TheLoneRook
Death's Secretary
Magpie watched as the dark and looney, no Grimm, cast another spell, at those who asked about their friends. The bird darted his dark eyes towards the man as he seemed to be casting spells now. The people before him looked worried, and then aggressive. Magic levels were rising, things were becoming unreasonably tense. Birds never liked tense spots.
Magpie hopped from his perch and stood between the two. He looked to Grimm and his strange dark illusions, and pulled Juris from his sleeve, the long blade causing the winds to stir around him. He gave the armament a gentle wave in Grimm's direction and the illusions dissipated into the shining white gust. He now had understood why his head had gone fuzzy. "Grimm, dark magic is for the demons, not the comrades, hm? Birds like fun and games as much as any other, but not when they drive comrades to mutiny. End your hold of the people, or Magpie will see just how well you can fly hm?" he said, the threat cool off his tongue. The circle of wind around his head had continued to take the dark power and recycle it back into the Arcanus, leaving him the only one of sound mind in the nearby vicinity.
The bird looked to the fox and the young human. He approached slowly, his eyes calm and unfazed by the kindled's suddenly malicious form. He let go of Juris, and the blade instinctively shot to point its edge at Grimm, for safety purposes. The bird moved a sleeve-covered hand over the smaller one's head and white winds gently pulled the dark magic from his mind. His other hand went to the fox's face, and did the same. "Friends are fine, just a bad dream is all. No harm done."
Magpie turned back to Grimm, his gaze cold and beady like the unbiased eye of justice itself. "Does dark and looney wish to continue his games, or does a bird need to repeat himself?"
@Tronethiel7 @Universalbore
Magpie hopped from his perch and stood between the two. He looked to Grimm and his strange dark illusions, and pulled Juris from his sleeve, the long blade causing the winds to stir around him. He gave the armament a gentle wave in Grimm's direction and the illusions dissipated into the shining white gust. He now had understood why his head had gone fuzzy. "Grimm, dark magic is for the demons, not the comrades, hm? Birds like fun and games as much as any other, but not when they drive comrades to mutiny. End your hold of the people, or Magpie will see just how well you can fly hm?" he said, the threat cool off his tongue. The circle of wind around his head had continued to take the dark power and recycle it back into the Arcanus, leaving him the only one of sound mind in the nearby vicinity.
The bird looked to the fox and the young human. He approached slowly, his eyes calm and unfazed by the kindled's suddenly malicious form. He let go of Juris, and the blade instinctively shot to point its edge at Grimm, for safety purposes. The bird moved a sleeve-covered hand over the smaller one's head and white winds gently pulled the dark magic from his mind. His other hand went to the fox's face, and did the same. "Friends are fine, just a bad dream is all. No harm done."
Magpie turned back to Grimm, his gaze cold and beady like the unbiased eye of justice itself. "Does dark and looney wish to continue his games, or does a bird need to repeat himself?"
@Tronethiel7 @Universalbore