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Mitsuru 003 || Practice Makes Passable [Action | Training Center]
"I mustn't falter."
[Mitsuru keeps her voice low, eyes fixed on the target, hoping the words will help nudge her thoughts into proper order. It feels moderately successful, too; all those stray thoughts stop feeling like a mess, and start to consolidate into something much more defined.
...Granted, that thing is focused on how much she hates the fire magic boiling around in the front of her mind, but it was an improvement compared to a thousand separate notions scrambling around in her mind. However, it's still difficult to say whether it's her or Penthesilea voicing that the loudest.
Ice and thunder are also lurking in the far corners of her head, waiting to be called up...But right now, it's fire that's burning the edges of her finger tips, making her head hurt and thoughts start to slip back towards a jumble. Penthesilea keens her displeasure, and for a moment Mitsuru swears that the Persona is trying to push the ice magic to the front of her mind.
Mitsuru responds by letting the fire shoot off her hands and out of her mind. Her skin feels like it should be blistering from the heat, but in a heartbeat the flames have leapt into the air. They hit the target square on this time, to Mitsuru's relief and satisfaction; hopefully there won't be a fire to put out in the training center today. What ISN'T satisfying is that the attack is a far cry from what was demonstrated in class. Thin, needle like streams of fire that singe instead of explode. It seems that worry over a fire was truly unfounded, the critical part of her mind notes with disgust.
By the time the flames smolder out, she's quite ready to move on to a different type of spell.]
[Mitsuru keeps her voice low, eyes fixed on the target, hoping the words will help nudge her thoughts into proper order. It feels moderately successful, too; all those stray thoughts stop feeling like a mess, and start to consolidate into something much more defined.
...Granted, that thing is focused on how much she hates the fire magic boiling around in the front of her mind, but it was an improvement compared to a thousand separate notions scrambling around in her mind. However, it's still difficult to say whether it's her or Penthesilea voicing that the loudest.
Ice and thunder are also lurking in the far corners of her head, waiting to be called up...But right now, it's fire that's burning the edges of her finger tips, making her head hurt and thoughts start to slip back towards a jumble. Penthesilea keens her displeasure, and for a moment Mitsuru swears that the Persona is trying to push the ice magic to the front of her mind.
Mitsuru responds by letting the fire shoot off her hands and out of her mind. Her skin feels like it should be blistering from the heat, but in a heartbeat the flames have leapt into the air. They hit the target square on this time, to Mitsuru's relief and satisfaction; hopefully there won't be a fire to put out in the training center today. What ISN'T satisfying is that the attack is a far cry from what was demonstrated in class. Thin, needle like streams of fire that singe instead of explode. It seems that worry over a fire was truly unfounded, the critical part of her mind notes with disgust.
By the time the flames smolder out, she's quite ready to move on to a different type of spell.]
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Maybe you just need to let go. Y'know, not try so hard.
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Such a lapse in observation doesn't do much for her mood, and she sounds a bit terse as she speaks.]
"I fail to see how lack of effort will make this any easier, or satisfactory."
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[Bart will stay right there behind his tree for the time being, thanks. Even if he does have a supermetabolism that makes his wounds heal quickly, he does not want to be caught in the middle of Misturu's attacks.]
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[While she doesn't mean to take notes from a certain Commander's book, having someone stand behind a tree while giving that advice doesn't really fill her with confidence.
All the same, what all does she have to lose?]
"Very well. I'll at least make an attempt."
[Right. She'll try making effort to not make an effort, and-
Dieu. That's like asking her to breathe water instead of air. Penthesilea's protests doesn't make it any easier, and this time the spell doesn't even reach the target. It just...Sputters out as it leaves her hands in a few quick flashy orange sparks.]
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Uh... Forget I said anything.