Thread 20 - From the Field of Battle to the Lab

Mortdecai Valus!pR.BaFF/uk 2 Dec 2015 5:07:54 PM No.41167973>>41167998



>>41167927
>A familiar voice was the first thing his senses picked up properly. Only now did he realise there was still a slight ringing in his ears from the events that had caused him to become this way. Shuffling around, he attempted to at least sit up even if he couldn't just move around as he pleased yet.

It was horrible, man. You don't even know.

>Once he was up in his sitting position, he seemed a lot more relaxed. Far more relaxed than he'd ever appeared during the previous fight, though that much was probably obvious. Folding his arms around his knees, he rested his chin against them and stared at the rungs on the end of the bed, trying to recount exactly what had happened.

There I was, being too good for everyone else to handle like usual. Maybe got a little carried away here and there, you know the drill. Then suddenly, out of fucking no-where this midget chick shows up and starts talking about the weather.

The fucking weather! There's people bleeding on the ground and she's all like 'Ooh, the sky's pretty'. Naturally I had to bury her in the ground. You'll never get this, though-

>Turning and shuffling so he was sat directly across from Ragnar, he stared at him without any hesitation and brought his hands together in a tight fistball, before releasing it with an exaggerated 'pooooosshh' sound, following up by speaking in an equally exaggerated manner.

Fucking explosions. Literal, actual explosions, right out of thin air. Not even kidding. I tried throwing her around in the air but it didn't even matter. She broke my guard down with brute force and knocked me around like I was nothing.

>Gripping his fist tightly, it wasn't hard to notice it was shaking. That battle clearly had a profound effect on the guy, though... perhaps now the expected one.

>Bringing that same arm down in an almost fist-pump motion, his grimace turned into a genuine grin reserved almost solely for the person currently in the room.

It was fucking awesome! The adrenaline rush of actually being hit, not being able to figure out where my thoughts are going next, being caught off guard. I don't think I've ever felt so... alive.

>There was definite meaning and depth to those words, as if despite the atrocities he'd previously committed only a short time ago he was still capable of feeling genuine emotion.

This is what you always talked about, right? A 'genuine' fight, the kind that gets your blood pumping, the kind that pushes you to the limits. An opponent worth going all-out for...!

Mortdecai Valus!pR.BaFF/uk 2 Dec 2015 5:57:15 PM No.41168029>>41168107



>>41167998
Oh, I'm absolutely gonna kill her. Making her body explode after all that seems like a pretty good example of irony.

>The grin he wore turned dangerous for a moment, the malicious expression usually worn when he was in the middle of tearing the crap out of someone else. Thankfully it diminished quickly, with the white-haired boy turning and laying back down on the bed, hands behind his head.

Besides, what do you mean by 'training'? It's not like my magic is gonna get any more powerful, I've just gotta not get hit anymore.

>If there was ever a show of naivete, that was it, but it wasn't something unfamiliar for the guy. He didn't tend to have much of a sense of what was actually going on half of the time, and even when he did it was almost like he was clutching at straws.

Mortdecai Valus!pR.BaFF/uk 2 Dec 2015 7:04:10 PM No.41168113>>41168114>>41168159



>>41168107
Hrmmmm............

>Get better if he loses? Wasn't that just proving he was weak? Winning meant he was strong. But going by that logic, that meant that girl was stronger than he was, and if she was a magic user who was stronger then that meant his magic was weaker, right? She was better at fighting than he was because she won, which meant that in order to beat her he would have to become as good at fighting as she was.

>And to improve at fighting in order to beat her, he'd need to-

Mortdecai Valus!pR.BaFF/uk 2 Dec 2015 7:04:34 PM No.41168116>>41168118>>41168159



>>41168114

Mortdecai Valus!pR.BaFF/uk 2 Dec 2015 7:05:01 PM No.41168119>>41168159



>>41168118
.................... you're a fucking genius.

Mortdecai Valus!pR.BaFF/uk 2 Dec 2015 7:44:56 PM No.41168182>>41168606



>>41168159
>The newer voice was even more familiar than the other one, though the reaction was entirely different. Slumping back down onto the bed, the relaxed expression tightened and became one of annoyance, giving a frustrated 'tch' as soon as the good doctor made himself apparent.

Took to the treatment well, huh? Is that why my ribs feel like shit right now- wait..

>Sitting back up again, there wasn't any pain there anymore, despite having felt like a train hit him when he woke up. Maybe it really was as effective as he was saying.

... guess I really ought to give those nurses more credit.

>Then the subject changed to something that could be droned on and on about, which immediately dragged him back down into frustration. Sighing, he attempted to take in what was being told to him but made little effort to acknowledge any of it.

Weapon? Crystals? Ain't happening, Dad. The people that come at me with those things just get blasted away like they're nothing, no way am I gonna pick up some kind of inferior skill.

If it's as simple as changing the target vector of the physical or magical object then I might as well just stick to what I know. Calculation of accumulative force of momentum and kinetic energy brought about by action doesn't even bother me anymore. That's why whenever Ragnar tried to beat me up he'd get tossed aside. No.

>As he sat up this time, something in Mortdecai's expression visibly changed, it wasn't the typical angry, bothered sort that he liked to use. Instead, as he stared directly at the opposite wall of the room, Mort appeared to truly concentrate on what was going through his mind. None of that prominently displayed violent instinct or boisterous nature, but rather a truly conscious expression of emotion, or even possibly desire.

I already have my weapon. I just... I need to figure out how to use it. More... Better... Differently than before.