Fifth Negotiation

[prodigious_mage]

[action]
[Oh, gosh.  How adorable.  Today, there is what looks almost like a lemonade stand set up outside 1448 Mitchell Road, complete with smiling, cherubic face shining forth underneath a large sign that reads . . . um.

WILL USE MAGIC SPELLZ TO IMPROOF LIFE FOR MONEE OR COOKIES

Whoever passes by will be treated to a little boy shouting:]

Heyyyy!

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[true_mage]

[Nino stops in front of the sign and stands there for a long time. She regards it with her head cocked to the side, and sounds out the words very slowly.]

Will... use... magic...?

[prodigious_mage]

[Palom mistakes this as interest in his talents, because, naturally, everyone is interested in his talents.]

That's right! If you need something fireballed or turned to stone or just want to teleport around town without the trouble of walking, I can do all that and more!

I don't ask for much, either.

[true_mage]

Oh, is that what it says there?

But I can already do magic! I don't need somebody to follow me.

[prodigious_mage]

What, really? T-There are other benefits besides the magic, you know! I'm, um. Good at washing dishes and I can make brownies if Mia's watching me really carefully and sometimes I vacuum even though it's taller than I am and .... other stuff.

[sonic_enforcer]

Oh. I'm a mage.

[prodigious_mage]

I bet people appreciate you in your world, right? What can you do?

[sonic_enforcer]

I can't do much at the moment. What can you do?

[prodigious_mage]

Tons! Even with only the stuff the town has given back. I'm a black mage, so if you need anything set on fire or zapped or turned to stone or frogs, I can do it!

action! disappointment? bah.

[leporariusnero]

[ Vincent's wrapping a new scarf around his neck when he spots the boy, and heads over with a smile. He's automatically going to humour him on the magic front, but he honestly won't be surprised if the boy's legit. ]

Magic, is it? What sort of magic?

[prodigious_mage]

[By now, Palom is half-giving up hope.]

Black magic. It does everything awesome and cool that you could ever possibly want.

[sigh]

[leporariusnero]

[ Pondering, pondering. ]

Could you conjure up a buttermilk scone, perhaps?

[prodigious_mage]

. . . That's what you think is cool? I'm pretty sure creating food out of nowhere violates some sort of fundamental rule of magic.

Here.

[Crackle-Boom! A bolt of lightning strikes the ground about 20 feet away.]

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[snackaholictank]

That's not how you spell "spells." Or "improve." Or "money."

[prodigious_mage]

It looks more charming like that. You want to hire me, Shiraa?

[snackaholictank]

No way. I've got magic already. Why would I need yours?

[prodigious_mage]

All your magic does is make guns appear.

[prodigious_mage]

Magic.

[Palom beams as a bolt of lightning strikes ten feet behind Sniper.]

[prodigious_mage]

Fire is easy. Invisibility spells are kinda more my sister's thing, though.