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How long had it been since Negi could truly cut loose? It had been quite a long time and Chamo and Barry were looking out for one another.

Stepping into the sensoriums, Negi looked over at the recreation of the Gravekeeper's Palace floating overhead. He could remember most of it, from regaining his memories of the attack that ruined the magical world and earth in a simultaneous blow, but stepping forward was Fate, the pale haired boy giving him a silent look.

The pair stared at each other for a long moment, and then seconds later, exploded into energy. Fists crashed against each others cheeks in a cross-counter as they skidded backwards.

"Come, Negi. Show me your plan." intoned Fate.

Negi grinned as his form changed, invoking his most powerful ability. His hair fanned out and became a long pink swathe of hair as his body glowed in a brilliant pink light as he shot forward, Fate coming to meet him in a devastating blow. The sound of violence could DEFINITELY be heard from behind the door in the sensorium, as the pair rained blow after blow down in a dizzying volley.

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"That would complicate things." Philosophical differences... Truth be told, he had no real idea how to explain countermagick according to a Hermetic paradigm. Nor was he about to try any further than he had! "At that level, though, there's always Primium, if you can get your hands on it."

"It sounds like something I'd like to research into, since I enjoy that more than fighting," admitted Negi, finally depowering and that shine of pink vanishing to replace itself with normal colors. "Maybe I could give a demonstration of how big a high ancient spell works for my world?"

"Sure, and I'll give you a demonstration in turn," he said with an eager grin. "Toss it my way. THIS I can do without any more training that how to strike a decent blow."

"Ooogh, you sure? Okay."

Going through the ones he knew, and settling on a fairly basic high ancient that he could throw at the other mage because goddamn he wasn't going to throw a thousand thunderbolts at him, Negi jogged several meters away and held up a hand. Rastel. Raskil Magister!

Kenotetos astrapsato de temeto! Διος Τυκος!

On cue, Negi swung his arm down at him, and a powerful blast of lightning arced downwards at Morgan.

One hand on the hilt of his sword, he watched the incantation, listening to its rhythm. He didn't come anywhere close to understanding the Greek, but by its tempo and pacing, he could judge when the spell was coming.

As the lightning descended, he drew his sword and in the same motion, cut. Its dull gold blade flashed a muted reflection as the Primium weapon struck the lightning. The sword's composition was more fundamental, more real, than anything else; more real even than the magic of the spell. The blade cut the heart out of the magic, leaving nothing but aimless tatters to quickly scatter.

That was impressive, to be able to cut through a high ancient spell like that. Negi realized then he had a lot to learn. "That was quite the feat," he remarked. "I've never seen anyone do that before, even if I kept it at a fairly mid-range power. You must have had a great teacher."

"I can't take credit for that one, it's all the sword." He lightly flipped the weapon up in the air, balancing it by the point in his cupped hand. Which was fairly ludicrous considering it was a hand-and-a-half bastard sword. "The metal it's made of is probably the most incredible stuff in the universe. This was a gift to me, from a very dear friend."

"It sounds like your friend was very important." said Negi, nodding. "That's good."

"To me, anyway."

He tossed the blade up, letting it spin back down to snap home in its sheath. A little trick to keep himself from getting melancholy. "She was unbelievably powerful, but it never really affected her. She had a truly caring heart."

"That's good then. I guess there should be something to be said about friends and memories." said Negi.

"All the more reason to do the job we're here to do." His voice had lost much of its cheerful nature, and he knew it; he rubbed at his temples briefly, swiped the back of his wrist across his forehead, then smiled. "Still, no point in getting too serious over it."

Negi nodded as he sighed and rotated his shoulder. "Yeah. And I think I've gotten a workout right now. At least it keeps us busy, the sensoriums at least."

"Well, I am sorry for interrupting. And not just for your sake, it was very educational to watch. Gave me a couple of ideas." The smile wasn't forced any more.

"Not a problem! When I'm done, I could probably discuss magic with you for a while at least. I have nothing really planned for the day," added Negi, smiling right back.

"I'd love to, if we can find common ground about it. I'm barely familiar with Hermetic style. I suppose this is a chance to learn the basics."

And it was a relief to be able to talk to someone about it without the fear that they'd attempt to kidnap, torture, and/or murder him.

"I'll do my best then," replied Negi. "I love to figure out similarities at any rate."

"The better people on the ship can work together, the better our chances," Morgan agreed with a nod.

"Yeah, though some of them don't get the memo," remarked Negi, sighing. "There's always secrets being kept and really, is it that obvious that we have to get along but people are too stubborn to do so?"

"That's just how it is. It's hard to put aside your philosophy and belieds, after all..." Oh, how well he'd learned THAT fact over time.

"Yeah that's true enough. I guess not everyone is okay with the whole idea though." sighed Negi.

"Like I said, philosophy and belief. We'd see it all the time back home. If one person wants to save the world by prayer and supplication to an all-powerful deity, and another person has no belief in the divine and instead wants to save the world through applied science and technology, how could the two ever work together?"

He was understating at best. Ask any three mages about which path was true and proper, and you'd get four different answers at least.

"That's true. And there's so many ideals that this place will be a hotbed of them." said Negi. He shrugged. "It's why I follow the gray path, my own way."

"Who doesn't follow their own way? That's the problem at the same time it's the only palatable way." He sighed. "The problem with not crushing human spirit is that no two go in the same direction."

"Yeah. Getting people to see the same idea while dealing with conflicting stuff is always a problem." Negi pursed his lips and shrugged. "Sometimes it'll be weird though and it'll work."

"Sometimes, and it's always a glorious thing when it does!" he said cheerfully. "And despite everything I have faith it'll happen again here."

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