Fantasy The Four Courts: Rise of a New Regime (RP)

[Mystics Apprentice]

The Grand Cathedral: Sanctus Heights

The sky was tinged with a faint lavender hue, the early signs of dawn on the horizon. The city of Sanctus Heights still slept, despite--or, perhaps, because--the damage that had been brought only several days prior. The capital of Regalia went from a prosperous city to one of death and decay within a mere twelve hours. Smoke still hung thick in the air from the aftermath of the fires, brought on by none other than an automaton gone rogue, the reason remaining unclear. One thing was, however: thousands perished that night, resulting in families that would never be the same.

The people need answers. The victims' families need closure. Some of you will undoubtedly be deciding to stay, dedicating your mage training to work in the preservation of the city and finding out who was behind this tragedy. Perhaps more importantly: ensuring this event was not about to be repeated.

The rest of you have decided to accompany your maesters, maestra, and the high priestess as she prepares for a summit down south in the very heart of Vivifica. A plea for Aislinn Nosferi to discontinue the harvesting of raw mana--commonly known as the illegal substance of Itika--went ignored, and now the Vivifican Maestra continues to pursue her dark interest in an abominable evil. The elders overseeing the four courts and counseling the thirteenth high priestess, Mabel Arrowney, deemed it necessary to send an entourage to the Vivifica court with a message: abide by the law, or pay the ultimate price in blood. This will be the first time that Mabel has left the confines of her home in Sanctus Heights, and the mages will both protect her and guide her on this journey.

A handful of hours remain before you are bound to set off in carriages heading south. Perhaps you are still asleep, or perhaps you never slept, instead wandering the cathedral or palace in pursuit of some solace, companionship, or merely answers. Or perhaps you just awoke, preparing for the journey that is soon to commence. Whatever the case may be, a permanent shift has occurred, and it seems implausible that things can ever go back to the way they once were.

The Viridian Villa: Sanctus Heights

The bounty hunters had much more than food and travel to think over that past night. After a disturbing visit from a seemingly harmless man named Vaike, they were proffered riches unimaginable if they completed one job: abduct the high priestess. Such was blasphemous, unthinkable, punishable to the utmost degree, and yet the bounty hunters found themselves considering it.

"It's for the good of Regalia," Vaike had said seriously the night previously, dark eyes riveting, wine glass full and untouched at his place at the villa's banquet table. "Most people wouldn't understand my motives, and, even if they did, they wouldn't believe me. I just need backup."

Before he had left the night previously, he had tucked a slip of paper into the front pocket of Arno's shirt. "You can find me here, at this enclosed location," he had told him. "I'll eagerly await your response, but take your time. I have plenty of it, after all."

 

[Stardustblade358]

Vincent's Post

Arun's Post

Arkane's Post

Yael's Post

The carriages were being prepared. About a dozen or so for the journey to the Vivifica Court. A few days prior they were all coming together to discuss it. Now after such a violent attack on the city with no culprit in sight, they had to divide themselves and conquer, sort to speak. Strong horses that would take them far. Some even undead, courtesy of the Umbra Court. Enough provisions to last them for the journey. It was more than just a diplomatic mission. It was an escort mission as well. The priestess, young and never having left the city in itself would be going to one of her most important missions of her life escorted by some of the most dangerous mages across the courts, into unknown territory.

Vincent S. Watson

Ignis Court Member

LOCATION | Sanctus Heights: Departure


Vincent barely slept. He found himself unable to think away from the automaton, and what had happened in regards to the attack. He searched through notes, written statements, and interviews of witnesses that had been collected in the days following the attack. It was obviously controlled by someone. Initial investigations revealed that there was a symbol on it that he could not recognize. Best guess was that it was rune that served as an activation sygil for the automaton to do what it did. The questions that followed were; who did it? How did they activate it? What was the trigger? Why? Was it a coincidence that the Court Mages had arrived when it activated, or was it planned from the start? He rubbed his eyes as the sun was rising. It was time for most of the mages to get ready for departure. Not him, however. For one, even as a member of the Court of Ignis he was not a mage. He had fought tooth and nail to maintain his seat, but this mission required the best of the best. Should anything happen...he could not drag them behind. Besides. This city would need his services. I need to find out who set this city into ruin. He would wash up, grab himself some coffee, and head downstairs to where the carriages were. He would have to see how many people they had to work with within the city for this following investigation.

Arun Roshan

Ignis Court Mage

LOCATION | Sanctus Heights: Departure


Arun opened his eyes after 8 full hours. His wounds had healed, and any wear and tear had been fixed. He did not need to eat or drink. But he still did to blend in. He waited for the sun to rise, watching the city as even then cries still carried in the ashes that rained. Arun had decided that he would remain in the city, unless ordered otherwise. His abilities in earth manipulation would mean that he was one of the best qualified to remain behind and help with the reconstruction efforts. From touching the walls with his bare hands he could sense the entire building. People walking, getting up, preparing. The world kept turning. So would he. He dressed in his armor as usual, and headed downstairs. He decided he would not eat to blend in today. Most people seemed to have lost their appetite, anyways.

Arkane Gravemore

Umbra Court Mage

LOCATION | Sanctus Heights: Departure

Flashback | Sanctus Heights: The Night Of The Attack

Rescues were still on the way. People trapped within the rubbles of the once proud city as time was of the essence. Summoned creatures were used as labor to push away debris and carry people. Umbra, surprisingly, would be of great use for first aid should the time needed. To learn of death, they had to learn of life, and that included accessing injuries and wounds. Arkane's summons worked around the clock, unable to tire with no need to rest. They carried civilians out of danger into the hands of healers, cleared the streets of debris, but most importantly as a member of Umbra; he attempted to locate the living and separate them from the dead. To sense the soul within the body was a peculiar study. Requiring fields of magic and concentration. But it was enough. As long as the soul remained within the body itself, he could pinpoint within the debris, and send his minions to their aid. The monsters that would usually make people cower in fear were actively saving lives. The smell of decay from current bodies merely mixed with the embalmed ones of his summons. And it went perfectly fine; until it didn't.

"You are of Umbra?!" The voice was of a desperate woman who approached. In her arms a small body lay, covered in dust and dried blood as she rushed straight to the mage. "Is it true?! You can resuscitate the dead?!" She asked, quickly shoving her child into Arkane's arms. "Please! I will give you everything I have left! Please revive my child!" She screamed, tears still streaming even after her cheeks had long dried. Arkane was tense. It was not the first time this misconception had happened. But it was the first time someone had come up with the idea in the middle of this mess, and it showed. Eyes were on him, and he raised his hands to gently move some hair away from the corpse.

"I am sorry. But she has long passed." Arkane explained, to the point. No sugarcoating reality. "The court of Umbra deals with the afterlife. It cannot bring back the dead to how they were once were." He gestured to his own servant corpse. "It is merely a shadow of who they once were, reanimated like an automaton using steam. Your daughter is long gone, and cannot be brought back to this world in safe and respectful manner. I am sorry." He had to answer this question prior. They were not miracle workers. They merely uncovered the mysteries after death, in order to help the living. What he did not expect was for the woman to take a step forward again.

"Then please do that!" She asked, and Arkane's eyes widened. "Please! Bring back my daughter...even if she is not the same! I just need her back! Please! She's my baby girl! Please!" The woman begged, shoving the body further into Arkane, who had to take a step back to avoid being handed it over.

"You do not understand what you are asking-" But the panic had settled.

"Can you do that for my mother as well?!"

"My husband! I need to say goodbye to my husband!"

"Can you communicate with the dead?! Can we say goodbyes?!"

It was becoming too much, Arkane being surrounded and backed into a nearby wall. Everyone was so desperate, so full of grief and despair that they were not being rational. But who could be rational when you had nothing to lose left? "I cannot just bring back a corpse. That is not how it works!" They had no idea of the upkeep, the need for them, what was required. How if one didn't properly prepare the body with the extensive process they would just have a rotten shell that would be feeding insects for weeks. As his back hit the wall, his own corpse stood between him and the others, raising his fists. "Qin, down." Arkane ordered. He was getting a headache. "That is ENOUGH!" He yelled, his voice roaring as the people finally became silent.

"I cannot bring your loved ones back from the dead! We cannot make miracles!" He yelled. "If they have died, they are gone! Their souls cannot be brought back to their previous, or any body! To bring back their corpses is not what you think it is, and I refuse to desecrate any body for your guilt!" He yelled, pointing at everyone. "Please...grieve. But accept that they are gone. The court of Umbra is currently helping search for the living. Not bring back the dead. Unless you are helping with the recovery efforts, back away!" He screamed, his voice echoing in the night. But it was enough. People backed away, giving him space as his own corpse remained vigilant. They could not make miracles. He knew. He had tried.

Morning of the current day

Arkane was in his room. He woke up early to prepare his deck of cards. While he wrote down the spells in a special ink, his servant corpse would be brushing his long hair in front of the given vanity. Arkane had long decided that he was going to join the group heading to Vivifica Court. He was going there and give them a piece of his own damn mind. "Can you believe them?" There were already rumors, just rumors, that Vivifica Mages had to do with the automaton. And honestly? Arkane would not put it past them considering how the meeting went. The corpse did not say a word. Not that he ever did. Arkane finished allowing the cards to dry, sliding them into the leather pouch before looking up at the mirror. "Alright that is enough. The ribbon." Arkane ordered. The corpse settled down the ivory comb and picked up the old, faded red silk ribbon that was then tied to his hair in the shape of a loose bow. "...I wish you could give me advice like you used to." He whispered. But there was no response. Arkane stood up, already dressed as his corpse would be carrying his luggage. "We are bringing in a naive little priestess, too. We have our work cut out for us." He did not blame the girl, though. She was just dealing with the cards given. Arkane stepped outside of his room, his corpse already bringing his luggage to the carriage as his undead dog Hector followed with a wagging tail.

Yael

The Wandering Shapeshifter

LOCATION | Sanctus Heights: Departure[/div]


Yael had decided to leave Jynn alone. It would be creepy enough to watch him sleep. Instead he relaxed outside, watching the carriages being prepared. He laid on the block fence in the shape of a cat, his tail wagging back and forth in anticipation. He yawned. Once Jynn showed up he would pounce on him. For now he'd let the kid rest and prepare.

 

[Heartland]

Luka of Somnum ~ Within The Boundaries of Her Temporary Room ~

Unlike the other mages, many of which likely slept poorly with the thoughts of the attack on Sanctus Heights and the events of the Grand Meeting on the surfaces of their mind, Luka, ever lofty in thought as she was, slept soundly. She viewed a disruption of her sleep as pointless and a waste of energy. Despite this demeanor she truely did wish a similarly restful night to her fellows of the Somnum Court.

As daylight struck, Luka would be out of bed, primmed and in fresh and authoritive travel clothing before the sun could wish the moon goodbye. Her axe, doubling as a sort of rod, was rested on the back of her hip, a pair of jewels hung from her wrist humming full of magic. Lastly a bow was tied to hold up her hair. The bow was just as pristine and cared for as her uniform. Luka then slung a small bag over her shoulder and proceeded out the door. She had to maintain appearances so she made her way to the dedicated meeting place, taking note of the destruction along the way.

Her eyes did survey and seek to sift through the rubble for any residue of magic she could pick up and study. Mighty as she may be, Luka had very little knowledge in the ways of the world outside of Somnum and her curiosity was taking hold of her mind. This desire to learn slowed her march towards the meeting place, likely a benefit to herself, till she had fully stopped. Her hands now idling over some stones that had scorchmarks from the mechanical dragon attack from earlier this week. She would, if sought for, be found kneeling before these stones. Sifting through and turning them in her hands. Luckily Luka had plenty of time before the meeting, though that would change if left alone for too long.

Aquilla of Ignis ~ Discharged from the Infirmary the Morning Of ~

Aquilla had little choice but to sleep. Her wounds were healing quicker thanks to the healing crystal given to her by her Ex-Maestra. Their conversation still lingered in her mind. A residual fact from the conversation rang out in the deficient mage's mind. It was that she had failed, and while the Maestra could attempt to comfort her and tell her it was not her fault, Aquilla could not accept that. It wasnt the Maestra's fault that she hadnt the power to be a mage of Somnum, nor was it her fault that her family had a standard for mages that Aquilla could not uphold. Perhaps it wasnt even a matter that she couldnt be a mage of somnum... Perhaps its was moreso the fact that if she was, she would have had to endure the torment of familia ties. Maybe that was why she had left? However Aquilla could not hold onto her thoughts much longer as sleep took her.

She was later discharged in the morning having thankfully recovered. She redressed in her usual attire. A uniform clad in soft navy, her short, black leggings to protect her legs from the harshness of Ignan weather (Not that it helped her much here). She chose not to wear her cape as she had heard word of the courts plans and knew she would only slow them down. Instead she would do her best to help here, in Sanctus Heights, while she continued to recover. She left unarmed, looking more civilian than mage at this point as she left with a drink in had and, unannounced to herself, a rather solemn expression across her face as she made her way towards the carriages to, with luck, socialize and normalize herself with the others.

 

[Xion136]

THE SANCTUS TIMES

ARCHAMGUS OF LIGHT ATTEMPTS ASSASSINATION

"You can be placed in the graves you are stepping into."​

The Hearing regarding the fate of the Court of Vivifica ended abruptly when the often claimed to be altrusitic Archmagus of Light, Zion de Wynter, interrupted the proceedings with a mad declaration of zealotry towards the rogue Maestra, Aislinn Nosferi. Displaying weapons against the Council and the gathered mages, the Grand Cathedral's guards were forced to wait until her attention was taken before rushing in. After a fierce battle between the guards and the Archmagus, which left ten brave men dead and the noble Pali Nortier of Umbra wounded, she violently escaped the Grand Cathedral leaving chaos in her wake. A manhunt was launched, but guards saw the powerful mage escaping on her infamous Dawnwings towards her Court. The Council had just declared arrest of Rogue Maestra Aislinn Nosferi and her followers, and has gathered a delegation headed by the pious High Priestess Mabel, the elegant Maestra Thera Nero Leviathan of Somnum, the loud and brash Maester Daruk Mortem of Ignis, and the mysterious and powerful Maester Gerik Lockford of Umbra. Bolstered by the most powerful mages Regalia has ever seen, it is but a matter of time until the rebellious court of Vivifica is brought back into just hands and once again a part of our blessed society.
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Carlton's Cabbage Cart destroyed again​

Poor Carlton of Carlton's Cabbage Cart has once again been struck with disaster as his beloved cabbage cart was reduced to cinders following the devastating attack on Sanctus Heights. The cabbage cart, rebuilt so many times that many people joke on if it was ever the original cart anymore, was reduced to literal ash by the attack - along with most of his cabbage product. Locals have begun a fundraiser by advertising "Cabbage Coins!" that can be redeemed for cabbages once he has bought a new cart and received fresh product. Many locals expressed their hope for his speedy business recovery, while others question why he hasn't decided on a safer method of business, such as a storefront, or health insurance.

SANCTUS HEIGHTS RECOVERS​

Followig the terrible attack on Sanctus Heights by the automaton dragon, the Council has begun relief efforts bolstered by the delegations of Ignis, Umbra, and Somnum. The three Courts, in the city for the Vivifica Hearing at the Grand Cathedral, were instrumental in the defense of the city against the mechanical menace. Many of the Court of Ignis stood tall and defended us against the automaton without a second thought to their own lives, leading to its destruction at their hands despite many injuries. With the city still reeling, many mages of Somnum have continued to assist after the last fires died with healing and crowd control, leading to the prevention of further loss of life.

Zion de Wynter​

Court of Vivifica
Location - Grand Cathedral, The Day Before

Sovereign of the Coming Dawn​

The Declaration of the Council

Nervously Mabel glanced toward one of the elders, the one who had once been sleeping in his chair. Something seemed to flicker in his face, giving a firm nod before Mabel continued. "From hereon out, I denounce Aislinn Nosferi as the maestra of Vivifica, and I wish to rejoin ties with those of Vivifica willing to embrace our traditions once more. Seeing as few attended this council, I fear that I already know which position they choose to stand, and where their loyalties truly lie between the Four Courts and their maestra. Therefore, I have a request to make of you"–she glanced toward Nero, Gerik, and Daruk, bowing her head lowly in respect for each before raising her staff and gesturing toward the other mages–"of all of you: seek Aislinn Nosferi, and bring her before I and the elders. Should she come unwillingly, I give my permission to use any means necessary, even if it results in her death."

She turned once more to the four elders, in addition to the three leaders of the present courts. "O' noble maesters, maestra, and wise elders! Would any of you have anything to share before I invite the mages to speak, should they wish it?"

One of the elders rose, his long white beard shifting and revealing an intricate chain which he wore around his neck. "O' mages," he spoke, voice surprisingly deep and strong given his apparent age. "Aislinn Nosferi is not one of us. Do not feel that you are betraying your vows to your court and us, should you seek to do her harm. She is the one who has betrayed our trust, and has abused her privilege as head of Vivifica. Surely you understand."

"This Nosferi must be stopped before she taints her mages, if it is not too late," another piped.

"If other mages try to aid her, try to reason with them, but if no reasoning can be heard and they will not comply to arrest, you will have to do away with them. All of them," The first elder finished, a tone of cold finality in his voice. All the while Mabel had her head bowed low, gaze to the floor, expression as blank as a canvas.

The floor was open. Maesters and Maestra, Mages. They all could speak, could ask questions. And deep down, this felt like a clear and present danger. A betrayal. It felt deep within her soul. She told Aislinn that she would protect life. She trusted her. Even if the path was against praxis and principle, even if she still had no proof - she could not stand by with such words spoken so violently, so cruelly, so coldly. The black cloak she had obfuscated her form with fluttered as she stood, stepping ever forward. Guards moved, but in the time between the seconds hexagonal shields of light surrounded them, trapping them. The cloak was torn from her form, fluttering to the ground as her radiant form began to rise on her own shield, looking at Mabel. There were no weapons, no points of violent light. There were only the eyes of a mother, a Magus, an Archmagus…a person. A person who came here with the intent of open dialogue, but now who had been inundated with accusations, arrested, blame and bedraggled. Yet she had made it to the Hearing, and now here the Council was…declaring the allowance of execution of anyone who didn’t bow…to Sanctus Heights. To the people of the Council, her gaze was the blazing sun on a summer day, burning and merciless.
To High Priestess Mabel, it was the sun on a cold day. A mother’s sorrow at the position she was in, a mother’s sadness at her having no one here to stand up for her, a mother’s rage at her being used as a mouthpiece until finally the cowards deigned themselves to speak.

“I am Zion de Wynter, Archamgus of Light. I am known throughout my Court and the land as a Healer, an altruist. I care not for status, for creed. I only seek to see the sick made well, the broken mended, the blind see and the deaf hear. I came to defend my court to the best of my abilities, with full willingness to stand for them and defend Aislinn Nosferi. But it is clear from how quickly this Hearing proceeded along that this was nothing more than a formality. You, who saw fit to imprison myself and Jynn on circumstantial evidence and baseless accusations based on the words of common thieves. Who saw us save lives at greatest of risk to ourselves.. You, who forced High Priestess Mabel to declare the acceptable death of a Maestra. You, who finally had the gall to declare all who stands against the might of the Council as acceptable losses. Pray tell me, Council - Elder, Priestess - who do you give the knife to? You give it to the mages behind me. Their Maestra and Maesters, declaring them as your sword and spear and axe. Because we had the temerity to go against tradition.
It is abundantly clear to me that this Council - and maybe even the High Priestess - values tradition more than life. How shall we ever know? Mabel is but a mouthpiece for this Council. She is little more than a gilded bird and they the black bars of a cage they are willing to crush anyone who threatens them with. So tell me. Tell me, Courts three! Which of you would be willing to throw tradition aside as a feast for the crows if it meant the preservation of lives? We would. We love humanity, the beasts of the land and sky, the fish of the sea and all in between. We value life beyond measure, we value each person here - be you from these torn streets to the farthest village nestled in the wilds.” Her eyes flared gold, staring now at Mabel. “I stand with my Maestra not because I have unwavering, endless faith in a fallible person. I now stand with her because if I do not - then should this succeed, the precedent is clear. Anyone who stands against this holy council is sentenced to execution should we deny capitulation. But this is where we of Vivifica shall set ourselves apart.

I do not seek the death of you, High Priestess, as your Elders do. As you cleary do. I shall stand with my Maestra, as not because I find myself a zealous follower, but because I will protect all life…be it the mages who shall come for my Court, or my Maestra. Even if I must stand against three courts, against my own flesh and blood, I will stand. To hell with your self-serving traditions, to hell with your rules, to hell with your politics. Vivifica is beholden only to our overwhelming love of life. Your traditions can be placed in the graves you are but one step from falling into.” She closed her eyes. “If the world caught fire, if the tides rose as a tsunami, as the moon falls and sun grows dark…as the light fades…you would be the first to toss tradition aside to save your own life. All you care for is power and position. I can only pray that when your corruption comes to the surface that those who remain see you begging for salvation, begging for a savior…and that those who you would beg to be your messiahs tell you no.”
She turned.The sound of armor and boots began to echo. She did not have time to argue. She couldn’t stay. She had to warn Vivifica, she had to warn Aislinn.
But.
“You are expendable to the Elders, Mabel. Do not think you are safe. If Aislinn is not…then you never were.”
The guards were there. People were moving. Pali was standing. She leaped, wings out. Her shields formed, intercepting any aggression before she shot through the door and skidded to a stop, before abandoning her favorite heels and running.
Pali was faster.
But her mastery of Light was stronger.

And soon, Zion was skyward, dwindling away into the sky as she made her way towards her Court.
“Oh Clary…please…don’t become their loveless knife.”


The Present Day

Eclaire de Wynter
Court of Umbra
Location - Umbra Quarters, Sanctus Heights

The Once and Future Hero​

Eclaire's eyes peeled open. Mela felt...less round. Less rotund. Less...fluffy. She groaned softly against the light creeping between the curtains as she looked down, pressing her face between Mela's massive ears.
Lavender.
...wait.
Eclaire fully opened her eyes. This wasn't her stuffed animal, her Melangell. This was a person.
The events of the previous day flooded back into her mind. The Hearing. Her own mother, standing tall like the last vestiges of sundown against the encroaching night. Her own throat, caught. Her voice, long dead. She could only cast her eyes away in self-preserving fear as the guards rushed in. Why did her weapons seem different? Why would she draw them. She never would have, not in such a way. But that was not the current pressing issue. The current, pressing issue was - in fact - she was hugging a person, and not a stuffed animal. She did not remember getting this close to Elle...? Her hands unclenched, arms loosening. As she drew back, it clicked finally. Fyenne. Fyenne must have snuck in and clung to her as she slept, and Eclaire couldn't blame her. She slowly extricated herself and sat up, hand brushing through Fyenne's hair. She had saved the girl during the Battle of Big Bridge, and after she had gotten to the city had put her in the infirmary. The girl was malnourished, abused. She had been feverish, muttering "Rowena" for hours. Eclaire gently pressed the back of her hand to Fyenne's.
Thank the gods, her forehead was cool. Just a little warm from their shared body heat. Eclaire's flushed deeply. Usually, Eclaire dressed down for bed. She actually barely wore a shirt right now, which meant her cheeks were no longer the color of her hair, but of the red of sunrise. She fought down an embarrassed sound and as carefully as possibly escaped the young girl. She would, though, replace her body with Mela's massive and soft form, so Fyenne wasn't left alone. She slid from the bed and sighed. Eclaire needed a bath first, then she could get dressed. Departure would be soon...she couldn't really soak. She held her hand out, just...thinking. She shook her head and moved forward.

Soon she returned to the room, smelling of strawberries. Clad in her Umbra uniform - black, black, and some grey and silver, how typical of Umbra - she tapped her shoes against the ground a few times to get them to sit properly before her eyes fell on the bed, already prepared in case Fyenne tried to tackle her.
Not that she would mind. She just didn't want to stumble down and fall.

Kagura Sumeragi
Court of Umbra
Location - Somnum Quarters -> Carriage Station, Sanctus Heights

The Princess Who Wishes to Be​

Kagura had awoken early. He wanted to help prepare, and not miss the chance to see his Court - and especially Professor Nero - off. Deep down Kaga wanted to go to Vivifica with Thea Nero, but...the city needed help. Lives changed, lives forever changed. Nothing could fix that. Kaga knew that he could, though, help ease their burden. The burden of grief and sorrow...he could soothe and assist. He could help them get through this tragedy with rain and dance, not through going to Vivifica...where they had the permission to do whatever was necessary. Kagura Sumeragi looked out across the city before hurrying downstairs, veils flowing behind him like the rivers of Regalia.
He didn't feel he had it in him to do that...even if they broke such a sacred law.
Tradition...
He paused on the street, looking to the sky.
"...would you care for tradition if it meant standing by as calamity approached, Kaya?" He asked the sky, wishing his twin could hear him. But she was in Somnum, and he was here. Shaking his head, Kagura quickly hurried off and headed for the carriages to assist in preparing them.

Makoto Shinra
Court of Ignis
Location - Ignis Quarters, the bed of Henry Heid -> Looking for Henry Heid, Sanctus Heights

The Future Mrs. Henry Heid​

Aetherfont [ x ]

The bed was empty.
Makoto looked at the empty spot. She reached out, feeling it. Again...she couldn't help him again. Sitting up, she looked up the sky as the sunlight poured over her through the half-closed curtains. She looked at the spot on the ceiling, the nick in the wood that she could feel Henry would have stared at. She slid out of bed and grabbed her bag, going to shower. He would be doing anything to keep himself busy...just like always.
That's why she sometimes cursed her hair. Drying it was always a test of patience for her. She should get Henry to dry it with his magic. Yeah, that would be nice. She could do the same for him one day...she didn't only use blast magic after all.

She was packed and ready soon after. Sighing softly to herself, she hurried off. Jogging the entire way, Makoto headed towards the carriages, eyes like hawks. She was going to find that idiot and make sure he wasn't about to collapse...
"Idiot..." She mumbled. Makoto wasn't referring to Henry...but to herself. Her legs carried her faster, faster forward, and towards her best friend.

 

[Endless Thundaza]

Jynn Venas (Vivifica) ~ Sanctus Heights Departure

(Dual post with Star and I. Teal for Jynn, and light purple for Star)

Jynn had a difficult time sleeping during the night, constantly thinking about the consequences if Maestra Aislinn did not obey the wishes of the Elders. Was seeking an audience here a wise idea? No, he mustn’t dwell on these thoughts, after all, the Elders would’ve probably made the same decision if he didn’t show up, so knowing this could possibly save a lot of innocent Vivifican mages. Still, bloodshed was absolutely unnecessary, even if Aislinn refuses to stop the collection of Itika, and it gave Jynn a bad impression on the supposed “leaders” of the courts. Nevertheless, Jynn steps outside and makes his way to the carriages, where his horse, Mel, was being tacked up to a carriage.

Yael lifted his head at the scent of a familiar young man. The cat glanced up to watch Jynn approach his horse. Perfect. He was waiting on interrogating him. The cat would jump off the stone wall, transforming mid fall into a small black bird that flew across the air before landing right on Jynn's shoulder. "Do you have a plan, little pariah?" Yael asked in his bird form, hopping up and down on his shoulder as he got comfortable. Once they arrived to where Mel was, Yael flew to Mel and landed on his back, turning into a black ferret. "If beloved little Aislinn does not comply is one thing. But if the rest of the mages are willing to fight and die for their Maestra...is there a way to save them from themselves?" He asked, the smirk always hidden behind the eyes regardless what shape he took.

Jynn was slightly caught off guard when Yeal jumps on his shoulder, but doesn’t give any indication of it. As Yeal perches on Mel’s back, Jynn pauses. “Read my mind already huh? Very perceptive.” He takes a long sigh. “I would hope the presence of the other Maesters would at least pressure her into talking and confessing in a peaceful manner… I highly doubt she would instruct my fellow mages to show aggression first thing. That is not our way.”

“The Elders have a flawed judgment. They seem like they are only bothered that she is collecting Itika, not why. Aislinn is not someone who does things without reason.” He looks away, placing a hand on Mel’s shoulder. “Maybe this is a stupid idea… Especially now that I got Mab… sorry, the High Priestess involved. But what other choice did I have?”

Yael listened. "I have lived on this earth for a long time. Ignorance is bliss. Loyalty can be blinding. While your beloved maestra may not result to violence, her students and followers may in order to protect the one person they look up to." Yael explained, relaxing against Mel. "Currently the Elders are concerned over the Itika consumption. You, as part of the court of Vivifica, should have some inside on that why Jynn...but you do not, do you?" He shrugged, which was comical as a ferret shape. "Regardless the priestess would have been involved. She is the all mighty authority. If someone is meant to go face to face with Aislinn besides the other Maesters, it is the one neutral figure of authority with no loyalty to any court."

“No… I do not. She refuses to tell me.” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before turning back to Yeal at the mention of Mabel. “I don’t know about ‘all mighty authority’. It seems as though the Elders have a leash on her, meaning she is not that figure. But regardless, I hope maybe she will encourage Aislinn to confess. Maybe…” What’s done is done, and there was no turning back. He raises a hand, summoning a wooden staff passed down to him by the previous Vivifican Maestra, Lillian. He looks at the mystical weapon. “There are days where I wish I knew my mother would do…”

Yael yawned. "Well leashed or not, this is the chance for her to be outside the leash range. She will be away from this city, under the guardianship of the courts. With you. Here is your chance to show her the taste of free will. Become that figure all on her own." Yael smirked. He jumped down from Mel, transforming into his humanoid shape. With his heels he stood taller than Jynn, but it was hard to compete with his horns. "You can request an Umbra Court member to speak with the dead, ask for advice. But that is all the dead can give, Jynn. Advice." He raised a hand and poked his forehead. "You have a few days of travel to figure out your strategy from within your own court. The actions that you shall do as Jynn of the Vivifica court, the one who seeks to save it from self destruction."

Jynn didn’t really react much to Yael’s tone. Even though he met the shapeshifter yesterday, Jynn could tell this was just who he is. A slight smile creeps on his face. “You certainly know how to keep me on my toes, don’t you?” He holds his staff to his side. “Even if I am having second guesses doing this, something deep inside tells me I am where I need to be.”

Yael smirked. "Heh." He waved a hand, walking around him as his tail followed, ears flickering at the cold air of the morning. "Then there is little to discuss other than you to plan your future ahead." He winked, placing a hand on his shoulder and transforming into a ferret, wrapping himself against his neck. "Now...do you have any food? No meat!"

Jynn pulled two apples from his pocket, one for Mel, and one for Yael. Jynn gave his horse an apple, to which he downs it with several satisfied crunches. He then hands the second apple to Yael. “Knock yourself out. They had a whole assortment out for grabs. I hope this is okay?”

Yael took the apple happily and began to eat it up like a hungry hippo. All Jynn could hear was the tat tat tat of his teeth ripping into the apple and chewing. "This is more than ok. I should grab more before we leave. It shall be a long journey and this magic of mine is exhausting!" He yawned. It was true. Every single moment of the day, he was eternally hungry. It was the price to pay for his magic.

 

[Scrapmaster]

- Henry - The Blazing Dawn of Ignis - The Previous day -

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He never quite liked these gatherings, not because they weren't needed or because they wasted time, but because he was never one to stand down and not speak when he thought he should, and he didn't feel too comfortable being amidst hundreds of others, mages of all types of renown, and the anxiety of trying not to make a fool of himself, but hew as fine, he had Daruk there, he had his other friends, especially Makoto. Henry loved a proper debate here and there but this was anything but.

The inevitable topic of Vivifica reared it's head, now Henry didn't know much about what was going on other than Itika being gathered by the court, which to him was... not exactly a surprise? The Four Courts are always dealing with something or the other, that other courts might sour upon, but isn't that just how it is? Everyone has skeletons in their closets... Everyone. be it men, woman, or governmental body. The Elders must be no different, but fine. 'Someone has to be the scapegoat' He thought to himself, a convenient excuse for such a convocation and surely to throw blame at a court, because someone has to take the blame for something. And considering the recent train explosion and the arrest of two Vivifican mages.. well, doesn't bode well. Not for him.

And then the actual speech came, and as he thought Vivifica was called, but it was much more than that... much worse than he imagined, not only were they proclaimed almost villains and criminals, but the executive order, from the very elders themselves through the High Priestess, an innocent girl as far as he was concerned, not only born into the job but also extremely sheltered. The orders were absolute, the vivifican Maestra was to be brought towards the court, by force if needed, and any mages that dare stand against such act are to be forced down or... killed as well? Immediately as the speech was midway Henry's chest tightened, disgust mixed with rage, with sheer indignation welled up to an ultimatum at the end. He stood up, eyes flaring from his usual blue into a golden color in his irises, he was going to speak against it, damn it all. "I-" He began, only for Zion to arrive and give her own speech, this in turn allowed him to calm down and not act out in emotion, but he stood upright. Listening to what she had to say. He almost wanted to jump in the middle and prevent any fighting from happening but luckily she flew off, to warn her court. Good for her.

Henry would go, he would go to Vivifica, even if he had to go against orders, but luckily he did not need to. as he was an Heir he was granted special privileges some did not. One of those having first serve of a spot on the carriages... he'd take it, and he'd bring Makoto with him, goodness know what would happen if she were to be left alone. But now he had somewhere to be.



- The Present Day-

Henry did not sleep at all, he didn't try... he sat in his bed for a total of an hour contemplating how he wasn't able to help as many as he rightfully should have, he took a nasty blow from the Automaton as he jumped in the way to save a little girl who was caught in the way, he saved her but it landed him launched into a stone wall, which broke on impact... But he was fine, a dislocated shoulder hardly mattered, people were in danger. He assisted in landing one of the finishing blows onto the automaton as he used his augmented strength and magic to rip off it's tail and slam it into the beast alongside the other mages's own attacks. Still... he couldn't forget the faces, of the terrified civilians who looked at him, not as a hero or a respected mage... no, the eyes of someone in fear, fearing for their lives... and the few dead there were... haunted him more than he would let anyone know. How could he sleep knowing he failed to protect the civilians? How could he relax while relief efforts were being carried out? No.

Henry at the very crack of midnight, would have left his quarters and helped with relief efforts, helping people off the rubble, manual labor, tending to wounded, he didn't care to save face. He didn't even care about redeeming the mages's image, no, he only needed to focus on something or else he was never going to relax. So what was the point anyway.

As the dawn came, as it reflected off his body and he took in the warmth that he always enjoyed. Hollow, but it didn't matter, he couldn't show weakness, if the heir of Ignis falls apart what sort of strong image can he put up? nay, he immediately set off to see to it that the carriages were ready, and that everything was set. If anyone came they would noticed that he would have been the very first person to even begin working on the carriages, surprising even the officials in charge of preparing it. He'd put up a happy, kind and brave face as he would do so, inspiring others was one of his skills, lead through actions, not words or platitudes. And that's where he would be, if anyone wanted to see him, or speak to him. He'd gladly greet them.
But he would take solace in the quiet time he had alone to his thoughts.

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- Vlad - The Lurking Shadow of Somnus - About to make someone's morning -

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Stardustblade358

The night would come and go for Vlad, and he wouldn't care. He wasn't able to assist with the automaton's fight, he was much too busy making sure civilians weren't caught in the crossfire, lurking into buildings with his shadow magic to evacuate the children, elderly, and those unable to make it out in time. He was able to at least personally save fifty kids and twenty six elderlies from the whole debacle, seeing to it that they were safe, taken care of, and unharmed, especially the children.

"Save it, take care of her, alright? When she gets better just say a mage saved her, no need for names." Vlad would tell one of the fathers who offered him money as a reward for not only saving his daughter from a building falling, but also giving her a blood transfusion so she wouldn't die from shock from the blood loss. Of course he used his own blood for the act, an action much too easy but nevertheless important.

Similarly he would attempt to make his actions as subtle and unnoticeable as possible, he didn't much care for fame, or popularity, though he wouldn't take it for granted, he merely figured the last thing the people would want is a mage whose body could literally be liquified into shadow jumping from spot to spot. While his fellow mages would be able to relax and sleep, Vlad took pride in doing the work, so they wouldn't have to, even if they wouldn't appreciate it.

Similarly as morning came, Vlad was still making sure others were ok, until it was time to check things, there was a departure soon, Big Lady Thea and Little Miss Luka were going to be heading off, or so he would assume, in carriages towards Vivifica. Truth be told the less spoken about that topic the better, so he would focus solely on what he could do.

Which was find a particularly vulnerable and defenseless mage and give them a right scare.

Vincent would be walking with his coffee until he would hear a strange "splosh" sound, like something just sunk or fell into a small pool of water. He would continue walking and the sound would not repeat but he wouldn't be able to not feel like he was being followed, should he turn around he wouldn't find anything, but when he would turn back he'd seed Vlad, having emerged from his shadow, hands in his pockets, sly sarcastic and easygoing smile on his face as shadowy ink would slide right down from his bodily, not leaving any noticeable stains on clothes or hair. If he did not turn around he would eventually pop up behind him either way in a similar manner.

"Top of the morning and hard at work I see... what? just coffee? not even a sandwich? I'l let you know that the cafeteria for mages here are to die for." He'd ask with a smile and a light chuckle, clearly delighting in the situation. "Vincent right? Name's Vlad, though you can call me Vlad-chan, if you wish, i'm likely your junior from another court." He said with a wink, after all Vlad had only joined last year.

Regardless of how Vincent would respond Vlad would step forward and lean towards him. "My my you look deep in thought... Thinking about the attack?"

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- Richter -The Eternal Learner of Vivifica - Vivifica court gardens -

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The morning would come easily for Richter, he had a specific sleep schedule he always tried to uphold, he had gotten off his pajamas and taken on his scholar clothing, he had several lectures to give today about Alchemy, this time the topic would be about magical reagents and how to best utilized alchemical reactions for magical purposes and making substances that normally would be impossible to do so. Though he hoped to utilize a proper Itika crystal for it, he doubted Aislinn would've allowed it. Then again, the piece lodged in his left eye socket would do nicely.

He would go through his morning routine as normal, he'd sit down in a chair and table in the ever blossoming gardens of Vivifica, the serene landscape of nature and the natural smell of a properly cared for natural ambience would provide him with a much needed relaxing environment, he'd have his coffee and write his notes for the lectures today, though he would be lying if he wasn't uneasy. Just the days prior the Heir of Vivifica, Jynn, and one of the highest standing Mages of the court whose rank rivaled his would head to Sanctus Heights for a gathering. One Richter wholly refused to attend, and would deny even Aislinn from going herself if he had to, he knew this was a trap. But Jynn was his own man, Heir to the previous Maestra, so Richter had very little ground to ask him not to go. Nevertheless he would warn them to be careful as this was not only a trap set to entrap whoever they could of the court. Richter's trademark paranoia sometimes paid off, and he wasn't about to let it go now.

It had been days with no contact with them, then again Vivifica was not in speaking terms with the other courts following Aislinns actions... nevertheless, while he himself wouldn't agree with the lack of communication, if Aislinn wished to gather Itika, so be it, it must have been for a good reason, and that was enough for him, at least for now. He did not like the lack of proper explanations, but nevertheless.

Still... Richter was uneasy, part of him feared for the worst... Maybe he would finish the lectures early today to speak to Aislinn once more, even if it might just be his paranoia... some proper preparations for untimely and uninvited arrivals would likely need to be made. Just in case.

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[RikuXIII]

Spoiler: Midnight Meetings

During the night, Anya Alighieri skulked through Sanctus Heights side streets and alleys to a safe house she had set up with her old contact and friend Shaw. She took her time making her way there, making sure she wasn’t followed. With everything that had happened, she needed answers and Shaw would have them. After a final check to make sure she was unobserved, she opened a door in a back alley and slipped in.
As soon as Anya closed the door, it was covered in a dark field. As she turned, she saw the whole room was encased in dark matter, preventing prying eyes. In the center of the room, Gerik Lockford half sat on a table. Beside the Umbral Maester on the table was a bottle of liquor and two glasses. He raised an eyebrow at Anya, then picked up the bottle and a glass. He focused on the glass a moment, then set it down. He flicked the top off the bottle and took a long drag. After he was done, he offered the bottle to Anya.
“You look like crap, Shaw.” The Phoenix Bearer said, taking the bottle and a seat.
“And here I was about to say you look radiant as ever.” Gerik replied with a chuckle, his voice huskier and bereft of the high class accent he spoke with as maester of the Umbra Court.
“Damn, should have let you lead.” She teased before taking a swig.
Handing back the bottle, Anya’s smile faded.
“How bad does it look?” She asked.
“Bad.” Gerik replied before taking another turn at the bottle. “The whole business with Vivifica stinks. And that was before the incident in the main square. I’ve become aware of a new person of interest named Invidia. He orchestrated an attack on my caravan as we came here.”
He put down the bottle and pulled a package out of his coat.
“Here’s a report I had Micah make up. It will have all the details.”
Anya took the package and tore it open.
“You think this Invidia is involved with the other events?” She asked as she leafed through the reports.
“It can’t be discounted.” Gerik answered, picking up the bottle again. “Too many coincidences not to be suspicious. And with our High Priestess determined to be noble, we may be dancing to an unseen conductor’s tune.”
“If you are this worried, why haven’t you warned the other Maesters?” The Phoenix Bearer asked.
The Umbral Maester fixed her with a long, penetrating stair.
“Oh.” Anya replied, sitting back heavily in her seat.
“That’s why I’m telling you all this.” He continued after another pull from the bottle. “I need people I actually trust primed and ready to act.”
Anya heaved a sigh. Who knew trying to contain a mage with cursed blood would be the easy part of her week.
“So, what do you want me to do while you are gone?” She asked.
"That's the thing." He replied, scratching his chin absently. "I want you to come along."
Anya looked up at Gerik with surprise in her eyes.
"Shaw, I-"
"Are committed with the rebuilding efforts here, I know." He finished for her. "Coming with me deprives this city and its people from leadership and protection."
"And someone to look into the hows and whys of the attack." Anya pointed out.
"I have someone for that. My agent Diane is setting up to help one of your boys, a young man named Vincent.”
Anya took a moment, then nodded.
“Vincent is a big brain.” She said. “If there's anybody who can get to the bottom of this, he's one of them.”
Gerik gave a nod and moved to take another drink. A look from Anya reminded him he had been hogging it. With an apologetic smile, he handed it over.
“Then I would say the investigation is in good hands." The maester continued. "Diane is trustworthy and highly competent. The two will make a fine pair."
"But if they find this guy, they may need muscle." The phoenix countered.
"And I would also be depriving them of your considerable talents on that front." Gerik admitted as Anya took a drink.
He put up a hand to halt Anya's next interjection.
"And I know the dangers of us working together on this. Our familiarity with each other could slip through. And among some of the best and brightest of the courts have to offer, who have had their suspicion dials turned to 11, such slip ups could lead to your exposure as my agent."
A moment of silence was left to linger as Anya searched her old friend's eyes. She could see the worry he had, but also a conflict.
"But you still think this Vivifica mission is worth the risk?" She prompted.
Gerik took in a breath and let it out slowly.
"I don't know." He admitted, another of his masks falling away, leaving him looking tired and frustrated. "This whole situation had me second guessing myself. I can't help but feel we're all unknowingly dancing along to someone else's tune. I need to cover all the angles, but fear every one of my moves has already been foreseen and countered."
He gave Anya a weak smile.
"All your concerns are valid and I can't argue that you staying here wouldn't also be of immense value."
Anya stared at Gerik for a moment before handing the liquor bottle back to him, who wordlessly took a long drink. She had seen him like this in a long time. While part of her was gratified he still felt he could be vulnerable with her, his admission also frightened her.
"I'll need some time to think this over." She finally said. "Let me sleep on it. I'll give you my answer in the morning."
Putting the bottle down on the table, part of the Umbral Maester's usual composure returned as he nodded to his confidant.
"Of course. I trust you to make the right decision. No matter what, you'll be where you need to be."
Retrieving his hat, Gerik moved to the door.
“You know, we really need to meet on better terms when this is all over.” Anya called after Shaw. “Chew the fat? Maybe a night on the town? You know, normal people stuff?”
This got a laugh from her old friend.
“My dear, when has our relationship ever been normal?” He asked, his voice and accent back to the unflabable maester of the Umbra Court.
With that, the light flickered, went out, then relit. Anya found herself alone, with Gerik and his dark matter gone.
“Never has.” She said wistfully before taking another drink.

{Gerik Lockford - Umbra Court: Sanctus Heights; Official Bed Chambers}
A gentle shake and quite word from his personal assistant Micah roused Gerik Lockford from his sleep. Life experience and some magical modification meant the maester needed little actual sleep, though late night meetings both mundane and clandestine still meant he was starting the day at a sleep deficit. The light of a new day of problems was not welcome. The smell of coffee, however...
"Good morning, sir." Micah greeted in his usual clipped tones.
He placed a mug of coffee and a stack of files on the night stand.
"Only a few progress reports in so far. I have instructed some of the Cathedral's servants to prepare your extraneous belongings for the trip to the Vivifca Court. Another is drawing you a warm bath."
"Thank you, Micah." Gerik said as he sat up in bed and took the coffee. "Had much rest yourself?"
"No, sir. But I am quite comfortable with sleeping in the carriage."
Gerik sipped at his coffee as Micah left. Many of the previous maesters of the Umbra Court had some sort of undead attache or court mage whose loyalty was assured by any means necessary as their assistant. It was a point of pride for Gerik that he expanded the Court's hiring practices to include highly intelligent and highly dedicated non-mages who were more trustworthy than another mage eager for a promotion and could certainly file better than lessor undead. Micah was one such individual who had proven to be worth twice his weight in gold. Gerik was slightly worried about bringing him along on this mission, but it couldn't be helped. He needed as many people as he could trust on this mission. He just hoped another would agree to join him as well.

{Anya Alighieri - Ignis Court: Sanctus Heights; Cathedral Gym}
Despite her late night visit with her contact Shaw, Anya was still up at the crack of dawn to get in some exercise before the responsibilties of the day claimed her. She perched on one leg on a balance bar as little embers of the Phoenix Flames circled her. Shaw's words from last night echoed through her mind. Though she said she'd have an answer for him this morning, she wasn't any closer in deciding which way she needed to jump. She had a responsibilty to Sanctus Heights and to the Ignis Court she couldn't ignore. But...Shaw was important to her as well. He was Anya's oldest friend and more, if the bastard would just allow himself to see it. Could she really just let him walk into the unknown like this without her watching his back?
Her mental distractions and emotional turmoil caused her embers to flare out of control for an instant before she reasserted her will over the near sentient magic that burned through her veins. Well, this workout wasn't helping. Time to get some food, yell some kids awake, and figure out what she should do with her day.

{Mako Koyl - Somnum Court: Sanctus Heights; Sleepwalking}
Scrapmaster Stardustblade358
~Mako had had this dream before. She started having it after learning that her adoptive parents were, well, adoptive. She was a little girl skipping through some idylic woods on a sunny day. Ahead was her. Her real mother. Awake Mako felt bad about that thought when she reflected on it later. Ma Koyl had been a great mother. But Mako's birth mother was there in the dream, smiling at her. Vague, whispered words of affermation came from the etherial and unfocused form. But not this time. The figure was moving anxious energy. Its whisperes were fearful.
Run.
Not Safe.
Won't go back.
Escape.
"It's okay, momma." Little Mako chirped. "I'm okay."
The apparition twisted to look directly at Mako, eyes simultaneously full of love and hollow pits into the void.
You will be.~
Mako snapped awake with a jolt. Those eyes of her dream momma still haunting her mind. In times like this, distractions were welcomed. So, finding oneself outside, a few streets from the cathedral in her pajamas and a pair of unlaced boots was theoretically a very welcome state to be in. Mako hugged herself and shivered as she looked around bleary eyed in surprise as to her surroundings. She must have sleepwalked out her. She use to sleepwalk when she was little, but that was years ago. Why was it happening now? And why had she come outside? At least Sleeping Mako had gotten boots on.
Shivering again, Mako turned back to the Cathedral. There was a moment of pause as the thought that she could just keep walking, leave all this craziness behind her. She didn't belong here. This world of politics, monster attacks, and danger wasn't for her. But like everytime she had thoughts like this, the practical part of her head reminded her leaving would mean a life on the run. You couldn't be a mage and not in a court. She was trapped in a role she wasn't qualified for nor wanted. And as much as she would like to leave that all behind, she knew she couldn't.
A trudging Mako made it to where the carriages for the Vivifca trip were being set up, and paused to hear a voice talking. Was that Vlad? She rounded the carriages to see Vlad talking with someone from Ignis. Vin something, Mako's brain offered. She would have rathered to slink off and get dressed, but she had undoubtablly been seen by the duo by now, so couldn't just slink.
"You two out for a morning run too?" She asked, desperately inventing a reason she was out at this hour.
Surely they wouldn't put together that her anxiety had almost led her to sleep run away, right?

 

[Stardustblade358]

Vincent's Post

Arun's Post

Arkane's Post

Vincent S. Watson

Ignis Court Member

LOCATION | Sanctus Heights: Departure Carriages
Scrapmaster (Vlad) RikuXIII (Mako)

Vincent was too tired. There was a few blinks as he looked around. Was there a leak? Did he drop coffee? He looked down at the carpet, around the roof, back down at his clothes. There was nothing. And when he least expected it a Somnum mage decided that he wanted to give him a heart attack early in the morning. It was the kind of surprise that had your body lock itself, your heart ache, and your coffee mug crack under your own human grip. "Fudge me." He whispered, making eye contact with Vlad as he introduced himself. Deep breath, Vincent. He raised a free hand to Vlad. "Vincent, yes. From Ignis. I am sadly lacking appetite this morning." He took a sip of his coffee while it remained hot. A hum followed, gesturing for him to follow if he wanted as he made his way to the outside of the cathedral. "You would be correct. I shall be remaining behind to aid in the investigation on the automaton. I studied mechanics and engineering. I hope that my knowledge will be of use." The main thing to investigate was the automaton. They had been terribly busy with the recovery of the city, that the automaton in itself had been forgotten altogether. A large sheet thrown onto its corpse and avoided while the dead and injured were gathered and people relocated. He yawned. "Will you be going with the caravan or remain in the city?" They reached outside, where they could see the carriages being prepared, and a few mages already choosing where they would be riding. What he did not expect was to see one of the younger mages wearing nothing but her pajamas, albeit with boots.

"Not a run. But why are you running in pajamas? Are you not cold?" Vincent asked, furrowing his brows. Mages got sick. He knew that much. The man was probably sharp enough to tell that there was some lies being told in the inquiry, but he was too tired and questioning another mage on why they were out and about in pajamas was not his business. The stress was getting to everyone. "If you are leaving with the caravan I suggest you get dressed. They are getting ready to leave."

Arun Roshan

Ignis Court Mage

LOCATION | Sanctus Heights: Departure Carriages
Scrapmaster (Henry)

Arun's eyes glanced around. Everyone was already preparing, whether they would leave or stay. But he was looking for someone in specific; Henry. "Henry!" He called, rushing to him. The tall mage rushed to his side, coming to a halt at a foot of distance when he saw how...ragged he looked. "Henry. You look like crap." He knew what he said, but he was actually hoping to ask some questions before he left...and before Makoto showed up, actually. Getting a meeting with Henry on his own was an odyssey with that woman. "Um. I wished to ask something before Makoto arrived." He said. "I know that most of the maesters will be leaving, and you will as well. Under that we should follow under the next state of authority but..." The elders were...terrible people. "Henry. Who should the Ignis mages follow aside from the Elders should something go wrong?" He was genuinely nervous. "Mister Vincent will be staying and he will help but...people do not listen to non mages." Correction. His dad and other pricks did not listen to non mages. "Is it ok to disobey orders from the elders?"

 

[Scrapmaster]

- Henry - The Blazing Dawn of Ignis - Carriages for Departure.
Stardustblade358 (Arun).

As Henry was preparing the carriage he was somewhat deep in thought, having finally found that state of focus where anxiety is at the back of the mind, a forethought, but he still didn't know if it was anxiety, or disappointment in himself. Either way it was useless to think about it now, these horses weren't going to brush themselves or be properly tied to the carriages, make sure they wouldn't run at the slightest sign of trouble.

It was then a familiar voice called out to him, breaking him out of his focus on the carriage and shifting his attention to the newcomer, a good friend from ignis, Arun! Truth be told Henry didn't know much about him, other than whatever he was comfortable telling without prying, either way. Henry's smile beamed as he saw his friend, a smile that could charm and endear those around him, something he became rather good at with time. Raising his eyebrows in surprise at the mention of him looking... ragged. He looked at himself and... yeah, he didn't look the best. "Oh come now, I don't look that bad, do I?" He responded with a bit of sarcasm, the smile never leaving his face, before breaking for a few moments as he explained his situation. "I couldn't sleep, there were people that needed help." Was all Henry said, clearly leaving aside how he felt about the day, hoping to hide it, though his tone might give away some of the anxiety he had felt the night prior, but he tried to mask it with his bravado and smile.

Henry's face hardened with concern and thought at the mention of authority without the Maesters... and it was true, he hadn't thought about it. he brought a hand to his chin with an arm folder underneath the elbow. "Hm, you're right, it will depend if Lady Anya is coming along or staying. She's as high of an authority as one can be in the court without being the Maester, hey, she outranks even me, not that Heir gives me much rank..

It was then, as he noticed Arun's nervousness that he shifted tone again, sounding much more reassuring and kind. "I understand your concern if she goes though, essentially that's most of the leadership of Ignis right there. At that point..." He fist bumped Arun in the chest with a bit of force, but in an ever friendly gesture, "You'l have to follow your own directions and ideas then, I know... it sounds difficult but you have a good head for these things, you only need to be confident and decisive, it's the kind of things you only know on the moment." Henry explained as best he could to reassure his friend, his face hardened as the elders were mentioned, disobeying a direct order from the Elders was paramount to treason at the worst of times, heavy reprimand at the best. "They... Ask a lot of us, of all of us... but! if they give an order that you disagree with all of your heart then no one should blame you for not following it, even though they might try to reprimand you, they are human and make mistakes..." The Mistakes line would sound a bit more hostile than normal, a natural slip of his tone he wouldn't notice as he said.

"if you can't decide on your own when things get dire, it always pays to get together with your allies for a consensus on what to do. But I know you can handle things if they go dire, you and Vincent, even though he doesn't get much respect, his hard work to stay in the court is nothing short of admirable, as is yours, mind you. You've been working really hard lately as well." Henry smiled again, "Just don't push yourself, alright?".

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- Vlad - The Lurking Shadow of Somnus - Enjoys sleeping naked -

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Stardustblade358 (Vincent) RikuXIII (Mako).

Vlad delighted in Vincent's reaction, a natural shock reaction without much movement was all he could ever want, and hey the coffee wasn't spilled. Vlad would follow Vincent with interest, always keeping uncomfortably close as if to mess with him unconsciously, hearing Vincent's explanation on why he's staying and nodding along with his remarks about engineering. "Ah, you are the one they say doesn't have magic, hmmm?" Vlad would remark, sly and sarcastic, staring but eventually breaking it with a scoff. "Like that matters." He waves his hand dismissively, "Your engineering knowledge would be most helpful at a time like this, unfortunately I can't say I share the same, unless you wish for some oddly obscure alchemy ingredients, or a little of an out of body experience". Vlad would remark, half truth, half lie, never leaving clear which is which.

"Me? I personally am thinking of staying, without Big Nero and Little Luka there will be a veritably, delicious, gap in leadership". Vlad smiled almost with a sadistic grin, fully intoning the delicious remark for a proper reaction. "I can't leave my fellow mages high and dry now can I? And besides, Luka would rather not have me around, and goodness only knows she would throw a tantrum to the Big Lady Nero if I came!" He gesticulated flamboyantly and to be honest rather goofily as he said all that. Turning and smiling at another person coming a long, this time a fellow Somnian, Mako! Opening his arms wide as she arrived. "Maky-Chan!" He called her, "My favorite girl with multi-colored eyes... and spectacular dress code" He said it, truthfully without a hint of sarcasm.

"Oh come now, she's a proper lady and she can wear whatever she wants, though I haven't seen her running in pajamas in the court before..." Vlad would say, his eyes turning a hint of serious for half of a second, just enough that you could miss if you didn't pay close attention. "Well, Not running, but I was following this distinguished gentleman here" He said as he would grab Vincent by the shoulder and attempt bring him close to him. "Now that you're here Maky, you arrived just at the perfect time, are you staying or leaving with the Auntie Nero and Little Lu?" He asked her, clearly trying to change the subject, truth be told he had a thin suit on him that he hated using anyway, good on her for wearing what she wanted... even if it was strange she'd wear it now of all times. "Do you wear Pajamas when you sleep, Vincy?" He asked Vincent, just now letting go of him.

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[Elrandir]

Thea Nero - Somnus Court - The Grand Cathedral: Sanctus Heights

Thelast few days had been very eventful, Vivifica having ties with itika, traveling to a meeting with the elders, meeting getting disrupted, a mechanical creature causing a fire. While she wanted to stay and help with the recovery of bodies and healing of the affacted, Thea Nero, The Somnum Maestra, was meant to be at the High Priestess' side on her trip to the Vivifican Court and that was final.
It was early in the morning and Miss Nero was already on the main hall enjoying a nice cup of tea in order to start her day, she looked at the personale of the Cathedral coming and going, some stopping to see if she needed anything.
She took a look at her own pocket watch, not really to see what time it was, but as a reminder of how important this mission was. And so, she made her way to the carriages.


Diane Corbeau - Umbra Court - Outside Of The Grand Cathedral

Diane was ready since quite some time ago, however, as she was waiting for the departure to Vivifica, a sense of dread lingered. What had happened last night, was it a coincidence? Or was it the sign of something darker lurking on the shadows of Sanctus Hights? She had to know that answer, for he rown curiosity and maybe, just maybe for the sake of the city. And perhaps this would put the Umbra Court in a better light around the populace.
People were slowly coming out of the Grand Cathedral, some personale and others mages from different courts, Diane stayed on a nice shaded spot to cool of while waiting for her Maester in order to request to stay and investigate the origin of last night's events. Watching the sunset was a huge bonus too.

 

[RikuXIII]

{Mako Koyl - Somnum Court: Sanctus Heights; Carriage Staging Area}
Scrapmaster Stardustblade358

"Um, no." Mako answered Vincent before an involuntary shiver came over her. "Besides, being cold is good for the muscles, right? Lot's of stories of northern guys skinny dipping in ice water before a run in the snow."
Mako winced at being called "Maky" by Vlad. She hated it, but didn't have the courage to tell him. At least, at the beginning. Now, she doubted her dislike for the nickname would make any change to his behavior at all. Both Vlad and Vincent posed the question she had fallen to sleep thinking about. Stay or go. Oh, the decision was clear as fudging day to Mako, it was just could she get away with it. She wanted no part of this business with Vivifca, so was happy to let others go off and leave her far away from that mess. But, as events last night had shown, and the implications of Vlad's "gap in leadership" comment indicated, staying around here might not be that much claimer. And there was always the question of if her talent for augmenting other mages would mean someone would volunteer her for something dangerous.
"I'm probably needed more here." The reluctant court mage offered in answer, hoping in her heart that was the case. "Besides, those carriages might be cramped already."

 

[Stardustblade358]

Vincent's Post

Arun's Post

Vincent S. Watson

Ignis Court Member

LOCATION | Sanctus Heights: Departure Carriages
RikuXIII (Mako) Scrapmaster (Vlad)

Vincent was too tired to fight against the Somnum mages and their logic. There was something unusual happening, and he was not privy to what it was. But he was also not entitled to an explanation nor reason other than jogging while freezing was good for your health. "Yes, I wear pajamas when I sleep." He confirmed. Gods help him. She mentioned that she would be staying here as it could be more useful, and Vincent would hum. "I will admit; while there will be quite a procession heading to Vivifica, we will need a lot help here. The recovery of the city and the investigation of what caused the Automaton to do what it did will take priority. Capable mages to cooperate with the local authorities to rule out conspiracies and find the actual culprit." The sooner they found the culprit, the sooner they could ease the tensions. People were already on edge after the attack and losing their homes. Now while they were busy rebuilding, they needed their frustration pushed onto something or someone. Vivifica sadly ended up being a prime target with the encouragement of the elders. "Well, Mako. I shall not halt you in doing whatever you wish. I will only insist that you change your shoes to something more closed and covering in order to avoid you getting hurt by the wrong debris." He rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn't gonna go bossing people around; he was in no position. But he could always give advice. "The Vivifica team will leave, and as soon as they do we will begin our work."

Arun Roshan

Ignis Court Mage

LOCATION | Sanctus Heights: Departure Carriages
Scrapmaster (Henry)

It was an odd feeling. Henry had always been the person to look up to when it came for answers in regards to missions and the court. He always sounded and felt confident, and he was. He genuinely was. But seeing him this up close he realized just how tired he sounded...how many other times could he recall that he sounded like this and he merely wasn't attentvie enough? He reached his hands out, and placed them on his shoulders. "You cannot tell me not to push myself when you have pushed onto the edge!" He insisted. But it was not a scolding. It was more like a declaration of the obvious. He smiled. "I...I fear about disobeying the elders. But. I will make sure to stick with the other mages. The Ignis first, but also the others...there are many good mages that will be staying behind..." There was just concern that the power gap, as it usually was, would end up creating an even more tense situation than it already was. He let go of Henry and huffed. "Please return safely, and with an answer from Vivifica." Arun insisted. A bunch of mages from different courts with no real authority figure other than the elders...someone would step up, of course. Someone always did in times of need...Arun was just not that person. The elders were terrifying...he did not want to stay around them longer than he had to. "I...um...if the elders find out..." No. Now was not the time. He was burdened far too heavy. He shook his head, smiling. "We will be waiting for your victory."

 

[Heartland]

Luka of Somnum ~ Arriving at the Carriages after satisfying her curiosities ~
Scrapmaster (Vlad) RikuXIII (Mako) Stardustblade358 (Vincent)
In spite of everything, Luka managed to pull herself away from her curious study of the machine-wrought destruction. This did not stop her from pocketing some burned stones to study along the ride, however. With this however she did indeed arrive at the designated location on time, still early even. With this she looked about at the other arrivals. Several other mages had already arrived, not that she knew any besides her own compatriots. Thus she would approach the ones she knew, not one for making new friends. "Vlad, Mako, Good to see you both awake and prepared." she complimented the two. Her pride in them did not show through her words well, however, she hoped a simple compliment would suffice. "Did the two of you sleep well?" Luka appeared to not even notice or perhaps acknowledge Vincent.


Aquilla of Ignis ~ arriving at the carriages to see her "Family" off ~
Scrapmaster (Henry) Stardustblade358 (Arun)

The weakened mage soon arrived on site, her pace slow and cautious of any unseen injury within her own form. Aquilla approached the very people she sought to see off. "Lord Henry! Lord Arun! Are you two the first ones here?" She asked the two as she settled into a spot near the two but out of the way, as to not wish to bother any prep work the two may be doing. She sipped the drink she had brought with her, now thinking that she should have stopped somewhere and gathered coffee for them. It was clear a thought had crossed her mind and brought her dread 'I could have at least done that' she would think to herself after the greeting.

 

[Endless Thundaza]

Jynn Venas (Vivifica) ~ Sanctus Heights Departure

Jynn notices voices nearby, seemingly coming from the other carriages. One carriage has a group of Somnum mages, while another has a group of Ignis mages. They all were either meeting up and preparing for the trip, while others were saying their farewells to fellow mages. Jynn almost wished he had fellow Vivifican mages with him and provide support. Being out here in a place where many folks may view him as a potential villain unsettled him.

An itch to at least introduce himself and becoming better acquainted with the other mages runs through his head, but he refrains from doing so, uncertain how they may perceive or treat him. From the sounds of it, they didn’t seem like they enjoyed the Elders’ almost tyrannical approach to settling the matter involving Vivifica, so that did provide him some comfort. However, he decides to lay low unless someone approaches.

 

[Mystics Apprentice]

The Carriages: Sanctus Heights

A cluster of mages had already congregated in front of the carriages well before the arrival of the high priestess herself. There were three in total, each polished to a neat sheen, its black lacquer pristine, as one could discern upon close inspection. Henry would have found the horses quite agreeable and appreciative of the attention, and it would not be until much later that an elderly woman would appear from behind the carriage he was tending to. If Henry reflected upon the council meeting, he may have recalled seeing her. She was short, with a broad set of shoulders adorned with a traveler's cloak. Her silver hair was drawn into a tight bun at the back of her head, her lips equally tight as they remained fixed in a straight line. Her steady gaze first focused on Henry, before roving over to the horses in front of him with a slow nod.

"You did all this, boy?" She extended a gnarled finger toward the horse, before extending a wrinkled hand and stroking its dark mane. "Such chivalry. You must be an Ignis mage."
"Now, Lady Mia, I'm pretty sure there's chivalrous mages in all of the four courts."

Her voice, soft and clear, pierced through the early morning air. Hands clasped in front of her white robes, the high priestess waited several paces away. Her hood concealed much of her dark hair, yet did nothing to mask her passive expression, and soft eyes that were trained on Jynn a short distance away from her. A faint​

smile played on her lips, before she turned her attention to the others and gave a slight bow.

"Good morning, everyone. I trust you slept somewhat well, all things considered?" She inclined her head in the direction of the carriages, her left hand fleeing to clasp at her golden bangles. "Before we move on to seating arrangements, I'd like to introduce Lady Mia, the elder that will serve as my chauffeur during this journey. Perhaps some of you recall her from the council?"

After allowing a few heartbeats to pass as some introductions were undoubtedly exchanged between parties, the high priestess strode to one of the carriages, extending a hand to clasp at the handle. A frown furrowed her brow as she surveyed the assembled mages. "Is this everyone?"

Lady Mia lazily lifted her head, gaze flickering to Luka, before moving on to Vlad, Thea, and, finally, Mako. Her brown eyes narrowed a fraction. "No, we are missing at least two court leaders. I could have sworn Gerik and Dark were joining, among others."

With surprising agility, the female elder hoisted herself upon the leather bench before the horses, drawing up her skirts about her. She did not move like someone resembling her age; perhaps many surgeries made such a feat possible. "Let's give everyone a few more minutes to arrive. In the meantime, everyone else should find seats and get to know each other. It's going to be a long journey to Vivifica, after all, and you may as well get acquainted."

(Other groups to come later)

 

[Endless Thundaza]

Jynn Venas (Vivifica) ~ Sanctus Heights Departure
Stardustblade358 Mystics Apprentice

Jynn was immediately filled with dread the moment Lady Mia announces her presence. An Elder. The very last person Jynn wanted on this journey. Things have now become a little more complicated. However, Jynn has met Lady Mia in the past during his play dates with Mabel. She seemed friendly, and Lady Lillian seemed to be close friends with the Elder. Perhaps she is someone he himself could trust? Best to let things play out before making assumptions, especially after the threats the other Elders were making yesterday.

However, his attention was then shifted to Mabel, the high priestess. His eyes widen, and his cheeks turn red. She was absolutely beautiful in her white robes. He could spot the slight smile she gave him, and he returned it, but he tries to keep his composure, he couldn’t get Mabel into trouble. If Yeal was paying attention, he might notice Jynn’s heart racing.

The mage quickly turns and tries to look busy tacking up his horse when he hears Lady Mia close by.

 

[Thanny]

The sky was tinged with a faint lavender hue, the early signs of dawn on the horizon. The city of Sanctus Heights still slept, despite--or, perhaps, because--the damage that had been brought only several days prior. The capital of Regalia went from a prosperous city to one of death and decay within a mere twelve hours. Smoke still hung thick in the air from the aftermath of the fires, brought on by none other than an automaton gone rogue, the reason remaining unclear. One thing was, however: thousands perished that night, resulting in families that would never be the same.​

The people need answers. The victims' families need closure. Some of you will undoubtedly be deciding to stay, dedicating your mage training to work in the preservation of the city and finding out who was behind this tragedy. Perhaps more importantly: ensuring this event was not about to be repeated.

The rest of you have decided to accompany your maesters, maestra, and the high priestess as she prepares for a summit down south in the very heart of Vivifica. A plea for Aislinn Nosferi to discontinue the harvesting of raw mana--commonly known as the illegal substance of Itika--went ignored, and now the Vivifican Maestra continues to pursue her dark interest in an abominable evil. The elders overseeing the four courts and counseling the thirteenth high priestess, Mabel Arrowney, deemed it necessary to send an entourage to the Vivifica court with a message: abide by the law, or pay the ultimate price in blood. This will be the first time that Mabel has left the confines of her home in Sanctus Heights, and the mages will both protect her and guide her on this journey.

A handful of hours remain before you are bound to set off in carriages heading south. Perhaps you are still asleep, or perhaps you never slept, instead wandering the cathedral or palace in pursuit of some solace, companionship, or merely answers. Or perhaps you just awoke, preparing for the journey that is soon to commence. Whatever the case may be, a permanent shift has occurred, and it seems implausible that things can ever go back to the way they once were.

- Pali Noirtier, Umbra Court, within Sanctus Heights in his assigned bedroom and later the carriages -
Mentions: Xion136 (Zion), RikuXIII (Gerik), Mystics Apprentice (Everyth)
Interactions: Carriage group

The light of a new day, like to Maester Gerik, was not welcome to the young-seeming dinosaur of Umbra, his room having been completely sterile and devoid of dust because he had taken it all upon himself, every single speck. Such was his internment ritual, its purpose too sinister to be anything other than of Umbra make. Insects, spiders, bees, beetles, bacteria, viruses, mold, other organics -- he sapped any and all life from within the room and drained until they dusted on the dissolute man, leaving him fresh, fed, and well-rested.

With a puff the dust scattered into a cloud, erupting from him like a swarm of frightful birds. Pali leaned onto the nearby window sill and peered out.

"Carriages enough for a decent entourage. Which will go and which will stay? Moreover, which would I choose?" he pondered aloud to himself, as if he were talking to Yorick. Who Yorick is he did not know, but perhaps he would have been the subject or audience of a good soliloquy.

His thoughts trailed backward, past Lev, past the present situation at hand, to the unsavoury past that even he did not dare touch. He scrunched his nose at the thought of meeting Lev's mother again should he visit Vivifica Court. Lev might enjoy it if he did, considering all her efforts to bring them back together, to be a family again. Fool girl. Even if she was the apple of his eye, her naivete, beautiful though it was, could not see the full darkness of the past, not that he wanted to foist it upon her. He sighed. Perhaps that was why she joined Ignis.

Now was not the time for idle musings. Stray thoughts can shake foundational teachings, drawing forth more doubt in his already staggered magic. For now, he had to continue acting in a positive light for himself, maintaining his poise and showing no weakness. Zion, that brave minx, proved that she had a strong skillset enough to shake off his shackles. Seeing her so defiantly batting away his capturing techniques left him burning with a cool anger like a strong flame. He had to show her up. She was also Vivifican.

Hemming and hawing did not help matters. Instead, Pali waved his hand, summoned his sword cane into his grip, and strolled out the door. The others were in need of his presence.

-- -- -- -- --

Now outside, the Umbra mage clacked the tip of his cane against the ground, looming closer to an available carriage. So the carriages were to be segregated again, perhaps, like matching with like. How auspicious for him. He did not have to contend with an unknown, though perhaps he did have to share a carriage with Gerik or Everyth. He shuddered to think about what brute he would have to rub elbows with--

The roar of a rocket and the ground-rocking shudder of a depositing 350-pound monstrosity onto the cobblestone twenty feet away behind Pali, spooking some of the distant horses and most certainly Pali. Unfortunately, he knew exactly who it was -- the Chief Musclehead of Ignis.

"Pardon me, young sir! You look like just the kind of erudite man I want to shoulder up with me! GWA HA!"


- Daruk Mortem, Ignis Court, schmoozing at the carriages -
Mentions: Xion136 (Eclaire), Mystics Apprentice (Shiroo)
Interactions: Carriage group

The tall and brawny Maester of Ignis clapped a firm hand on Pali as the latter craned his head. Astoundingly, the man did not budge, seemingly built of iron. What a lad! Why, then, was he dressed in Umbra finery? He did not seem to be that woman with the fine pink hair, no, no nearly that muscular either. Hmm. He would have to puzzle over why the lad appeared so familiar.

The answer of Pali's solidness was beyond him, as it was just wishful thinking and nothing better. The question itself was orphaned fast, forgotten immediately.

Daruk trotted forward with a peppy step, driven with an inner fire and boundless energy. He saw Lady Mia and tossed her a respectful bow before moving on to the others of the group with handshakes strong as diamond. To Thea Nero he provided just a smile, bright and airy.

"Good to see everyone here! Henry, Makoto, good timing. Better timing than mine! Ha!" Hopefully I am not too late to claim a seat companion?"

"Leave me out of it or contact Gerik," Pali yawned, checking his watch. "Astoundingly you made it quite in time, Chief Musclehead."

"Indeed! I am born with a timely mental clock, and just Chief is fine. I will select another."

He mused, not finding Shiroo of Ignis or Jari of Somnum. Shame, that. He wondered about how Felicity Thermos was doing.

- Jari Mintuu, Somnum Court, with others away from the carriages -
Mentions: Stardustblade358 Heartland
Interactions: Scrapmaster RikuXIII

Meanwhile, young Jari strolled out of the main building that he and the other court nages were stuck for the meantime, carrying with him two breakfast sandwichs of toast, egg, cheese, and some sort of wurst. He did not know what it truly was (nor did he really ask), only that it was delicious and half-finished one himself. Something like that can really catch on for a vending industry.

"Hi, all!" he greeted, espying the others of the group, including the ever-intelligent Luka who earned his utmost respect, lovely Mako, and Little Brother Vlad who seemed to have been teasing her. He did not care for the teasing much at all and frowned deeply. "Vlad, behaving yourself?"

The others of the group he did not fully know. However, the detective was familiar. Wasn't he the one . . . ? Jari tapped his chin.

"I, uh, I nabbed another sandwich if anyone was hungry."

 

[Mystics Apprentice]

Sanctus Heights -- Umbra Quarters
Xion136
The young girl stirred as Eclaire shifted and removed herself from her grasp. Under normal circumstances such would be enough to send Fyenne into high alert, though such was not the case. For the first time in as long as she could remember--if not ever--Fyenne felt safe, safe enough to sleep through the movement and did not awaken until a stream of sunlight shone between the parted curtains and on to her face.

Her pallid skin seemed almost aglow against the stark contrast of her raven-black hair, thick sheets that framed her face. She squinted, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and blinking rapidly as if trying to get them into focus. Finally she trained her gaze onto that of Eclaire, offering her savior a small smile.

"I'm, umm," she started, visibly flustered, hands gripping the sheets and twisting them into knots. "Well, I heard a sound, and not just any kind of sound. It sounded like--" Her throat bobbed, eyes fluttering closed painfully. For a moment she sat there, shoulders sank in defeat, before a slight chuckle escaped her throat. "It sounds silly, really, when I realize what I'm about to say to an Umbra mage. But it sounded like . . . the dead. From the attack. They were calling to me, and I didn't--didn't know what to say to them."
She hung her head, before bright green eyes searched Eclaire's imploringly. "I shouldn't have come to your room. I'm so sorry. I just . . . didn't know where else to go."

Sanctus Heights -- The Carriages​

Two sets of boots clicked ceremoniously on the cobblestone streets shortly after the arrival of the booming Ignis Maester, one sported by none other than Lt. Mastiff. A warm smile, despite the circumstances, was presented on his face, his gloved hands locked in front of him as he approached.

"Good morning, fine mages. I trust you had a good night's rest?" His head jerked upward to scan the crowd, before his gaze finally settled on Vincent. As if honing in on his target, he navigated through the crowd, making his way towards the non-mage of Ignis with an extended hand.

"Pardon my manners, but you'll have to forgive me for letting your name slip my mind. If I recall, you were intending to help with the investigation to determine who was behind the automaton attack of the city?" If Vincent allowed, he would give him a firm handshake, before briefly gesturing to his right. "I hope it was alright that I was able to procure a couple of volunteers that can assist in the investigation. This is Niall Anjou. He lost a loved one during the tragic incident, and feels it's his calling to assist."

Stepping out of Lt. Mastiff's shadow was a tall man, long blue locks swaying in the gentle morning breeze. Depthless blue eyes crinkled into a smile. "It'll be the greatest honor working with you and your team of mages, Lieutenant." His dark eyes flickered toward Jari, expression genial. "I truly look forward to getting to the bottom of this investigation and bringing the culprit to justice."

 

[Scrapmaster]

- Henry - The Blazing Sun - At the carriages -

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Stardustblade358 Thanny Mystics Apprentice Heartland

Arun's words struck true, catching Henry off guard as he was the last person to be giving anyone advice about not pushing themselves, he brought a hand to the back of his head, with an embarrassed smile as he scratched the back of his head, he took a deep breath, focused his eyes for a second, and regaining his confident stride he always puts so others don't worry. "It's my duty, to push myself, so you don't have to." Henry spoke, equal parts caring and equal parts resolute, he was always ones to bear someone else's burdens for them, even at his own detriment. "If the civlians, and my fellow mages, are safe and can rest easy, even if it means pushing myself to the brink of exhaustion, then it's all worth it." He said, an honest statement, he had no proper qualities of his own so he would always seek others to assist and bear their struggles for them, it was how he coped, how he felt better about... well, everything. Arun showed concerns for him and he appreciated it, but he wasn't about to have anyone worry about him, it wasn't worth it. He chuckled softly, "You worry too much, Arun, even if you disobey them, I know you wouldn't have done it without reason, and they were probably wrong anyway... Whatever consequences, we will deal with, together." Henry was not fully back into the image that Arun had of him, inspiring, brave, and a good friend to have around and listen. A light fist bump would his Arun's shoulder to drive the message home, "I trust you. Don't forget that".

Soon afterwards, before either party could continue, Aquila arrived, immediately Henry was embarrassed at being called lord, he knows he comes from a decent noble background, but he was on the lower end, definitely not a lord, at least he never considered himself such. "Aquila!" He spoke happily, with a by of a shy smile, "You know you don't need to slap a fancy title like lord on me, i'm just a mage like you." Henry spoke, trying to reassure her, as he knew Aquila was always very critical of herself and her... abilities, which he couldn't help but feel responsible for, as he too had power over Ice and fire, but without the physical drawbacks like her. "I trust you are well? come to see us off?" He asked.

Immediately afterwards a strange lady appeared from around the carriages, examining the horses and carriages Henry had already spent most of his morning preparing. An elder, truth be told he expected at least one of them to accompany the caravan, so this wasn't exactly a surprise, but she looked downright ancient! yet she carried herself off as if she was no more than twenty, he shot back with a shy smile at her sudden praise about chivalry. "I am! And please... I happened to wake up earlier than most" This was a lie, he hadn't slept at all. "I figured i'd get some preparations done so no one would have to worry about them." He admitted. He had little time but he noticed a faint smile cross the priestess's face, as her expression aimed at someone within the group, glancing sideways he would see that it was the Heir apparent of Vivifica, a young man such as himself, no doubt worried and distraught at the situation with his court, Henry wished to walk to him and console him, talk, mage to mage, but he was interrupted by a boisterous man.

"Daruk!" Henry exclaimed excitedly, for some reason seeing the hulking man always brought him some semblance of comfort and joy, he could always rely on him with anything he may need, one of the few people Henry ever spoken in length about his past before, his trust was unbreakable in the man. Turning to Pali with a smile, "Daruk always makes it in time, whether it be social occasions, gatherings, barbecues... and uh..." He scratched his head. "Volleyball". The mere utterance of the word would bring memories to anyone in the Ignis court of the Volleyball disaster from last year, where Daruk and Henry teamed up for a volleyball tournament and... well let's say a good section of the beach became glass, they won though!

"As for seating arrangements, I'm flexible, I was mostly intending to drive the carriage so i'd mostly be on the front seat, I can take any free ones afterward." He set his claim on seating arrangements, he wanted to see the road, not be cooped up in a carriage, it would help put his thoughts at ease.





- Vlad - The Shadow Over Somnus - Carriages chit chat. -

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RikuXIII Stardustblade358 Mystics Apprentice Thanny Heartland

"And what work is that, Mon Monsieur Vincent?" Vlad went straight to business, at the notion that work would begin after the carriages left. "Reconstruction? Relief efforts? Or..." He said, gasping sarcastically "You wouldn't happen to be thinking of doing an investigation on what happened with the automaton, hmmm? Well if you do..." Vlad would be at one side with Vincent and Mako, then suddenly he'd turn into a poof of black smoke, and reappearing beside Vincent, a single finger stroking the back of the Detective's neck. "I want to be in it, it sound so much more entertaining than any other option!" Vlad exclaimed excitedly, his tone debonair and smooth, like he was flirting and not at the same time. Deliberately making it hard to get a proper read on him at any given time.

"Luky!" Vlad exclaimed as Luka arrived, and spoke to him and Mako, in a short, but concise sentence fitting her, he only met her with a charming smile, "I did not sleep." Vlad spoke plainly, smirk on his face. If pressed on the matter he would simply deflect the question, saying he was busy, he wouldn't admit to helping people and saving others stuck underneath the rubble caused by the automatons, or rescuing children lost in the chaos, or even saving a girl's life with blood manipulation, no he didn't need to admit to any of that, he didn't really care to. "So nice to see you on this fine morning my oh so beloved mademoiselle." He spoke to her with a tone of neutrality, he wasn't one to uphold or respect higher positions, he treated all of his fellow mages and even his own maestra, the same as he treats everyone, cordially, and affectionately. Looking over to Lady Mia who was way too agile for her age, "The ancient pile of bones has some moves!" he spoke, not too loud, mostly just for those in his nearest vicinity to hear.

He then heard a voice... oh it was his absolutely favorite fox boy, Jari! he feigned as if he was getting struck in the chest by his words. "You wound me with your words J!" Vlad said Jari's name with a singular letter word, a nickname he was quite fond of. "Aren't I always?" He spoke, a sadistic smile unconsciously forming on his face, as he gave the fox boy a wink. Before Jari would have time to react or turn his head... his sandwich he had was gone, and it would suddenly fall into Mako's hands, surely a trick of the light... or shadow! He then turned to the Lieutenant who walked in approaching Vincent. Great, an authority figure, his favorites.

"Well don't you look important." Vlad spoke plainly to Lt.Mastiff as the latter approached Vincent, a confident stride in his step as he walked towards the detective to hear his reaction to the information, and eyeing this Niall up and down, clearly he held no ill intent towards the man, but nevertheless he was there beside Vincent to give the boy some authoritative power if need be, he was the de-facto, leader of the investigation after all. "Look Vincy, people are all but tripping over themselves to help you! Me included..." Vlad spoke to vincent, and if the detective turned around to look at him all he would see was a wink from the blonde haired gentleman.

 

[Stardustblade358]

Arkane Gravemore

Umbra Court Mage

LOCATION | Sanctus Heights: Departure Carriages
CHARACTERS | Scrapmaster (Henry), Mystics Apprentice (Mabel), Heartland (Aquila)


The Umbra mage had been quiet. Interacting with Henry risked getting involved with Makoto out of all people and he rather be carried in a coffin over that. The rest of the mages were saying their goodbyes and see you laters as they had to decide on carriage assignments. But most important; Eclaire was missing. “Did she not wish to come with us to her home court?” He would not blame the young lady if she wished to avoid the incoming crap show altogether. It was already a tense arrangement of her joining the Umbra court as things went downhill with Vivifica. The meeting didn’t help at all. Still. “Maybe it would be best if she stayed.” He wondered. For all he knew this could only end up breaking the kid up in her loyalties. Deciding on which carriages should be heading, he would decide to approach Lady Mia and lady Mabel in regards to some considerations.

“Priestess, correct? Maybe it would be wise for you to go in a carriage alongside a few strong mages. For the sake of safety. The travel shall be long.” And dangerous. Pirates, bandits, rogue mages… “I shall volunteer Henry but you must be warned that he comes with a parasite attached to the hip. Otherwise a good choice. I would volunteer but it seems that this carriage is getting too full for my comfort.” He glanced around. “I hoped to ride with Eclaire. But she is…nowhere to be found.” Makoto was to show up at any moment, and he was ready to dodge and keep Mabel from being collateral. It was obvious that Arkane seemed uncomfortable over Mabel coming with them. With Daruk arriving, reminding him why he hated Ignis enthusiasm, he stepped away. “Do speak up on who you wish to have in your carriage, priestess. This group is going to be a headache regardless.” He would up his dog, setting it down and giving him instructions.

“Run over to Eclaires room. Just to make sure she did not oversleep.” Arkane ordered. The undead pug would run off, heading straight to Eclaires room and scratching at it.

Arkane wishes to join Mabel in Carriage 01, but if too full, shall join a carriage with Eclaire.

Arun turned to greet Aquila, smiling. “They are just about to leave. We can bid them farewell together.” If Aquila was staying; then maybe the two should stick together in the following duties once the caravan left. With his Maester here, Arun watched. “Please do be careful out there you as well, Maester Daruk.”

Vincent S. Watson

Ignis Court Member

LOCATION | Sanctus Heights: Departure Carriages
CHARACTERS | Scrapmaster (Vlad), RikuXIII (Mako), Thanny (Jari), Mystics Apprentice (Mastiff)


Vincent was evidently ignored. But that was fine. He finished his coffee, much welcomed. Especially after Vlad once again questionably began to tease him, Vincent’s entire body shaking as the poor man ended up cracking the mug. “Would you calm yourself?” He hissed, actively glaring at him. “No thank you. I am quite famished.” He reassured the mage that offered the sanwhich. He was distracted by the local detective, mood quickly changing as he turned and shook his hand sternly. “Yes. That would be me. Vincent Watson from Ignis Court, at your service.” He actively ignored Vlad, merely giving a small roll of the eyes. “Quite a few mages will be remaining here to help with recovery efforts. I have offered my own aid in the investigation, as magiteck and engineering see my specialty. We have plenty of capable mages to aid in such search.” He may found Vlad annoying, but he trusted to find him capable. He removed a notebook his pocket, opening it up. He had already written down quite a few notes. “The automaton itself would be the first place to start…but this is your home turf, hence we move to your discretion.” He casually just handed his empty mug to Vlad, seeing he was so intent on being close.

Yael

The Wandering Shapeshifter

LOCATION | Sanctus Heights: Departure Carriages
CHARACTERS | Endless Thundaza (Jynn)

Yael usually was too distracted paying attention to their surroundings. Accessing any possible threat. But to see the very obvious puppy eyes that Jynn had whenever Mabel glanced his way. It was endearing. “Your heart beats any faster you will find yourself faint.” Yael teased, quickly climbing onto Jynns head. He would sit on his hair, before grasping at either horn of his headpiece as if to attempt to steer him towards Mabel. “Go on! Volunteer to go with her! If you do not do so now you will regret it until the next stop!” Yael then leaned to his ear, suddenly a tad bit more serious. “How big of a target would she be outside of these walls?”

 

[Endless Thundaza]

Jynn Venas (Vivifica) ~ Carriages

Stardustblade358 Mystics Apprentice

Jynn is startled when Yael starts talking, half expecting Mia to catch on to his blushing. Thank heavens it wasn’t. But before he could think any further, the shapeshifter leaps onto his head and pulls on Jynn’s horns, suggesting that he should join Mabel in her carriage. With a sudden yank on Jynn’s horns again, Yael gets Jynn to turn and move to the priestess.

“Yael! What are you…” Jynn quickly regains his footing, but now finds himself merely a few feet away from Mabel and Arkane. This was awkward. He tries his best to compose himself, managing to stand upright and formal, but Mabel very likely would probably see through this. Arkane has already offered to join the priestess, now is the time to follow Yael’s advice and nab a spot with Mabel. “Good morning Ma… Priestess!” Already off to a bad start. “I… uh… will also volunteer to join you, if you would allow.”

 

[Xion136]

Eclaire de Wynter
Court of Umbra
Location - Umbra Quarters -> Carriages

The Once and Future Hero​

Mystics Apprentice (Fyenne)

Eclaire let Fyenne speak, glad that she wasn't knocked off her feet. She took a few steps forward and to the bed, gently sitting beside the pallid girl. Her hands gently rested atop Fyenne's hands now. She didn't hold them, more just rested them atop the girl's. She smiled gently, her cat ears slightly twitching as she did her best to not get flustered herself. Being one of the gayest girls on the continent did make this awkward, but as she brought the words to surface she felt...calm. Fyenne's eyes, searching, imploring, was enough to set aside the easily-surfacing feelings that usually would throw her off. One hand slid up to gently pat Fyenne's head.
"It's okay." She said softly. "You're in a strange place, and had really no where else to go after the infirmary released you. You didn't do anything to offend me."
Technically, it was wrong to enter someone's bed without permission. But Eclaire couldn't fault her. It wasn't for wrong reasons. She was a lost soul in need of a place, and Eclaire was happy to be that sanctuary. Eclaire then scooted off the bed, smoothing out her skirt and fixing her jacket a bit.
"You need to take a bath. We need to hurry to the carriages and I'm pretty sure a warm bath will be welcome before a long journey." She said to Fyenne. "Do you uh...did the infirmary give you any change of clothes...? If not, I just need your sizes and I can get you something quickly."
Thank god her mother gave her a hefty allowance for this trip. Leaving Fyenne in such clothes would be cruelty...she deserved some proper comfort after the hell she had scarcely been rescued from.

Kagura Sumeragi
Court of Umbra
Location - Carriages

The Princess Who Wishes to Be​

Elrandir (Nero)

Kagura was waiting dutifully near the carriages as Thea Nero arrived. He hurried over, veils swaying and bangles clinking along as he hurried to meet Professor Nero.
"Professor." He clasped his hands down by his waist, bowing a bit. "I...I came to see you off! I..." he bit his lip as he straightened up. "I d-decided to....stay behind. People...need help still s...so I'll stay! And do my best. So...please be careful?"
Kagura looked at her, hopefully hiding his affection beneath his worry for Thea and the rest of Somnum as they headed off to Vivifica...but not Kagura. Too many people were in pain, and agony. They were infirmed and emotional. They were hurt. And what he could do was more effective here, than anywhere else.

Makoto Shinra
Court of Ignis
Location - AND HER NAME IS MAKOTO SHINRAAAAAAAAAAA

The Future Mrs. Henry Heid​

Aetherfont [ x ]

Scrapmaster (Henry)

Henry was talking and talking, but he would get the hairs on the back of his head shooting up. It was definitely something that Henry was used to, that feeling of imminent impact as a sudden small scale explosion echoed, heralding the final arrival of Makoto - who was currently flying through the air and about to tackle Henry's back, her bags and all. She was a foot shorter than Henry but she was also carrying extra weight. She might flatten him, or she might remind everyone Henry is built different.
"HENRY!" She said, bags slapping the ground and sliding closer to those in front of Henry, arms and legs going around him. "Why didn't you wake me?!"
A very poignant, and very subtle...
I know you didn't sleep...you need to sleep...
All her worries, and he still...refused to sleep.
Her hug tightened.

 

[Heartland]

Luka of Somnum ~ at the Carriages~
(Vlad) (Mako) (Jari)

With a huff Luka softly exhales before turning to Jari "No, Hes being....himself again." she crosses her arms before turning back to Vlad. "and for the record. It is Luka. I am your senior afterall. Some manner of respect would be nice. Perhaps a better thought nickname than that. hmmm?" she seemed more upset by his lack of creativity than the suppose disrespect of time spent in the court. Besides this, Luka remained fairly cool in terms of temperament. The Heiress looked about, then motioned to one of the carriages (Carriage 02). "I suppose Ill decide my seating early, However. Vlad are you intending to join us on this journey? You're skills would be appreciated on the front lines. I could certainly tolerate a pair of eyes watching my back." Her disposition seemed to turn, driven less by irriation from the earlier comments and more towards the blanket goal of the expedition.

Aquilla of Ignis ~ at the carriages to see her "Family" off ~
(Henry) (Arun) (Makoto)

"I-I mean no insult by it Lord Henry, my mannerisms were simply built up by my previous life. If it bothers you to such great extents than I will do my best to break them, thought I feel as if that may be quite difficult..." She then perked up at the sound of excited shouting. Aquilla would then turn on heel her pitch black hair twisting with her as she looked to see Lady Makoto. "OH! Lady Makoto, I see you will be heading off onto the journey as well! I am assured then, that you will be a wonderful asset to our fellow mages!" she smiles, clasping her hands together with joy, unaware of how in the way of Makoto's path she was.. Like a lamb standing before a proper missile.

 

[Scrapmaster]

- Henry - The Blazing Sun - At the carriages -

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Stardustblade358 (Arkane) Mystics Apprentice (Mabel) Xion136 (Makoto). Endless Thundaza (Jynn)


The sudden notion of Arkane of all people recommending Henry to protect the High priestess not only came as a surprise, but also as an actual source of joy from him, he smiled warmly and honestly as he approached them, having overheard Arkane and Mabel conversing, he had only ever spoken with Arkane on a few occasions, but he never thought the man was as aloof and unkind as most said he was, he was just different, and that was ok. "I will say I never expected Arkane of all people to talk me up." He said half jokingly as he looked at him and Mabel, "I wouldn't say I am a 'strong' mage, In fact I might one of the weakest far as I recall, but I try my best, and I'd be honored to escort you, High Priestess."He spoke, his voice firm and friendly.

As he walked he noticed Jynn amidsts Arkane and Mabel, this was as good of an introduction opportunity as any. "Hey! You're, Jynn, Right? I've heard a little about your situation." Henry approached Jynn with a much more friendly and casual tone than many other mages probable regarded him thus far considering his status, "I'm Henry, just your average Ignian Mage" He spoke, extending a hand for Jynn to shake if he so wished. He'd find the handshake firm, but not oppressive, Henry very much saw him and intended to treat him as an equal as best he could.

It was then he heard an explosion, and a familiar presence creeped up on Henry's back. He knew what was coming, or... what was. Henry immediately stopped what he was doing as his face turned cautious, then relaxed once he saw her.
"Oh, there she i-" His remark would be stopped as Makoto would slam into him with the force of a cannon shot. Slamming full force onto him.

Well, you see a regular man would be knocked to the ground, or would have been sent flying alongside the lady flying at the speed of sound, but not Henry. He was much too used to it, his body, toned and built through years of training... and traumatic experiences, and a healthy dose of self empowering magic innate to himself, he wouldn't move more than an inch from the collision, but you see, when an unstoppable force impacts with an immovable object, the surroundings tend to suffer. His body would move no more than an inch and a half through the floor, visible indents and skid marks on the ground beneath him, however while he was fine, the impact would result in a significantly strong shockwave from him and Makoto, which would shake, move hair, blow clothes into the wind, and shake the very foundations of the carriages around them, especially as Arkane and Mabel were the closest to him, they'd be caught in the blast, though most likely Arkane would face the brunt of it.

"I didn't want to wake you!" He admitted as Makoto complained and coiled around his body with her legs and arms. He would softly put her onto the ground if she'd let him, otherwise he'd be walking around with a Makoto wrapped around him, he was fine with that, "I know, I'l rest when I can. But I just can't... not right now." He would whisper to her, in an attempt to calm her, but he knew she'd only get more worried.

Antics aside, Henry would like to take the seating arrangements in the Carriage 01, alongside Mabel as recommended by Arkane, and preferably driving the carriage.

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- Vlad - The Shadow Over Somnus - Carriages -
Stardustblade358 (Vincent) Mystics Apprentice Heartland (Luka)

"I am perfectly calm..." Vlad spoke, a sadistic tone and grin accompanying his face as Vincent remarked at his antics, however as he hear Luka speak, he shifted his attention. "I'l be back." He said, before he vanished into shadow once more. So many people in such a small area, so many areas with enough shade for him to swim through. It was trivial closing the distance as Luka mentioned and called him.

"Sure thing, Lu" Vlad would speak, a disembodied voice soon to be followed by him rising from behind her shadow, looming over her with his statuesque height, "I never mean any disrespect! Never would I insinuate such!" He immediately began with the dramatics, flamboyantly shifting his body as if in a play. Breaking the little mask a little as Luka asked if he would be going or staying.
"Oh, while I would adore the opportunity of accompanying you and the Maestra, I believe you already have a large number, more than enough to fill and accommodate any strategy or weaknesses." He spoke, his tone sounding surprisingly serious all of a sudden, almost as if stating a fact. "I will put my skills to work with the investigation on what happened, and with any luck, I will help to and find the truth behind this event..." He declared, after all his skill set allowed him to infiltrate places where... he would be less than welcomed into. "Do watch yourself, hm? Try to relax a little, take in the sights! Isn't that right Jari!" Vlad would speak, trying to pull Jari with his arm into a one armed hug around the boy's back if allowed. "However" He said, as he reached into his coat, and pulled out a small gloscan crystal. "In case you run into any trouble, this can prove useful". He would hand Luka a Gloscan crystal overcharged with his own Abyssal magic, Inky black water flowing endlessly on the small crystal. "Just throw it at something, and the very shadows shall restrain and weaken your enemy." He spoke, with a bit more of a serious tone, not outright menacing to her, he'd never treat a fellow mage that way, "Just looking out for my favorite little Heiress" He said, winking and sticking out his tongue in a friendly gesture, intentionally trying to break the ice and act funny.

Vlad is going to be staying behind, in order to hound, and assist the Investigation.

 

[Endless Thundaza]

Jynn Venas (Vivifica) ~ Carraiges

Scrapmaster (Henry) Mystics Apprentice (Mabel) Stardustblade358 (Arkane & Yael) Xion136 (Makoto)

Immediately after Jynn offered to accompany Mabel in her carriage, along with Arkane, another mage approaches and offers to accompany the group as well. It is Henry, a mage the Ignis Court. It would appear Arkane’s suggestion of Henry brought him over to the group. But it wasn’t long before Henry turns to Jynn and introduces himself. It was definitely a surprise to see someone other than Mabel give him a friendly greeting, but definitely not an unwelcome one, especially after everything that has happened. It was nice.

Jynn quietly questioned Henry’s humbleness, but decided not to bring it up. Jynn smiles. “Hello Henry, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He accepts Henry’s handshake and offers his own hand. Henry’s grip was firm, but not too much so. Something told the Vivifican mage that he and Henry were going to get along well.

As soon as the handshake ends, a sudden explosion was heard, which concerned Jynn. He steps a little closer to Mabel, ready to defend her. But it turns out it was a friend of Henry’s, Makoto. Henry seemed relaxed, but Jynn noticed how fast Makoto was flying through the air towards him. Knowing an impact was going to occur, Jynn jumps in between Henry and Mabel, crossing his arms and bracing for an impact of some sort. He was not aware that it would cause such a massive shockwave sending Jynn back towards Mabel. The mage almost loses his footing, but he managed to regain himself, but he does bump into Mabel. If she falls back, Jynn would turn around and attempt to catch her.

It would appear that Henry and Makoto were more than just friends, but Jynn would not pry into that. He turns to the priestess. “Are you okay Mabel?”

Jynn has officially decided to accompany Mabel and everyone else in Carriage 1.