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Neb: The last chapter Vincent had made it back to Artifact only to be ridiculed by his boss. She wants him to use people the way he was once used, which doesn't sit right with him. Of course, even if he doesn't want to use people, he'll need to understand he can't fight alone. As this is a show about the ties of family and friendship. I do not own Ducktales.
Vincent was practicing his magic out on the beach. It was still winter time so no one was going to be coming around and messing with him. He pulled out two of his crystals and then inhaled. "Rose Quartz and Amethysts are crystals of healing," Vincent spoke up to himself. "You can draw on their properties as long as you keep a calm mind." He continued to breath until he found a rhythm within his mind. The way the tides moved and the way the birds chirped were soothing. He was in a state of calmness. With that the crystals begun to glow. He moved them to the wound Donny inflicted on him, in order to heal himself, but suddenly he felt unease as he did so. He chucked both of the crystals into the water before hearing a loud bang. "Dang it," Vincent roared angrily. Every single time!"
"He's worse then you," a voice spoke up behind him.
Vincent turned around and saw there was no one there. "W-what? Who's there?" Whoever they were, they were hiding under the pier. He pulled two adventurine from his pocket and readied himself for combat. He was being spied on and it was possibly the Shadow Syndicate who was doing so. "Show yourself," Vincent called out. He headed towards the pier and like Deja Vu he saw a small shadow run by. "Webby?"
"Not quite," a different girl spoke up. It was the pink haired girl with the dark green striped sweater. "I am a friend of hers though, just in case if your planning on blowing me up."
Vincent put his crystals away and sighed. "You shouldn't sneak up on someone like that," Vincent pointed out. "Who were you talking to?"
"Myself," she lied.
At least he assumed she was lying. Living under the same roof as a gambler and then a gypsy taught him to be aware of when someone was fibbing. Not to mention it was a skill he had to pick up if he was going to work with mercenary gangs like the Shadow Syndicate. "Why were you spying on me?"
"Excuse you, I live around here," the girl yelled at him. "I was just heading home and saw you waving crystals around like maniac and then you start blowing stuff up."
"It was an accident," Vincent defended himself.
"So what's your deal with Webby huh? Are you working some kind of angle?"
"That's what someone who's working an angle would ask," Vincent shot back. "What about you Despell?"
"Despell? I'm Lena! Not Despell!"
Vincent was surprised by that reaction and backed up when he saw her glow purple. She was wearing a powerful crystal of her own hidden under her sweater. The only difference was, it didn't blow up when she got angry. "My bad," Vincent tried to calm her down. "I spoke without thinking."
"Where did you even hear that name?", Lena growled.
"My mentor," Vincent explained. "She... she's not very trusting of your family. I'm sorry for upsetting you."
"Whatever," Lena scoffed. "Just stay away from Webby, she doesn't need you blowing her up."
Vincent turned away after that. He wasn't going to stand there and be scolded by another child. That was when we heard someone whisper.
"We can use him..."
"No," Lena growled.
"No what?", Vincent raised his eyebrow.
Lena shook her head before running off.
"And I thought I had issues," Vincent muttered. He continued his training, but it didn't amount to much. He still couldn't learn how to heal. "Guess this is still all I can do." He did feel bad for upsetting the girl, but his mentor's instructions were very clear. Stay away from Despell. The fact that she talks to herself doesn't exactly help her case. Though she is friends with Webby but... No Webby is too trusting. Vincent grabbed onto his head as he fought with his inner thoughts. "Why am I like this?" He realized he was talking to himself and felt even worse from it. "Dammit, I have to apologize."