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[light_mischief]

Skulduggery Pleasant

Cabin 117 - 6:39 PM

altered from killthecake

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[light_mischief]

[he said it was impressive!]

A moon is a celestial object that controls the tides and has a direct effect on gravity. When Ebalon hurls heavenly objects, they do not result in natural disaster. Therefore, [and here he lifts his pen to point, even if he's not looking directly at Venti,] he chucks boulders at people.

[a brief pause]

Rock, boulder, or moon -- when it's coming for you, it doesn't really matter what it is. Hopefully, there won't be a repeat experience.

[wimdy]

[ the moon in genshin is... questionable. that being said, the very sky itself and the heavens are questionable so, kind of much of this goes over a silly spoony bard's head. ] It resulted in a natural disaster for at least one person! [ he taps a hand to his chest. him! it was a disaster for him!!... kinda?! ] But if I think of it as a boulder... hm! So I should simply try to avoid or dodge next time.

[ which, funnily enough, is the captain's advice as well. so.

... ] I don't suppose your invisible wall could block something like that, could it?

[light_mischief]

Or blow it up, I suppose. [shrugging like that's totally a thing you can do] I would recommend avoiding getting into the position to begin with, although that was obviously not a choice at the time...

[hmm] I wonder if there's a way to redirect it back towards him, the next time he decides to fling asteroids about... Spike the moon, so to speak. [oh, right, Venti's specific question was about his own power...]

I haven't learned how to manipulate a large space as of yet, so creating a barrier large enough to stop the moon would be... tricky. And that isn't something to easily test...

[wimdy]

Looking back on it, it could have been a choice. I should have kept my head, I... [ but he'd seen mizuki die, his mind reeled back two thousand years to maybe the most pivotal and defining moment of his life, the silhouette of a boy falling to arrows. the pierce through. he falls quieter, a hand going up subconsciously to his chest, the memory that hit harder than bullets, fatal shots.

a blink. he drags himself from the mire of the past. the scritch of skulduggery's pencil or pen tracing the map. the present, which deserves focus. ]

We've quite a collection of magic users on this ship, and yet we can barely understand the Captain's...

Perhaps we could practice? I could throw things using wind, if you'd like to test your walls more.