26th Magic Bullet

[drank_the_milk]

[Yuna's been taken from an AU in which her mother never died fighting in the war in the Magic World.  This means she was raised as a proper bloodline magic user from her childhood, and has known about the existence of magic the entire time.  Besides increasing her knowledge of magic, this also means that she's more skillful with the one spell she knows and able to exercise a greater level of power and control over her magic.  Essentially, her magical potential is the same, but with the AU she's spent more time training and is able to coax more out of it.  Socially, she's mostly the same, except she got over her daddy complex at the appropriate age instead of carrying it through to her teenage years.  Additionally, instead of joining Mahora Academy's basketball team, Yuna spends all of her spare time training in both marksmanship and magic, since it's been her dream for years to join her mother as an agent of Megalo-Mesembria in the Magic World.]

[Phone]

All right!  Just one more year and I'll be old enough to take the entrance exams to become an agent of the Magic World!  I wish mom was here so we could celebrate together, but I'll be seeing her as soon as we bust out of Mayfield and get back home anyway.  Ahhhh, I'm really getting fired up now!

[Most of Yuna's close CR should know her mother has been dead since she was a little girl, so this might sound a little odd...]

[Action; Makeout Point]

[Anyone hanging out at or around Makeout Point today will be treated to a dazzling display of magical marksmanship.  While Yuna was already reasonably talented with a gun and able to cast a fire elemental version of Magic Archer before, now she's got the benefit of a good solid ten plus years of training backing that up.  She runs faster, jumps higher, draws faster, and fires more accurately than she was ever capable of before this event, her hands literally becoming a blur of motion as she performs some amazing gun-fu worthy of a Hong Kong action flick.  And then there's the spellcasting to top it off.  Still with her guns out and with no interruption to her speed or accuracy whatsoever, Yuna begins chanting an incantation in Latin as a red aura surrounds her, pulsing with magical energy.]

Septem spiritus ignis, coèuntes, sagittent inimicum meam!

[Once the incantation nears its crescendo, she holsters her guns with a quick flick of her wrists, bringing her hands back up to form the shape of a gun with her fingers pressed together.  The red energy coalesces in her hands as she releases the spell into the air.]

Sagitta Magica, series ignis!

[The spell goes flying off into the sky - one large flaming arrow splitting into seven separate smaller arrows.  They streak off harmlessly into the distance as Yuna wipes some sweat from her brow and grins.]

Whew... that was a pretty good workout!

[A good workout, and far more than she should be capable of at her current rate of training.]

[Action; Bakery]

[And now that practice is out of the way, the birthday girl is going to avail herself of some sugary snacks at the bakery.  She proceeds to order the biggest slice of chocolate cake they will agree to sell her.  She sticks a candle in the top, produces a flame from her fingertip with a quick cantrip, lights it, and blows it out before singing to herself.]

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to Yuna, happy birthday to me!

[She will then begin enthusiastically devouring the cake.  At least this prompt would have been the same no matter what.]

Comments

Action, makeout point

[mayitlastforeve]

[Naal gives a thoroughly ugly sneer at the display.]

Very pretty. But it lacks substance.

[drank_the_milk]

What do you mean? I think it had plenty of substance.

[mayitlastforeve]

You're wrong. [She smiles a wan smile that does not look any better than the sneer, and holds out a hand.]

Here, I'll show you.

[drank_the_milk]

I don't think it'll work for you, but okay. Here.

[Yuna tosses a gun over.]

[mayitlastforeve]

[She catches it lazily, examines it for a second, feeling it weight, and then sights along the barrel and pulls the trigger, firing a round.] You all think like that.

[She doesn't elaborate; she has no intention of ever describing in any detail what she regards as the error in the thoughts of human mages on mana. After all, many of them can wield it in much greater quantities than her; in a fight her sole advantage is that they don't realize how easily she can disrupt their spells and unbind their defenses and devices. She intends to keep that edge.

She begins her own dance. The movements are perhaps a bit more graceful than Yuna's, but the shooting is no more precise and her speed and the impressiveness of her acrobatics are inferior. Without her implants she can't match the physical abilities of a battlemage.

The substance of which she speaks is, contrary to the word, something less tangible. There is a subtle viciousness to her display lacking in Yuna's; every time she levels the gun she sees a living target in her mind's eye, and every time she pulls the trigger she sees them die. She even mindfully steps over the invisible bodies when the dance takes her where her bullets have been, and looks away to avoid the splatter of blood when she fires at point blank range, though the actions are hard to identify as such in the whirl of action.

And for her finale... she simply vanishes. And a scant few seconds later presses something hard up against the back of Yuna's head.]

Substance.

[drank_the_milk]

[Yuna watches the display raptly, her attention completely arrested by the graceful, beautiful, and strangely brutal movements. Which is why she's not expecting anything to bump up against her head once it's all over.]

Wh-whoa!

[mayitlastforeve]

Well, that was a lie. Even if I killed you you'd come right back. No substance at all.

[drank_the_milk]

Well, uh, thanks for not doing that.

...Can I have my gun back now?

[mayitlastforeve]

[The pressure on her skull eases as Naal retreats a step and hands over the weapon.

...which just feels wrong. Why would you ever hand someone a weapon when you could just shoot them and take it?]

[drank_the_milk]

Haha, thanks.

[Yuna smiles sheepishly and takes the gun, spinning it around in her hand before holstering it.]