Vesper had made great strides in his magic, based around his passion for baking and partaking in sweets. But somewhere down the line, despite the advancement and possibilities offered because of it, he'd lost the ability to boost his own powers through his magic. He could no longer rely on the clear mental image offered by crackling electricity or the powerful rumble that followed in its wake. So what was the missing ingredient now? Vesper rummages through his pocket and plucks out one of his old candies. The aptly named Rumble Candy, that once cracked between his teeth to unleash a shock that permeated through his system. He could no longer activate it as he was now, instead opting to carefully inspect it, spinning it between his prominent fingers and thumb. There must be some way to get the same effect without the assault on his senses. He was stronger now - his magic more fluid than before. He can create candy from nothing but magic so, in theory, it should be simpler, yes?
Vesper unseals the little candy, a flick of his thumb to lob the confection straight into the wolf's jaws, letting it linger still on his tongue as he closes his eyes and focuses entirely on the flavor. He had an idea, perhaps a bit simplistic, but one reliant entirely on his proficiency in something more mundane than magic; baking. A hand unfurls, gripped tight by the other at the precipice of elbow and forearm. A magic circle appears within his clutches, channeling energy that flickers between opaque white and something entirely transparent. He's recounted the hours, the days, the years of perseverance it took to even create his improvised form of spellcraft - novice and unintuitive in every way. He understands better than most what it means to toil away for the meager scraps of strength you can muster and it was his passion that drove him this far to begin with.
A roll of his tongue to rest the sweet between his fangs, applying pressure, slow and intermittent, etching the sensation in abject permanence. The way it feels in his mouth. The way it sticks so greedily to his teeth. The way it creaks splitting under the stress. The way its flavor explodes into a bolt of lightning when it finally cracks. Vesper closes his eyes and commits it all to memory, a burst of magical energy coiling along his arm, trailing down to his open palm. The luminosity he wielded in place, a question was left unspoken, teetering in the border of regression or evolution was beginning to blossom into an answer. A finale in the closing of the circle and a fist snapped shut.
It looked just the same as the candy that stained his senses just a moment ago, but would it function the same? That was the question that needed its answer. Before, it was simple in its convoluted way. He'd make the candy by hand and use them as a catalyst for his magic. It was all done in an environment he was familiar with, but now, he had to imagine the act of constructing a candy from scratch using only his magic. It was more potent in theory, but placed more of a mental strain on the boy, forcing him to truly understand every ingredient and correctly fulfill every ingredient or the whole spell would be ruined. There was only one way to test it, too.
Vesper glances towards Briar, a frivolous smile, silly, but just as reassuring as he lifts it up to show it off. "Well, here goes nothin' Bottoms up!" He flicks it into his mouth in the same way as the original model - crunch. Vesper's eyes light up, a jolt of electricity running through his body. The taste he remembers accompanying the sensation all too familiar. The sensation was of course, phantom - a testament to a child's imagination, perhaps? Still, it wasn't completely the same. There was no need to sustain the spell, all of the magic placed was finite, lasting a certain amount of time regardless of Vesper's input after the fact.
"I think... I got it down. It works just like my old one! Well... a little different but still!" Vesper's entire body was colored in a soft pinkish hue, same as the candy he had just consumed and emitted a steady stream of vapor that signified the burning of the magical energy flowing through his metabolism. He simply sat munching down on sweets until the candy wore off and he noticed that his body felt sluggish afterwards, a rather nasty aftershock from his body recovering from the effects of his sugar doping. He decides to take a little break, arms propped on the desk with his chin rested comfortable in his palms as he watched Briar practice.
[915]
[Learning: B Rank - Rumble Candy]
[20% WCR from INT and 20% WCR from College of Augmentation]