“so! the first thing every heroine needs, is a proper familiar! that way you have someone to yell at you when you forget to eat, or forget a test, or when all hope is lost, and you need a handy sacrifice to win the day-”
the lecturer is promptly punched in the face, when the metal fist draws back, theyre smiling past their broken nose.
“always impatient! i need to perform the summoning rites, if you would just-”
V2 raises their marksman, and rather than the usual bullet, the ring of gunfire or the satisfying ping of a coin, healing mist erupts from the barrel, reversing the damage they’d just inflicted on this insufferable cretin. they stare at their revolver, check the cylinder for bullets before aiming out the window of the room they’d woken up in today, and fire. this time the bullet does ring out, shattering the glass into glittery rain that seems to evaporate into the air.
“thanks for that! my nose was getting real stuffy. good idea, letting the wind ventilate the room too.” the old man in a robe nods sagely at the blood filled killing machine, standing in a small bedroom that was decidedly not theirs in the slightest. what sick joke had the stars crafted this time? what or who is this man?? where Are they??
none of these questions are easily posed or demanded without a voice, and the best V2 can manage are harmonically pleasing notes. a few more attempts at killing off this old man are met with failure, the universe itself bending over backwards to paint it’s actions as ‘helpful’ as possible while also keeping it in the bedroom. finally, it pauses in it’s attempts long enough for the old man to play out a kind of summoning sequence, he draws a circle in the floor, and in a flashy display telling the viewer exactly where the budget went in this show, a shape takes form in the middle.
@lightbursted finds themselves in a small cute bedroom suddenly, with two figures, one familiar and one a painfully generic caricature of a ruminating wizard looming over them. unlike their previous meetings, V2 doesnt point at them.
“ah, what a fine shape your familiar has taken, one of light and purity. im sure you are destined for great-”
V2 slaps him away, scrutinising the new arrival. strangely, they only have a threat profile of this creature, although they do not recall meeting it before.. they make no move, waiting to see what it does first.
