?promise of particles?lloyd x FEM!reader?

Power in Possibilities :167:

"This isn't a real dragon, obviously. It's interpretive, showing those 7 Source Dragons of myth. It's been here like, a million years, so almost as old as Uncle Bleckt! Hah!"

He seemed like a nice kid, but you also understood why Bleckt seemed constantly frustrated with him.

Roby spun back around, shrugging. "As everyone knows, the Seven Source Dragons are where people get their Elemental Powers from, so, we have the mural and the Tournament of Sources to honor their gifts!"

"What does the winner get?" Cole asked, yawning.

Furring his brow, Roby jumped, shaking his head. "Woah! We gotta go over rules first!"

You sighed. This was way too much energy for you right now. Maybe after you slept for 5 hours you'd be able to deal with this kid for maybe 5 minutes.

Continuing, "When someone loses a match, they give their Elemental Power to this Elemental Cup." He spun, pointing up to a tall building where a gold trophy stood in a window. "And with the cup, I give their powers to the winner, who then has both powers. This keeps going until the final two, where both competitors have half the powers from the entire Tournament!"

You blinked, trying to figure out how the hell he thought this was smart. "..So we're letting people basically have like- 50 Elemental powers? That seems dangerous for both their body, and other people. What if they go power hungry and try to keep them all?"

"Stop stressing!" Roby groaned. "The cup helps protect the mind from being harmed by the power. And even if the winner was evil of their own volition, I would just suck the powers back up into the cup and disperse them back to the original owners. Like a safety switch if someone tries something stupid. And only I know how to use this cup."

Well.. couldn't argue with that.

WyldFyre continued.. glaring -It seemed more like staring than glaring- at Roby. "If it-"

"Lloyd! Arin! What a pleasure it is to see you old chums!" A voice called out in an unfamiliar accent, much to WyldFyre's chagrin. To the left, a pink Mucoid had walked up to the group.

Glancing to Lloyd, you raised a brow. "Friend of yours?"

He smiled, nodding to you, turning to the snail. "Zant-Tanz! Everyone, this is the leader of the Mother Garden, where we got one of the Dragon Cores. Zant-Tanz, this is the rest of my team, including Y/n, my partner I mentioned. You're an Elemental Master? Why didn't you tell us?"

He shrugged, smiling under his frills. "I didn't even know until I got invited to this delightful convivial convention. I control plants! Though, I was informed it is quite different than the Elemental Power of Nature."

So he wasn't the successor of Bolobo. Meant the Elemental Master of Nature may still be around. Categorizing all this new powers was going to be a nightmare.

"Witness a whimsical demonstration!" He announced, raising his hands up, which began to glow a pale green.

You liked the way he spoke. Convivial and Whimsical were both words you wouldn't mind adding to your vocabulary.

The gray bricks of the road began to rattle, thick vines emerging and splitting the rock. They wove tightly about Zant-Tanz's head, blossoming flowers in an arch.

Zant-Tanz twirled, letting out a gleeful laugh. "Flower shower!" Pink petals began to fall around you in mass amounts. "Oh, I am such a sucker for whimsy!" His eyestalks twisting in joy. He was like a cute little grandpa.

"And you didn't know you were an Elementals Master? But you seem so proficient with your skills." Nya commented, tilting her head.

He shrugged. "I just thought I was very good at gardening. Oh! I have excellent news for your tummies, I will be bringing extra sweet Mucoidberries to tonight's banquet! Oh how excited I am!"