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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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.