Sketch 2

[rainbowbrush.livejournal.com]

[Video]
[When the feed clicks on, all that is visible is Relm's paint-splattered face, grinning broadly.]

Hey! I remembered a lot of important stuff! The most important, too! I'm a Pictomancer! And y'know what? I'm the only one! I knew I was awesome! This just proves it!

I'm a mage, too. I remembered a bunch of super neat magic and I can do pretty much anything. My magic is really really powerful, too, much better than that stupid Palom's. His is all fake, anyway. Not like mine. I'm a real mage. How else could I be the only Pictomancer ever?

So who wants to see what I can do, huh, huuuuh~?

Comments

[rainbowbrush.livejournal.com]

Yay! You're the best, Mister Muscles!

[stinglikeabat.livejournal.com]

Ha ha ha! You should know, my real name's Joachim.

...Of course, when I've got the mask on, it's Grand Papillon!

[rainbowbrush.livejournal.com]

Grand... whaaaat? You have some really weird names!

[stinglikeabat.livejournal.com]

It'd be even stranger if Mister Muscles was my real name!

[rainbowbrush.livejournal.com]

Nuh-uh. That name is perfect for you.

[stinglikeabat.livejournal.com]

[What has he gotten himself into.]

It is pretty good, I'll admit. But you can't beat GRAND PAPILLON for sheer showmanship!

[rainbowbrush.livejournal.com]

[It's too late now. You are doomed, Joachim.]

That sounds so dumb! You need a better name!

[stinglikeabat.livejournal.com]

It sounds heroic, that's what it sounds like!

[rainbowbrush.livejournal.com]

No it doesn't.

What does it even mean?

[stinglikeabat.livejournal.com]

In the tongue of my adopted people, it means "Great Butterfly"!

[He's saying this with pride and joy. This is the face of a man who gives no fucks at all.]

[rainbowbrush.livejournal.com]

[And Relm cracks up. Just. Lots of giggling, here.]

B-butterfly?!

[stinglikeabat.livejournal.com]

Well... I like butterflies.

[Yuma may have had a hand in it back in the day. But he's smart enough to realize that telling Relm that little girls have a record of monkeying about with his costume choices is a bad, bad plan.]

[rainbowbrush.livejournal.com]

[She stops laughing enough to talk, finally.]

Why?

[stinglikeabat.livejournal.com]

Whyever not?

Can you think of a better man to represent nature's greatest symbol of grace and beauty?

[...FLEX.]

[rainbowbrush.livejournal.com]

[And there go the giggles again.]

You're more like a bear than a butterfly!

[stinglikeabat.livejournal.com]

Not at all! I'm nowhere near as hairy as one!

[Yes this is the only reasonable objection.]

[rainbowbrush.livejournal.com]

But you're all big and tall and muscle-y. And not tiny and flutter-y like a butterfly. You don't have wings, either!

[stinglikeabat.livejournal.com]

Ha ha! Just wait until I remember how to use my powers!

You'll be surprised, I'll promise you that.

[rainbowbrush.livejournal.com]

You think so? You can't be more amazing than I am!