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Post by Sparky on Aug 2, 2019 14:39:20 GMT -5
[ oooh I can't wait for an Eldred/Zach moment because they reacted in such opposite ways after their trauma.
and you'll get to see that soon I promise eek I need to get to writing ]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 2, 2019 15:02:25 GMT -5
[ oooh I can't wait for an Eldred/Zach moment because they reacted in such opposite ways after their trauma. and you'll get to see that soon I promise eek I need to get to writing ]] Ooh exciting I’d love to have Eldred connect in different ways with different members of the group x I see his character arc ending in him becoming almost a father figure to some group members and just generally figuring out it’s okay to care about people x I love Zach! Take your time with your writing though there’s no rush x I’m looking forward to it though) |
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Post by Sparky on Aug 2, 2019 16:50:04 GMT -5
[ the group is going to badly need someone to hold them together like that x3 ]]
Thanks! And believe me, I will. But only b/c I am forced to x_x
My family is packing rn and we also have to move our sister into her actual dorm room before the trip as well so r.i.p. what little free time I thought I had before ]]
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Aug 2, 2019 20:06:31 GMT -5
”Control, Sybil, you need to learn control!” With two hands covering her own, and glass cup floating centimeters above her fingertips, Sybil had her own eyes screwed shut. Though the magic flickered, in and out of existence, the cup wavering in the air.
“I-“ she almost wept, her eyes screwed shut in concentration, “Mother I can’t!” She cried out, the cup dropping to the floor and shattering into hundreds of shards. Debris scattered around, and Sybil cried out in frustration, backing away as it did so.
“Sybil-“ her mother started, but she whirled on her just as fast.
“No!” She screamed out, “I’ll never know magic like you mom! I can’t do it!”
Her mother looked angry for a moment, before dropping slightly before Sybil, brushing black strands of hair away from her face. “Sybil, you’re very powerful, more than your father and I, but those powers come with responsibility and a need for control. They are dangerous when used recklessly.”
“I know.” Sybil responded, retracting her hands to herself, black gloves ran up her arms, and her arms were crossed. “I’m trying.”
“Sybil,” Her mother said again, forcing Sybil to meet her gaze, “If you can’t learn to control, someone could die, someone will.”
Sybil nodded, her gaze locked downwards, glaring as she tapped her fingers, silence overcame.
“Take off the gloves.” Her mother commanded.
“What?” Sybil started, jumping back, holding her hands back, “Wha-No!”
“Sybil, do it!” Her mother snapped, and she froze, standing frozen as her mother walked over and plucked the gloves from her fingertips, careful not to touch Sybil herself. Her own eyes traced her own wrists, noting the darkened veins, and sickly pale color of her skin with a frown.
She jumped as her mother grabbed her hand, freezing, but her mother lead her into the main room, before grabbing a little statuette from a shelf and placing it in Sybil’s hands.
Sybil again, visibly froze, “Mother, this is very dear to you, what if I-“
“You won’t,” Elvira responded simply, and Leon glanced at the lion statuette, golden in color.
Sybil just stood there, staring at it, her eye full of fear, bright, and blue, but not innocent like a normal child’s. They were full of fear still, and foreboding.
“I shouldn’t be touching this mother,” Sybil commented, “It’s not right, I could...I could break it, or I could read it, and that’s not right-“
“Go ahead, it’ll be important.” Elira shrugged, “That is a Lion, modeled for the Lion that took Nemea by storm, a vicious lion, son of the moon, that was immortal and impervious to the efforts of mortals, no mortal cures for the Lion were known, that was, until Heracles came to Nemea, slaying the lion himself, yet out of the ten fingers he began the journey with, he lost one along the way, an example of sacrifice he had to make.” She began, eying her still daughter, “In some tales, it’s said a serpent allied Heracles on this journey, and in others, it’s noted that Heracles thought he knew how to defeat and skin the beast, but he did not. Normal arrows and swords could not kill the beast, the weapon of choice for skinning the lion hid within it’s own body all along, it’s claws were the weapon needed to skin it.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Sybil then questioned, raising a curious eyebrow at the fable, but carefully holding the statue.
“You are a Lion, my little Leonela,” Sybil’s face visibly twisted in disgust at her middle name, “But lions must be weary of those around them. Someone may perceive you as dangerous, such as Heracle’s and the people of Nemea did to the lion, they may accuse the lion of killing, of hurting, they may claim it must die. You must remember this Sybil, you are a lion, you hold great power, but you hold destructive possibilities.”
Sybil froze, a small flash appearing before her eyes, a memory of her mother’s, a boy, older, but similar in looks to Elira, laying in a bed, coughing, wheezing, and falling sickeningly still. He looked weak, but like he as in pain. Her head buzzed with two words, sudden, out of no where, as her vision returned to normal in an instant.
“Nemean’s Curse.”
The whisper faded back with her to reality, but the statue was already crumbling into pieces at her touch, cracks running through it as destructive energy ran through it, before the broken pieces cluttered to the floor, and Sybil backed up, numbly staring at it, her hand retracting her her chest again, a pain lit in her eyes.
“Was that you’re brother?” She asked, not addressing the item her fingertips destroyed.
“Yes, he was cursed, you see my dear, after a Lion is hunted so much, it comes back to haunt and kill in revenge, people who shouldn’t pay for that die, but the lion gets it)s vengeance, it lost everything to those who say it for a monster, so a monster it became, unleashing it’s powers on those of Nemea until Heracles slayed it.”
“That why they call it Nemean’s Curse.” Sybil started, the statement came easily. “It’s like me, right?”
“Yes, my dear, it is.” Elira whispered out, staring sadly at her daughter.
“I bright death and destruction.” Sybil stated bluntly, and Elira cringed, not responding. “And like Nemea’s Lion, a Heracles will slay me when the time comes.”
“I’m sorry, daughter, but destiny is very cruel...” Elira started, hugging her daughter to her. “The lion lost everything, and when everyone told the lion it was a monster for being what it was, it turned into the monster they expected. But the lion doesn’t have to be a monster, it can lead with pride, strong and proud, a problem solver, a helper. The future isn’t truly set in stone, it just depends on what the lion does when the time comes.”
“And what happens?” Sybil couldn’t help but ask.
“I cannot say more than this, Sybil, I can only say I know certain choices lie in store for you, and that you must respond in kind. The choice must be yours, but the solution isn’t always clear. The forest, above all else, is your friend, that is what you first must remember.”
Sybil snorted, her father was at the door coming in, ignoring the mess, and wearing a grim look. Elira mirrored it, before pushing Sybil out, drawing out gold coins and passing them to her daughter. “Go buy some herbs for the potions!” She ordered, before kissing the top for Sybil’s head, followed by Archimedes, before rushing Sybil along. “Love you, my lion!”
A grumble and “Love you too,” followed as Sybil trudged into the town, her gloves forgotten in her home, a sight that brought her mother to a smile for an instant before it dropped.
“It is time,” Elira noted, frowning deeply, “I can only hope she makes the right decisions...”
“Yes,” Archimedes agreed, hearing as the horse carriage and guards approached the small home, “I can only hope our little Lion runs before it is too late.”
(There is so much symbolism I cannot even...)
(Also, sorry for spelling errors.)
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Post by Sparky on Aug 2, 2019 20:42:15 GMT -5
[ that was amazing! I love a little clairvoyant ]
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Post by Sparky on Aug 2, 2019 23:29:15 GMT -5
After
They’ll never stop chasing you.
Zacharias tumbled into yet another alleyway, chest heaving and arms flying wildly at his sides as his feet guided him forward. His movements were sporadic, stemming completely from pure instinct and fear.
“Demon!” The word branded itself into Zach’s mind, unsettling him to the point of tears. Tears that streaked across his face and mixed with the blood from various gashes. He couldn’t breathe - he had been running for too long - but one thought kept him going.
They’ll kill you.
The rumble of shouts and grunts from behind him was growing larger, and Zacharias turned to see the crowd of about thirty or so people gaining on him. Most of them brandished knives or rakes or shovels- whatever they could get their hands on as they joined in on the hunt.
But the real threat was nowhere to be seen.
Zacharias rounded a corner, darting forward without comprehending that he had hit a dead end. He whirled around, facing his back to the brick wall that sealed his fate. His eyes darted frantically for an escape, but there was nothing. He had risked sprinting into this maze of alleyways in the market district, and now he was paying for it.
Well, shit.
The mob rounded the corner, and he heard their voices lift as they realized their victory. Zacharias narrowed his eyes, holding his palm out in front of him. Their movements slowed, but it wasn’t due to his telekinesis.
It was due to their fear.
The same fear that drove them to hunt him down. The same fear that had succeeded in outlawing magic years ago. It controlled them with an iron grip, and such impressionable people were dangerous.
Well, dangerous to him at least.
They didn’t want Zacharias gone, they wanted him dead.
“I’m pretty sure this is illegal, guys,” Zacharias said weakly, lowering his hand to rest on his knees. A few scoffs echoed in response, but his words did manage to quiet the roar of the mob a bit. A few seemed to look around amongst themselves, searching for…
A deep cackle ricocheted in the alleyways, and the tell-tale sound of horse hooves colliding with the cobblestone ground answered Zacharias’ fears. The hunter, massive in size and wielding an equally massive crossbow, parted the now silent crowd.
“Those are some bold last words, boy,” He said, idly aiming the crossbow in Zach’s direction. The gesture made Zacharias freeze. As if any movement he now made would be his last.
“Bold of you to think they were my last,” Zacharias responded. And though his breaths were staggered and filled with fear, they still dripped with snark.
Without much thought, Zacharias began to lift his arm in front of him.
Bad move.
The bolt lodged deeply into his left shoulder, drawing a gasp of pain from Zach’s lips. Blood began to stream from the wound, seeping into his shirt and coloring it dark. His vision blurred, and time seemed to slow as he dropped to his knees. An uproar of cruel cheers filled his ears, and Zacharias only barely managed to make out another crossbow bolt slicing through the air towards his chest.
That was all it took.
The bolt paused it’s deadly approach inches from the boy’s chest, and Zacharias plucked it from the air.
Silence.
A warmth emerged from his palm, illuminating suddenly in a burst of blue flames. The fire rage into the core of the weapon that he held, and not a second later it drifted away into ashes. Zacharias stood, and the cowards began to run.
Or maybe it was the intelligent.
“Run.”
The rest of the crowd vanished in mere seconds, tumbling over each other to get away. They abandoned their makeshift weapons, shoving and racing after each other as they disappeared into the maze of alleyways.
But the hunter remained, and it was the last decision he would ever make.
The flames engulfed Zacharias’ arms and crept into the air, moving and growing like the spindly tendrils of a cursed willow tree. Seemingly having minds of their own, they snaked across the ground, wrapping around the hooves of the hunter’s stallion.
“You really are a demon,” he said finally, a look of true horror plastered across his face. This man… this man who was raised to slay people like Zach, he was scared. It was evident in the way his tongue tripped over his words, and in the way his hands shook at the reins of his horse.
This isn’t you.
Zacharias closed his eyes tightly in pain. He was holding in too much, and the blue tendrils were getting angry.
He couldn’t control them.
A cry of surrender emerged from the boy’s lips, and he fell to the ground as the flames tore through the atmosphere. They expanded in all directions, gnawing at anything and everything in their paths.
Another cry sounded, and Zacharias was only barely able to make out a flaming figure in the distance as his body fell to the earth.
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BEFORE
Silence.
Zacharias opened his eyes warily, and dread flooded his mind.
He was back. He was back in that house and back in that memory… but why? His mind raced, and he tried to force his eyes to close once more. But it didn’t work, just as it had never worked before, whenever he was forced to relive this hell of a memory.
It was the Queste house, of course. Large and of great respect. Both of his parents were well known members of the high court, and they were together raising a young and reckless Zach. A boy who they never were able to watch grow up.
He was sitting upon the frame of his bed, laughing quietly in a room adorned with the various riches of a wealthy household. Even in the young boy's room, their family's wealth was extremely evident.
The night was old, and he sat there... completely mesmerized by the small blue flame which flickered between his fingertips.
Stop.
He wanted to speak. He wanted to scream and cry and fight back against it, but he was utterly helpless. Zacharias’ fingers didn’t respond to his commands, they simply swirled about lazily as the young boy meddled with his newfound gift.
Curse.
The small flicker danced about beautifully upon his palm, and the child couldn’t help but laugh. It seemed to have a mind of its own…
And then, all of a sudden, it jumped from his palm, landing upon a wooden floorboard near his bed. Zach’s eyes widened, and he yelped suddenly. The fire grew with unnatural speed, and in mere seconds his room was ablaze.
“Mom!” He was shouting, frantically calling for his parents to wake, but his voice was drowned in the sea of flames, and Zach could do nothing against it. Tears swelled into his eyes, and he screamed relentlessly as the flames darted beyond his door and down the hallway.
Lunging to his feet, the young boy raced out of his room. The blue waves seemingly bent away from him, parting as he made his way into his parents’ room.
But they still followed him.
They were awake now, awake and scrambling for their child. Zach’s father reached out for him, but immediately recoiled as he brushed against the boy’s skin.
“Zach...” He said, sudden realization spreading across his grim expression.
“Zacharias, you have to control this!” His mother cried, crouching down to wipe the tears from his face. She winced slightly as she did so.
Every precious last touch was painful.
“They’re hurting me, mom!” He sobbed, reaching his arms out for his mother. But she recoiled at his touch, and this only made him sob more. “Help me!”
A sea of blue flames washed over the room, fully igniting the house and turning it into a blazing light in the night. A rumble of thunder echoed in the distance, and following it a torment of water fell from the skies. Lightning flashed wildly, and the storm blew over the kingdom, over the house that was now crumbling to its foundations.
The Queste house, bright and brilliantly enveloped in blue flames that licked at the stormy sky.
A young boy ran from the scene, his clothes burnt and tattered by the fire. He disappeared into the night, seen by no one as onlookers gathered around the decaying home.
And so, with no other explanation to be found, the Queste house was left to collapse and burn completely under the careful watch of neighboring residents.
Two loving parents and one small boy, only six years old, had died in the flames. Nature’s cruel killer, a lightning storm, had struck their house in the middle of the night. It was a shame, really, but it couldn’t be dwelled upon.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 3, 2019 1:57:12 GMT -5
Oh my gosh both of those were brilliant and also sad and I loved it!)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Aug 3, 2019 2:00:57 GMT -5
(Very nice!)
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Post by Sparky on Aug 3, 2019 9:03:28 GMT -5
[ hehehe and now you can see why I was am so excited for an Eldred/Zach moment.
When Eldred's lost control of his magic, his wife ended up dying. And thus, he devoted the rest of his life to learning control.
When Zach lost control of his magic, his parents ended up dying. And thus, he ran away from it, vowing never to use his pyrokinesis again. And because his powers stem from his emotions, he learned to be reclusive and stoic. He never learned how to control his powers, he simply learned how to control his emotions(and that's why whenever he does use his pyrokinesis again he has literally no control).
I didnt really do Eldred justice there but I didnt wanna speak for a character that isn't mine x_x ]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 3, 2019 9:13:13 GMT -5
Nah it’s okay you did him justice x I feel awful for Zach but I definitely can’t wait for a moment with them two)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Aug 3, 2019 9:44:51 GMT -5
(Leon just tends not to touch things, if you notice on some posts, I emphasize her gloves. I’ve also tried to get the whole ‘she doesn’t touch anyone but Zelos if she has the choice’ and such is why she kind of pulled her ands away when Zach caught her after she jumped from the balcony.
Other than certain artifacts or items that are enchanted(by a spell, whatnot) she destroys things she touches, or she reads them. She doesn’t always wear gloves but like many magic users, her emotions then control her actions, so she tends to be snarky and get along with only Zelos, not for fear of hurting others, but because of her fear of being found.
I loved that Eldred and Zach post, I honestly loved them and I’m kind of inspired to write the other massive event that may relate to the future of the group.
Also...
From my earlier post with Sybil/Leon:
1: Certain roles were mentioned, like the slayer, the dead finger(out of ten)/the sacrifice, the lion, the serpent...etc. I already have ideas on who exactly those fit. Do not worry if your’s is not mentioned yet, not everything from the legend was mentioned in the post. There is still the little boy who met Heracles and told him of the Lion, Athena, who told Heracles how to skin the Lion, Heracles teacher himself, and others.
If you want, you all can guess who fits what role. ;3.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 3, 2019 10:05:12 GMT -5
Ooh I love the whole symbolism with that post I forgot to say! I’m not going to take guesses on the roles quite yet but I have some ideas x there are some roles in notmsure of yet so I’m gonna wait and see  I love Leon though. By the way do I owe a reply? I can’t remember) |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Aug 3, 2019 10:06:02 GMT -5
(I think so?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 3, 2019 10:07:50 GMT -5
Okay awesome I’ll work on it ) |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Aug 3, 2019 10:38:52 GMT -5
(Would anyone be interested in reading some backstory on Zander?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 3, 2019 10:59:14 GMT -5
When Leon looked around the room, obviously curious about the lack of care afforded to hiding Eldred’s books, he smiled lightly.
“It’s common knowledge in this palace that people don’t bother me. I may be summoned, but people don’t come in my study. As a rule, anyway. It lets me live in some semblance of peace.”
Of course what he neglected to mention was that he’d taken to his quarters far more in the last week or so, but Leon didn’t need to know that. It wasn’t relevant, or at least he personally didn’t really want her or anyone else knowing about his situation. He’d provided an explanation for why he was able to leave his books lying around in plain view and so that was all he intended to give.
“I have to admit it’s refreshing to hear some good sarcasm around here. Been a long time.” Eldred replied with a chuckle “but for the record, I’d say you barely fooled the guards and the guests, all of whom hardly have a brain cell between them.”
He smiled again at her comment about them needing her.
“Nobody is indispensable, but it is true that it’d take far more effort than I’m willing to expend to find someone else with your knowledge and abilities. So for all intents and purposes, yes, we need you. I’d wager you need us as well, or at least Zahavi and his parents. I’m not here to judge, take whatever payment for your help they’re willing to give.”
Of course he retained his suspicions of this girl, but he wasn’t here to judge or question motives. Of course she’d want payment for her help. Eldred simply wanted to make sure the throne and kingdom were secure before he died, a plan which seemed to have been thrown out the window with this whole curse thing.
“Now, a lot of things assumed to be legend have turned out to be real, but I had no reason to assume this tale was any different,” Eldred shrugged “and besides, there hadn’t been a case of Nemean’s Curse in such a long time. I had more pressing things to devote my time to.”
He raised an eyebrow, though, at her words about having already done the test.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot about my magical ability to predict the actions of total strangers,” the elderly man responded “I’d assumed you were as stupid as most of the people round here, but I’m now glad to see that doesn’t seem to be the case.”
Of course when he talked about stupid people that didn’t include Drusilla, or the king and queen. Or Zahavi, who wasn’t stupid, just more...childish, perhaps? But he certainly did see a lot of stupid nobles coming in and out of that palace.
“Well, perhaps I should have rephrased my question to ask if you knew where the cure was,” Eldred sighed “but anyway, a dangerous journey sounds about right. I hardly expected it to be a pleasant stroll. You’ll have to talk to Zahavi too, tell him what we’re looking for, where these ingredients are. He will want to know what’s going on, and I suppose it’s his choice on whether to look for a cure and who to send in search of it.”
He listened to her next words, shaking his head.
“No, the prince is not ready. I’ve been trying to prepare him for years and he’s still not prepared. He lacks the wisdom to rule. Our best hope is a search for a cure, no matter how dangerous. Not only for Zahavi but also for the protection of the kingdom.”
Again, what Eldred wasn’t saying was that he didn’t have enough time to properly prepare Zahavi. He only had a few months left, not enough time to prepare Zahavi to rule. He had to hope that the king and queen could be cured and that Zahavi would have enough time to mature and prepare for leadership.
(Sorry, this was short but I’m poofy)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 3, 2019 10:59:33 GMT -5
(Would anyone be interested in reading some backstory on Zander?) Of course!) |
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Aug 3, 2019 14:52:37 GMT -5
(( I'm so invested in reading about everyone. It's like a really good novel and I just want to know more. My old laptop bit the dust and I just got my new one delivered, so I can finally write now! Yay for being productive. ))
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 3, 2019 14:59:03 GMT -5
I’m so invested in reading about everyone too! I bet I’ll love whatever you write x
Is there anything else anyone wants to know about Eldred’s past?)
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Aug 3, 2019 15:02:09 GMT -5
(( I'd love to hear more about Eldred's past! ))
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 3, 2019 15:04:41 GMT -5
(Hahah thanks x to be honest I don’t know anything else about his past really but if there is anything people are wondering about him or would like me to cover I can try and do that x)
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Post by Sparky on Aug 3, 2019 19:43:03 GMT -5
[ yes I live for these backstories. ]
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Aug 4, 2019 16:38:49 GMT -5
(Since my original post for this apparently never sent here we go.)
Leon’s eye’s flickered across the room. Rule or not, she was shocked that no misplaced new maid ever came in the room, then again, he had the king and queen protecting him, so getting caught most likely wasn’t a worry of his.
Agitating, in a way, that he had such an easy life just because he advised some child. He got to be a magic user, most likely more open than most, and he simply had to baby-wait no, prince-sit.
Shaking off her agitation and momentary jealousy, she raised an eyebrow at his comment. “I’m not surprised, either way, magic can do wonders. Though I must admit, your guards seem suspiciously relaxed in regards to the king and queen’s state, if they were doing their job, I wouldn’t be in here right now. Even if I’m helping, someone else may not have been, the person who poisoned the king and queen could be long gone by now, or even more dire, perhaps still here.” She didn’t realize yet Howe close her guess would be, she only said the words carefully, “The prince may want to consider that.” She added.
Yes, the guards were either severely idiotic or didn’t care, and she didn’t know which one they were, though she was leaning towards the possibility of both.
“My only payment is a simple one, one the royals already have given to you. I don’t want it for just me, there are select ones that I want safety for. Those who feel like they are cursed due to their abilities, yes, we are cursed, but it is now our faults. Living in fear is more dangerous than having free reign. You know as well as I do that powers stem from emotions. Retained emotions eventually blow up.” She noted, it sounded like she knew that too well, and in a way she did. Not that she was about to tag ontonthe comment. “I only request that magic be longer outlawed. I can admit that under the rule of Valdera, some took magic too far, but that will always happen. Yet we must note all the terrible happenstances that have accrued during it’s reign of outlaw.”
She bit her tongue at his comment, “You are incorrect, sire.” She commented blandly, “My Mother once treated someone who was cursed,” her own brother, not she wasn’t adding that, “My mother too, was a magic user, I didn’t meet the man she attempted to help, he was too far gone, but my mother...told me about it.” More like, Keon saw it through the statue’s eyes, a link to her past-Uncle, a clairvoyant message. But that day always haunted her.
Zacharias was right, Powers we’re a curse, but she didn’t know of his pyrokinesis and his past, she knew of his helpful ability. She was confused by his agitation with it, a helpful power that could save. Leon was cursed, she had to be, but she long past accepted it. At least she wasn’t like her poor mother, who often had visions of possible futures, but was helpless to ever stop them.
His comment about sensing the future fit oddly well with her thoughts and she snorted, “My apologies, not everyone can be a fortune teller.” She commented blandly, though her eyes were narrowed slightly, “And it’s not a fact of not being as stupid as them, actually, yeah no, this kingdom is full of idiots, no offense to you, but that includes the prince.”
Sure, she could be killed for the comment, but she didn’t see herself as wrong. The prince was...selfish in her opinion, and the comment came off her tongue a bit unbidden, she didn’t bite it back though.
“Again, not a fortune teller, so I forgive your inability to know what to say, just read my mind next time,” she lightly teased, joking. But the smile wasn’t on her face still, “And talk to the prince, sounds fun, he better not bawl in my ears the whole time though. Time is precious, he wants to save his mother and father, he has to man up and listen, even if royalty isn’t used to such an act.” She was referencing the usual ‘Royals don’t take orders’, and making it clear that if she was helping, they would have to listen to her.
Again, she had no idea this eventual journey would consist of a truthseeking healer, grumpy old dying man, or the sassiest 100 year old child on Earth. She probably wouldn’t be calling the shots much then.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 4, 2019 16:46:19 GMT -5
(Oh I hate when the posts don’t send properly x
I’m probably gonna go to bed now but for sure I’ll reply in the morning!)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Aug 4, 2019 16:48:58 GMT -5
(So sad thing here that I noted.
Atlas daughter was killed by a magic user(who? I have a few sad ideas, like, for one, one of the creatures the group may have to fight)
Atlas’ brother killed Leon’s parents
If Atlas older brother is dead, Zacharias might have killed him(going off the Zach post and if Atlas’ brother is dead).
I highkey want to see Atlas try to kill Leon or Zach at one point for now apparent good reason?)
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Post by Sparky on Aug 4, 2019 17:24:44 GMT -5
(So sad thing here that I noted. Atlas daughter was killed by a magic user(who? I have a few sad ideas, like, for one, one of the creatures the group may have to fight) Atlas’ brother killed Leon’s parents If Atlas older brother is dead, Zacharias might have killed him(going off the Zach post and if Atlas’ brother is dead). I highkey want to see Atlas try to kill Leon or Zach at one point for now apparent good reason?) [ oh my God yes this has to be canon. Atlas' older brother was the hunter that Zach killed when he was 14 ] |
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Post by 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓮 on Aug 5, 2019 13:18:15 GMT -5
(So sad thing here that I noted. Atlas daughter was killed by a magic user(who? I have a few sad ideas, like, for one, one of the creatures the group may have to fight) Atlas’ brother killed Leon’s parents If Atlas older brother is dead, Zacharias might have killed him(going off the Zach post and if Atlas’ brother is dead). I highkey want to see Atlas try to kill Leon or Zach at one point for now apparent good reason?) [ oh my God yes this has to be canon. Atlas' older brother was the hunter that Zach killed when he was 14 ] (( Omg the drama is real and I love it )) |
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Post by Sparky on Aug 5, 2019 16:43:10 GMT -5
[ yep And then that would cause incentive for Atlas to attack Zach on the mission(but that part is totally up to Leo). ] |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 11, 2019 3:17:51 GMT -5
Damn I keep forgetting I owe replies XD feel free to badger me guys until I get replies up ) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 12, 2019 2:41:25 GMT -5
”Yes, I have noticed how lax the guards have been. They were stretched rather thin with the gala and all its guests tonight but I do also suspect some bribery was perhaps involved. The prince will, I’m sure, leave no stone unturned in finding out who did this. I know I shall.”
Zahavi just wasn’t ready to rule yet, but Eldred knew that the boy cared for his parents, and he was definitely the type who would seek to find the person responsible. Eldred also knew that he would prioritise finding a cure first.
“The boy will focus on a cure first, no doubt,” Eldred continued “rather than the search for the perpetrator. In which case I shall make sure a vigilant and trustworthy watch is set up here in the palace and that investigations are set up.”
He listened to her words about payment, nodding slightly as he considered them.
“It’s certainly something I could never convince the king and queen to do,” he admitted “it was too dangerous a political move. But now? I think such a thing could be allowed. If I could make the laws it would have changed long ago. If Zahavi takes the throne he will allow it, I am sure, provided that when he finds out about the nature of the curse it doesn’t turn him against magic. If a cure is found for the king and queen I’m sure they would grant your request as payment for your help.”
Her words about emotions hit all too hard for Eldred. He had to blink away images of his wife. He thought about her a lot, but he tried not to think about that final argument too often. It was too painful. He missed her - but then, he didn’t have to worry about missing her for too long, did he?
Her comment about her mother treating someone with the curse caught his attention.
“Hmm, a recent case of the curse,” Eldred murmured “that could be worth looking into. Perhaps there could be a link between that case and the perpetrator of this one.”
Of course, that did arouse some suspicion in Eldred of this girl, since there was clearly a connection between her and the both incidences of the curse. But he did not act on it yet because he had no proof. These were serious allegations and he wanted to be sure. Besides, he didn’t have any idea what this girl’s motive would be to poison the king and queen. He did not truly believe she was responsible, but of course he was considering it.
“I’m sure the prince will rise to the occasion, he’s a stubborn boy and so his mind, I’m sure, will be set on helping his parents. We should go and see him now,” he replied
And with that he once again led the way, heading back out of the room and heading to the infirmary, where they could talk to Zahavi and Drusilla.
(That was terrible, I’m sorry! I just wanted to get something up)
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