Thanny
The Destined Undestined
- Daruk Mordem, Ignis Court -
The Ignis Maester looked positively miffed at the girl Morpha. Such words were spoken about him once or twice before, but it never ended well for the other individual, and he was half-tempted to give her a lesser taste of the thrashing he gave them.
No, no, calm yourself, Daruk, he thought to himself. She does not deserve a spit-covered finger in her ear just yet. Maybe next time if she persists. Just smile and grin and bear it.
He tried his best, but the most that came out of him was a death glare over the most forced smile even as all of the others spoke to her shamefully. He tried to be the better man, yet he gradually slid towards wanting to do his initial idea. What came next, however, was what nobody could have expected: Morpha freed herself from her ice prison with a brutal display of power, something not purely natural.
He sheltered himself from the peppering ice as it exploded outwards, at first with his shielding arm, then next with a display of melting firepower as a heated aura surrounded him, erasing the thin slivers of ice around him even as they fell to the ground. So much else happened. Jynn, Nero, Gerik, this shapeshifting newcomer -- all seemed to aim for her in their own manner. He was about to do the same.
Having rushed to a young tree with a fire-edged claymore and hacking it down, he toted the weight as properly as he was able and, with a showy display of the strength of fire and earth magic, swung tje tree's mess of leaves and branches at Morpha from above. With Gerik's tendrils of darkness covering the ground nearby or beneath her, a canopy of slamming, still-green branches would aim to bring her down proper. Even if the main body of the tree would not crush her, the weight of everything else would certainly pin her down if landing.
- Jari Coriander, Somnum Court -
Jari felt relief sweep over him as Incarose came by, luring his attention with her kind -- no, generous -- gesture of trying to speak with him and cheer him up. She was very thoughtful, this newfound Ignis mage, and he definitely enjoyed her company enough to smile up at her and take her up on her offer.
"Thanks, Rose. That sounds g--"
He was cut off as he noticed Kagura sit close by as well, effectively silencing him and causing him to turn beet-red upon finding his hand get ensnared by both of the water dancer's hands. His eyes dilated and bounced his line of vision about as he pondered what exactly caused this sort of event to happen, and finally he surmounted his inaction by looking over to Kagura's face. There was something introspective and pensive about his crush that looked rather saddening and, yet, somewhat sweet and adorable. Was she wanting some sort of comfort? He licked his lips timidly as he pulled his eyes away. If she did want comfort, he was not going to say anything and instead squeeze her hand. That's what his mother did to him when he was younger and scared and seeking some level of consolation. Hopefully it had the same effect.
The sound of Auntie Anya -- a nickname he liked to call the inter-factional head of relations -- behind him and Incarose scared him for a second, but he quickly recouped. She wanted to learn about what else had happened, and Incarose answered with all of the information she deigned to give. He had to hand it to her: she had a knack for explaining things and interacting with people. This was a skill he hoped to acquire someday, but that was neither here nor there. In the meantime, he bobbed his head in agreement with her and waited his turn to talk on with Rose, keeping a tight grip on Kagura's soft hands while he was at it.
((Oh, Jari, what am I going to do with you?))
- Pali Noirtier, Umbra Court, returned from a long trek -
Pali entered the larger hall with a striking amount of poise for someone who had returned from a walking trip for almost an entire day round-trip. With his gift of wishful thinking, he was able to preserve himself in terms of cleanliness, muscle aches and random pains, and other miscellaneous things, but he had to admit that the injury he sustained to one of the Ebon Flame's crossbowmen did hamper him a little bit, as well as the exhaustion of having to rely on it for a few days. He glanced about and found a few of his Umbra comrades, sitting among them if they conglomerated. He could not find Isabelle, not that he expected anything different. She must have flown the coop in order to go with Zion. That crazed woman. She was as flippant of her allegiances as they came. At least he did not hide the fact that he was more self-serving than dedicated to his position in Umbra Court.
He did not actively engage in conversation, instead listening in to Everyth and those of whom she spoke. He admitted to himself that he was surprised to hear about the Ebon Flame again after that last run-in, and he wondered why exactly this little band of miscreants dared to poke their heads out of the sand like an ostrich flock. Apparently they were getting increasingly bold. Highwaymen at first, then abductors of this generation's High Priestess. Were they so sure that they could win that they tested their odds in such a way?
- Raiden, returned from a different long trek, in Vita City -
The man known as Raiden glanced up from a number of pages on his desk, strewn about and all seemingly important. One page in question he was currently replicating onto another, a low-level federal document that he could perform in his sleep. It did not match his current taste of goals, but in some way he had to keep the bills flowing.
Smiling, he accepted the worn paper the young man offered him, leaning forward from his leather armchair and over his flat office desk.
"Greetings, Ren," he answered weakly, his voice hoarse from travel. "Do not worry about delays. I am freshly back from searching for her myself. I did not even make myself a cup of tea yet, though as you see I've had water."
He paused to allow his associate, Ren Mordecai, deliver what he could via mouth as he inspected the paper. He sagged in his chair and rubbed his temples, saddened that neither held the key to finding her. Not even Anya was able to find her. What a pity.
"It is . . . fine," he answered at last, breathing out a heavy sigh. "Vanished she did . . . again, but I hope she will be okay. I've searched for days as well, but could not find anything of import. With this resurfacing curse, this darkness, she will need much more than well-wishes. She needs prayer, protection, and assistance, be it human or divine. Either way, my resourceful and friend, thank you. I don't know what I would do without you."
Raiden offered a wan smile as he looked towards Ren before hesitantly picking up a fine quill and continuing to carefully jot words and characters and signatures down word-for-word.
"What news do you bear about the library? I have been gone for a while. I am sure that they are missing me?"
The Ignis Maester looked positively miffed at the girl Morpha. Such words were spoken about him once or twice before, but it never ended well for the other individual, and he was half-tempted to give her a lesser taste of the thrashing he gave them.
No, no, calm yourself, Daruk, he thought to himself. She does not deserve a spit-covered finger in her ear just yet. Maybe next time if she persists. Just smile and grin and bear it.
He tried his best, but the most that came out of him was a death glare over the most forced smile even as all of the others spoke to her shamefully. He tried to be the better man, yet he gradually slid towards wanting to do his initial idea. What came next, however, was what nobody could have expected: Morpha freed herself from her ice prison with a brutal display of power, something not purely natural.
He sheltered himself from the peppering ice as it exploded outwards, at first with his shielding arm, then next with a display of melting firepower as a heated aura surrounded him, erasing the thin slivers of ice around him even as they fell to the ground. So much else happened. Jynn, Nero, Gerik, this shapeshifting newcomer -- all seemed to aim for her in their own manner. He was about to do the same.
Having rushed to a young tree with a fire-edged claymore and hacking it down, he toted the weight as properly as he was able and, with a showy display of the strength of fire and earth magic, swung tje tree's mess of leaves and branches at Morpha from above. With Gerik's tendrils of darkness covering the ground nearby or beneath her, a canopy of slamming, still-green branches would aim to bring her down proper. Even if the main body of the tree would not crush her, the weight of everything else would certainly pin her down if landing.
- Jari Coriander, Somnum Court -
Jari felt relief sweep over him as Incarose came by, luring his attention with her kind -- no, generous -- gesture of trying to speak with him and cheer him up. She was very thoughtful, this newfound Ignis mage, and he definitely enjoyed her company enough to smile up at her and take her up on her offer.
"Thanks, Rose. That sounds g--"
He was cut off as he noticed Kagura sit close by as well, effectively silencing him and causing him to turn beet-red upon finding his hand get ensnared by both of the water dancer's hands. His eyes dilated and bounced his line of vision about as he pondered what exactly caused this sort of event to happen, and finally he surmounted his inaction by looking over to Kagura's face. There was something introspective and pensive about his crush that looked rather saddening and, yet, somewhat sweet and adorable. Was she wanting some sort of comfort? He licked his lips timidly as he pulled his eyes away. If she did want comfort, he was not going to say anything and instead squeeze her hand. That's what his mother did to him when he was younger and scared and seeking some level of consolation. Hopefully it had the same effect.
The sound of Auntie Anya -- a nickname he liked to call the inter-factional head of relations -- behind him and Incarose scared him for a second, but he quickly recouped. She wanted to learn about what else had happened, and Incarose answered with all of the information she deigned to give. He had to hand it to her: she had a knack for explaining things and interacting with people. This was a skill he hoped to acquire someday, but that was neither here nor there. In the meantime, he bobbed his head in agreement with her and waited his turn to talk on with Rose, keeping a tight grip on Kagura's soft hands while he was at it.
((Oh, Jari, what am I going to do with you?))
- Pali Noirtier, Umbra Court, returned from a long trek -
Pali entered the larger hall with a striking amount of poise for someone who had returned from a walking trip for almost an entire day round-trip. With his gift of wishful thinking, he was able to preserve himself in terms of cleanliness, muscle aches and random pains, and other miscellaneous things, but he had to admit that the injury he sustained to one of the Ebon Flame's crossbowmen did hamper him a little bit, as well as the exhaustion of having to rely on it for a few days. He glanced about and found a few of his Umbra comrades, sitting among them if they conglomerated. He could not find Isabelle, not that he expected anything different. She must have flown the coop in order to go with Zion. That crazed woman. She was as flippant of her allegiances as they came. At least he did not hide the fact that he was more self-serving than dedicated to his position in Umbra Court.
He did not actively engage in conversation, instead listening in to Everyth and those of whom she spoke. He admitted to himself that he was surprised to hear about the Ebon Flame again after that last run-in, and he wondered why exactly this little band of miscreants dared to poke their heads out of the sand like an ostrich flock. Apparently they were getting increasingly bold. Highwaymen at first, then abductors of this generation's High Priestess. Were they so sure that they could win that they tested their odds in such a way?
- Raiden, returned from a different long trek, in Vita City -
The man known as Raiden glanced up from a number of pages on his desk, strewn about and all seemingly important. One page in question he was currently replicating onto another, a low-level federal document that he could perform in his sleep. It did not match his current taste of goals, but in some way he had to keep the bills flowing.
Smiling, he accepted the worn paper the young man offered him, leaning forward from his leather armchair and over his flat office desk.
"Greetings, Ren," he answered weakly, his voice hoarse from travel. "Do not worry about delays. I am freshly back from searching for her myself. I did not even make myself a cup of tea yet, though as you see I've had water."
He paused to allow his associate, Ren Mordecai, deliver what he could via mouth as he inspected the paper. He sagged in his chair and rubbed his temples, saddened that neither held the key to finding her. Not even Anya was able to find her. What a pity.
"It is . . . fine," he answered at last, breathing out a heavy sigh. "Vanished she did . . . again, but I hope she will be okay. I've searched for days as well, but could not find anything of import. With this resurfacing curse, this darkness, she will need much more than well-wishes. She needs prayer, protection, and assistance, be it human or divine. Either way, my resourceful and friend, thank you. I don't know what I would do without you."
Raiden offered a wan smile as he looked towards Ren before hesitantly picking up a fine quill and continuing to carefully jot words and characters and signatures down word-for-word.
"What news do you bear about the library? I have been gone for a while. I am sure that they are missing me?"
