[Yeah that's what he thought you'd do, CATALYST USER.
In a real battle, he wouldn't let up on the onslaught, naturally--but it's no fun to spar if he only gets a tiny glimpse of what Essek can do, so he lets him flee, the water in his hand melting seamlessly into a double-ended spear.]
That's why you do shields first, Thelyss!
[I'M SORRY... HE LOVES TO TAUNT WHEN HE'S NOT FIGHTING AT FULL STRENGTH... at least his tone is playful and not rudely mocking, though he's still light on his feet, ready to dodge whatever Essek throws at him next.]
Quiet! I can't shield when I am executing a sneak attack!
[He is going to break this smartass fox.
The spear worries him. He knows if Childe gets close, it will be incredibly dangerous. As dangerous as it can be in a simulation. He has a few tricks, but still. Alright.
Once more, he begins speaking and gesturing. A ten-foot sphere of dark violet and indigo undulating shadows starts growing from a point near Childe. It expands outward at a somewhat dangerous speed.]
He is fast and dangerous with this spear, but fortunately, he's not in the mood to end this so easily. Instead of going for the easy twink target again, he prowls to the side, watching the sphere with sharp eyes. Presumably, he cannot stab shadows, but maybe he will try...]
And he lets Childe prowl and watch it, and when he thinks Childe has a little more focus on it than on him, he starts whispering in the grizzled other language, motioning with his hands. The sphere wobbles like it might collapse which may be an extra sign.
Three glowing darts have appeared in front of him; magic missiles. They fire off simultaneously, arching down low and swooping up after Childe as the sphere from before ripples into nothing.]
Hatefully, he is delighted by the way the spear vanishes from his hand--this is exactly why he was not put off by Essek being a squishy mage. UNFORTUNATELY... HE KNOWS WHAT MAGES ARE CAPABLE OF AT FULL POWER... which this isn't, he's sure, but neither is he, so that's fine.
Essek may like to float, but can he fly? It is not fair in the slightest, but Childe can; once again, there's a flash of lighting before he dodges the missiles, leaping into the air. Like the first part of this clip, except he doesn't have his mask on his face and he doesn't do his magical girl monster transformation. Instead, he summons up another bow--Electro, this time--and shoots at the missiles, testing to see if they can be knocked aside or not.]
[god he is so incredibly sexy in his full form i love you tartaglia!!!!!!
He is not a flying around sort of guy completely, but he can glide some. The flying is unfair. He should maybe work on something that lets him do more than float around up and down.
The missiles do go after Childe even with lift-off, but they also happen to be easily knocked aside by the electric shots. They explode upon impact, nothing crazy, but enough to give the impression they wouldn't be small ouchies if they had hit. Even so, he takes a moment to go over what he wants to throw next.
He is feeling a little safe, both because he knows Childe is more hungry for the witness than out to hurt him and because he threw the shield up.]
Childe is like a cat or dog full of energy wanting to play, and Essek is nothing but a little twink wizard with what amounts to a mana pool.]
You're getting too arrogant!
[He raises both hands; there is one thing in each palm; what looks like fur and coal. He slaps them together while speaking and then he expands his hands away from each other. A globe of darkness swallows Childe completely, seeping outward.
It's dark. Dark. Childe can't see through it, can't even see his own hands and arms. The only light that permeates the darkness is the faint glow of his weapon - magical light. Everything else is a swarming mass of shadow.
It gives him time to prepare the next attack. A prism, glimmering. An incantation. Even if Childe moves, he is still hit. The edge of his mind pulls like putty, a gravity of force reaching down into the depths of him and sending a burning sear through his existence.
Childe's mind twists. It spirals around and around, and each end of his body is pulled until it feels like he is turning into spaghetti noodle. He spirals, long and thin, whites behind his eyes.
And then in one loud, growing whoosh, he is out of the darkness in the air in another area, higher up. He can see, though the light is momentarily blinding. He is falling, fast, pressed from behind by a strange and crushing force. The gravity will hurt, but more than that.
Essek is already prepared with three more missiles, aimed at where he thinks Childe will land.]
Well, normally he would save this for emergencies, but since it is Simulations, he doesn't have to worry about any true damage or side effects. Plus, it doesn't really matter if Essek knows what all he can do, seeing as Essek is not from his world and Childe can't use these powers outside of this room anyway...
ALL THIS TO SAY, he and the missiles hit the same spot at the same time--but when the false dust clears, Childe is no longer standing there as himself. Instead, he is transformed, a huge hole in the ground from where he braced his landing with his... WHATEVER THE HELL THIS WEAPON IS idk. Blue light ripples across the ground, the glow even more spooky in the purple light of the fake Abyss.
When he laughs, it is distorted--still very much Childe-like laughter, but a very different voice. If he's in pain, he doesn't show it.]
Quickly, he spins around and and tries to run to beat the edge of the whale. It's too large; he isn't fast enough without some kind of magical boost giving him more movement speed. The watery whale smashes into most of him, and he gasps at the pressure of the surge. Water floods his mouth and nose. He's knocked prone on the ground.
Anyway Childe likes Essek enough to be nice to him, so after he is a butthead like this he will adjust the Sim Room controls to make the whale vanish and snap back to his usual self, as if it never happened. No harm done!
He grins brightly, though, looking delighted. There is the briefest glimpse of thought, a can-- before he hops back out of thoughtshare range.]
Despite all of the simulation vanishing, his throat still has the sensation of being filled with water, so he chokes on a cough a few times before slowly pushing himself up with his forearm.
He could be nice and come help him up, but he does not. Instead, he summons a small Hydro fish, which he sends over to swim in a little circle around Essek before it disappears with a splash. It doesn't heal him or anything, it is just there to be cute. Or annoying. Both?]
Of course. How a person behaves on the battlefield says more about them than words ever could.
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In a real battle, he wouldn't let up on the onslaught, naturally--but it's no fun to spar if he only gets a tiny glimpse of what Essek can do, so he lets him flee, the water in his hand melting seamlessly into a double-ended spear.]
That's why you do shields first, Thelyss!
[I'M SORRY... HE LOVES TO TAUNT WHEN HE'S NOT FIGHTING AT FULL STRENGTH... at least his tone is playful and not rudely mocking, though he's still light on his feet, ready to dodge whatever Essek throws at him next.]
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[He is going to break this smartass fox.
The spear worries him. He knows if Childe gets close, it will be incredibly dangerous. As dangerous as it can be in a simulation. He has a few tricks, but still. Alright.
Once more, he begins speaking and gesturing. A ten-foot sphere of dark violet and indigo undulating shadows starts growing from a point near Childe. It expands outward at a somewhat dangerous speed.]
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[YOU ARE TOO EASY TO TEASE LITTLE MAN
He is fast and dangerous with this spear, but fortunately, he's not in the mood to end this so easily. Instead of going for the easy twink target again, he prowls to the side, watching the sphere with sharp eyes. Presumably, he cannot stab shadows, but maybe he will try...]
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And he lets Childe prowl and watch it, and when he thinks Childe has a little more focus on it than on him, he starts whispering in the grizzled other language, motioning with his hands. The sphere wobbles like it might collapse which may be an extra sign.
Three glowing darts have appeared in front of him; magic missiles. They fire off simultaneously, arching down low and swooping up after Childe as the sphere from before ripples into nothing.]
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Hatefully, he is delighted by the way the spear vanishes from his hand--this is exactly why he was not put off by Essek being a squishy mage. UNFORTUNATELY... HE KNOWS WHAT MAGES ARE CAPABLE OF AT FULL POWER... which this isn't, he's sure, but neither is he, so that's fine.
Essek may like to float, but can he fly? It is not fair in the slightest, but Childe can; once again, there's a flash of lighting before he dodges the missiles, leaping into the air. Like the first part of this clip, except he doesn't have his mask on his face and he doesn't do his magical girl monster transformation. Instead, he summons up another bow--Electro, this time--and shoots at the missiles, testing to see if they can be knocked aside or not.]
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He is not a flying around sort of guy completely, but he can glide some. The flying is unfair. He should maybe work on something that lets him do more than float around up and down.
The missiles do go after Childe even with lift-off, but they also happen to be easily knocked aside by the electric shots. They explode upon impact, nothing crazy, but enough to give the impression they wouldn't be small ouchies if they had hit. Even so, he takes a moment to go over what he wants to throw next.
He is feeling a little safe, both because he knows Childe is more hungry for the witness than out to hurt him and because he threw the shield up.]
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And he's right, Childe is feeling eager and invigorated, but he also... wants to show off a little... just a little. So, playfully--]
What happened to not taking it easy on me? Do your worst.
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Childe is like a cat or dog full of energy wanting to play, and Essek is nothing but a little twink wizard with what amounts to a mana pool.]
You're getting too arrogant!
[He raises both hands; there is one thing in each palm; what looks like fur and coal. He slaps them together while speaking and then he expands his hands away from each other. A globe of darkness swallows Childe completely, seeping outward.
It's dark. Dark. Childe can't see through it, can't even see his own hands and arms. The only light that permeates the darkness is the faint glow of his weapon - magical light. Everything else is a swarming mass of shadow.
It gives him time to prepare the next attack. A prism, glimmering. An incantation. Even if Childe moves, he is still hit. The edge of his mind pulls like putty, a gravity of force reaching down into the depths of him and sending a burning sear through his existence.
Now you gotta roll a d10.]
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Childe's mind twists. It spirals around and around, and each end of his body is pulled until it feels like he is turning into spaghetti noodle. He spirals, long and thin, whites behind his eyes.
And then in one loud, growing whoosh, he is out of the darkness in the air in another area, higher up. He can see, though the light is momentarily blinding. He is falling, fast, pressed from behind by a strange and crushing force. The gravity will hurt, but more than that.
Essek is already prepared with three more missiles, aimed at where he thinks Childe will land.]
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Well, normally he would save this for emergencies, but since it is Simulations, he doesn't have to worry about any true damage or side effects. Plus, it doesn't really matter if Essek knows what all he can do, seeing as Essek is not from his world and Childe can't use these powers outside of this room anyway...
ALL THIS TO SAY, he and the missiles hit the same spot at the same time--but when the false dust clears, Childe is no longer standing there as himself. Instead, he is transformed, a huge hole in the ground from where he braced his landing with his... WHATEVER THE HELL THIS WEAPON IS idk. Blue light ripples across the ground, the glow even more spooky in the purple light of the fake Abyss.
When he laughs, it is distorted--still very much Childe-like laughter, but a very different voice. If he's in pain, he doesn't show it.]
Impressive! But there's nowhere to run.
[Get whale'd]
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Also: shit.
Quickly, he spins around and and tries to run to beat the edge of the whale. It's too large; he isn't fast enough without some kind of magical boost giving him more movement speed. The watery whale smashes into most of him, and he gasps at the pressure of the surge. Water floods his mouth and nose. He's knocked prone on the ground.
S O G G Y.]
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Anyway Childe likes Essek enough to be nice to him, so after he is a butthead like this he will adjust the Sim Room controls to make the whale vanish and snap back to his usual self, as if it never happened. No harm done!
He grins brightly, though, looking delighted. There is the briefest glimpse of thought, a can-- before he hops back out of thoughtshare range.]
A fine match! I understand you a lot better now.
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Despite all of the simulation vanishing, his throat still has the sensation of being filled with water, so he chokes on a cough a few times before slowly pushing himself up with his forearm.
He squints a bit at Childe.]
Do you...?
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He could be nice and come help him up, but he does not. Instead, he summons a small Hydro fish, which he sends over to swim in a little circle around Essek before it disappears with a splash. It doesn't heal him or anything, it is just there to be cute. Or annoying. Both?]
Of course. How a person behaves on the battlefield says more about them than words ever could.