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 Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2024 7:34 pm
Magion was enjoying the cooler weather. She liked the heat! She loved the warmth and the feeling of the sun…it reminded her so much of where she had been stuck on Magion…but she had to admit…the changing of the seasons? There wasn’t anything like this. Hadn’t been the feeling of cool since her last visit to Gelida and that…
That had been a very, very long time ago indeed.
…Hopefully, one day she would be able to visit all of the islands on Magion again…but for now?
Now she would appreciate the cool breezes and chilly nights of Destiny City.
It wasn’t often that she went off on her own, especially after the horror of that strange…game? That had…that just hadn’t been something she enjoyed. But…tonight she felt the aura of another Senshi and hurried to find them.
Spotting the white clad male she gave a small wave. “Hello! Hi! I’m Magion! We should be friends!”
Direct and to the point. Just as people on Earth enjoyed!
Maybe…this Senshi was stronger than she was…perhaps…
“Would you be interested in sparring with me? I desire to get strong again!”
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2024 7:45 pm
It was the sort of night that Cleeia enjoyed being out on. Not too cold, just...cool, and lovely, and a little breezy, and he could lean against the half-wall surrounding a rooftop and just take in the night.
It was good to be a Senshi, he thought. To get to do things like this, and not have to worry about draining or quotas or anything. To basically get to decide what he wanted to do, and then do it how he wanted to. To...relax.
Someone else was coming, but the only aura nearby was on his side, so he wasn't exactly super worried. Especially not when what he got was a cheery greeting. He turned his attention to the approaching Senshi, and gave her a wave.
"Cleeia," he introduced himself, "pleasure to meet you." Her offer was interesting--and to be fair, he probably needed to get stronger too. He'd been languishing. If someone did try to catch up with him....that'd be bad.
"Sure," he said. "What do you want to work on? I'm not that good at throwing punches, but I've got weird magic that gives people ideas." For a time. Until it wore off.
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2024 8:02 pm
“I’m dreadful at punching! I feel so bad if I ever have to do it! I mostly try to rely on my magic to put people in a better mood and then we can talk things out! But…”
Magion hesitated…perhaps…since she was bad at punching…she should focus on that…but at the same time…
She really didn’t want to. The thought was so distasteful.
“Would you use your magic on me? I would like to see what it does, then I can do the same with you…and then maybe we can try to punch? If…”
Biting her lip, Magion shrugged. “If we think it’s necessary?”
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2024 8:25 pm
Oof. Yeah, Cleeia could understand that.
"If I could avoid a fight every time, I would gladly take it," he said. "So...yeah, magic for now sounds good? See how it feels when we throw it at each other? And, uh, see if we need to do the fisticuffs thing after."
Hopefully not. Even with someone else who said that they weren't very good at fighting, Cleeia was not eager to show off his absolutely abysmal punching skills. No one needed to see that, literally ever.
Probably he should want to get better about it, since he was technically a wanted man, but....nope, no, that was not something he wanted to do. He would just have to deal with being kinda bad at punching.
"Okay, here I go. Dark Inspiration!"
No reason to go all out and throw his more powerful magic at someone weaker than him during a friendly spar. That would just have been mean.
Hopefully whatever ideas it gave her, they weren't "punch Cleeia in the face." Then again, she didn't exactly seem like the "punch Cleeia in the face for absolutely no reason" type, so.....maybe he was safe? He could believe he was probably safe. Quote: Sailor Scout Attack: Dark Inspiration! Cleeia speaks the name of his attack, drawing the form of a strange glyph in the air, which appears glowing yellow as he draws it. He then gestures towards a target, and the glyph flies over, passing through them and dispersing into a yellow mist. The target finds themself seized by mad inspiration--they feel as if they suddenly understand how to get past any roadblocks they've been experiencing how to sort their s**t out in general, et cetera. This fervent inspiration lasts for 20 seconds, and then ends dramatically, leaving the target suddenly devoid of the inspiration they had. It can leave behind a lingering sensation that if only they could remember, they would be able to fix all their problems, or other haunting effects at player discretion. Cleeia can use this magic three times per battle.
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2024 6:14 pm
Magion had no idea what fisticuffs meant, and she was going to ask but then he was using his magic and…oh!
Her eyes widened as ideas came to mind. Wonderful ones. Ones about fixing her homeworld. About how she could get the boats to sail! How she would be able to stop the Chaos and make it to the other seven islands. How things could be the way they were again!
Magion looked ridiculously happy until the magic faded, and then she gave a slight frown, wishing she had the chance to write some of her ideas down but…
Something was making her pause and she looked at Cleeia with a puzzled expression. “Why’s it called Dark inspiration? That didn’t seem Dark to me?”
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2024 6:21 pm
Well! At least Magion didn't seem upset about the results of his magic. Cleeia supposed he could be glad for that, considering sometimes people got very offended when their good ideas disappeared like so much smoke in the wind.
"I actually don't know?" He admitted. He'd never given the name of his magic all that much thought--it was what he said, and the spell happened. "Maybe because it takes it all away in the end. So many good ideas, just...poof. And I have definitely had people get very upset at me when it stopped working and whatever problem they'd solved while under its effects was back to being, well....a problem?" He smiled, a little uncomfortably, and shrugged. "But it is what it is. Show me your magic?"
She'd said it calmed people down. That sounded....nice.
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2024 6:28 pm
“That is fair! You’ll have to use it on me again when I have paper to write things down! That gave me such good ideas!”
Magion smiled brightly at him and held her hand out, eager to see his opinion on her magic.
“Relax!”
She waited for the bubble to appear, she waited for her magic to work, and after a few seconds of nothing, she shook her arm, giving an apologetic smile. “Relax!” Her voice was a little more firm the second time, and thankfully, the magic worked. The bubble extending towards Cleeia.Noir Songbird Relax! Magion says the name of her attack and extends her hand. A large bubble comes out of it, and can travel up to ten feet. It will encase up to one person if it touches them, and when they are encased, they feel a sense of calm and relaxation. It is up to the player what they see or hear, but it is something that will make them relax. In the bubble they can not be harmed, and the magic lasts for 30 seconds. It can be used twice per battle.
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2024 6:41 pm
"Oh, I hadn't thought of that," Cleeia said. "Sure, that sounds like a great idea." Maybe he'd start carrying pen and paper in his subspace and he could test it with different people.
Cleeia frowned, a little, when her magic didn't go off instantly. He'd seen it before, with Mirzam, but she'd figured it out. Probably this was the same problem, not that Cleeia thought Mirzam's solution would work here.
And then her magic did go off. And Cleeia found himself in a calm bubble of....quiet.
It was just....nice.
And he hadn't realized, until her magic made him let it all go, how tense he'd been. How much worry he'd carried. How he feared being a burden, a frustration, an annoyance--how the dangers of the Negaverse on his heels felt as if they ever bit at him. Not until it was, for a moment, gone.
When it ended, when the world came back to him, Cleeia almost mourned.
"That was....that was really nice," he said. "Thanks. For the chance to throw our magic at each other. It's....you've given me some ideas for how it might be useful, beyond confusing people trying to hurt me." He laughed, like it was a joke, even though it sort of wasn't
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2024 6:45 pm
“Would you like to be friends?” Magion withdrew her Senshi phone and wiggled it showing just how knowledgeable she was. “We can do this more often and I can try to get those ideas down again…for how to help Magion! I want to help it…”
It was true, and she shook her head as though to clear her thoughts before snapping Cleeia’s photo and grinning. “If you ever need to relax again, you can give me a call! I am the Senshi of Relaxation, so that’s my job! And I’m very good at it!”
She had been, at least…and she was doing her best to be good at it now. He looked a bit happier, at any rate. “Thank you for humoring me!”
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