9th Taunt | Video/Action

[misterbrief]

[He'd thought a lot about this, long and hard. But even with all the evidence presented to him over the past year and a half, that still was never enough for him. He didn't want to rely on anything else to fight, he had his own power and his own strength. But being caught like he did so many times on the draft by shifters, relying solely on his own natural strength to survive- there had just been too many close calls.

And he had needed help more than once. How much that ate at his mind was unfathomable except to a few. One day no one was going to be there to help him, even if he hated the very idea of needing help. And if he wasn't ready, where would he be? Put into a position that he allowed for himself to be in, to die. To be sacrificed, like he was already by that bomb the cultists used on them. And next time, he wouldn't be so lucky and he knew it. He still had his reservations about contacting the spirits. But, he felt as if he couldn't avoid it much longer.

Too many what ifs. What if even something so small from the spirits would have helped him? He was sick of it, sick of knowing that might be the only thing he could rely on against their enemy. The only thing that worked when all his other powers were disabled. But even so, there's still more he wanted to know. Because if there's anything he hates, it's wasting time on things that are pointless.]

Video:

[The video feed flickers on, revealing the face of the prince, looking as serious as ever. He gets straight to the point.]

I must know. For those of you who are in contact with the spirits here, what use do you find in their power? Especially in combat. I might even have the patience to listen to a story or two regarding that, as I find it incredibly important in this matter. [He glances off to the side, knowing how this goes in Luceti.]

I know some of you would prefer to speak in person about such things. I'll be at Mythoria Café later tonight. But I won't stay long.

Action:

[As always, he's easily found. During the day, either at House 29 or the Battle Dome training, with both his sword or with his abilities. He does keep his word, appearing at Mythoria Café after he's done training and showered for the day.]

Comments

[misterbrief]

I'm not interested in normal magic. The only reason I'd learn anything at all from that is to get a head start to learn the filial magic faster.

[Something small, that would be a good start. Nothing like what Helios does, he saw that on the draft.]

[windandrain]

Well compared to proper magic, filial magic is almost laughably easy to learn. Even the basics.

[Especially the basics.]

[misterbrief]

Well, good. At least that won't be much of a problem then. [It'll just be his mental block now, great.]

It can't be all that hard. When I was doing it before it was unfathomably easy. Simple spells should be a piece of cake. [Right?]

[windandrain]

Have you ever watched me casting a spell, or even just manipulating my Anima?

[She shoves a bite of rice in her mouth to cover a laugh.]

[misterbrief]

Yes, of course I have. Why.

[He wonders what she's getting at...]

[windandrain]

Can you feel energy? See the flow of it?

[Her eyes gleam slightly as she continues eating so he can answer.]

[misterbrief]

I can feel living energy. I cannot sense magic nor see it unless it manifests itself in a visible way. Will you just tell me what you're getting at?

[windandrain]

That the act of shaping magic, or anything of the sort, is more complicated than you might think. It won't be a piece of cake and you'll need help at first.

[misterbrief]

[It's not vocalized, but he sits back in his seat and just looks like he's groaning at the idea.]

I'm confident I'll be able to figure it out on my own. [It'll just make things a lot harder than it needs to be and he'll screw up a lot and...]

[windandrain]

[...and]

You'll allow me to show you the very basics.

[misterbrief]

[He blinks a few times.]

I can do it myself. I did it once before, I'll do it again.

[windandrain]

Your memory was re-written, so was mine. Or...do you think I have a lot of experience fighting men in dog-masks?

[misterbrief]

[His finger taps on his arm, not happy with that response.]

You've been alive for almost five-hundred years. How am I supposed to know.

[windandrain]

...Dog masks.

[Honestly.]

Honestly, Vegeta. How often do you think that particular thing comes up. And magic-eating apes?

[misterbrief]

I don't know. I've seen stranger things.

[Lots of strange things. Like Buu. He's strange.]

[windandrain]

So have I.

[She met a god who's true form involves having three heads and sixteen arms.]

But magic-eating apes are still strange. The uncommon sort of strange that's almost mundane. But in a bizarre enough way to be unique. And he was sort of cute...

[misterbrief]

Cute? [He can't believe she's saying that, even if it was all his idea.]

Whatever. I can't believe I wanted to keep him, even for a moment.

[Still, the ape proved useful.][He really doesn't want help...]

[windandrain]

Cute. Monkeys are cute.

[She chuckles.]

You seem to have a way with them, though.

[misterbrief]

[The face he pulls. No. Way with monkeys, no.]

I do not. They're nothing but creatures not worth my time. [Oh god no]

[windandrain]

You do. Our little friend certainly liked you enough.

[She smirks.]

[misterbrief]

Only because he was using me as a food source. I said it once, I'll say it again- nothing but a freeloader.

[windandrain]

[She fights very hard, managing to barely repress a laugh. Freeloader? With all the cooking she does for him, and how little he repays her?]

Either way, magic isn't so simple. And it's just as alive as my Anima, or your ki. Magic is life and life is magic.

[misterbrief]

Yeah. We'll see about that, now won't we. [He thinks he can do it just fine!]

[windandrain]

[Shrug. She continues to eat.

Which reminds her of a conversation.]

Oh. If you're alright with it, one night soon I'd like to invite a friend to our dinner.

[misterbrief]

Whatever. As long as they're not noisy and irritating.

[Can't be any worse than the parties back at home.]