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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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[Belthazar might have talked for another fifteen seconds or so but she fires off a spell and that's that. He goes completely still, eyes as wide as dinner plates as the spell narrowly misses him, only to swing back around for another stab. He moves only to duck his head and try to make as small a silhouette as possible.

When it's over and he's still alive, he's panting hard, and he can see the exact damage that her spell inflicted on the wall and tiles around him. He could have retorted, really-- could have thrown up a shield or something, but instead he froze. It's embarrassing, all things considered.

He normally has a retort for every situation-- some kind of sassy remark. But his stunned silence speaks volumes in itself.

... He's listening. For now.]

Edited 2019-04-20 07:25 (UTC)

[That's the first right thing he's done this entire conversation. In response she lifts her spoon again, arcane energy gathering, but this time she flings the spell at her own feet, and the same effect takes shape- the shards damage the floor in a circle around its point of impact, but it shapes perfectly around the both of them, leaving each just as untouched as before.

When she lifts her spoon a third time, it's to rest it casually against her shoulder.]

Mana gems, or ice knives- arcane explosions can be dangerous. It's not just you that you should be worrying about. How about that human friend of yours? Or anyone else who sauntered on up to your gem experiment in the snow? People are gonna be around you when you cast. And you can't just isolate yourself all the time, either.

[She taps her own shoulder with the spoon a few times, taking a step forward to nudge at the broken floor with one boot.]

You say you don't want to hurt people, but you're missing two very important facts: one, focuses don't hurt people, it's what you do with 'em, and two, you're already hurting people by using wild magic. You may be at the top of the list of casualties, but uncontrolled arcana can't be shaped the same way without the proper tools. You keep this up and you're gonna take someone down with you. You do that, and it's not just your problem anymore.

[Very abruptly, the tapping stops, and her eyes are all fire and steel.]

And this is the only warning you get, bud: if that someone is someone I care about? I will fucking end you.

[Taako likes you. Taako hangs out with you. Think about that.]

[He flinches when she casts another spell, thinking she's going to shoot it at him again, but she's just demonstrating. Still, he's listening, and the twitch of his ears gives him away if his rapt gaze doesn't; he follows her movements, gold eyes lingering on the gentle thop of her spoon against her shoulder.

He could argue, a little. But they'd be more reasons and justifications, like she said, and that callout alone takes the breath out of any excuse he might have. She's not... wrong, and admitting that sucks, but he can't be right all the time. Taako and Lup are incredible wizards and he has a lot to learn from them, he knows this. His pride can take a backseat.

She's right, too, that he doesn't think about what's going on around him. At some point his luck will run out. He won't have the answer for everything, and someone will get hurt. If Hiro got hurt because of him, or gods forbid Eithan... he'd never forgive himself.

His fingers tremble a bit, a nervous habit, and he curls them into fists. It takes him a considerable amount of effort to lift his eyes again. When he speaks it's in a quiet, even tone as he tries to keep his own emotions in check. He can scream later in the comfort of his own quarters.]

Can I leave now?

[Whew, he hasn't been scolded like this in a long time.]

[Her eyes narrow immediately- dangerously.]

Is that all you have to say? -Actually, you know what, I don't care at this point. Request denied. I'm not satisfied.

[And he's even further into the doghouse, now. She can see the conflict, and the way he looks thoroughly scolded reminds him of just how young he is, but that's all the more reason to lay down the law, use a firm hand. He won't learn if no one teaches him. She's never wanted kids or apprentices, but evidently no one's bothered to do this with him before, so it's on her shoulders now.

Fuck. She's so angry, it's all she can do not to fireball this whole room.]

Your focus, before you came here. Tell me about it.

[He's been away from home a long time, and Adra isn't here to give a gentle guiding hand. And honestly, he needs to be screamed at sometimes. Adra has no idea his son's been freecasting here because at home, that wasn't a problem. As always, Belth got too big for his britches.

He can tell she's mad and that she doesn't like that question, but he doesn't understand what he was supposed to say. Thank you? Not when he's like this, he'll sound like he doesn't mean it. There's a part of him that will kowtow to anyone to escape being hurt but that part is smaller now, only really appearing when he might actually die.

He breathes out slowly and wills himself not to blink out of this damn room and run. He doesn't... want Lup to be mad at him, but he can't just run away and expect to fix it later, either.]

... I had a staff. It's nothing remarkable, just a standard issue bronze staff with an orb on the end.

[Nothing remarkable, he says- but grabbing and using a random staff or stick in the fleet is an unreasonable expectation? This little shithead. As if she wasn't angry enough already.

But fine, whatever. She's never done unremarkable in her life, and she's not about to start now. And while he may not deserve it, nor is she feeling especially charitable, if the trade-off is her brother's safety and well-being, then...

...gods, okay. This stupid kid is getting a focus.

With an irritated huff she tucks her spoon back into her belt and walks past him to retrieve her brush, then heads towards the chalkboard covered in project notes, calling back with a dismissive tone,]

Fine, then. That's all.

[He doesn't know why exactly she's asking that question, seemingly unrelated to everything else they're doing, but it's beyond him at this point. He's upset and he needs some time to decompress, at which point his brain will helpfully recall every single word and torture him with the playback for several hours while he tries to sleep.

He'd better get started on that.

He does feel bad, though, enough that he inhales like he's about to say something else. He hesitates. He decides that he's better off not saying anything, perhaps the smartest thing he's done since he got here, and he leaves.]

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