( Overthinkers seems a satisfying guesstimate, because the way Robin builds on Mika's speculation seems to resonate with him. He's a particularly logical person, cautious and sure, so viewing magic as a series of interlocking parts with logical flow - a circuit whose junctures he can inspect for points of failure - seems sensical to him.
After a few moments of thought, he begins to draw his rapier. )
... I'll try it.
( He glances about, finding a conveniently placed tree nearby - and with a strike so swift it's hard to see, he slashes at its surface (knowing it's too depowered to cut through, as it normally might) - it leaves a proper nick. That's the baseline.
He lifts his blade again. )
... Donec moraire.
( He speaks his spell certainly - sharply, in line with his intent. It helps that he has a very strong visual of his intended outcome - sharpening the blade beyond its normal means - and an image of the magic: blood channeled through his blade like a river, interwoven around it like a sharp-razor net. The magic manifests in a ripple of scarlet along is blade, as if a pulse of blood - it leaves a bright, red mark along the sharp edges of the blade, and it swings his blade again.
He can't slice through the tree just yet. He didn't think he'd be able to. But the result is a success: a far deeper cut into the tree, deeper than a normal rapier could manage, if at all.
Rather than pleased, Mika seems to simply study it, as if trying to parse what went well - and what could improve. )
... I think familiarity can mimic sentimentality here. ( In terms of the needs of a focus. ) Your advice had merit, I think.
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After a few moments of thought, he begins to draw his rapier. )
... I'll try it.
( He glances about, finding a conveniently placed tree nearby - and with a strike so swift it's hard to see, he slashes at its surface (knowing it's too depowered to cut through, as it normally might) - it leaves a proper nick. That's the baseline.
He lifts his blade again. )
... Donec moraire.
( He speaks his spell certainly - sharply, in line with his intent. It helps that he has a very strong visual of his intended outcome - sharpening the blade beyond its normal means - and an image of the magic: blood channeled through his blade like a river, interwoven around it like a sharp-razor net. The magic manifests in a ripple of scarlet along is blade, as if a pulse of blood - it leaves a bright, red mark along the sharp edges of the blade, and it swings his blade again.
He can't slice through the tree just yet. He didn't think he'd be able to. But the result is a success: a far deeper cut into the tree, deeper than a normal rapier could manage, if at all.
Rather than pleased, Mika seems to simply study it, as if trying to parse what went well - and what could improve. )
... I think familiarity can mimic sentimentality here. ( In terms of the needs of a focus. ) Your advice had merit, I think.