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Post by 216596 on Sept 20, 2012 8:54:14 GMT
“There are few things that make one feel better about oneself than realizing just how foolish everyone else really is.”
Shantotto narrowed her eyes on the mages sitting across from her, the yellow eyed man glaring right back at her, his face hidden by the wide brim of his hat. Several hooded white shifting nervously around the two, an older one groaning inwardly and gesturing to the barkeeper, signaling that there might soon be another fight to break up, unable to help but wonder whose bright idea it was to open a bar to mix alcohol and mages.
“What you suggest, short one, is unethical. It’s immoral. It is simply a shame to the field of Black Magic. There are things a mage should be able to do, and things a mage should not, and meddling with the mind of another being is something that should not be done.”
Shantotto gave a heavy sigh, disliking the man’s gravelly voice and the white mages around him who were nodding their approval. What kind of black mage would think like this? A Black Mage’s duty was to wield the might of nature and use it to crush any opposition. The way this man was speaking… it was hypocrisy. One cannot possibly have any moral high ground to stand on with use of magic when this person is perfectly willing to burn a living being to a crisp.
“To transform a body into a toad only does so much; it gives the poor soul opportunity to seek vengeance for such. Transforming the mind offers much more satisfaction and gives little chance to rebuke the formation.”
The man gave an exasperated grunt, lifting an arm to bury his face in the frayed sleeve of his blue robe for several moments.
“With that line of thought, it is a wonder how you earned the title of Mage. Whatever backwater place you came from must have been desperate for any magic user who happened by.”
The older white mage placed a hand on his shoulder as Shantotto’s eyes flashed, her tone worried. “Claudius…”
Shantotto reached for the table, taking up a small clay cup, light flickering off of its glaze as she brought it to her lips in a slow and thoughtful sip before speaking.
“You must know how to think with magic, true… thinking narrow minded only makes a fool of you.”
Shantotto could feel his sneer as he let out a bark of laughter. “Let me guess! You consider yourself a prodigy! You think your own ways are better than anything else! That you’re just ‘misunderstood’!” he paused for a little fit of chuckles before continuing, jabbing a finger at the smaller mage. “You’re nothing more than a spoiled brat. Go back to your parents, girl. Learn some manners, maybe your parents will beat some sense into you which they OBVIOUSLY should have done a long time ago!”
“Claudius!” The white mage almost shrieked.
The man only shook his head, dismissing her with a flick of his wrist and leaning forward to peer at Shantotto who was simply sitting, sipping her tea calmly, eyes locked with his. “Until you stop acting like a child, you will be no more of a mage than the stool I am sitting on, pretender.”
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