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(norehliananecdotes) Pumpkin @ Vedika: The hybrid eyed the Gothitelle with marked intrigue. “I overheard – looking to harness dark energy of sorts, are we? I have to commend you, I rarely see Gothitelle going beyond what the stars have given them. That shows a special kind of dedication! It’s always good to make an effort to get stronger. However…” he put a finger to his cheek, “I do wonder what set you on this path to begin with. It’s certainly not a common form of magic. Not satisfied with any other options? If you came from a family of magic users, perhaps their methods bored you? I come from a line of pyromancers myself, but that doesn’t mean I don’t dabble.” Pumpkin did not elaborate on what he meant by dabbling. “Forgive me for prying, it’s just that to harness this energy just to become the strongest mage around seems like too simple of a goal, at the risk of sounding blunt. So, I assume there has to be some sort of backstory to it all.”

[PoV: Vedika]

At this point I have finally managed to consume at least half of my pizza before another infernal interruption came in, apparently the world itself intends to make sure that I’ll never experience single minuscule speck of peace.

With obvious irritation I look up from my food, this newcomer being a sort of Gothitelle and Delphox hybrid. Apparently my presence seems to be an irrisistable magnet, since I’ve attracted not one Gothitelle…but two.

What really turned my irritation to anger is when he started speaking, specifically since apparently he seemed to have overheard my conversation. The sudden desire to curse him bubbled within me, to make him writhe like the pathetic wretch he is. However against my better judgement I decided to wait, in case his the words from his mouth somehow redeems his offense.

It didn’t really, but I’ll admit it intrigued me enough to not make me want to rip out his vocal chords.

My lips twist into a venomous sneer. “It is rude to eavesdrop in other’s conversations.” I hiss at him. “If I were to punish you, I would make your eardrums bleed and rot so that you may never hear again.” I lean back somewhat, my sneer turning into a smirk. “…However I will not, since your compliments and dedication to approach me made me reconsider.”

Not really, I still wanted to permanently deafen him. But such abilities are still out of my power, so the threat is empty...like the most I make. That and I doubt I would be able to get away with it even if I could do it, seeing that this place is filled with watching eyes.

“You ask so much from me.” I continue, my amusement and smirk growing. “You ask me of my family, my motivation, my goals. A complete stranger wishes to know everything that ticks within my mind, very…quaint.” I pick a piece of pineapple off one of my pizza slices. I hold it between two of my fingers, feeling the texture of the cooked fruit. “Because you were very foolish to even approach me, I will make an exception simply because you possess a certain…charm that can’t go unnoticed.”

Said ‘charm’ is the distinct feel around him, the magic eye within me that allows me to observe the world of its magical lines and auras. Although most cases you will only view what’s on the surface, mine has grown very keen...for it was greatly required for me to even discover this power to begin with. My power lays all around me, a swirling blackness that would swallow those who dwell too deep within it. But when I look at the Gothitelle, I see a certain trait that although well-hidden…it couldn’t escape my notice.

A cold chill. A ragged energy. Ethereal streams that seem to wear away.

Necromancy.

My smirk widens as I drop the pineapple chunk back on my pizza.

“My family possesses no magicians, I am the only one who was brave enough to dabble in the magical arts.” I chuckle. “They thought of it as something to be avoided, feared. They were very superstitious, forbade us from ever looking into it.”

“I knew my parents were fools, so I went against their wishes in secret and began hungrily scrounging for the power that they were obviously hiding from me.” I start laughing. “I found what I was searching for, a book owned by a merchant. Without him looking I stole it and began to study in secret, it started me on the path to becoming a wielder of magic. However...it was a long time before I found the power that I now dwell in.”

I stop for a moment and quickly change the subject, my eyes narrowing as my tone becomes a hushed whisper. “You question my goal, saying it is too simple to be believed.”

I slide out of the booth and stand up, my form very close to the Gothitelle that oh so desires to know more about me.

I bring up my hand to his face. “You question me?” I hiss through clenched teeth. Without warning I call upon the depths of the void, the black energy flowing through microscopic gaps around my hand and condensing into snaking streams. It slides around my fingers and collects at my palm into a sphere the size of an apple. “Can you question this?” My lips twist into a dark smile. “Do you feel the dark power? How alien it is compared to the waking world? How it makes you shiver the longer you stare at it?”

I crush the sphere, causing it to spread around my fingers and spasm. Tendrils of the energy wave around, making it seem like it’s almost alive. “To master this power is to become the greatest, if a mere mortal can control it…then they could reshape the world as they see fit.”

I cradle the energy between both of my hands, pulling to my chest like a precious item. “No mortal has ever managed to fully control it, only using its gifts for minor purposes and spells.” I crush it again, this time causing it to fizzle out entirely. “But if you fully control it? Nothing will stand in your way. I am one of the few mortals within this world to know of its existence, and even fewer to reach out and search for a way to bend it to my will.”

My smile slowly makes way to a scowl. “Yet it’s very resistant and guards its secrets, making me push and shove and claw to grab anything to learn from. My spells are limited, only casting its raw power to inflict harm upon others and minorly affect the body.” I let out a growl. “I know what it’s capable of, its power tells me clearly. Yet it dangles this knowledge and pulls it back whenever I seek to use its secrets for what it’s capable of, as if it’s toying with me.” A let out a hiss and grab the Gothitelle by his chest, my fingers clenching tightly around the cloth of his robe and pull him to me. “Do you know…how infuriating…that is?” I snarl in his face. “To know what something can do, but it won’t comply?”

I release him and push him back, fuming. “I will master it, I will make it obey me. This is a secret that will not last, for I will find out how to fully bend it to my power.”

I let out a low, long breath. My expression once again changes, the scowl morphing back into that of a smirk. “Now will you say that again? To accuse me of my goal being basic? Trivial? Simple?” My voice lowers to a whisper. “Or do you realize that this goal to master a great power to become stronger is far more complex than you initially believed?”

“To strive to become stronger may be a basic concept, but the means…is what truly makes it intricate~” I reach over to the table and pick up one of the few remaining slices of pizza and take a bite, then proceed to chew slowly. The entire time my face has never turned away from him, my eyes fixated on his.

“Now…” I say again after I swallow, my tongue slowly licking away bits of tomato sauce and cheese from my lips “…will you repeat that again? Or have you realized what it is I seek?”

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(norehliananecdotes) Sanjit @ Teiden: "You're the second Bisharp I've seen today, you know that? Except that you're shiny. Which is neat, blue's a good color. You all alone out here? That'd be unfortunate if so. I saw a lot of people in the ball room though, some of them even looked like ... I dunno, singers or entertainers or something? I don't think they were, but anyway, maybe you'll consider taking a look-see?"

“Heh... well you’re the ONLY Tapu-Fini that I’ve seen around here.” Teiden remarked with a slight chuckle. “Which i think is pretty neat. Not often you meet an Island guardian of Alola. As for your question, yes I’m alone. I could no convince any of my other group to join me out here tonight.”

As his ears caught the tune of entertainers, Teiden looked over to where the ballroom was, tilting his head a bit. “...So there’s shows being put on... I wonder if... nah. Sorry I’m talking out loud buddy. Thanks for coming over to talk to me though. I’m probably going to hit the dining hall before i do anything. Empty stomachs are no good after all.” The blue helmed bisharp replied tipping his helm in a respectful manner.

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I raise an eyebrow at her, grinning all the while. “A lady of few words, I see. Short and straight to the point.” I let out a snicker. “And I assume your name originates from the flower? It’s quite a pleasant name, not to mention I feel that the meaning of said flower may be very appropriate for a warrior such as yourself~”

I trace a claw up my body before stopping underneath my chin, my grin becoming a playful smirk. “And indeed it would be a fair trade if I were to give you my name, in fact it would be most especially rude if I were to remain anonymous when you’ve oh so kindly honored my request~” The claw under my chin lifts up and taps my cheek a few times before lowering itself down to my side. “If Dahlia is something you wish me to call you, then Velvett is what you shall call me~”

I slowly saunter towards her, my gaze briefly glancing at her blade before focusing back onto her face. “I still can’t quite shake my thoughts off that blade of yours, dear Dahlia. You say that its nicks each tell a story? Do tell~” I stop a foot from her, my pink eyes burning with fascination, more so on the Mienshao than the actual sword itself. “I have all the time in the world, so I do hope you’re willing to indulge me with a story or two~”

What can I say? When I encounter an interesting character, I can’t help but be fascinated~