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do people not dislike him? He's a pretty bad guy, even as a ghost.
Because he thought Giotto/Primo was too soft and idealistic?
I thought Daemon's issues are basically "The only things that matter are ruthlessness and strength" but IDK either.
Um...yeah sorry but I don't know how to interact with a post that takes the form of a babbling, overly-verbose stream of consciousness and I'm also really uncomfortable dealing with your Master's 'non-personality' as well as having a Servant who you summed up as 'a water-obsessed frat-house president'. I don't want to drop out and I don't plan to but I just can't play with you at all.
Not sure how 'Secretly lonely' leads to being another Daemon though.
right, wound up posting a quick reaction to stuff.

Prospero's motivations have everything to do with his own self-interest and revenge and not loneliness at all, yup.
Prospero's cheery mood didn't skip a beat as Naoto came downstairs and reacted with irritation to his presence while insisting Prospero not call him 'Nao-kun'. Instead he put on his sunniest and sincere attitude in response.

"Whatever you say, Naoto-nii!" There was no sense staying at the future Boss's house if he didn't get the chance to tease him at least a little bit. At least not when all of his reactions up until now had been surprising and interesting enough. The fork Prospero had been playing with and an accompanying knife both appeared in his hands and he started in on the omelet as Naoto's mother explained that he was staying here from now on. Naoto seemed to take the news a lot better than the young Magician had expected, though Prospero personally hadn't thought of practicing tricks around the house before now and he had no idea what kind of trick would require the use of a bathroom. The idea actually seemed kind of interesting...

Prospero let Naoto get up and leave without a word and continued eating his breakfast while still humming cheerfully. It certainly felt a lot less coldly manufactured than a hotel breakfast, and it was absolutely better than the few disastrous occasions when he had tried to cook for himself. How he'd wished he could have made that mess disappear! After he finished eating he stood up and stepped back suddenly then swirled and flourished the blanket he'd wrapped himself in so that it obscured him from view and tossed it down, revealing himself now dressed in a similar outfit to the one he'd worn the other day. He found himself having to resist the urge to give a fancy stage bow. "Thanks very much for the meal! I'll go make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble today!"

With luck Prospero would head out a little ways behind Naoto and be able to trail him without being seen. All of his efforts so far would be wasted if some Mafiosi with a grudge and knowledge of the future 11th boss decided to try and do something dumb, so that was clearly the sole and only motivation the orphan magician needed to follow Naoto around.
Morito moved quickly to pull the red-headed girl who'd been following him out of the way of the imminent explosions and battling. The martial artist girl seemed to be in some sort of...traumatized cat-trance and looked about close to snapping under the stress of it. The mercenary had seen berserker rages and breakdowns of all kinds before, so he decided to act as fast as possible to halt this one before the obviously durable girl got herself hurt for real regardless. He grabbed Ranma by the shirt and attempted to half-haul half-throw her out of the way while hurling himself aside along with her to try and avoid both the dragon's pouncing attack and yet another concussive explosion from the flying girls above them.

Figuring that the cat-fearing girl's freaked out state would persist after being removed from the immediate presence of the panther-dragon, he threw a few of the spikes he'd retrieved earlier to attempt to pin Ranma to a tree by her clothes as they both flew through the air, confident as he was in his skill at knife-throwing and hoping he wouldn't have to otherwise physically restrain her. He hit the ground and rolled, coming up as he did with another set of spikes in his hands and closing his eyes. His sight was obviously going to be of limited use against an enemy who could turn invisible, so he turned to his other senses to guide him..

Fortunately, Morito had long ago sharpened his hearing to the limits of human potential. Combined with years of study and discipline, he was able to form a highly accurate mental sonar map using just the noises of the environment and occasional clicks from his tongue, even achieving a sort of X-ray effect if he focused enough. With his 'ELS' skill, while the panther-dragon might be invisible to the eye as long as sound waves still bounced off of it, Morito could see it and fight it.

That is, if those blast-happy girls above him didn't utterly destroy the Nargacuga with Love and Friendship. The mere thought made the seasoned vet shiver.
Okay, managed a short post, hope it's alright.
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