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[iustaegis]

[ Her eyes widen as she begins to feel the pull of her flame away from her palm, and that's-- different. Very different, to have someone summoning the fire she manifests. When the flames begin to shape then bend towards him, drawing a little too close, she tenses slightly against his back, but understanding that he's done this before, doesn't snuff the fire out from her palm.

Her patience pays out, and the flames that he calls towards his fingers transform into the signature blue of his power, and then they are absorbed into his skin. ] ...Wow...

[ She still has fire in the palm of her hands, but it's his palm she's looking at, watching as the last flicker of his magic fades away upon his skin. ]

Just like that-- it doesn't burn you?

[ Oh right, he asked a question. ] Ah, I feel fine.

[carbungle]

[He shakes his head.]

No, it doesn't burn. It's energy before it hits me- the same goes for lightning and ice, when I can find the elemental deposits for it. And as long as it doesn't hurt you, I guess this means we can make fire flasks any time we might need them.

[Which would admittedly be convenient, even if the actual need for fire and combat is limited in town. In some ways the reassurance is more meaningful than the spell itself.]

[iustaegis]

[ Disissing the fire in her palm it goes to cup over his hand that had siphoned the flames from her. When she had been expecting his palm to be warmed, it's not. The feel of his hand is his usual temperature.

She's definitely wide-eyed now. ] With an ability like that... you could negate any elemental damage coming at you.

[carbungle]

Nah, I wish. [Again, her confidence is touching, but she's wrong, and it would be dangerous to claim otherwise.] It doesn't work fast enough to absorb all of it, especially if it's spread out like an attack. And it has to be, um... pure, in a sense? Usually I pull it directly from the earth, where the elements gather in a particular way. I wasn't even sure if it would work with your fire, but I had a hunch.

[Their powers had blended together so well in previous attempts, he couldn't help believing that this, too, would work. He's glad that was proven true.]

[iustaegis]

[ Her shoulders dip when he answers her, but she's not too disappointed to hear that that's not one of his additional powers. He's well strong enough already without something like elemental-negation at his command. ]

Well... Now you have a fire that isn't effected by rain. [ When released it can cause normal fires-- it's definitely bright and hot enough to do so-- but unlike a real fire Blade, it has no weakness to water. Because she's not truly a Blade in the first place. ] ...Is it... inside your armory, then?

[carbungle]

Not yet. Right now it's just with me, though I don't know what makes it different. I guess because it's a power, and not an item? Though Ignis is an elemancy specialist, so he can use it, too. Magic's weird, but you knew that.

[He clenches his fist then unclenches to flex his fingers, still feeling the tingle, soft and subtle but palpable. Then he reaches over and grabs the first flask, holding it between both hands over her lap.]

But that's what these are for: so I can put my spells in the armory, and then anyone can use them. And it means I'm able to make more advanced magic when it's quiet like this, since I can't do it on the fly.

[iustaegis]

[ Is this how a student would feel, she wonders, as he explains about his magic? Is this how his father explained it to him, too, when he was young?

Her mouth makes a small "o"-shape as she cups her hands beneath the flask, holding it for him. ]

So that means... you'll be able to use my fire whenever you want, too.

[carbungle]

As long as you're okay with that.

[He wouldn't abuse this power, just because he can. He knows enough of her past to recognize the implications of using her for her power; even incidentally, he wants no part of that.]

[iustaegis]

[ ....She's okay with it. She's more than okay with it, and that thought alone is surprising, that she would be so willing and ready to share her power with him in this way. Merely enhancing his own by providing him excess power is one thing, but to hand him her fire is another, and-- she's still okay with that.

Pyra's smile can be heard in her voice, and she manages to crane her neck and turn just enough so that she can see him from the corner of her eyes. ]

Please... I want you to have it. My fire, I mean... Ah, and if others need it, too.

[ It'll be there so he can protect himself with it, or by extension, those he trusts with access to his armory. A little bit of her fire isn't going to kill anyone, anyway. ]

[carbungle]

I thought you might say that.

[He wanted to hear it said, though, and for it to be her call. His fingers curl beneath hers, and he leans in, tucking his head against her shoulder so he can see better, and so that they can work side by side.]

I'm gonna sweeten the pot anyway- I was thinking of making Healcasts. Kinda like... healing fire.

[iustaegis]

A healing fire…? [ She repeats, quizzically. ] Such a thing exists?

[ It’s clear she’s never heard of fire being healing before— at least in not in any preternatural sense. ]

[carbungle]

It does when I make it with a potion.

[He switches hands, shifting one away from the flask to call a potion from the armory into it.]

It's dual-use. It hurts whatever you throw it at, but it also heals the one who throws it, and it doesn't hurt anyone you're fighting alongside like the fire usually would.

[iustaegis]

[ To have her fire be the basis, in part, for something so extraordinary like that… ]

I never would have thought that possible… [ She replies, quiet, and then she gives his wrist a determined squeeze. ] That’s wonderful, Noct!

I’d help you make a hundred if I could.

[carbungle]

Well, let's start with one, and see how far we get from there.

[He bumps his cheek against hers, pleased, and gives the flask a little hop against his fingers. It rolls an inch, revealing a small lid to be twisted open on one side.]

Can you open it for me? We'll start with that.

[iustaegis]

[ She reaches over to twist the lid off. Easy enough. ]

May I ask… was it your father who taught you how to craft these?

[carbungle]

Not Dad, no. He doesn't need to use flasks, actually- he's got way better control of elemancy on his own. Ignis dug up some ancient text from the library back when I was still having trouble getting any magic going. I think he was tired of listening to me complain about it.

[Or more that Ignis was worried about his lack of progress and the disheartening result it had on him over time... he'd always been prone to bouts of depression and self-doubt, and Ignis liked to push his limits and encourage him to try different things to see what stuck. He had success with some things more than others- ways for Noctis to access his power was one he'd work hard for, especially after meeting Luna.]

There was a king generations back who had a similar problem as me- wasn't from a daemon attack, but he had less power than his older brother. When he became king, he had to step up, so I guess he did a bunch of research on charging items with elemental energy. Elemancy on weapons is what Specs got out of it, and flasks worked pretty well for me.

[iustaegis]

[ She can imagine how it might have been for him and Ignis when they were younger, one researching and helping the other learn how to create these flasks, and the two of them discovering something new together. They must have been so excited, the first time they crafted a flask or imbued weapons with elements...

Now, he's showing her how he does it. ​]

If one king can figure out how to do something like that... there's probably other possibilities with your magic that you can invent yourself, too, isn't there? [ And she knows he's creative enough for these sorts of things, what with his artistry and design. The way he uses his magic might never be a tradition passed down to another, but... she thinks that if he decides to make something with his own magic, it'd be worth celebrating anyway. ]

[carbungle]

We were still learning that on the road, actually. The book didn't go much into adding other ingredients- it was kinda something we started messing with at havens. I don't remember exactly how it started. Specs was cooking, and some kind of monster parts got into a flask... it ended up a hell of an explosion when we threw it.

[He uncaps the potion and pours it into the flask. The liquid pools in the base, glowing brightly as it falls and lighting the orb from within, where it begins to pulls gently, absorbing the curative magic much like the potion does when its contents are transformed into a curative.]

I was never that big on chemistry, but every time we played with elemancy at camp we all kinda became scientists, arguing over what to try putting in it next.

[iustaegis]

[ Her eyes light up when he begins to work, watching how the contents begins to mix with the magic. ]

Did you have a favorite?

[ Should have put rum in one-- ]

[carbungle]

Uh... probably the really flashy ones. One time I put Adamantoise meat into a flask and it was the biggest fireball I'd ever seen. It was awesome.

[Let's just pretend that their replicator doesn't currently produce that meat. An explosion that big in the city would probably not go over so well.]

[iustaegis]

[ ...Of course that would be his. ] N-no, I mean... flavor wise. The healing ones? Such as, did you ever mix orange juice with one, and they helped cure a cold after traveling in the rain?

[carbungle]

Uh... gonna be honest, I've never tried drinking one. Call me crazy but I can't eat fire.

[He's momentarily taken aback by that question, in truth. Wow.]

[iustaegis]

Even the ones you don't mix with fire...?

[carbungle]

Hey, you can't make an elemancy flask without elemancy. If it isn't fire, it's gonna be something you don't want to drink.

[iustaegis]

F-fair enough.

[ … ]

I’ll be the first to try, then.

[ It’s her fire anyway, and it’s ~cleansing~. It won’t hurt! ]