Diplomacy doesn't quite work like that. [It's a little hard to admit and now that he's thinking of it, he really should work on giving it a core that spits lightning to match Cabal's Ruin. Something to think about.
But I do have something that does. [HEY GODS, I'M USING YOUR VESTIGES FOR A DICK MEASURING CONTEST. He waves a gauntlet-ed hand at the audience who oblige him a very nice piece of pottery. As it starts it's descent, the leather cloak he's wearing crackles with electricity and all at once the pottery explodes with a crackle of lightning and ozone and obliterated clay.
He just wasted a charge of his vestige to show off. Because why the hell not? Granted, he didn't invent the fucking cloak, but Logical Percy isn't home right now.]
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But I do have something that does. [HEY GODS, I'M USING YOUR VESTIGES FOR A DICK MEASURING CONTEST. He waves a gauntlet-ed hand at the audience who oblige him a very nice piece of pottery. As it starts it's descent, the leather cloak he's wearing crackles with electricity and all at once the pottery explodes with a crackle of lightning and ozone and obliterated clay.
He just wasted a charge of his vestige to show off. Because why the hell not? Granted, he didn't invent the fucking cloak, but Logical Percy isn't home right now.]