first wind; video

[agains]

[ The video feed is shaky, as the holder of the bracelet is currently floating in the sky. Faintly, over the sound of a jetpack, he yells: ]

Hello, fellow Moonblessed! My name is Sky High, and I am called Sky High! Should anyone require assistance launching their lanterns from the highest place, or require help getting up high enough, I will be waiting by the hill to help out.

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[witchwithoutacause]

[ She's keeping the angle a little obscured for that very reason. ]

I guess there's a few of us around here, huh?

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[agains]

You are the first I've met. If there are more, I should love to get acquainted. [ He looks around, clueless but cautious. ] I am a NEXT; I possess the power to manipulate wind. Are you the same?

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[witchwithoutacause]

I'm sure you'll find someone else sooner or later.

[ There's like, a guy who flies on his sword or something? ]

Can't say I know what a NEXT is. I'm a witch.

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[agains]

A witch? [ Surely she jests. But at the same time, is anything really out of the ordinary in a place that gives you wolf ears and a tail when a certain moon rises? ] Do you study the magic arts, or are you naturally gifted with them? My own power is genetic, you see.

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[witchwithoutacause]

[ She finally angles the picture down. Sure enough, she's just floating on a broom. ]

It takes a natural gift to start, and then a lot of learning to get any good at it. Just being able to fly sounds pretty cool too, though.

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[agains]

How fascinating, and how wonderful! There is an academy that my colleagues attended to further their grasp of their own powers, but I confess, I never trained in such a way. [ And a rare deep moment with Keith-- ] Having lived like this much of my life, I don't know what I would do without the sky.

Are you releasing any lanterns tonight?

[witchwithoutacause]

I was in a witch school before they dragged me here. It was... eh. Can't say I needed it.

[ But she's not actively trying to flunk now. ]

I've got some... wishes, I guess, I wouldn't mind seeing come true. You got one of your own?

[agains]

A young lady should take her studies seriously. [ but he won't go full-on dad or anything ] Do you want to return?

My deepest desire is... a secret. It would surely reveal my true identity.

[witchwithoutacause]

Maybe if I find something I wanna study. [ Fat chance. ] So... I dunno. Maybe.

So anyways, secret identity huh? You're a superhero?

[agains]

Surely there is a whole world of things a witch can study! And do you not miss your classmates?

I am a Hero, yes, and I have heard the term "superhero" -- but there is nothing "super" about me. I am simply a man doing his best for the citizens of Sternbild.

[witchwithoutacause]

A few of 'em. I already know a good few things.

Humble too, though? Legit hero trait.

[agains]

There are many traits that make up a Hero, and there is as much variety in Heroes as I suspect you find in witches. I wish I could introduce you to my colleagues; some of them are here, as well.

[witchwithoutacause]

Witches are a little more likely to be born into it, but I'd believe it.

What all powers do they have?

[agains]

Wild Tiger and Barnaby Brooks Junior share the same "Hundred Power" to magnify their physical strength by a hundredfold, but the rest have unique abilities, and powers that are unique to themselves. For example, Fire Emblem has control of flames, and Blue Rose is excellent at wielding ice. Would you like to know more?

[witchwithoutacause]

Fire and ice are both pretty classic, but do you have anything weirder?

[agains]

I recall a villain who was able to turn invisible, and remain out of sight, when he held his breath. And, of course, I will never forget the particularly foul villain who would create barriers as offensive weapons, as well as read minds.

[witchwithoutacause]

Damn though, it's rad when you find a creative use for something. Like, 'oh but my power isn't just for defense! muahaha!' that sort of thing.

[agains]

I would rather not praise someone so horrendous, no matter how creative he may have been, or how cunning with his abilities. It is a matter of principle.