Trixie sits in front of a brass bowl in the middle of the room, water beginning to bubble up inside it as her horn glows, a small plant beginning to grow out of the water, made of the water. She smiles at it, her horn glowing a little brighter as the plant blooms into a flower.

Hastur walks int the room, whistling a little tune and stretching, his shirt missing. He looks over and sees Trixie and the little flower growing. He smiles at her and begins to walk over. "Hello, Trixie. That's a neat trick, and a very pretty flower."

Trixie gave a surprised noise, as she looked up the flower shook itself apart before dropping back into the bowl "Oh Luna, watch it, you startled me," she raised a hoof to her beating heart before leaning in to shove the bowl away "at least it wasn't a fire spell."

Hastur looks at the bowl, then back at Trixie. "I'm sorry, Trixie. Didn't mean to make you lose your concentration. It was a nice flower." He gives her a small smile.

Trixie chuckles as she calms down, getting up and making her way past the bowl toward Hastur "It was a useful flower. Trixie wouldn't worry about it. Did you plan to use the room?"

Hastur smiles and nods. "Yep. My martial arts might not be as intricate or beautiful as your magic, but it's all I've got." He walks over to some training dummies and pulls them into a tight circle surrounding him. He then stands in the middle, his hands together before dropping into his Wing Chun stance. he begins to assault the dummies, turning to focus on each one with lightning speed.

Trixie settles down against the wall to watch the forms, a small wisp of flame sparking into being as her horn begins to glow again, floating around her head as it burns oxygen.

Hastur attacks each dummy with great speed and power. He sends several blows to the "ears" of one dummy before landing one powerful blow across it's jac, then turning completely to land a straight kick against the one behind him, his leg never going far above his waist, he continues with the momentum of the turn, punching and palm striking each dummy as he turns. before coming back to the first dummy and landing several blows upon it with his elbows.

Trixie continues to watch, her eyes glazing over as the flame split in two, the mare beginning to lightly pant, swirling the flames around one another before letting them part and circle back together.

Hastur finishes his forms with a final great punch to the first dummy he attacked, shattering it. He stands there, panting, sweat dripping from his forehead. He stands up straight and wipes off his forehead, then turns to see what Trixie is doing. He smiles at her, watching the flame.

Trixie glances at Hastur as she notices she's being watched, the flames disappearing in a puff as she smiles at the giganto "Well, that didn't take long."

Hastur chuckles and shakes his head. "Nope. Just came in here to make sure I could remember my basic forms, from when I was first being taught to defend myself and others." He smiles and looks at Trixie. "You know, you're kind of cute without your hat. Sure, tha hat makes you look more the part of a great and powerful magician, but without it, you look... I dunno. More like a nromal person."

Trixie got up with a chuckle, making her way over to Hastur "Not too normal hopefully. Trixie just didn't want it to get ruined." she gathered up the remains of the practice dummy, her horn glowing again, and carried them over to a bin against the wall "It isn't exact, but that's fine. It matches well."

Hastur nods and smiles. "No, not too normal. You still appear great and powerful. And as for the hat, I'm glad you like it. I did my best in replicating it, but I was working from memory. Not the best to work with when sewing, but it's what I had." He smiles and begins to put the dummies, now cracked from the battering, back in their original places.

As Hastur puts away the final dummy, his back is clearly visible. Large marks have been burned into his back, all down along his spine. These marks are all exactly the same, and take the form of and strange, elongated, distorted question mark, with two long, curved lines jutting out from the left and right sides of the dot. The marks are all a sickly, disgusting yellow.

Trixie approaches from behind, her horn going to work forcing the cracks in the dummies closed and mended one at a time "Is it common for giganto to have cutie marks as well?... though Trixie must say, theres more than a few better looking ones out there." the dummies make small pops as she forces them back together, the light fractures still visible in their surfaces but otherwise appearing mostly fixed "If you don't mind Trixie asking, what does it mean?"

Hastur seems confused for a moment. "Oh! The marks on my back..." He ponders for a moment, then sighs. "The marks are known as th Yellow Signs. They are the marks of the being I a named after. Hastur, the King in Yellow. While many would be thrilled to be named after a king, this one.... he is a vile, ancient eldritch being, who wants nothing more than to take over the world."

Hastur sighs again. "I do not wish to be like him. My parents wished me to become like him, but... I won't. I will do all in my power to prevent him from coming back. Taking on his enemy's name as my last, sealing away the Tome used to bring him back... I will not allow him to walk this world."

Trixie scoffs "Most rulers Trixie has heard of are pompus uptight asses anyways." she mutters under her breath 'how was Trixie supposed to know Chrysalis would take offense at the act' she sighs, the aura around her horn fading as she finishes with the last dummy "Ah well. So, how did you end up with that as your mark then? Not sure how these things things go with non-equestrians."

Hastur takes on a small, sad smirk. "Well, here's how this one happened. Mom and Dad decided that naming me after him was the first step. Next, I needed his mark. But, it couldn't just be a tattoo. No, that wouldn't do. So, Dad decided to forge his sign into metal, at the end of a rod. Then, he heated up the sign reeeeal hot. Once it glowed red with heat, he pressed it into my skin. And that how I got my mark. The rest were just repeats."

Trixie 's eyes widen as she listens, her horn beginning to glow some, wincing and giving a shudder at the end "Tell me, Hastur. Where did you say your parents are again? Trixie would like to... speak with them." the mare pawed at the ground with a hoof before one of the dummies simply lost its head, the mare turning and beginning to walk away from the dummies.

Hastur chuckles and follows Trixie. "They aren't exactly talkative people. We used to live outside of Wutai, but once I ran away, they've been following me. They don't approach me, don't try to take me home. They just stand at a distance, watching." He turns and looks out a window, sighing. "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear...twofold." He glares at two tall figures, wrapped in birght yellow robes, their faces dark voids within hoods.

Trixie walks up and simply glares out the window, her horn glowing a dark reddish magenta as multiple ice spikes dart from beneath her cloak straight for the hooded beings.

Hastur sighs as the taller of the beings puts out a hand and several dark, vile tendrils of sinew lash out from the cloak, striking down the spikes. The being puts it's hand back beneath it's robe, then turns, along with the other one, and walks off, fading away. "Father of the Year, that guy."

"That's right cowards! Run! Run from The Great and Powerful Trixie!" she grumbles and turns away "Maybe use fire, or lightning next time." her horn continues to glow a darkish magenta.

Hastur smiles at Trixie. "I would gladly assist you in bringing them down, but... they are strong. Their god powers them, so that he may return to this world in full strength. I could not take them alone. I believe we would need several, if not all, PDF members to bring them down."

Trixie scoffs again, her tail flicking "With 'parents' like that, Trixie finds it hard to believe you weren't adopted." she begins launching ice spikes at the dummy she already beheaded, the spikes hitting one after the other in any open space on the creature, before they all explode simultaneously, the mare huffing as the glow on her horn fades "I'm certain Trixie could keep them busy."

Hastur smiles and walks up to Trixie, kneeling to be at her level. "I'm sure you could. Your great and powerful magic made them actually respond. They usually just fade away, but you made them stike the shards down." He smiles and wraps his arms around Trixie's neck, hugging her. "Thank you, Trixie. Many would have called me a monster, chased me away. You actually want to help me. You're a great friend."

Trixie scoffs as she blushes "Oh... kn-knock it off with the sap already. Trixie just would rather not lose a useful associate such as yourself is all." despite her words, she neither moves closer nor away from the hug.

Hastur smirks and chuckles, giving one final squeeze before releasing Trixie from the hug. "Uh-huh. So, you would go to the lengths of fighting powerful cultists who worship an eldritch god and are imbued with much of his power, who are trying to turn their child into the mentioned eldritch god, for anyone, huh?"

Trixie coughs lightly "Well, of course not." her hat floats out from beneath her cloak to settle firmly on top of her head "Not everyone is useful to The Great and Powerful Trixie." she harums and walks towards the door out of the training room.

Hastur chuckles and nods, following Trixie out of the room. "I suppose that's true, Trixie."