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Who: Lup + anyone!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Heron / Iskaulit
When: Nowish

Hey there, fleeter friends, let me pick your brain for a few minutes, get those creative juices flowing.

If you could have any kind of magical weapon, armor, or a fancy artifact- what would it be, and what could it do? The theoretical sky is the limit, here, this is just a fun thought experiment.

[Toooootally theoretical. She's not fishing for new stuff to work on, no sir.

Lup can be found easily enough in person as needed, either in her room or in the kitchen on the Heron, or messing around in the smithy onboard the Iskaulit. It's project time.]

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If only I knew some kind of compulsion spell, but those things are better left to the divine.

[Seriously, priests know Confession and they are not afraid to use it.]

Why do you think I've been freecasting this whole time? I trust my own sense of control over some rock that can't even hold a middle C.

[Yeah, sorry bud, can't Zone of Truth this gal. ...Well, he could try, but her stats are real good.

That comment, though-]

Hey, yeah, about that- is that even safe?

[Because everything in her 200+ years of magical experience is screaming at her on how very, very dangerous that is.]

[There's a small pause.]

It's... that is... slightly safe?

[WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN]

[THAT PAUSE IS ALARMING]

Hey, what the fuck?

[Words mean things, dude.]

[Oh no.]

I-I lost the staff I had when I was first taken! It isn't entirely my fault.

If you're casting dangerous magic without a focus then it is absolutely your fault, dumbass. What if you blew yourself up in the recoil?

That's why I learned to make salves, since I couldn't heal myself.

There is no such thing as innovation without risk.

[......]

Hey, Belth? Bud? Come over to the Iskaulit smithy, huh?

[All smiles and sugar-sweet tone.]

[... okay, that tone is something, but...]

... The smithy? Why? I don't think I can help you there, I'm not strong enough to lift anything.

[you poor dumbfuck.]

Because I can't kick your ass over the comm network, obviously.

[He is so fucking dead.]

Is that supposed to convince me to go?!

It'll be worse if you make me get up and track you down, sooo...

[Go on, test her. She has teleportation spells and she's not afraid to burn them out of spite.]

[He is so fucking dead he might as well just yeet himself into the cold vacuum of space. This is a instinctive fear he has not felt for some time... the wrath only an older sister can inspire. There's a certain look, a tone of voice. He remembers.]

Okay, okay, I'll come! Just don't kill me, all right?!

Nah, I won't kill you. It's pointless here, right? You'd just come back.

[Because that's the only reason.]

[... Very reassuring.]

... That isn't what I wanted to hear, exactly, but I'll take it.

[He'll be showing up at the smithy soon, and not looking happy about it. He can't figure out what Lup would want with him if she doesn't beat the snot out of him. Maybe the whole idea is to test how well he casts without a focus. He's ready to defend himself, even if it's a foregone conclusion against someone like Lup or Taako.]

[Is he ready to defend himself against the chalkboard brush that's suddenly flying towards his head? Because that's happening.]

[He throws up his hand in a snap, stopping the chalkboard brush with a shield of flame. It's obviously a close one judging by how wide-eyed he is.]

Can't we just talk about this like adults?!

[says the dumbfuck teenager]

[Fuck, he dodged. Well, good thing she had a contingency plan- and now that she's aware of the problem, she's watching how he casts like a goddamn hawk.]

Maybe when you act like one, you dumbass!

[And with an upraised fist, shaken in his direction, she redirects her Mage Hang levitating behind him to give the brush another good throw at the back of his head.]

[He has an edge in this because of the instinctive way he casts magic. He can feel it as a part of himself and the world around him, an edge only strengthened by the mage-sight. But it's not foolproof. And he definitely gets beaned by that second attempt.

He stumbles a bit forward and drops his shield so he can clutch at the back of his head.]

What part of taking responsibility for my own failures is childish?!

[Okay, cool, so it's not foolproof. And he apparently failed his concentration check so that's doubly-satisfying.]

The part when you completely fail to learn from those failures and use them to fix your own shit!

[Who can keep concentrating when being attached by an angry schoolmarm?]

What was I supposed to do, enchant a stick and hope it doesn't fail me? Conjure magical ingredients out of nowhere? I haven't found anything suitable for my incantations since I got here. I had to mold rocks to find something halfway suitable for mana gems, and those are completely inert.

This universe sucks at magic and I wasn't about to stop what I was doing just because of a little danger!

Wrong, dumbshit! You ask for help!

[Just try calling her that out loud, see what kind of dent she makes in your head then!]

A stick's better than nothing at all! What the fuck do you think this is? [She pulls the wooden spoon from her belt, pointing it at him.] It's my focus! You think I couldn't kick your ass into next week with this? You think it makes me weaker to use it, just because it isn't some fancy overpriced chunk of metal?

[Belthazar makes a face like that possibility never actually fucking occurred to him, because it didn't. He's had friends who were talented in magic, sure, but no one with the precise set of skills he has. He's known Taako and Lup for long enough that he could have, in theory, asked about a focus. But he didn't. He never even asked the network.

Other people could help? Other people could help. He stares mutely as she shoves a spoon in his face though he leans back slightly. The sound of yelling makes his ears pin against his head tightly like a cat, and he shrinks a bit, like he wants to run. He very sorely does, but he also wants to stand his ground because-- because. Because he's stubborn, that's why. Pride and wrath are his two greatest sins.

Which is why he continues this stupid shouting match.]

I don't make things like that! I make floating potted plants and dresses that change color, and macarons that are every flavor you can think of, and cakes that sparkle and journals that lock at a command, and -- [His voice trembles.] -- gems that store mana so I don't have to go draining people when I get thirsty.

I can't make arcane focuses or weapons and I don't want to! I don't want to hurt people!

[And that right there? That makes her pause. Practically a breakthrough, that one. She takes in his words, his tone, his body language, the implications which may or may not lie between what he's actually saying.

It's an interesting perspective, but not one that she especially likes. So, y'know. Something to poke at, there.

She lowers her spoon and closes the distance between them, standing in front of him and eyeing him over. When she speaks, her voice is quieter, infinitely more calm.]

Belth, what do you think a focus is?

[Lup doesn't shout back but he's still tense, still ready to act reflexively if hit. Her quiet voice gets him to look up finally, his expression cautious and confused. It's been a while since he looked like this. He feels twelve again. And considering how he's still hunched over a bit, he looks it, too.

She's too close but he's afraid of moving, now. So he just looks up at her and hopes against hope he's not about to get completely destroyed. Something about the change in tone is... scarier than the yelling, because he doesn't know what she'll do.]

It's a-- a vertex. [Rambling book definitions helps at a time like this. He talks far too fast and doesn't breathe, but that's normal.] A point of magical energies initiated by the caster so they can anchor a spell and prevent irregularities from tainting the ritual. It can also amplify the natural abilities of the caster. Over time an arcane focus can also take on some qualities of its owner, which is why archmages' staves are usually passed down to their successors. Materially, they're generally found as staves and quarterstaves, wands, and enchanted daggers and swords.

[That's... the answer she wanted, right?]