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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Dec 6, 2022 22:30:10 GMT -5
Hushabye Here the new thread. I thought I would start putting some stuff here since we have charries for the first plot. Birthday Demise A white witch gets their spirit guide on their birthday. After the ceremony, they find their soul attached to a demon of black magic. Sany- Paige Wiseman Hushabye- Caimyo (Bethelier or Hel) Dynamic Duo Character A and Character B are elementals, except their abilities are minimal at best. One controls water and air while the latter can control earth and fire. They could probably pull off a party trick like making a flame flicker or causing a ripple in a pond, but nobody really believes they have abilities. Some people are watching closely though. The trick to it is that Character A and Character B must be in close proximity to each other in order to access the full potential of their abilities. Only they have never met, that is until they go to the World’s Fair. In completely uncoordinated events they end up in the same locality when a small group of people tries to kidnap both of them! They manage to escape due to the stronger manifestation of the elements but they are left with more questions then answers. Were they being kidnapped for their abilities? The attack was planned and deliberate, who and what is safe? Sany- Estella 'Lolita' Merced Hushabye- Pryderi Gwyther
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Dec 6, 2022 22:47:13 GMT -5
Also I'll get my white witch up maybe.... tomorrow? We'll see if I'm lucky. Here's a snippet though  Paige Wiseman- Troubled - Self-conscious - Perfectionist Actually, I might change this part later  Don't put your trust in me. |
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 6, 2022 23:56:16 GMT -5
Same here-
><" I got sick and spent all of yesterday in bed but I'm feeling a bit better today
Also, Pryderi is my candidate for 'Dynamic Duo' ^^
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 7, 2022 1:44:53 GMT -5
I can give an overview too!
Glasolas - Arrogant . Aloof . Irreverent
- Puts up a front to suit his rank and role but secretly hates his various demonic obligations.
Caimyo - Stoic . Fickle . Coolheaded
- Surprisingly not very evil, but he is callous and pragmatic.
Naverius - Conscientious . Chivalrous . Cunning
- The least demonic of them all. Doesn't care what others think, however, and wishes to use his power to the benefit of others.
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Dec 7, 2022 22:13:11 GMT -5
Oh darn. It’s funny because I even remember telling myself that was the wrong plot, but I put it here anyways. Could you tell I was tired? I’ll fix that right away.
Oh no! Theres a lot of sickness going around where I’m at. I had a student gone for 1 ½ weeks because he got sick twice in a row! I hope you are doing better.
Paige Wiseman
Paige is an uneasy type of girl and it shows in her small tendencies, probably developed from years of bad luck. Short nails and raw lips are the most common hazards of nervous chewing that occur when she's at a low. Soft spoken and nurturing, it is easy for Paige to be overlooked and unheard, but that fact doesn’t bother her much. As a people pleasing perfectionist, she’d rather not share about her troubles, only shove them down a dark hole. None the less, Paige is excellent at being good, even if it is only to impress those around her.
With a set of large blue downturned eyes and a solemn expression, Paige is known for her sad puppy dog look. Her hair is a thick sunny blonde that parts down the middle and kisses the tops of her shoulders. The only blemish on her face is a dash of a scar on her right cheek but its only noticeable when she removes the round frames of her glasses. Her height and attire are pretty mediocre; with a stout 5'6" measurement usually sporting simple and inconspicuous clothing.
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 8, 2022 6:51:43 GMT -5
It's no problem~!
Oh, are you a teacher? If so, that's awesome! I've only ever taught kids over the summer a few times but I have immense respect for educators~
Thanks, and I hope things clear up there as well!
Okay, I'm deciding on Caimyo! He'll be annoying for a bit because once he gets paired with Paige he'll be like "jackpot!" Lol
He's trying to be a Good Boi™- at least for a while
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Dec 8, 2022 21:49:04 GMT -5
Fixed, updated, ready to roll!
Yes, I am a teacher! And thank you, that's very sweet. <3
XD And Paige will be like "why do all the bad things happen to me." *Fake smile*
Okay, got things posted and updated... wait I will bring Estella over here and add a description so you have something to go off of. But do you want to go halvsies? You start one and I'll start another? And if so, which would you prefer to start?
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Dec 8, 2022 22:37:41 GMT -5
Estella 'Lolita' Merced
-Aloof - Clumsy - Friend to everyone
Easygoing and aloof, Estella rarely finds the struggles that others do in life. Maybe its a glass half full philosophy or maybe it's naivety. She doesn’t bother herself with petty arguments or judgements of others. Include her sunny disposition and Estella finds making friends quite easy but it tends to be her crutch. Popularity and friends stand to prove worth to Estella who refuses to face the one thing that scares her the most, being alone. She prefers to be called Lola but close friends call her Lolita.
Estella has a latina background which could be assumed with her sun kissed olive skin and dark hair and eyes. Her face has a round shape and is usually carved to perfection with makeup. Although she likes to keep up with what's popular, Estella also enjoys more comfortable attire and will always dress towards her comfort. With a height of 5’5” and a healthy appetite, it is not hard for Estella to maintain a curvy silhouette, one which she embraces to the fullest.
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 9, 2022 0:08:01 GMT -5
Okay! I think I'll start 'Dynamic Duo' because Caimyo technically comes a little later/after Paige's birthday
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Dec 10, 2022 13:08:43 GMT -5
Chatter and buzz always followed an 18th birthday. The wonder and curiosities filled everyone on the mystery of a spirit guide. Although Paige tried, she could not get herself to be swallowed up by the same amazement. Instead, she was worried. And Paige worries about everything but she was especially anxious about this day. There were so many what ifs? What if she messed up the ceremony? What if something terrible happened to her today? What if she didn’t have a spirit guide? Would she end up like Tamsyn, the one witch she knew who never got one? Maybe Paige would join her at the bakery and make simple cakes all her life. With the luck of a black cat, it seemed only logical to think of the possibility. “They were exactly what I needed.” “Like my other half.” “She’s perfect for me.” Words of other’s whispered through her blonde head. Everyone got a spirit guide that they needed. She wasn’t really sure how that all worked because who decided? What did she need? Paige could never answer that question, but like an itch that needed to be scratched it tended to linger in the back of her mind. A heavy sigh rustled the petals of the sweet woodruff she had plucked as her offering. It didn’t matter, her family was expecting a lot from her and she just hoped to fill their shoes. Paige stood alone in front of old iron arches. Her father had come along, but the ceremony had to be performed by herself. White chalk in one hand and flowers in the other, she walked down the path to a sacred forest. White witches commonly got a spirit related to nature and being surrounded by it made it easier to summon them. Her family was full of nature spirits, it would only be assumed that she would have one too. The path ended in a circular slab of stone, smoothed and polished to perfection. With chalk, she was to draw 7 sigils and present her offering in the middle. It almost felt wrong to draw on such a monumental stone but afterwards it would be cleansed, just as she had been before entering the space. For a moment she thought about her brothers and wondered how they had felt in this space all by themselves. They were much stronger and braver than her, had they felt scared too? “There’s nothing to worry about.” She assured herself, repeating the words of her father just before she left him. Intrusive thoughts continued to remind Paige that there was plenty to worry about, so she repeated the phrase with each sigil she drew; focusing on the task rather than her emotions. She had a reputation to uphold which meant no chickening out. Paige continued to the altar, where she knelt, careful not to press the white fabric of her dress into the ground. Blue eyes observed the work in front of her, ensuring that it was perfect, precise, and exact. The bubbling feeling of anxiety was nothing new to Paige. Why was she so afraid of something that hadn’t even happened yet? No matter how many times she wrestled with it, Paige could never pin the fear. Her last thought before beginning the incantation was that her spirit guide could put her at ease. Oh, and one last worry for the road. Would they be happy to be with her? Who would want an anxi-? Paige cut her thoughts off. Closing her eyes and stilling her body, she began “Animam praesente et spiritum reperi. Cito quod me vocat.”
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 13, 2022 16:40:47 GMT -5
[ sorry, still sick. But I'll try to write tonight or tomorrow! ]
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Dec 13, 2022 22:10:40 GMT -5
No worries. I've been sick too. Dang cold  }} |
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 17, 2022 8:13:09 GMT -5
< CAIMYO >
- The cellar is momentarily filled with nothing but the crackling of dying embers and rhythmic whisk-whisk-whisk of his tail scraping against ancient stone. Each movement cuts deeper into the granite. Each swing symbolizes the shortening of his patience as he looks down his patrician nose at the vermin prostrated before him. At the moment he can find no other way to properly convey how disgusted he is at the display, wine-dark gaze sliding briefly toward the bloody offerings backlit by another small flame. On any other day, perhaps the demon could have exercised more patience when it comes to the exhaustingly expected greeting. He is aware of what and who he is. His reputation precedes him. Yet today is unlike any other that he has been forced to live through.
An especially stubborn...itch had taken up residence in his chest almost as soon as he'd opened his eyes. It flared and waned like a tiny flame, but didn't burn or do more than irritate him. Greatly. It was the nagging superstition that something wasn't quite right. Something had been missing, and he was only realizing that now. It even seemed to have direction, pulling him this way and that despite his mulish attempts to attend to the minutiae of his day cycle. Caimyo is possessed of rather solid self-control. He prides himself on the fact, which only makes this urge to...abandon his duties even more offensive. Too stubborn to even attempt to find the reason behind his sudden affliction, Caimyo simply resigned himself to finishing off the day one wrong word short of a deluge.
He hadn't actually paid any attention to the squirming worm's pleas or platitudes. Perhaps he had sacrificed the neighborhood pets for some higher purpose. Caimyo didn't care to know. In such a volatile state, the mere presumption of a summoning offended him, as if he had somewhere better to be. The boy shrieks as Caimyo calls upon his elegant obsidian blade and thrusts it into the coals upon which he stands. Water bubbles up from the gouge in the earth, rising rapidly as his petitioner scrambles to his feet. He ignores the flurry of questions and demands, the brat growing frustrated enough to attempt to yell in his face. Caimyo reads his intent before he can properly do so and merely shifts his gaze, pinning the whelp in place. "Desist." He hisses the word through his teeth, fingers flexing as he makes an aborted attempt to rub at the tiny flame within his chest.
"Your offerings are denied. Seek absolution here within these waters."
Is his commonly used way of declaring that one will be drowned as penalty for wasting his time.
Already weary of yet another botched play at salvation, Caimyo had intended to return to his quarters and ponder his next move brood when the abnormal spark abruptly became an inferno and he was rudely pulled toward another summoning. Though he deemed it ungracious for its suddenness, the sensation was more akin to a light but insistent tug. The demon refused to acknowledge this, however, and already had another drowning in mind when he burst into being upon a stone that fairly hummed with white magic.
It was so strong that even the embers commonly associated with his summoning were immediately doused. Strangely, the wilted flowers that bloomed and died upon his horns, wings, and tail opened up and regained a brighter shade of crimson in response. That nagging flare...stopped. Or dimmed. It's absence sparked his ire yet again, as he was finally confronted by the source of his disquiet.
Caimyo's pointed tail flicked like an angry cat's as he glared down his nose at the pale girl kneeling before what appeared to be some form of altar. Harsh words were ready on his tongue before he actually took note of his surroundings and the white magic perfuming the air. This gives him pause.
She appears just as surprised to see him as he is to learn that her magic is the antithesis to his, making the chance that this was intentional highly unlikely. This must be a botched summoning of sorts. Whatever jinx or spell that had been placed on him thrust him into the crossfire of what was likely an innocent ritual. Caimyo softens at this realization, and kneels so as not to appear so imposing.
"My apologies for interrupting your-" his gaze slid from her face to the familiar sigils at his boots. "-spirit guide?" |
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 17, 2022 8:13:53 GMT -5
[ Here's something, finally! Hope you feel better soon~ ]
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Dec 17, 2022 23:48:43 GMT -5
Thanks I am feeling better already}}
Paige Wiseman--
A disgruntled visage, lashing tail, and a heavy aura was the farthest from Paige’s expectations. Nature spirit? Paige pushed up her glasses and studied the being in front of her. Definitely not. The lush flowers had dared to throw her off but the electric air of black magic didn’t. She froze when she wanted to shrink, with surprise as a mask. This place was cleansed and Paige had never touched black magic, this had to be a mistake. Her emotions were a wave, pushing forward to the beach of relief then rushing away to the sea of uncertainty. Back and forth. She had summoned… someone. But that someone was a demon and he looked ready to yell. On the bright side, She wouldn’t end up like the baker. But it would take a while to prepare for a second ceremony. She could be the daughter her family needed. But she could never be her brothers. The tide preferred to stay out rather than in. What if Paige couldn’t summon someone a second time? What if it was a different demon? Or the same demon? Paige braced herself for a chastising, avoiding eye contact and accepting the consequence of her mistake. An apology tingled at the tip of her tongue. Her breath hitched in her throat, probably from holding it too long. Her bottom lip was cracked and bruised from todays worries; still she sucked it back in for another go. The risk of it bleeding did not out weigh her need for it as a coping mechanism. A wash of disappointment and embarrassment colored her face. “I-it’s- I messed up, didn't I? I’m so sorry.” Going in for another glance, Paige realized he had softened his approach and was apologizing to her as well. Everything about this demon was unexpected. Her blue gaze followed his, down at the sigils, tracing every line. It had been perfect. It still was perfect. “I was summoning my spirit guide.” She was confused if she needed to clarify with the way his statement turned to a question. Fingernails were next on the list of self inflicted damage, gnashed at by teeth, even though there was hardly anything left to chew. It had been a particularly hard day and her body took all the fallout. Almost like a drug, she needed it to process and think about what was happening. Paige had perfected every stroke of chalk, pronounced the words to a T, and done every single other thing for the ceremony with precision. Maybe the error was that there was no error. The pit of her stomach agreed. Her logic on the other hand blared red, while desperately patching holes in a sinking ship. A single question built the wall between mind and instinct. “Since when?” Since when did white witches get paired with demons? It wasn't possible. Collecting a breath, pressing her left palm into the cold white washed stone of the altar and gripping her woodruffs with the right; Paige convinced herself to ask. "Is that you? A-are you my spirit guide?" With a small gesture she lifted the flowers up slightly, offering them to the demon. It was her offering anyways, probably incredibly silly to a demon who was usually summoned with something monumental. Like a life. There went the lip again, as Paige fretted that she would be asked to give something more. Maybe he would just laugh, call her naïve and leave. Or maybe Paige was right and the fates had decided to use her in some weird twisted joke.
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 18, 2022 2:22:17 GMT -5
< CAIMYO >
- "I...do not believe you to be at fault." His low voice is a bit stilted in its reassurance but no less genuine. Not wanting to mar her work, Caimyo merely taps the space above her chalk sigils. "These have been impeccably inscribed and-" he briefly sticks his tongue out from the side of his mouth, tasting the air. "-the intent in the magic hasn't been corrupted. It's remarkably pure, in fact..."
Caimyo's ire has all but vanished, now replaced with that scholarly curiosity that he rarely gets to indulge. How curious! In modern speak one might call this a 'crossing of wires'...Hm, well. Perhaps if he had been summoned by two significant sources of magic at once. When he dissociates to focus on any other potential draws however, he finds that no link is as powerful as the fledgling one this stone altar is attempting to force upon him. That bothersome spark likely originated here, then. Some form of premonition as he is wont to have.
The demon appraises the blonde before him once again, taking in the pristine dress and carefully arranged tresses that contrasted with the poor state of her lips and nails. There was clearly a great deal of stress surrounding this ceremony, he almost feels bad to have crashed it. Surely he can make it up to her, however. If only she'd stop avoiding his gaze...
And then she does. Taking the initiative to tentatively present her offering of tiny white blossoms in a gesture that momentarily shocks him into stillness. Caimyo has never once been given flowers, let alone as a form of payment for his services or summoning. It's an entirely novel experience, though he supposes it goes well in hand with the bizarre nature of the meeting.
"Also known as 'lady's lace' or 'wild baby's breath', the sweet woodruff is commonly seen as a symbol of humility and once believed to guarantee success on the battlefield...hm. Fitting. I accept."
Caimyo extends a gloved hand to carefully accept the bundle of sweet-smelling flowers. They're accompanied with a tingle of pure magic that he ignores in favor of tucking them into a pocket within his cloak. He will have them moved to a vase later.
"I see no other standing here, so we have reason to believe that I am, in fact, your spirit guide. If anyone would like to object, I invite them to challenge me here and now." He doesn't sense any other souls nearby, but on the off chance that he has botched her summoning, Caimyo isn't opposed to sending away whatever spirit he'd superseded. This is an opportunity he may never come across again and he fully intends to capitalize on it.
His tail gives a pleased swish when he remains uninterrupted. "I admit that I am not entirely familiar with the nature of your ritual, does it end here or shall I also provide an offering?"
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 18, 2022 2:23:34 GMT -5
[ that's good to hear! ^^
Also, Betty is a ~nerd~ lol ]
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Dec 21, 2022 10:00:44 GMT -5
I love that lol }}
Paige Wiseman--
“You think so?” A downward smile flitted across her lips at the recognition. "Anybody can write something nicely with a little practice though" Months of practice. The magic part was all heart and soul. Paige didn't have any defense against that. Still, she wasn’t one to just take a compliment, no matter her efforts.
From the ground, Paige could easily observe his mannerism and the sudden bouts of stillness humored her. She was not the only one caught off guard by this experience, which was simultaneously humbling. A more genuine smile pulled at her lips with his knowledge of the flower. Her fondness of the white blossoms ran deep, but the symbolism still stood for its purpose. A symbol of herself and a little good energy for luck, although the latter was still yet to be proven. Maybe it was better intended to find a friend where you need one. "Impressive." She commented with a twinkle before registering his acceptance.
"Wait, really?" It was more a whisper of befuddlement than a real question. Her hand, now empty, clutched the other. Fingers clambered down her wrist to fiddle with a simple chain bracelet. Her shock stemmed from the ease of his answer. Personally, Paige would’ve pondered, perpetually perhaps. She didn’t push it though, her luck was thin as ice anyways.
It was her turn to stiffen as he proposed into the woods. The knot in her stomach swayed with the beating of her heart. A special emotion somewhere between anticipation and apprehension somersaulted around. No one answered. Even the breeze held its breath to silence the whispering leaves. "It’s just you." She confirmed when there was no interruption. This wasn't anything like she was told or imagined but she wasn't going to let it slip by. There were too many what if’s and Paige needed this. Better to just accept it.
Luckily for him, Paige was well versed in the happenings of this ceremony. “That’s okay. I won’t take that into consideration of your qualifications.” Her teasing was matter of fact and said with the same easy smile. Unsure if joking was appropriate, she was keen to his reaction with a rectification ready. Silently, Paige gripped her dress to restrain herself from biting her nails again “But, no. You are offering me something. Guidance." She corrected softly
"There is one more step to do though, an oath. It kind of finalizes everything. Almost like a binding." Paige finally stood from the ground. She had given herself enough time to recover from the summoning to be steady on her feet. "I'll teach it to you. But first, I need to know your name."
On light unhurried feet, Paige rounded the altar to close the distance between them. It was rude to ask and not provide. "I'm Paige, Paige Wiseman." In attempt to dislodge any collection of magic, she swiped her pale hand through her dress a few times before offering it.
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 24, 2022 5:18:47 GMT -5
< BETHELIER >
- "Humility, mm?" He repeats with amusement. Caimyo had already assumed that her choice in offering was a personal one, but it was all but proven when she brightened after he remarked on the nature of it. Her compliment quickly turned to confusion however, which is understandable. She likely expected the demon to leave in disgust or outright harm her. Many in his position would. A lone witch in a secluded location...The aura from repeated white magic in the area may deter lesser demons, but anyone of Caimyo's caliber could likely shrug it off long enough to do some harm.
The thought bothered him, and he frowned down at the blonde who was only watching him with mild awe. Caimyo no longer took much pleasure from instilling fear in others, but that didn't mean that he should be bereft of it.
From her mild responses, he could only assume that the witch had never met a demon before. Or perhaps he came across as too humanoid in this form, and that led to unconscious familiarity. He didn't look particularly devilish even before one took the feathered wings and perpetually blooming flowers into account. She likely only marked him for what he is when she felt the irate flaring of his mana- called miasma when emitted by demons.
They are to have a working relationship and so he does not want to taint it with fear or distrust, but it concerns him that she is...taking this in stride, he supposes. Demons are not to be trusted- in fact, it's best to avoid engaging with them if possible. He is the exception in this case, so he supposes this important survival detail can be stressed upon at a later point in time.
It is encouraging, at least, to see her smile as she gently teases him on his lack of spirit guide summoning knowledge. In any other case the fact would rankle- Caimyo hates not knowing things, but the witch having something she can control in this situation puts her at ease and so he lets it slide. The demon doesn't quite return her smile but his tone is lighter, with a wry twist. "My thanks."
"Guidance..!" Caimyo echoes, brightening considerably. His tail gives a pleased little swish, and there's a brief flutter to his thrush's wings. "Oho? That I can certainly deliver on. It can be considered my specialty." He boasts, lips curving in a fanged grin. "I know the language and voices of all things. I can tell you of events passed and to come. There is no one better than I to serve as spirit guide! It's a wonder that I have yet to be appointed one in the first place~"
It is in the midst of his preening- instinctively fluffing inky petal-strewn feathers- that his mind catches up with all he has said, and the tone in which he said it. "Ah. Ahem." Caimyo sheepishly avoids blue eyes and coughs into his fist, ostensibly to clear his throat when he is truly hiding the spreading rosiness of his cheeks. He hadn't meant to bluster on like some upstart with something to prove. Admittedly, he must be more excited about this new role than he thought. How unseemly...
Caimyo reflexively busies himself with tightening his gloves. "My apologies for carrying on, do continue."
He followed her with his eyes as she rose and approached the altar, shifting so that they were more directly facing each other. The degree of white magic surrounding them is impressive, restricting even his movements to the point where he doesn't yet bother to leave the luminous stone. It would seem that the 'binding' must be completed first.
"Paige Wiseman." Caimyo repeats slowly, a pensive cant to his head. First the flowers, and now her hand. This too he accepts delicately, holding her smaller fingers in his.
"Caimyo is my True Name, and perhaps the one to be used for your oath. Afterward you must address me as 'Bethelier' unless you wish to give me insight into your mind."
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 24, 2022 5:21:03 GMT -5
[ His namecard is changing because he's "Bethelier" to Paige and "Caimyo" to everyone else~
Also, kinda like a 'fun fact', Caimyo's powers & aspects come from info on his counterpart in the 'Ars Goetia'. I'm just expanding on them a bit, or being more particular at least~ ]
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Dec 27, 2022 0:13:42 GMT -5
I know this is late but, Merry Christmas!
That was a mighty big fun fact by the way. I'm dumb so I had to google that and went down a rabbit hole, I learned more than expected. Hah!
I'll probably have something up tomorrow.}}
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Dec 27, 2022 21:06:21 GMT -5
Paige Wiseman--
If Paige were to give this day a name it would be “The Day of Many Firsts”. It was her first day being 18, her first time meeting a demon, her first time doing a solo ritual. The list continues but these were forming to the be the most significant. Of course, meeting a demon was far from being on her agenda. Merely hearing and learning about them differed from being with one in the flesh. Let alone, having them as a spirit guide.
A charitable amount of consideration centered around her family. She was apathetic towards the possible outcome of herself over the reputation and bereavement of her parents. In other words, Paige wasn't taking it lightly. Even though accepting a demon as her spirit guide could lead to disownment, at least no one could comment on her inability to summon something. Nor would they dare suggest her parents ability to raise a strong witch. Although that may not be true at the moment, if one day Paige got it together, her magic could be a force to reckon. One day.
Between the witch and the demon, their repelling energies were daunting to say the least, but up-close, Bethelier was much more intimidating. Teeth continued to pull at cracking skin as framed blue eyes dawdled in different places. First his shoes, then their meeting hands. With at least 4 inches on her, Paige was forced to look up to his hair, horns, flowers, and finally the marking on his forehead. It was here she wavered. As if his proud list of skills and stature didn’t say anything about his strength, this did. Someone else might have laughed at themselves for joking with a demon of such status, but Paige felt something akin to a cold sweat. He had brushed it off and she was still alive, that was all that mattered.
Paige had given him a moment of grandiloquence without interruptions. Although, typically a good listener, she felt a bit blasted with information so she recapped at his name. She cleared her throat. Remembering to breathe was difficult while balancing listening and forming words. “S-so, its Bethelier.” Unbalance crept upon her with the hand in his seeming too limp while the free one strangled the white fabric of her dress. “And you are a… language expert? And a sort of soothsayer? Would you say that?” It was a valuable set of skills indeed. Although she wasn’t so keen on the mind entering part. Not like she had anything to hide, except an overwhelming since of guilt.
Recalling her hold from his was suppose to be a smooth motion but it happened more jerkily than Paige had hoped. “Sorry.” A reflexive whisper entered the space between them. “Anyways, this is what you do.” Whisking past her uncontrolled motion, Paige balled a hand into a fist leaving only her fifth digit, the pinky, erect. These types of promises were a big deal, because not upholding your end came with consequences. “This shouldn’t…. ummm” Paige thought better of her comment “You’ll get a marking here. It's unique for everybody.” Gesturing to the inside of her wrist, she didn’t want to make any suggestions for the outcome of this. Coupling similar magic was never painful, many described it as warm wash but this circumstance was quite different. All expectations were out the window.
“You can repeat after me then?” Joining pinkies, the witch began, pausing between phrases for him to parrot her. “A promise, a promise, a promise… Honest guidance we manifest…My finger and yours… Be earnestly sworn… I join you, Caimyo, in a promise.” This was her favorite part. Between her and her brothers, she had done phony pinky promises a million times. Some were short lived, others long lasting, but they were all over stupid trivial things. Her “Day of Firsts” list lengthened with her first serious promise, and her first one with a stranger.
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 1, 2023 16:56:22 GMT -5
[ You're not dumb! it's kind of obscure haha~
happy new years! Sorry for the delay, my brother got me sick again ><" I'll try to get a reply up today! ]
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 4, 2023 5:02:08 GMT -5
< BETHELIER >
+ The witch is clearly trying to gather herself, rallying in the face of such an unexpected turn of events. She seems the type to value routine- And Bethelier would like to respect that by reigning himself in somewhat so as to appear less demonic- but he also struggles with seeming too innocuous and thus giving his kind a better reputation than they deserve- and somewhere in the midst of this an ego that he works hard to bury rears its head in the form of a nigh-affronted click of the tongue.
'Me? I? A soothsayer and 'language expert'! What a trite oversimplificati-' "Ahem."
"Y-yes." He is not a good liar. Bethelier's carmine gaze briefly travels from hers. "Precisely so. A suitably inoffensive set of skills for a white witch such as yourself." He supposes that he cannot help selling himself a little. Truly, she is fortunate to have tied herself to him and not an abjectly unsavory sort like Glasya. There is no redeeming qualities in one called the 'Architect of Bloodshed' or whatever inane title he chose to tout. Hmph. The thought is accompanied by a little preening fluff to his feathers.
Bethelier notes her whispered apology with a twitch of his tail, but doesn't acknowledge it in favor of observing intently as she shares knowledge previously unknown to him. He shadows her in linking their pinkies, and echoes words that are only vaguely familiar. He thought this chant might include the threat of "sticking a needle" in one's eye but now isn't the time to debate consequences, he supposes. And perhaps it's that cocky upstart in him, but Bethelier has no intention of failing to deliver on his promises, whatever they may be. He intends fully to follow through with this role of 'spirit guide'. It is an unexpected boon and much more reliable path to absolution. What's more, it can't possibly be very difficult if mere nature spirits could do it. Ha! He almost wishes there were more of a challenge.
As they neared the end of the binding, Bethelier noticed a winding surge of his scarlet-tinted miasma burning up his extended arm. His particular brand of magic is unobtrusive and at first appears only peripherally dangerous, like the well-placed web of a venomous spider or misleadingly still waters. Whatever reaction it would have to the purity of an acolyte like the one before him was met with anticipation- he'd have to record his findings at their earliest convenience-!
Once the ritual had set, the demon gently released her to inspect his hand with interest. He could indeed feel an almost disquieting sensation on his inner wrist, whatever mark hidden by his glove. His magic and that spark in his chest- they were connected, in some way. It felt strange. He cannot quite recall the last time he'd blended magic with another...no, that wasn't quite true. He'd simply rather not.
This time, at least, is in the faintest way. Even Paige's magic- he supposes he should refer to her by name rather than with 'little witch' as he had in his head- seemed to be making excuses for its existence. It didn't come in the form of a large change, just a greater awareness of her presence and location. He suspects that she may be able to call to him without the use of summoning circles or rituals now.
Bethelier idly stretches his second, smaller pair of wings and shifts so that he's now lounging more comfortably on the altar. He took secret pleasure in the way that its hum of white magic became a low simmer of some equivalent to disdain. He could now move more freely and with the more important step of their interaction out of they way, they could now address the 'elephant' in the summoning circle, so to speak. Paige didn't openly find issue with his fiery blood but it was entirely possible that Someone in her circle might. Such an event would make his job needlessly complicated, and so:
"You are quite cavalier to readily make a promise to a demon, even one such as myself. Can I expect your family to be as equally...open-minded? Regardless, I have a diminutive form to serve as a witch's Familiar. A thrush that could pass as a forest spirit, if need be. With your aid I could also mask the nature of my magic."
He ends on a upturn to his voice, almost a question. He's interested to hear her thoughts on the matter. With how determined she seemed, Bethelier wondered if Paige also had something to prove. To be able to look a surprise devil in the face and continue on with whatever plan she'd had for the night...he could respect it even though he wanted to chastise her for it in the same breath. |
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 4, 2023 5:03:41 GMT -5
[ sorry sorry! Turns out strep throat is ~highly contagious~
Also, Beth is like "so I'm hearing Ride Or Die" 🤔 ]
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Jan 13, 2023 21:54:05 GMT -5
Hey, sorry for taking so long. School started back up so I've been busy. I'll get something posted soon}}
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Jan 22, 2023 22:24:47 GMT -5
Hi! So sorry, my life suddenly derailed and I'm just not finding the time to start writing again. }}
Also, absolutely yes- in if for the long haul!}}
Paige--
His proud character was humorous to her, maybe because it was quite different then what she was use to. It looked a little like Paige had stepped on his tail with his subtle displeased response to her summarization. Yet, an apology was not presented because Bethelier seemed to bolster himself up anyways with an impressive ego. There was self-confidence and then there was pride, neither came to Paige as easily as it did for the demon in front of her.
Mixing their magic was a hesitant situation, Paige plundered forward anyhow. As Bethelier repeated the words, the feeling in her wrist switch from subtle warmth to an intense sting. It was only enough to encourage a sharp breath through the nose before it became a numbing sensation. Her own magic warmed her arm with a surge of energy. “There, pretty harmless for now.” Releasing his hand, she bound her other one around her wrist. It had hurt a little more than expected, but she wasn’t going to complain. Instead, Paige diverted her attention towards Bethelier, gleaning his curiosity at his own marking.
His willingness to swear himself to her struck her odd. From her understanding, demons made all kinds of sketchy agreements. It was at least worthy of noting that he didn’t bother to double check her. Not that he had made a mistake in not doubting her, perhaps she appeared as harmless as she actually was. Or maybe pacts were just second nature, her berth of demon knowledge was very limited and thus their culture was far from her understanding.
Paige made a sound, formed from the shock of his words. It resembled a laugh but was short and strained, never the less meant to relieve the tension. Her expression went from undersized hesitancy to confusion; with an arched brow, a sideways glance, and a taunt downward smile “Cavalier?” She flushed, unsure if he was calling her brave or stupid. “A..” For a brief moment, Paige thought to challenge him on the fact that he had done the same thing. She thought better of it and closed her mouth, continuing to nimble on her peeling lips, this time breaking the skin. Rolling the injured part into her mouth to conceal the blood, a bitter taste formed on her tongue. These kinds of occurring's were not unusual to her, but she didn’t want to alarm Bethelier.
No one had ever called her brave which left her at stupid. The latter was more fitting anyway but she didn’t know how to go about defining that without flat out putting an L on her forehead. A better choice was just to swallow it and move on. In turn she winced; either from her repression, recent injury, or the thought of her family. Whatever it was, Paige looked towards the ground to conceal it.
“That..., that is a good question.” She followed up about her family, gazing at Bethelier as he became more comfortable in the summoning space. “I think they will not be happy and I don’t know if I can make them understand.” Blue eyes trailed off towards the path out of the forest. Paige abstained from talking for a moment, processing what could be if she showed up at home with a demon. There were a million scenarios, and majority went unwell. "It’ll be fine." Her brushed it off, without even a half baked idea of how to go about facing her parents. Thankfully her new trusty sidekick Bethelier had something to contribute.
Paige nodded at his idea. “That could work.” An image of a small ornately spotted bird came to mind. Could a being as minacious as this reduce themselves down to a charming and petite bird? She couldn’t imagine it but now her own interest had grown. She didn’t know where to begin, but helping was her specialty, so the witch was more than eager to offer it. “What do I do to help?”
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 24, 2023 18:52:53 GMT -5
[ that's okay, I completely understand! ^^ You can just write when you can~ Also I had intended for Beth to be a blackbird-thrush but your post about him being petite changed my mind. Lol
Now he's tiny and cute because I think it'd be hilarious when he speaks with an unexpectedly deep af voice pffft
So he's officially a 'slaty-backed nightingale'! I've decided to give him some more bird-like traits too! So he likes to sing but is embarrassed about it, can be appeased with berries, and is territorial. He doesn't like other birds being around Paige and won't let anyone else touch him haha ]
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 24, 2023 18:55:40 GMT -5
< BETHELIER >
+ There was nothing else of interest to observe, and so Bethelier kept the witch in his peripheral so as to avoid pinning her with the weight of his attention. This changed at her strange response to his words, carmine gaze drifting from the sway of branches to the consternated furrow between her brows, and then to the twisting of her mouth.
"Cavalier?"
Ah, perhaps he misspoke. He cannot avoid the fact that he only partially meant it as a compliment...Nonetheless, Bethelier does not want to offend the witch he had sworn himself to; she had done him an immense favor by trusting in his sincerity. "Yes, you have done well to trust in me. Perhaps you would not have accepted my proposal if I had presented myself in any other way." He tried, but even that is a rather verbose way of saying that he believes she has good instincts...
He opened his mouth to say more but she did the same, and he waited for a reply only for Paige to look toward the ground instead, a brief flicker in the thread between them alerting him to the fact that she was injured. Bethelier's tail lashed as he sat forward, inspecting the blonde intently until the strange cant to her mouth and faint scent of blood clued him in to her likely biting her lip. Tch. He had upset her. The demon cast about for something else to say when she continued on to answer his latest question.
Though this allowed him to relax incrementally, he mentally berated himself for speaking too freely. He may have secured himself the ideal role in which to fulfill his vow, but it didn't mean that he had magically become a better...person. The archdemon must work harder to change himself. Starting with watching his invective speaking habits.
Bethelier only just manages to prevent himself from pinching the bridge of his nose when Paige's dejected, "I don't know if I can make them understand." Is nearly met with his reassurance that HE could. Through any number of ways...But that would be demonic. And he already had a solution.
She seemed to perk up at that, and he does the same.
"I already have an idea of your mana's nature," He holds up his marked wrist. "I just require a slightly higher sample in order the cloak my own with it. At first, it will feel like I am constantly siphoning from your reserves as I become accustomed to it. Never enough to harm, but it may be...noticeable. I predict that after seven days I will have enough knowledge of its markings to mimic its signature. Hm."
Bethelier tilts his head pensively, first knuckles resting on his chin. "If we practice pairing our magic together, I may be able to learn faster...That is a thought for another time, however. Perhaps we should not linger here and cause your family undue concern, yes?"
He curves his lips in what he hopes is a reassuring smile and shakes out his wings, drawing on the natural magic that suffused the air. It initially resists his call, but the innocuous nature of his spell eventually causes it to give as he covers himself in both sets of wings. The change is soundless but for the rustle of feathers and a small burst of garnet flowers- the demon emerges as a small charcoal bird with dappled feathers and unnaturally red beak and legs. His beak does not move as he speaks, his voice instead projected into the air, "Here, now. If you extend your hand to me and concentrate magic into your palm, I will emulate it and mask my nature."
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Feb 5, 2023 16:58:05 GMT -5
Thanks for understanding <3 }}
XD I was letting Paige make assumptions, but I love that! The territorial things is funny but also endearing, haha. }}
Paige --
Bringing her arms around to the front, Paige stared at the marking on her wrist. “Perhaps.” She breathed out in a sigh. Her thumb traced the raised skin that was still tingly. It was two inverted triangles and from the angle it was at, it reminded her of an hourglass. She hadn’t decided if summoning a demon was good news or bad news yet. She only knew that connecting with a demon was a perilous move.
The whipping sound of Bethelier's tail agitating the air shook her from her thoughts. It was expected yet unexpected. Of course their tie would alert him to even the slightest injury, but Paige was not use to that kind of connection with anyone. Her baby blues met his crimson only for her gaze to retreat as quickly as it had come. “Sorry.” Delicate fingers pressed into her lip. Pulling them away showed familiar rouged finger tips. Mentally, Paige lambasted herself for not taking more caution, but years of self destructive habits had a way of occurring subconsciously.
Listening to his explanation gave her time to stop her bleeding lip. She stewed over the idea that Bethelier would be siphoning from her. After summoning and binding, Paige had already used a lot of her mana but he seemed to have a decent idea of the procedure and Paige felt she could trust him.
“Okay, I can do that.” Mustering up some pseudo-confidence, she clasped her palms in front of her chest. “We can definitely practice later too.” That would probably be best for she knew they would find themselves in this pinch frequently. Her best smile faltered as her mind fixated on all the ways her life just became more complicated.
Agreeing with a single head bob, Paige patiently waits for the reveal. Only a gasp slips past her as his wings encase his figure and then where once stood a demon was now a bird. In a way, it appeared how she thought, small yet dark and- “Cute.” A pleasantly surprised smile revealed the tender spot on lip. “I-I mean that in -in -in a cool way.” She back peddled, her hands slid across her face to smother her expression, hoping she hadn’t offended him. In a brief lapse of headspace, Paige chewed on the stubs of a fingernail.
Although Bethelier's appearance changed, his voice didn’t. It was oddly amusing and it held less of an intimidating factor than before. His request reminded her of her most recent self reflection of bad habits. “Here.” She seized the opportunity to stop herself from another injury. Lowing her hand from her mouth, Paige squatted to be at Bethelier's level. It took only a few seconds of concentration for her mana to manifest. It was a sheer white and had a wispy flow like cotton candy being freshly pulled off the machine. Except this stuff was more potent and less palatable.
Paige poured her strongest into her hand, worried it would snuff out with the slightest breeze. At times her magic was a little unpredictable with her timid nature. “Is that okay?” Flicking her gaze between Bethelier and her palm, Paige searched for reassurance. Curiosity also brewed inside of her blonde head. She wanted to know how he would mirror her mana and when it was all over, where he would perch. Her experience with birds was minimal, but she was open to doing whatever he found comfortable.
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Don't put your trust in me.
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