smash_logs | You teach me and I'll teach you~~

(No you are totally not late shut up)

As arranged, Pit took a stroll through the city and eventually found the empty lot Isaac had described. Upon catching a glimpse of the Venus Adept he shifted into a run, taking long strides to reach the other boy.

Today was the day! And he was excited to see more of Isaac's fascination space-shifting powers. Picking flowers without even touching them, crushing rocks in the same manner... He knew that was only the tip of the iceberg. Aberrant glee swam through Pit's heart at the mere sight of his blond friend. "Isaac!" he called so he would notice him. "I'm he-ere!" His arm stuck out in a wave.

(You're too kind <3)

That familiar voice caught his attention; Isaac turned to greet his now present companion.

"I can see that!" he said as the giggles brought on by his own musings began to wear away. Isaac's smile remained though and that might have been welcoming enough.

He noted Pit and, from what he saw, it appeared that the angel was pretty excited. Good! That made the Adept's quickened heartbeat ease against his chest.

"So~" he spun, facing away from Pit and pacing away teasingly, "you requested a show. Well, I can't really give you anything..." Isaac turned again and looked the angel squarely in the eyes and, with a smile, he continued, "I can't give you anything unless you tell me what I should do."

"Tell you what to do, eh," Pit repeated, folding his arms up in a firm bundle against his chest. "You're handing the torch to me? I don't know much about about Psynergy... but are you telling me you can do anything I ask of you?" he asked in a sifting, sliding voice, donning a wry smirk. "Anything?"

"O-oh..." he had a feeling that if he left it unclarified things would get out of hand, but...Pit was Pit: he wouldn't do anything that was out of Isaac's league...would he?

"Well, I can only do so much, but I'll try my best," he smiled, "to do what you want to see, but I can't know until you direct me!"

The Adpet pulled on his gloves so that they fit comfortably over his hands. Another chuckle escaped his lips and he looked at Pit once more, showing he was ready to go.

"You're Earth-type..." Pit mused, cupping the crook of his thumb and index against his chin. "...so I would like to see you..." His eyes darted across the lot's perimeters for an obstacle Isaac could manipulate. It was hard to come up with a task when he didn't know the extent of the Adept's powers, and he wasn't sure how far he could let his imagination bound.

Earth... dirt, rocks, plants, mud... Aha! Earthquakes! Pit's fingers flew off his face and snapped. "I've got it! Can you do earthquakes? Uh... Earthquakes that aren't too big. I don't want to cause a catastrophe, you see." He exhaled a sharp breath of a laugh. Admittedly, it would be pretty intense if he could shake the very ground beneath them.

"Oh, thank the Stars!" Isaac thought to himself, closing his eyes and waving his fist inconspicuously at the sky in praise of serendipity. But he was well aware that Pit was logical and probably wouldn't have asked something like 'start a flood!' or 'spontaneously combust that tree over there!'.

Running a hand through his hair, Isaac scanned the area and smiled since it was, yes, quite abandoned and so he was reassured that no one would be caught by surprise and injured. Even still, he had to be cautious so as to not harm his angelic companion.

"Okay," he stepped toward the center of the lot, gently taking Pit's hand with the intent to lead him, "that's pretty easy to do. 'Quake' Psynergy is something learnt early on as a squire."

The Adept stopped and flashed Pit his blue eyes, filled with excitement: he gained a rush from being so close to using his Psynergy as he did when he was adventuring in Weyard.

"Just be sure you tell me if you're feeling threatened, okay? I don't want to do you harm."

Pit's grin turned up a little more as he said, "Don't worry about me. Let's see some Psynergy!" He bounced a little on his heels- his anticipation was showing.

He nodded his understanding and drew a sharp, short breath as he did when he was nervous. It bothered him a bit, having to breathe and force himself to relax before using Psynergy, but this wasn't like battle when every second was critical. Ah, he'd distracted himself. Shaking his head, Isaac tried again.

He looked into his gloved palm for a moment, focusing his energy, and, perhaps after a second or so, his eyes wandered to the heavens as he put his hand into the air and closed his fist like he was trying to grip the very fabric of sky.

"Quake!"

His Psynergy created something like an air current and the lose hems of his clothes flew in random directions, evidence of the kind of force behind his power. And, a moment after his clothes began to ruffle, the ground began to shake violently, causing pieces of concrete from the lot to rise above one another as shifting plates do. As fast as it had begun, the quake was over, but the damage left behind, though not too serious, was enough to prove what Psynergy could do.

The Adept's cheeks were slightly flushed and his breathing had quickened as a result of adrenaline...but that discomfort was well worth it.

And hopefully, so was Pit's reaction. The angel had bristled up, looking at the tousled earth and concrete around them with eyes like moons. They flickered up at Isaac, and his parted mouth turned into a wide open smile.

"Incredible!" he cried, almost in disbelief. "You really can move the Earth!" A-aah, Isaac looked so cool a couple moments ago and and and- Pit's hands moved up to press his own cheeks as he kept on grinning wildly. "Heeheeheehee...."

The heavy breathing slowed to it usual pace and Isaac, still smiling, looked at Pit, more than content with the reaction his Psynergy received. Blushing, he brushed a stray piece of hair from his face while his blue eyes scanned the angel, intent to discern any other request.

"Was...that enough for you, Pit?" the playful chuckle peeked through his sentence.

Pit released a final sigh and replied, "Isaac, that was amazing! I don't think I can help it, but I want to see what else you can do." His hands clasped together hopefully, eyes changing from moons to stars.

"Ah..haha," followed the nervous laugh. "Yes, I see. Um...okay..."

He didn't quite know what to do now. Asking Pit seemed a bit...repetitive if not annoying and so his eyes shifted back and forth from the sky to the surroundings in attempts to seek out 'inspiration' of sorts.

"Oh...I have it!" he tightened his glove again and clenched his fist once or twice to loosen the muscle.

He figured that he'd work his way up into more impressive Psynergy. The angel, having seen basic Earth Psynergy, would probably have been bored by another show of simple force.

"Okay, well..." he spotted a tree separated from those around it. It looked a deep brown with grey tones, its bark seeming to flake off with the wind's mere caress. Sure, it still looked large and resilient, but Isaac knew from first glance that it was dying, rotting from the inside. "Here, Pit! Watch that tree over there," he pointed.

The Adept held his left palm straight, parallelling the doomed tree's trunk. His hand shifted across his vision until it overlapped the plant. The blue, usually friendly eyes narrowed and glinted with ferocity, but his face held no other emotion, his mouth ruled into a straight line. He'd focused.

Then, all of time had fragmented, split apart and shot in millions of directions, for, within that half-second it took Isaac to draw his sword, he felt eons pass. And as soon as the tip of the blade escaped its sheath, time collapsed on itself, restructured and resumed ticking as if nothing happened.

Isaac darted forward. One, two, three steps and a leap onward toward the decrepit tree, his sword lagging behind.

"Ragnarok!!"

And as his sword burried itself into the old bark it became something else, shadowed by an ancient, intricate blade, one that might have been in the possession of a noble in ages past, shining of sunset golds, reds, and oranges. It came from behind, plowing into the tree, embedding itself into the bark. The force sent Isaac's scarf flying and stripped the tree bare of flakey skin.

And then it was over.

The three-syllable cry had invigorated the angel so suddenly, spun him into captivation and released him once the sword glowed colors and whispered ancient glory into the impalpable vibrations that emanated from that focal point and entered Pit. Immediately after Isaac's display of power finished, he broke into applause as though he were watching a talent show.

"I can't believe this!" he yelled. "You really are something, aren't you? Psynergy is so cool!" He skipped over the grass and toward Isaac and stopped somewhere nearby, his hands fanned out on either side of his body as he looked him up and down with admiration. "Though... that looked a lot like fire to me. Maybe it was the colors. I don't know. How did you do it?"

The Adept's hand went to his chest, clutching his scarf since his armor was hard and gave nothing to cling to. He was breathing heavily again, slighlty more than the last time he used his psynergy, but his smile and red cheeks proved that he was too happy to mind the slight discomfort. Ah, Isaac realized how much his power took out of him, especially the engaging attack Psynergy.

If it was possible to see the blush through Isaac's already scarlet cheeks, one could tell he was bashful, hesitant to accept the praise that came from Pit's lips.

He shook his head and chuckled between breaths, "Oh, I'm not 'anything', really! Alot of people back home can use this Psynergy. And, hey, I'm almost certain you have awesome powers and're just being really nice to me, saying all those things."

Taking a deep breath, his panting leveled and he looked at the angel with eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, "You ought to show me some of your powers~"

"I'm not 'just being nice'- I mean what I say," insisted Pit. "You have a lot of power. Haha, are you okay? You look like you're getting a little tired there." His eyes scrolled up and down Isaac's body, mostly lingering along his face. "Yeah, just take a break. I'll try showing you a thing or two."

...But what could he possibly show Isaac? Nothing he had on his person could match up to the potential array of forces the Adept had up his sleeves. He may have accepted too soon, but the drive to impress Isaac was strong, and there was no way he wanted to fall so short. To be perfectly honest? His powers could not be demonstrated. A good lot of them came from special items he wielded. Wanting to save Palutena's Bow for the time he actually faced Isaac in a spar, he was a little hesitant to pull it out, but he did.

"This is Palutena's Sacred Bow. It is a magical bow that can do lots more than a regular bow." To demonstrate the first, he held it out and split the weapon in half. Suddenly, it looked less like a fancy bow and more like a pair of gleaming sickles. He turned them around in the light of day to show off their spectacular luster and twirled one with adroit fingers, away from Isaac. "See? It's not a bow any more, but a pair of swords for hand-to-hand combat! Neat, huh?" He spun them both around in a few cycles just for show.

"Oh!" the Adept's teeth shot through a grin. "No, I'm fine! Really, Pit. Psynergy just takes a bit of energy, just like how any kind of physical activity does. Give me a minute, I'll be okay~" Which was true. Psynergy was a bit fatiguing at times and, though Isaac could force himself to go all the way in a serious battle, he was grateful to Pit for giving him the break.

Now, Isaac was fascinated by Pit and the angel's powers had been the subject of the Adept's questions once before. He never quite understood what Pit had meant: the closest thing to power-bestowing items in his world were things like Catch Beads or Cloak Balls, but the Adept was well aware that items mightn't have worked in the same way in Angel Land.

When Pit had introduced his weapon, Isaac's ocean eyes immediately fixated on the unusually shaped weapon. He hadn't noticed it before since, at first glance, it did look like a bow. Certainly, though, it was beautiful. But when Pit pulled the two pieces apart and began to demonstrate its range of motion, Isaac was hooked.

"Woah!" he whispered beside himself in pure amazement. "That's...really the most amazing thing I've seen..." Because no weapon in Weyard had that kind of construction: it was truly unique.

"And...and look at how you use them! You make it look so easy!" Surely Isaac knew for he had tried to spin his blade once or twice before, but it's unweildy design only resulted in numerous, painful failures.

Silently, the Adept scanned Pit's fingers. Unhindered by conversation, he could carefully watch and analyze the angel's motions. And, wow, his fingers were fantastic, so lithe and adroit. No Psynergy of any element could recreate that kind of skill.

Flattered and relieved that the Adept praised his handling of Palutena's Bow, he collapsed the blades back together and gyrated the entire weapon around in a full circle, rotating around his peripheral, a spiral whirling on its own axis in helicopter motions. Two rotations. He was capable of making them spin exceptionally fast. The bow stopped twirling and Pit reinforced his grip on the handle, then brought it close to him once again.

He looked towards Isaac with his grin. "I'm glad you like it. My goddess bestowed upon me this very treasure for me to protect her and Angel Land. And, of course, humans everywhere." His grin slipped into a fuller line, becoming less lopsided. "It can do more tricks, of course. Like this!"

Leaping away from the other hero with a flap of his wings, he thrust the bow in front of him with a cry. It spun and gained extra acceleration, then lit up like a firefly at night. The glow purled around with the twirl of the blades and gained the illusion like it was actually one illumine ring of white fire. Pit's body slanted into the effort, but his face was full of dedicated concentration. He seemed to enjoy doing this.

Isaac had almost fallen over with amazement, tripping over a rock that had eluded his vision and sat menacingly, hoping that the young Adept would, perhaps, injure himself on the fall.

"Oh, if only we had had that kind of weapon when we were fighting to illuminate the Lighthouses! That would have made our quest so much easier..." The Adept's mouth was parted slightly as if he were about to say something. His curious eyes scanned the weapon. In fact, there was nothing Isaac had wanted more than to swing it once or even twice if he was lucky. Certainly, though, it probably wasn't in Pit's best interest to simply hand over such an important gift and so the blond boy didn't endeavor to ask.

"Wow..." and then he remembered their prospective battle. "You have to show me all your tricks when we get the opportunity to spar! I've just got to see more of this!"

"I won't forget," he acceded, dropping his stance. "Hey... what were those lighthouses you were talking about a second ago?" Obviously, his attention had landed on those choice words. "Fighting to illuminate them?"

(OOC: Mun begs for forgiveness...:c)

Oh...Isaac hadn't realized he had mentioned something that needed more explaining. Habit forced him to stutter, but he recollected himself quickly.

"Those lighthouses," he began, thinking of how to phrase his sentences. What would Kraden have said? "they're like seals that kept Alchemy locked away. At first, I fought to keep them extinguished because it was going to protect the world from Alchemy falling into the wrong hands...but," a contemplative smile stretched across his face, "in the end I fought to light them. I realized that if Alchemy wasn't released, Weyard would surely perish..."

(Magic wand says you're forgiven)

Pit seemed to understand his quick debriefing. "Ahh. That sounds rough. It must have been hard to protect the lighthouses- with both causes." Okay, so he truly couldn't judge without having seen these lighthouses, but Isaac made it seem like a lot of work. But now he had a new curiosity and a new question. "What would happen if you kept alchemy locked up?"

Isaac had been playing with his glove, rubbing an already gloved finger on one hand over the leather covering the other. Not that he did this habitually. It was more like something he did to keep his mind focused. That was the key, focus.

And then...

"Oh? If...Alchemy hadn't been released..." his eyes were a bit wide, as if the question were novel, which it wasn't since he had once asked the same thing and received the same answer he would soon spit out. "The world would slowly disintegrate until there was nothing left. Entire continents would erode due to the water that runs off the edge of the world."

He said it so matter-of-factly that most people might have considered it callous if not downright tactless, but he had been familiar with the answer for quite a while and so he had no problems saying them again.

"You know our world is flat, right? Well, the water that runs off of the edge rubs away at Weyard and so the land slowly shrinks. The Proxians were the closest to being completely exterminated, their land wiped away by the constantly destructive water. The Proxians were the reason why I went on my quest and changed my goals. Alchemy...Alchemy protects Weyard and prevents it from shriveling into nothing."

Destructive! Water rubbing away at land? What a scary thought. Pit didn't have a strong mental grip on just how alchemy worked, so he couldn't imagine why it would stabilize Weyard. Nonetheless, he believed him. "The world is flat... I learned it was round." He paused. "No, I know it is round. It must be different for you."

You teach me and I'll teach you~~

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Lengthy tag is lengthy. ^^;

omnomnom I love me long tags

Lol well then it's a pleasure to serve you~

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I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO RIDICULOUSLY LATE ;A;

Yeah well SO AM I

WELL I AM LATE AGAIN ;A; -I was at a con ^^; -

I'M LATE TOO and I have no excuse. I'll be better from now on.