Shadow Dragon Reborn

[Clownpiece]

“Um... That’s a good question,” Clownpiece answered after a moment, throwing the satchel over her shoulder, and tucking her torch inside of it. Truth be told, she hadn’t really thought about it, having been too busy not letting her face get smashed in. She let out a quiet hum, tilting her head up to the blank sky. Now that she was actually standing around and thinking about it, suddenly her mind was running blank. “Can you give me a minute to think about it?”

“Sure,” Yuuka responded calmly. “As long as we keep moving. I don’t feel like standing around tired, waiting for you to make up your mind.”

“Okay,” the hell fairy dropped her head back down, meeting the youkai’s gaze for a moment, before stepping over and scooping up her unconscious comrade. She carefully lifted the lighter fairy bridal-style, barely keeping her balance as she straightened back up. “Alright,” she said shakily, the white-clad child hanging heavily in her arms. “Which way’s east?”

“This way,” the green-haired girl responded, already walking off to a gate in the distance. A small squeak escaped Clownpiece as she hurried to keep up, not that it took a lot of effort. After a mere few moments of fast-walking, the overburdened fairy caught up to Yuuka’s leisurely stroll, and was soon walking in step with her. She stared blankly ahead as they strode along, mind wandering for possible requests she could make. And as usual, she was drawing a blank.

“Hey, Yuuka?” Clownpiece started, a brightly-colored idea starting to form in her mind.

“Yes?”

“Did you steal Master Spark from Marisa?” She asked bluntly, turning her head to face the youkai.

“You wanna run that by me again?” Yuuka responded, as deceptively calm as ever, staring straight ahead.

“Er... um...” The fairy stuttered, averting her eyes and unconsciously stepping further away. “Did Marisa learn Master Spark from you?” She tried the second route, hoping desperately that was the correct assumption to make.

“Got in her way now, did you?” There was a hint of amusement in her voice. “To answer your question: No, she ‘copied’ it. But I can guess where you’re going with this.”

“Could you teach me how to do that!?” Energy she didn’t know she had sprang forth, and she asked the question with way more enthusiasm than she intended to. “Just thinking about having that much destructive power at my fingertips... It’d be a whole new hell for my enemies to suffer in! Just thinking about it is getting my blood burning!”