, he starts flinging fire everywhere he sees something move. He doesn't care if it lights the whole forest on fire, he wants it gone.

"Good."

She uses the wind to sculpt the flames, keeping his anger checked by going after the vines first. They're the target, not the forest. gosh dude...

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