[ when a certain androgynous youth with distinctive blond hair catches sight of this particular massive glitter-covered sword-wielding fully-armored red-haired man, he...!!!!
shrieks and ducks into the nearest alleyway.
but a few moments later, he pops back into view, this time peeking over the edge of the adjacent roof. and, having taken a closer, more careful look, he heaves a deep sigh of relief; then he leaps back down to where he started, landing lightly (and quite slowly). ]
I must ask you to kindly disregard my overreaction just now, sir! You see, I thought I recognized you, but I was mistaken.
[Well, he's definitely used to that reaction. So used to it, that he only pauses in his intended sprite mass murder for a second or two, to try and catch sight of who'd been (understandably) screaming just the moment before.
He would have simply continued, and really, he sort of was, as the young man finally chose to emerge from his hiding place and began to speak.
The response was... Well.]
I already had.
[CURT, to say the least. He did however, regard the boy for a second or two, having noted the slowed descent off the roof.]
... Are you a mage?
[Because you know what? There's not nearly enough dead sprites around here. Why not enlist the local youth in this?]
Ah, how very magnanimous of you! [ some people only hear what they want to. ]
Hmmmmm? Yes, I am. Why do you ask? [ he's already tucked his rapier, which is actually a wand, back into his belt, but he taps it idly against his hip. ]
Really? I assumed you must be having fun... [ he indicates the immense amount of rainbow-colored evidence! ]
But if you have tired of it, I shall be glad to handle things. [ he draws his wand once more and twirls it a bit at the sprites... ] Ala Rasas!
[ ...and a bubble forms around them, catching them all in one place and preventing escape! it floats down to just in front of titus's wand... all the sprites repeatedly flinging themselves against and ricocheting off its surface makes kind of a weird noise. ]
[No see when he says to do something specifically, he means that thing, specifically. He wanted dead sprites, and by the goddesses he's going to get them.
There's really not much of a warning, poor Titus would have only a scant few moments to try and pull that ball full of glittery, glitzy, glowing sprites out of the way before the warlord aimed his sword, energy crackling along the tainted blade, and let loose a blazing orb of destructive magic.]
You appear to have some issues with listening comprehension.
[ since it's gravity magic, he can make it float wherever he wants, but... he reacts somewhat belatedly, and the bottom half or so of the ball, along with half of the sprites or so, is obliterated almost before he knows it. the remaining sprites scatter in various directions! ]
Well, now look what you've done! [ he runs a finger along the side of his face to collect some of the... residue... that's ended up there, then flicks it away, annoyed. ]
[So why not do it himself? He doesn't have to explain anything, he's a king. That question did warrant an answer though, and the warlord leaned forward, an unpleasant smile spreading across his face, bearing an uncomfortably sharp set of teeth]
Because I can fire magic like that, and it's by far the weakest one in my compendium.
[You're a very scary baby There's a chuckle, that slowly breaks into a thunderous laugh, Ganondorf pulling back to look down his nose at the little mage. A full two feet plus downwards.]
Oh? A bold statement. I hope you're willing to prove it, child.
[The amusement, while mocking, was genuine regardless]
Show me then.
[That's it, that's what you're getting, show him, hot shot]
[ SURE it's two feet plus for now, but when he hits his growth spurt...!!! (he's never going to hit any damn growth spurt.) (but he could start just floating several feet off the ground all the time, maybe.) ]
Unfortunately, I do not take orders from you. Still, if you are that interested, you are more than welcome to wait and see. It seems that opportunities to perform magical feats are not particularly rare in this city, after all!
[Magical problems call for magical solutions, clearly.
Ganondorf looks far from impressed by the response, of course.]
If petty parlor tricks are all you have, say so. I've more entertaining things to spend my time on, then waiting to see the same handful of common spells.
Well, really, it would take hours to demonstrate all the magic I can do, especially as I am devising new spells all the time. ...And unless I was mistaken, you were intending to threaten and intimidate me just then, so it doesn't seem entirely wise to reveal all my abilities.
...But if you wish to be entertained that badly, how about this one?
[ another flick of his wand, and then titus is briefly obscured by orange sparkles... and when they clear, he has transformed into a mirror image of ganondorf, complete with giant sword and rainbow glitter enhancement!!
(the movements are a little off, as these illusions obviously work best when he's disguised as someone around his own size, but hey.) ]
I wouldn't feel it necessary to threaten and intimidate you, had you done as I'd instructed the first time.
[That's right, totally left with no other choice, absolutely. But, the boy was at least listening now. Illusion magic was of course, not at all a mystery to him, and he could easily spot the moments where the movements fell out of sync.
But-]
I've seen worse illusions.
[Credit where credit is due! He's now taken the time to circle the mage, perhaps just slightly more impressed than he was willing to openly show.]
Is that so? What would surprise me is if you've seen better ones. [ even the voice is a pretty good facsimile. thanks, sound magic!
...anyway, he lets the illusion dissolve and makes a quick rotation; he still isn't exactly worried, but it just feels a little better not to have his back to this guy. ]
...Well, I know it wasn't perfect. It will improve as I get to know you better.
[So says himself, the only opinion that matters. He's only mildly disappointed when the mage drops the illusion, he'd been quite keen on trying to locate any visual discrepancies other than the movement of the illusion itself.
That and no one liked looking at Ganondorf more than Ganondorf.]
Know me better? You intend on speaking with me for that long?
[Obviously, he finds that prospect absolutely hilarious, judging by the rumbling chuckle in that tone.]
Are they? Show me, then. [ you're not the only one who can make arbitrary demands here!! ]
... Well... yes. I had thought so. Is it that strange? [ he ponders this... ah! that must be it. ] Do you find it surprising because most people are unwilling to put up with your unpleasant personality?
[See, he doesn't have any issue showing off how awesome his magic is, doesn't even matter if demands are being made of him. Energy crackles at his fingertips, even as he casts a sharp look at Titus.]
You're quite the little brat, aren't you?
[Yes. The answer is yes and also most of the people who deal with him personally tend to die. It's not even consistently his fault!
In one sharp gesture, the shadows in the area sharpen and condense, sliding inwards and towards the pair. Quickly, they begin to arrange themselves, armor seemingly pulled from nothing, hooves clattering against the ground, the sound of leather and metal striking each other.
Within an instant, a figure crafted itself from the darkness, it's face obscured by a horned helmet, the massive horse it sat upon just as well armored as the dark figure that rode it.]
[ ugh, that's spooky!!! he's never seen anything like it, though he knows similar feats are indeed possible through manipulation of black rukh. so the fact that this guy can do it...
...well, if he were indeed from titus's world, it would mean that he's seriously bad news.
...he probably isn't from titus's world, of course. at least, he doesn't seem to be. unfortunately, that doesn't mean he's not bad news, but it's something.
anyway, setting that aside for now (since really, what is he going to do about it)... and ignoring the way all the hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end... at the moment there's something else on titus's mind. ]
Listen...! This is a completely different type of magic. You cannot seriously think a reasonable comparison can be made here. First of all, how is this even an illusion?
[Oh he liked that, that sense of discomfort from the boy. He'd been wondering what it'd take to unnerve him.]
It isn't real, merely a phantom. Thus,
[The phantom figure jerked, the eyes within the mask glowing a malevolent red]
It is an illusion. But if this is too much for you, I'm willing to amend it a bit.
[The wave of his hand was casual, almost lackadaisical, and the phantom crumbled, shrank, and reshaped itself.
The figure that pulled itself to it's feet would be a familiar one. A mirror of Titus, pitch black through and through, but those vicious, unthinking, unfeeling red eyes would never change from the baleful glare of the phantom.]
[ trying not to look TOO obviously relieved by the departure of his goth gamer doppelganger, titus shrugs! ]
Well, it seems they are each better suited to different purposes. And I imagine that if we combined our skills, we would create something even more extraordinary! ...although I do not currently have any use for a sinister double. Or additional illusory beings in general.
[ he is, however, already mentally calculating ceremonial orders he might use to come up with an independent apparition that could interact directly with its surroundings in various ways. ]
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[ when a certain androgynous youth with distinctive blond hair catches sight of this particular massive glitter-covered sword-wielding fully-armored red-haired man, he...!!!!
shrieks and ducks into the nearest alleyway.
but a few moments later, he pops back into view, this time peeking over the edge of the adjacent roof. and, having taken a closer, more careful look, he heaves a deep sigh of relief; then he leaps back down to where he started, landing lightly (and quite slowly). ]
I must ask you to kindly disregard my overreaction just now, sir! You see, I thought I recognized you, but I was mistaken.
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He would have simply continued, and really, he sort of was, as the young man finally chose to emerge from his hiding place and began to speak.
The response was... Well.]
I already had.
[CURT, to say the least. He did however, regard the boy for a second or two, having noted the slowed descent off the roof.]
... Are you a mage?
[Because you know what? There's not nearly enough dead sprites around here. Why not enlist the local youth in this?]
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Hmmmmm? Yes, I am. Why do you ask? [ he's already tucked his rapier, which is actually a wand, back into his belt, but he taps it idly against his hip. ]
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He gestures with his free hand towards a small pack of sprites swarming by a lamp]
Then make yourself useful, and thin these numbers. A few well placed fireballs could make quick work of a lot of these pests at once.
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But if you have tired of it, I shall be glad to handle things. [ he draws his wand once more and twirls it a bit at the sprites... ] Ala Rasas!
[ ...and a bubble forms around them, catching them all in one place and preventing escape! it floats down to just in front of titus's wand... all the sprites repeatedly flinging themselves against and ricocheting off its surface makes kind of a weird noise. ]
Now we can easily return them to the shop!
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There's really not much of a warning, poor Titus would have only a scant few moments to try and pull that ball full of glittery, glitzy, glowing sprites out of the way before the warlord aimed his sword, energy crackling along the tainted blade, and let loose a blazing orb of destructive magic.]
You appear to have some issues with listening comprehension.
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Well, now look what you've done! [ he runs a finger along the side of his face to collect some of the... residue... that's ended up there, then flicks it away, annoyed. ]
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Well, if you'd incinerated them from a distance, you wouldn't be coated in dead sprite innards, now would you?
[He will be getting those escapees later, his pettiness has not been sated by a long shot.]
Don't worry, we have all the time in the world to improve your ability to take directive.
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And just why should I take directives from you in the first place?
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[So why not do it himself? He doesn't have to explain anything, he's a king. That question did warrant an answer though, and the warlord leaned forward, an unpleasant smile spreading across his face, bearing an uncomfortably sharp set of teeth]
Because I can fire magic like that, and it's by far the weakest one in my compendium.
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I hope you have a better reason than that. After all, you've hardly seen everything I can do, either.
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You're a very scary babyThere's a chuckle, that slowly breaks into a thunderous laugh, Ganondorf pulling back to look down his nose at the little mage. A full two feet plus downwards.]Oh? A bold statement. I hope you're willing to prove it, child.
[The amusement, while mocking, was genuine regardless]
Show me then.
[That's it, that's what you're getting, show him, hot shot]
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Unfortunately, I do not take orders from you. Still, if you are that interested, you are more than welcome to wait and see. It seems that opportunities to perform magical feats are not particularly rare in this city, after all!
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Ganondorf looks far from impressed by the response, of course.]
If petty parlor tricks are all you have, say so. I've more entertaining things to spend my time on, then waiting to see the same handful of common spells.
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...But if you wish to be entertained that badly, how about this one?
[ another flick of his wand, and then titus is briefly obscured by orange sparkles... and when they clear, he has transformed into a mirror image of ganondorf, complete with giant sword and rainbow glitter enhancement!!
(the movements are a little off, as these illusions obviously work best when he's disguised as someone around his own size, but hey.) ]
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[That's right, totally left with no other choice, absolutely. But, the boy was at least listening now. Illusion magic was of course, not at all a mystery to him, and he could easily spot the moments where the movements fell out of sync.
But-]
I've seen worse illusions.
[Credit where credit is due! He's now taken the time to circle the mage, perhaps just slightly more impressed than he was willing to openly show.]
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...anyway, he lets the illusion dissolve and makes a quick rotation; he still isn't exactly worried, but it just feels a little better not to have his back to this guy. ]
...Well, I know it wasn't perfect. It will improve as I get to know you better.
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[So says himself, the only opinion that matters. He's only mildly disappointed when the mage drops the illusion, he'd been quite keen on trying to locate any visual discrepancies other than the movement of the illusion itself.
That and no one liked looking at Ganondorf more than Ganondorf.]
Know me better? You intend on speaking with me for that long?
[Obviously, he finds that prospect absolutely hilarious, judging by the rumbling chuckle in that tone.]
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Well... yes. I had thought so. Is it that strange? [ he ponders this... ah! that must be it. ]
Do you find it surprising because most people are unwilling to put up with your unpleasant personality?
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[See, he doesn't have any issue showing off how awesome his magic is, doesn't even matter if demands are being made of him. Energy crackles at his fingertips, even as he casts a sharp look at Titus.]
You're quite the little brat, aren't you?
[Yes. The answer is yes and also most of the people who deal with him personally tend to die. It's not even consistently his fault!
In one sharp gesture, the shadows in the area sharpen and condense, sliding inwards and towards the pair. Quickly, they begin to arrange themselves, armor seemingly pulled from nothing, hooves clattering against the ground, the sound of leather and metal striking each other.
Within an instant, a figure crafted itself from the darkness, it's face obscured by a horned helmet, the massive horse it sat upon just as well armored as the dark figure that rode it.]
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...well, if he were indeed from titus's world, it would mean that he's seriously bad news.
...he probably isn't from titus's world, of course. at least, he doesn't seem to be. unfortunately, that doesn't mean he's not bad news, but it's something.
anyway, setting that aside for now (since really, what is he going to do about it)... and ignoring the way all the hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end... at the moment there's something else on titus's mind. ]
Listen...!
This is a completely different type of magic. You cannot seriously think a reasonable comparison can be made here. First of all, how is this even an illusion?
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[Oh he liked that, that sense of discomfort from the boy. He'd been wondering what it'd take to unnerve him.]
It isn't real, merely a phantom. Thus,
[The phantom figure jerked, the eyes within the mask glowing a malevolent red]
It is an illusion. But if this is too much for you, I'm willing to amend it a bit.
[The wave of his hand was casual, almost lackadaisical, and the phantom crumbled, shrank, and reshaped itself.
The figure that pulled itself to it's feet would be a familiar one. A mirror of Titus, pitch black through and through, but those vicious, unthinking, unfeeling red eyes would never change from the baleful glare of the phantom.]
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No, you are quite wrong! It isn't the original, but clearly it has substance. The fact that it was created artificially does not make it "not real."
[ he has strong feelings about this!!
...he gives phantom titus the stinkeye right back, then hastily stops looking at it. ]
Anyway... mine look much closer to the real thing... so purely as illusions, they are superior.
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[A snap of his fingers, and the Titus-copy disintegrates into nothing, the particles seeming to fall straight through the ground itself]
Your illusions lack the feeling of substance, so by that measure, mine surpass yours.
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Well, it seems they are each better suited to different purposes. And I imagine that if we combined our skills, we would create something even more extraordinary!
...although I do not currently have any use for a sinister double. Or additional illusory beings in general.
[ he is, however, already mentally calculating ceremonial orders he might use to come up with an independent apparition that could interact directly with its surroundings in various ways. ]
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