Mission 002 || going back to my origins

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[While everyone else is having typical, family-oriented dreams, you may notice this one in particular to be... a little unusual. First of all, Ratchet isn't quite Ratchet today.

First off, he's naked.

Second, he's not grinding away at one of his typical projects.

If anyone were to approach this creature out in the grassy field, they may find him lounging about - whether he's scratching at his ears, grooming himself, or just darting around trying to catch even more odd creatures roaming the wilderness. He might even have one in his mouth!

Oh, but don't piss off the little blue guys, either. Word to the wise.]

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Ratchet had dealt with a lot of people who had done terrible things in the past - one big name being Qwark. Though with the man suddenly missing through the holovision reports, it was unlikely that they'd ever meet again. At least last time they talked, he'd... been decent? Kind of.

Anyway. Kuja didn't seem like such a bad guy. He'd understand if told the whole story.

This, of course, is pushed to the side when he sees the man generate energy out of seemingly nowhere. The Lombax jumps a bit at that, having never seen magic before but still so intrigued. The Protopets don't stand a chance against the blast, and many of them tumble in the grass, dead on impact.

Whoa!

He can't help but exclaim, leaping further to the edge of the cliff and gazing down at the sight. While Novalis didn't need any more fire or carnage, he was still pretty damn impressed. One attack had the power of three RYNOs combined!

How'd you do that?

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Kuja didn't believe any explanation could excuse what he'd done. Hundreds of thousands of people had lost their lives, because of him--and that had been before he'd lost his reason. Afterward, the situation had only gotten worse. It troubles him deeply, but in the dream, he doesn't dwell on it, remaining focused on his surroundings and the situation at hand. There's a task to be completed.

In spite of everything, he's somewhat pleased to see the result of his attack. As effective as always. He doesn't feel any regret at the deaths of the Protopets; if they are harmful pests, there's no reason not to eliminate them.

"I'm a mage. Such things aren't difficult for me." Not that spells didn't take effort, but he was hardly going to admit that. His power might have diminished, but he was still formidable.

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Ratchet stares, for quite awhile. And he stares. And stares.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, and had they not been in the environment that they were, he probably wouldn't have believed it. It was ridiculious - something he'd only heard of in board games that he and Clank did play from time to time shut up - but... he couldn't deny it. So the catlike creature just shrugs, figuring whatever got rid of those pesky Protopets worked.

And lemme guess, He starts, beginning to move along the cliff with a lot more ease now. --you can summon giant monsters and carry around some kinda wand, right?

Not that he was against the idea, if the creatures did whatever he said. Clank would call it a hazard, but it was all in good fun!

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Summon giant monsters. The phrase has unpleasant connotations for him, reminding him of atrocities he committed in the past. "I do have dominion over beasts, but no, I am not a Summoner." He'd wiped most of them out and had stolen--or attempted to steal--the eidolons of those remaining, but that was not the same as summoning monsters himself. Only another cruel act could return that power to him.

"As you saw for yourself, I have no need of a wand. My magic is innate. I need neither baubles nor gimmicks to control it."