A test of Fun! Majin Halluc vs...?!

You'd be surprised what places the life of a merc would lead you. Prim was taken aback by one such task; Delivering goods to a monastery. A well-known place that skirted the outer reaches of this East City. What started as an inquiry involving the planet's mystical arts devolved into an Escrot of incense to the temple proper. With so many stronger criminals that liked to stake out the city despite declining crime rates, paying for protection just made sense.

They traveled by hovercraft. Dropping down at the front plaza that joined the entrance gates to the temple to the rest of East City. Silent as a craft could be, it blooped to a rapid descent. Two workers quickly went at the back door of this van-like craft to grab the large boxes of the burning spirits. Prim, of course, had leaped onto the ground before they had a proper touchdown. Giving the sight the most basic of lookdowns by tugging the shades they wore down. Before long, something bright stung their vision. Magic that was so deeply concentrated that it was like staring at the sun when they focused in on it.

It, being the least pigmented majin waiting in the distance. A being that also wasn't trying to hide, but expected company at the front gates. The mercenary took the initiative ahead of the crate bearers and would need to confront this one before they reached their goal.

"Hang back a moment."
Prim warned the two before starting up the stairs towards the gate. Shifting their eyesight away from reading magic, they'd be able to give the greying form a better look. This kashvar was wearing some flowing clothes, torso hidden under a shoulder cape that wrapped around them. The tiniest glint of metal could be seen poking underneath it near the hip.

"Mmh."
Prim gave the majin a shrug, not as thoroughly impressed with the outward image as they were the pure magic the being was made of. Momentarily shifting their attention back to the gates. Giving it a few beats of the fist themself. "We come with burning candles! This is Orin Temple, right? Come get your boys." Their boyish tone picked up, taking a different approach than just patiently waiting outside. It'd be some moments still before they responded...

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The creature was giving them a look back. And hought they seemed grumpy, made no other moves at them. Were they waiting for the weaker humans to present themself? Or was something about the Kashvar'sappearance upsetting? It wouldn't be the first time they got the stink eye for their pale skin and ears. It's not unlike the way a typical Konatsian might look at them. When the gates opened eventually, Prim was at least proven wrong on one assumption. This thing spoke, broken galactic mind you, but spoke all the same about learning. Those answering the door give the pair a confused look.

"A shipment from the candlemakers. The two men coming up right now has the crates, you can forward that payment to them now."
Prim would reaffirm with the confused gatekeeper, giving him a slight nod before stepping out of the way of their escort. Two big guys toting a big crate each, sealed and labeled correctly to the estate here. The aging man gave it a quick glance before ushering those two in. Before either Prim or the majin were let go or in, however, there was a matter of hospitality. A second, younger man steps in and pokes their head from around the older practitioner, staring between the two of them with a ready smile.

"Perhaps both of you would like some tea and a spot to rest for the moment? I'm sure the masters can look into the teaching you when they see you, in particular."
Prim was getting paid either way. Those blue eyes shot back over at Haluc once before shrugging.

"Sure."

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Prim didn't have reservations about stepping in first. They were confident about anything surrounding them EXCEPT the majin, who stepped in after. More of this broken galactic caught the kashvar's ear as they walked, keeping pace with the younger student as the other three humans peeled away from the group, most likely to take care of those candles in their possession. Prim was less curious asking about the structure or art itself from someone not the master, but they did listen in on this practitioner speak up. Walking and talking as they pushed past the short garden into the vase inner lobby.

"Only sometimes. It's mostly study and examination within the walls itself."
The youngster would stop themselves short of stepping into the central ring of this wide space offered inside the temple, turning now to face them both properly with a short nod. "And, of course, dining. Excuse the vacancy, I believe some of the masters are doing field exercises with the students. That's..." Specifically, they seemed to give the majin a smile and considerate look. Trying to help him understand as best he could. "Outside of the city, that's where most of our training takes place. It gets dangerous training the spirit and body to its fullest around our buildings. I'm sure you're aware of that ability to destroy, even with the simplest of touches." Shifting to the side, the student would hurriedly get some tea seeped and made for the pair.

"I'll be back with the tea, just rest your legs. Keep each other company, who knows? Maybe you'll get to see the master soon!"
And they'd slink into a side door! Promptly followed by muffled talking. No doubt he might have popped into one of those trainee rooms. Prim was more than patient enough to sit to this end, accepting the tea and sitting adjacent to the table. The Kashvar was quiet, and didn't seem to question anything about the situation, but rather, Halluc himself.

"Learn, huh? What are you exactly?"
They let that tea cool, sniffing and taking in the faint aroma it gave off. That in itself was soothing.

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Well, that explained it. Coming from the majin's mouth itself, Prim seemed to soften up at the expression. 'Magic'. Another being composed of it, or some part of it. Why magic took this form and not one like Prim's, they were uncertain. But Halluc wears his intention on his arm. Restraint. Precision. Control. It was one thing to have power, but to wield it truly was something many failed to do. Prim didn't lose sleep over accidentally catching a few people in strikes not meant for them, but doing so was hardly common.

If anything, Prim had gotten a little too good at control for most opponents on their level.

"Halluc. The consumer of evil, wants to learn control and precision. I suppose the Earthling establishments aren't an awful place to pick that up."
Prim admits through experience, taking a long blow over their tea before finally sipping on it. They held the cup back gingerly, letting it's lingering warmth catch in those hands. "Strength isn't their forte, it's discipline. Reminds me of my own home, back on Konats. You can call me Prim." They were awfully open to this random creature, perhaps seeing a part of themselves in it. Not for any one particular quality of personality or physical, no, they seemed far different there. But was there camaraderie in magic men, as strained as that connection might be?

"Ever tried a mask? I think people like a good mask. If you're worried your mug scares people, maybe look into that. You'll want something unobstructed to vision if you plan on fighting... 'evil' with it on though."
They'd get a few minutes of alone time like this, just the bubbling of hot teas and water in the kitchen across from them.

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Prim couldn't relate to the majin past their magic affinity coursing through them. Even as their 'home', the kashvar rarely would think of it as such. More like a prison. Hiding away the shame, at least, wasn't their style either. But they also didn't care for supplying obvious solutions like 'change your appearance' or, more nicely, 'suggesting it didn't matter what you looked like as long as you were good'. All cheesy and all made Prim's stomach churn. The big majin was rather open about the history and why they came to life, at least.

Dharatan. Prim had heard, they did not see.

"I'm afraid I do not know too much about what happened with Dharatan besides what was spoken by the tongue. The news called it an attack by a demon. Suppose you didn't find a demon when you and your fellow majin were out there? Of course you didn't, why'd you ask otherwise."
If they had been out there before it was swallowed back up, Prim might have gotten a real good look at the magic and corruption. But that was a day gone by. "So you sleep for years, wake up and want to eat the evil away from the worlds. Earth, you figured, would help? Everyone's got their own path, I suppose. I'm here for much the same reason, actually. Not to learn what you want to learn, but to learn all the same." As it was a personal matter, they didn't elaborate. Sipping on their cup and waiting for those who'd come to greet them in time. It was taking them a while, either because they wanted time to prepare something or the masters would be out for a while before they could see Halluc, specifically.

Minutes pass, and the student DOES pop their head back in to reassure the pair.

"The masters are coming back within the hour if you wish to see them mister Halluc. Thanks for being patient with us. Need refills?"
They seemed genuine but didn't stick around for long. nly helping with what the pair wanted before heading off again. Prim settled on another cup of tea.

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Prim simply nods, sipping on their tea as they looked up at the majin. It was odd, to hear more thoughtful words come from such an alien entity when the most self-proclaimed of saints and mystics offered little in the same way. The Kashvar's ears fall slightly as they close their eyes to enjoy the tea a second time.

"Mmh."
An eye popped open when Halluc mentioned smelling Prim's inner magic. Questioning them as to what they wanted from here if not the same thing he wanted. Prim had control of their power, on the technical level at least. But something deeper ran in them that stank of something dark and demonic. It was far more... primordial than a simple demon. It was more an essence of something not too unlike the majin itself that was pitted deep in the youth.

"I travel far and wide in search of two things. Today, it's for the first."
Prim starts, getting further than most who'd ask the question. For most, the Kashvar wouldn't bother explaining or entertain the thought. "I search for mystics, others attuned to ritual. Be it spiritual, magical, or otherwise. My homeworld came up dry, so here I am. The masters, with any luck, can help me look into something about myself. Or at least recognize it. Stick around and you may see what I mean."
It was as simple as it could get without telling Halluc off, spinning in their seat to enjoy the rest of their tea facing the rest of the kitchen.

"You ever wonder what you are? Why you are so dangerous, with a hard-to-control hunger?"

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"Hmm."
Prim gives Halluc another look as he divulges. Curious as to the legitimacy. Why would he need to lie about origins like that, though? It wasn't like, the wildest things Prim could imagine. They themself were a product of a not-so purely biological creation. They also knew aliens wide and far had strange diets, even stranger reasons to be here. A budding, magic-based lifeform could be seen in the same natural light as any other life if you consider this same magic to be part of the world itself. Konats and Earth, Prim is sure of at the bare minimum.

"You know-"
Prim looked away and down into their tea cup. Half full at this point, but still warm enough to see the steam hit their shades. "I'm also controlled by certain... feelings. Not hunger, but it's craving all the same. And I can't quite tell where it comes from. It's different than how I feel about everything else; A certain desire. Doesn't have much to do with why I'm here, but it's just interesting to think about. Especially by the sheer coincidence of running into a Majin." Were they two sides of a very similar coin? Was hard to say, as Halluc probably felt nothing but a cold, dangerous magic inside of Prim. Despite appearing and acting selfishly at the worst, with little sense of evil themselves.

"Do you recall any of the cults that lived on Konats during your time there? That is part of my quest too. I'm looking for a particular Kashvar sect."
Prim asks as a genuine question, just as several powers seem to start collecting out in the main lobby behind where their seats gathered. Like a wave of people coming back from an expedition. Either of them could guess what that could mean, given they were told the people running the place were out and would be back soon enough. Prim perked up from their drink, and looked over their shoulder toward it. Blinking, with a twitch in their ear.

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