[It may just be a crude representation, the way the effigy of President Shinra was, but that was still satisfying in its own right. The feeling of the match sparking to life near his fingertips and that flame catching the kindling in the effigy and growing to consume it. He'd like to see that happen to Hojo--
And then the spell is coming together, something inside of him focusing until flames spark up in his hand. He casts from there on instinct, throwing the fire at the mannequin. Compared to spells he's conjured in the past, it's decidedly unimpressive, but it's... different. Not like Anders' magic, no, nor is it the kind of magic Sephiroth is used to-- and yet, it doesn't feel unnatural to him.
He's still startled, after the fact. For all that he wanted this, he's never quite settled on what it would mean if he were actually able to. Disappointing if he couldn't, but that also had the safety of normalcy; humans don't do magic like this where he comes from.]
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And then the spell is coming together, something inside of him focusing until flames spark up in his hand. He casts from there on instinct, throwing the fire at the mannequin. Compared to spells he's conjured in the past, it's decidedly unimpressive, but it's... different. Not like Anders' magic, no, nor is it the kind of magic Sephiroth is used to-- and yet, it doesn't feel unnatural to him.
He's still startled, after the fact. For all that he wanted this, he's never quite settled on what it would mean if he were actually able to. Disappointing if he couldn't, but that also had the safety of normalcy; humans don't do magic like this where he comes from.]