Elvario
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This RP is part of the Isekai Hell setting. It is open for new people to join, but considering the nature of the RP, it will only be upon request. Please let me know if you're interested and I can figure out how to have the intended character join in an organic enough manner.
What to expect out of character:
The RP is going to be a slice of life magic academy setting, mostly focussed on summoning creatures and on dealing with any possible aftermath. Possibly with some elements of romance and drama involved.
Due to the high number of participants, the posting pace will be limited every Wednesday and Sunday, likely in the morning (UTC+1). Characters are allowed to post more often between narrations rounds so long as any post after the first doesn't progress the plot and/or uses actions/abilities. The RP is intended to last 6-8 weeks.
There will be no narration between 21/06/2024 and 28/06/2024 due a planned vacation, meaning the rounds of Sunday 23/06 and Wednesday 26/06 will be skipped. Characters will be encouraged to have PC-to-PC interactions within that week whilst waiting for narration to pick back up.
What to expect in character:
One of the world's most famous magic academies, the Ethereal Luminary in the Grand Duchy of Roran, has decided for one of their classes to be a free-form program that can be joined by both those already studying at the academy as well as by those yet to be further involved with it.
The summoning class relies upon a key point the world's Ley Lines and summons things through an ancient ritual, allowing even those without a [Summoning] skill to attempt to summon beings from distant realms, so long as they have the [Magic] strong enough to use it and at least some basic [Arcana] knowledge.
Mentions & Goals:
Δstra 01
Kikimura
– Wait until she's summoned.
La Qzioah Taenebraia-Sol
Femboy
– Wait until she's summoned.
Diane Duste
NimbusWing
– Assist professor Anna (keep an eye on her not acting too childish), provide some historical context, gain some magic knowledge.
Phoebe Penrose
Clockwork_Magic
– Teach Aqua some magic and learn some new things herself as well.
Aqua
Spoiled Bread
– Become a real Aqua water mage.
Zohar
EMIYAman
– Figure out more about the world's supernatural forces.
Mad Maw
Garbage.
- Make some contacts and try to figure out her powers.
Desmond
Develius
– Figure out his [Compendium of Prehistoric Dreams] summoning book.
Ninelle Lifeblossom
SilverFeathers
– Help out Deliverance.
Deliverance
Elvario
– Improve his [Ethereal Luminary Student] grade by passing the Summoning Class.
Deliverance felt like he was at a loss. With his latest assignment being on summoning magic, he had no clue where to even start. Not even the academy's expansive libraries seemed to have a beginner course on summoning the ethereal. Ah, right, perhaps he'd made it far too difficult for himself by wanting to get an attempt to summon something ethereal, rather than just whatever was easiest. That said, why would he wish to summon anything that wasn't ethereal? Exactly. Not. As a result, he'd found himself going through the Wide Owl Library, going through old and ancient and obscure texts, hoping to find any trace on how to summon the Ethereal.
Ninelle stumbled inside the beautiful, expansive library of blue lights, following after the friendly flying book constructs that guided her inside. Being human again and walking on solid ground felt foreign, so she couldn’t help but occasionally trip and stagger as she adjusted. Still, she was enjoying herself, even if those around her assumed she was a rather clumsy human.
Suddenly, she spotted an awfully familiar figure from afar. Her heart stilled, then raced with emotion against her will as she watched him in disbelief, whilst he flipped through the pages of an ornate book with great focus. She had come to the magic duchy to meet him, yet seeing him so suddenly like this made her realize she hadn’t yet mentally prepared herself for this meeting. Subconsciously, she fidgeted with the fabric of her dress, unable to stop herself from drawing closer to him, peeking from behind books and bookshelves as she gathered her courage.
Fully invested in his book, close-reading a promising passage about summoning the Ethereal, he didn't even notice someone stalking him. However, upon reading the last line, he gave a deep sigh. Just some religious drivel, in the end. Placing the book back on the shelf, he'd walk on towards the next section he wanted to give a shot. Still deep in thoughts on whether to go look at the illuminated thaumaturgy section or the divine magic section, he barely noticed a woman in his passing. Giving a short nod on instinct, having learned some form of greeting was expected, he settled on heading on towards the divine magic section.
“W-wait.” Ninelle’s heart fluttered for a moment as he glanced at her, unable to help herself as she reached out to hold on to the hem of his sleeve. To think that not that long ago, she could hide safely under this same sleeve, and now she could stand as his equal. The thought made her smile, though she realized she still had yet to figure out how to introduce herself after all this as she stood there awkwardly.
Should she just say she was Ninelle? A part of her thought it’d be best, but the other more playful fairy side to her convinced her to tease him a bit first. “Hey handsome, what are you doing in a place like this?” As much as she managed to force the words out, to someone she genuinely thought was handsome no less, that didn’t stop the maddening blush rising to her cheeks.
Surprised to be suddenly halted, he turned around to look at the woman. Something felt a bit familiar, but he couldn't place it. “Did we go the the same class together?” He asked. That was the likeliest option. Perhaps it was theoretical thaumaturgy? As for what he was going here, that should be obvious. “Trying to find some information they didn't have at the university.” He didn't even seem to register the 'handsome' part. Barely paying any further attention, he intended to move on. “Well then, if you'll excuse me.” He stated, wondering why he'd been stopped to begin with.
Dang it. Deliverance was as relentlessly focused on his academia as ever it seemed. It was always so hard to get some kind of reaction from him, but Ninelle had to admit his stoic, peaceful nature was a welcome reprieve from her chaotic, event-filled life. “No, I’m not a student.” She began softly, letting her hand fall back to her side. Feeling a little calmer now, she smiled amusedly before asking. “But do you know anything about plaguebearing hearts?”
He was about to be annoyed enough to just move onwards, as she played some game she wasn't even a student, when he halted in his tracks. “Plaguebearing hearts?” Did he hear that correctly. “I may have encountered one, yes.” She'd finally actually be looked at. “Are you sure we're not acquainted?” She felt awfully familiar for some reason, despite him not recognising her.
“Hehe, we might be.” She stated with a vague smile, before realizing teasing him would likely end up going nowhere with his personality. Not wanting to irritate the elf that once accompanied her through thick and thin, she sighed softly for a moment before relenting slightly. “I probably look quite a bit different from what you remember. And I don't know if you ever looked at me that closely. But.” Ninelle pulled out an old gnarled wand whilst simultaneously pulling up her sleeve to reveal a silvery ire bracer. “Do these ring a bell by any chance?” She probed thoughtfully, letting wisps of nature and metal magic coalesce at their tip and center respectively.
Might be? What kind of answer was that. He sighed, about to turn around again. Then she spoke up again. Despite getting more annoyed, he also got more curious. It was only at the show of magic that something clicked. “Wait, Ninelle?” He asked. Could that be? Ah, but it could be. Fae were trickster creatures. However, upon realising that much, he realised something worse. The spell she'd put him under might still be active. Was that why she'd approach him in such a manner? The fact she hadn't replied to his letter had all but confirmed it. Considering he'd given it to the adventurer's guild and considering her fame, surely it had arrived. So she'd ignored him for a reason. Fae trickery, just like right now, had to have been the reason. He might be a fellow Fae, but not having grown up around any others, he wasn't about to fall for it. He'd instinctively take a step back, then asked at his politest; “What brings you to Aslan today?” With some luck, things wouldn't get weird and she'd leave him be without making things worse.
Ninelle’s glee at being remembered was cut short as the elf clearly widened the distance between them. Her heart and face visibly froze for a moment, wondering if she had done something wrong. “Oh, um.” She began hesitantly. “I came to see you before I left the See, I might not be back on this side of the continent for a while.” She explained vaguely, whilst trying to examine and understand his recoil at her identity. “Did I offend you Deli? I'm genuinely sorry if I did.” She probed thoughtfully, looking up at his expression with both curiosity and trepidation.
He was confused on multiple levels. Starting by her telling she'd leave the See, but seeing as how they were in the Magic Duchy, she'd already done so. Followed by her talking about 'this side of the continent' despite them being fairly I the centre of it... Yet mostly by her asking if he was offended. Also her using that nickname again. He knew he shouldn't feel bad, as he was the one that got charmed, but he did. Just how strong was this spell she'd used on him? “It's alright, you took me off guard.” He eventually tried to tactfully reply. “Are you, well, planning to head somewhere far?” He asked, not sure what else to say or do.
Ninelle stared at him silently for a moment, unsure what to say. Telling him what she had already was very, incredibly dangerous. He could get her killed if he reported her to the See’s authorities. Still, part of her deeply wanted him to know where she'd be, so that they could maybe meet again one day. “I'm heading east. Far east.” She commented with a small smile, her tone denoting a sense of unwillingness to say anything more. “But, enough about that. What do you think of this new human form of mine?” She smiled excitedly, twirling slightly on the spot. “It’s an old but familiar form to me, so I'm happy to have created it with the deacon’s help.”
“Far East?” He was a bit surprised. Was she going to the Eastern Empire? That might explain why she ended up looking like this. Then again, it was none of his business. Perhaps she'd go charm some Humans over there or something. On the topic of that 'Human' form of hers. “I wouldn't have recognized you, so it's rather thorough. It might even pass one of the black orbs.” He'd state, although he wasn't actually sure if it would, he at least figured there'd be a chance of it. “The deacon? Ah, right. How is he?” He asked, figuring that was the polite thing to ask in this situation. “Wait, old but familiar?” He asked, realising that part was a tad odd.
“It does, I tested it by entering the duchy under the identity of a human.” She stated with a sense of firm resolution before her thoughts wandered. “Ah, Deacon Masa is well. As is his son, Kuruta. They asked me to send you their regards.” Ninelle smiled wistfully, before addressing his last few words. “Yes, old but familiar, as I've seen it many times before. Don't worry too much about it.” She evaded answering outright cryptically, instead looking down at her human sized hands.
“It feels very peculiar being sized like this, but also very useful.” She began softly, before looking back up at the much taller elf. “Now I can walk beside you, help you with your research, carry things and… touch you.” Her voice inadvertently trailed off, not realizing what she had said until moments later when she blushed beet red.
He was genuinely surprised. “I mean no disrespect, but do you really think that worked? This capital has the strictest surveillance from what I can tell. I doubt any magic would fool them.” Perhaps she just meant some lesser towns in the area? Either way, it was a surprise.
“I see.” He replied, unsure what he was supposed to do with 'regards' from them. Sent them regards back? He doubted Ninelle would return there, so he figured he'd abstain. With him being told not to worry much about her 'old, but familiar' thing, he didn't dare to ask more. He'd rather not be put under even more spells.
He'd nod. “I can imagine.” He wasn't sure how well he would fare if he was small-sized, let alone tiny-sized. “Ehm... what?” He asked, taken aback by the things she was saying. However, it suddenly clicked. Touching him. Contact based magic. “I mean not disrespect, but I'd rather not have you cast even more magic on me.” He figured it was best to say it outright.
Ninelle's embarrassment was swiftly replaced by bewilderment at his words, the blush on her cheeks slowly dying down. “Eh? What do you mean? I don't believe I've ever cast any magic on you. Apart from healing you that one time.” She mused thoughtfully, crossing her arms as she tried to recall any other memory.
He instinctively took another step back when she outright denied having used some sort of magic on him. “I told you what I meant in my letter.” He'd state. “Whatever your Fae Hero status might've done, or whatever you might've cast on me. The after-effects of it still linger, so I'm not eager to risk another exposure.”
“Eh? I apologize, I've been dragged into the war efforts as of late and don't think I had the chance to read through your letter too thoroughly.” She explained apologetically, giving a short but solemn bow. “Can you remind me of what you mean? My fae hero status is just a title of fame, and I assure you I have never cast a long-term spell on you. If you are feeling something akin to long-term effects from the plaguebearing heart, that could be incredibly dangerous.” She theorized wholeheartedly, genuinely concerned for what symptoms he speaks of, growing more and more concerned the more she thought about it. Subconsciously, she stepped toward him, using her now human eyes to scrutinize for any outward signs of disrepair.
At this point, he was confused. She'd not even read the letter? It wasn't that long, just a simple request. Then again... he was just a commoner, former slave, definitely not someone a Hero would normally spent time on. That'd explain some things. He wasn't sure if he really believed she was the type to go to war to begin with. Regardless of what it was, it didn't matter. “Whatever you did to make me think I saw you fly by, even though it nearly always were birds or butterflies. Or to make me check my sleeve at random. Or when I dream of the Plague-bearing heart without actually finding it as unpleasant as I should. Whatever you did that caused such things to happen.” Seeing her step forwards again, he would feel a bit odd again. Taking it as a sign she might be strengthening the spell, he took two steps back again.
The words sounded familiar, as she vaguely recalled reading them before being summoned to help deal with an eastern empire fort. But it was only now, hearing the emotional observations straight from his mouth that she seemed to put the puzzle pieces together. A small flower akin to hope blossomed in her heart, but she knew to be very careful. Getting your hopes up early was always the cause for later despair.
Resolutely, she walked forward, following after him as he continually stepped backwards. Eventually, she backed him into somewhat of a corner, surrounded by tall bookshelves and flickering blue lantern light. “Deli.” She began softly, looking him straight in the eye. “Do you really believe that I've put you under a spell or curse? If so, why haven't you had a mage treat you? Or get a deeper diagnosis?”
Her interrogation was thorough, but gentle-sounding, her lashes flickering thoughtfully as she worked up some courage. Slowly, she took his gloved hands into her own, rubbing the fabric slightly as she looked back up at him. “How does this… make you feel?”
He did not like where this was going. Not at all. His eyes shot left, right, up and down. Wondering if he'd been backed into a corner. Realising he had been. Was he going to be charmed again? He scoffed at how foolish her question was. “It would cost a lot and be too difficult to explain. It's been unpleasant, but not so horrible that I figured I'd need to spent my time and resources on it.” Although with how she was behaving right now and how it he felt, he had to change his mind. “I should've done so.” He realised.
Having his hands grabbed was highly confusing. Most of all, however, he was just worried and confused. “Are you attempting to cast magic again? Component-less, yet touch-based?”
“Hmm.” Ninelle pondered thoughtfully, tilting her head to the side as she scrutinized the elf’s expression up close. Maybe she had guessed wrongly about his potential feelings. It was definitely better to realize now than later she supposed, otherwise she’d be getting her hopes up for nothing, hence her sudden aggression.
When you liked someone, weren’t you supposed to feel fluttery at their skin contact? She could read none of that on his face, though she could feel every inch of it on her own. Her stomach butterflies were whirling up a storm and the heart beat in her ears was deafening as she stood there seeming so confident. “I was just testing something, my apologies.” Though she said that, she seemed reluctant as she slowly let his hands go.
“I find it hard to believe that you, the ever logical scholar, wouldn’t try to get to the bottom of a possibly malicious anomaly, Deli.” Ninelle shook her head in response, though she also didn’t want to push him too hard. “Nevertheless, why do you refuse to believe that I haven’t cast magic on you?”
Upon her apologies about testing something, his doubts remained. However, when she said she found it difficult to believe, he honestly had to agree. “In hindsight... perhaps it was odd.” He admitted. Why did he not try to get to the bottom of this? As for her second question, he knew an easier answer. “As I said, I remember things that should have been painful and traumatic far more fondly than I should. Even now, I feel like you're casting magic on me, as it feels like my heart is beating faster and even like my temperature is rising.” He didn't want to outright accuse her to her face, but it was clear to him that she was doing something, even as they were speaking.
“Please correct me if I’m wrong… but I think you may be… attracted to me? Or maybe in love with me?” She posed tentatively, carefully studying his face for any sign of repulsion or disgust at her words. Although it would absolutely hurt to see, she had to know the truth. “Again, absolutely correct me if I’m being presumptuous.” She added again hurriedly, afraid but determined.
He looked at her a bit surprised. “That'd odd, the idol person I once met said something similar.” He silently started at her for a bit, seemingly deep in thought. “If this were to be true...” He stated, carefully. “... it would, perhaps, explain some things. That said, I am not knowledge about this mental state that I might find myself in. How do I know if it's truly this 'love' you mentioned and not some type of magic?” He asked her, although he wondered why he'd ask the same person that might've put him under such a spell.
The idea that Deli may have been in love with someone else previously somewhat pricked her heart, but she suppressed it, knowing it was an unhealthy emotion she was feeling. His silent stare slowly made her cheeks redden, somewhat realizing the proximity she had forced them both into.
“I don’t think that’s something I can answer for you. You will have to come to a conclusion yourself.” Ninelle smiled softly, if a bit wistfully. To think she’d be explaining what love is to her first love, when she really wasn’t an expert on the matter either. It was a nice thought to think that she’d be exploring what love was for the first time with him… although that was only if he truly loved her back.
“I will tell you that I think I am certain that I love you though, Deli.” She began with a slight pause, realizing she never really talked about her feelings with anyone, and finding it difficult to formulate what she wanted to say into words.
“My heart stops when I see you unexpectedly, and my heartbeat drums in my ears when I’m this close to you, making it hard to think straight. I want to look my best in front of you, protect you and ensure your happiness.” She listed carefully, somewhat unable to meet his gaze the longer she spoke. “I never faltered at your scars. With or without them, I think you are both beautiful and handsome to me.”
“So if you figure out that you do not love me back, please tell me immediately, or it will hurt me greatly.” She finalized, only able to meet his gaze for her last statement as her heartbeat drummed relentlessly in her ears.
Just as he was trying to figure stuff out after she told him that he should figure out if he was 'in love' or not, Ninelle suddenly told him she 'loved' him. “You do...?” He asked, surprised. “Why...?” He started, unsure of how to finish that question. He had no clue why someone of her status would fall in love with someone like him. Wasn't that more something people did towards those they respected or something? He wasn't all that knowledge-able about it, he just felt like this was all rather illogical.
That said, when she explained how she felt, he got more confused. “It's weird to see you as you look now, but I do recognise that odd feeling of hearing my heartbeat in my ears...” He tried his best to stay analytical in this highly odd situation. “Perhaps... perhaps you are correct. Somehow hearing you say that makes me feel the same as when I find a breakthrough in my Ethereal research... perhaps even more strongly. It is odd, but... not uncomfortable, I think?” He honestly felt both lost and out of his comfort zone, but at the same time, not bad. It was weird.
It was still only a ‘perhaps’. Nothing was certain or set in stone. And yet, Ninelle could not stop the uncontrollable happiness she felt at his genuine admission. “Aha… why am I crying?” She murmured, her words almost indecipherable as her eyes welled with tears.
“You have no idea how much I looked forward to seeing you again… yet this was something I absolutely didn’t expect.” She mumbled softly, rubbing her eyes as they quickly reddened.
He… might really love her back. How was she supposed to deal with the overwhelming emotion at this revelation? She could even feel her mana fluctuating and trembling, threatening to undo her transformation as she slowly tried her best to calm down.
Upon seeing her cry, he wasn't sure what to do. “My apologies.” He stated, feeling uncomfortable and highly unsure of what he was supposed to be doing now. That's when he recalled something. Leaning in, he'd gently wrap his arms around her. That was what you did in situation like these, right? It certainly didn't feel bad to be doing such a thing. He realised he was taking on a big risk here, but it might be worth it. After all, all good science was build upon experimentation. Without it, he'd never figure out how to proceed.
Her heart felt strangled by emotion, writhing in both excitement and anxiety. Opening your heart was always a risk, and Ninelle was terrified by the idea of what might come. But laying here, nestled against his chest, feeling golden strands tickling her cheek and the sound of his rapid heartbeat, she had not felt so safe in a long, long time. Her tears flowed harder, but the smile on her face was unmistakable. “I love you.” She said again, quietly this time, like a lover’s whisper as she tiptoed close to his scarred ear.
Although all of this was still entirely new to him, it wasn't bad. It was even nice. Yet, well, he also felt awkward for having no clue what to do. “I... think I might love you too.” He stated, a bit unsure, but all evidence was suggesting as much. That said, it was both unexpected and troublesome. “What... what do we do now?” He asked. Were they supposed to do something now? Right, spending time together was a thing. “Ehm... do you want to help me prepare for summoning something from the Ethereal Realms? I'm hoping to summon some Ethereal being.”
Hearing him say it back made her heart giddy with excitement once more, yet Ninelle knew very well that she needed to calm down. She didn’t want to overwhelm him with her emotionalness, especially since she was aware how difficult it was for him to process. Bit by bit, inch by inch, they would make progress.
His question was a cute, if somewhat expected one, leading Ninelle to giggle funnily against his chest. Just as she began to ponder, she was surprised to hear Deliverance making the first offer himself. “Sure, whatever you want Deli.” She laughed gently, vaguely aware of the deep obsession he had with the ethereal. It would be nice to see and learn more about his interests in person, before she inevitably had to leave again for a long while.
Having made his way along the narrow path, he looked out across the continental lake. “From what I've gathered during my preparation for all of this, there are various Ley Lines running underneath the Continental Lake and the western part of the Continent, which all meet at various points along the coast. This is one such post, so the academy build a magic tower here to monitor the flow of mana. It also means that any magic ritual that takes place in this area can be amplified by drawing upon the mana from these Ley Lines.” He tried to explain to Ninelle, who'd been gracious enough to offer to accompany him.
For others hoping to join, they'd find themselves being instructed to travel along a relatively narrow path that led along the very outskirts of the capital city. The path was bit treacherous, but kept safe through magical railings and clearly well-maintained. The plan was to have all participants gather at this relatively remote area, where they'd meet up with Professor Anna, a relatively infamous professor due to the fact that she was often considered rather childish. Some even wondered if she was an actual child, but the general theory was that she'd used magic to keep herself young that had some considerable side-effects.
Either way, it was still early, so the lessons wouldn't start in a bit, allowing for folk to gather up and get ready.
What to expect out of character:
The RP is going to be a slice of life magic academy setting, mostly focussed on summoning creatures and on dealing with any possible aftermath. Possibly with some elements of romance and drama involved.
Due to the high number of participants, the posting pace will be limited every Wednesday and Sunday, likely in the morning (UTC+1). Characters are allowed to post more often between narrations rounds so long as any post after the first doesn't progress the plot and/or uses actions/abilities. The RP is intended to last 6-8 weeks.
There will be no narration between 21/06/2024 and 28/06/2024 due a planned vacation, meaning the rounds of Sunday 23/06 and Wednesday 26/06 will be skipped. Characters will be encouraged to have PC-to-PC interactions within that week whilst waiting for narration to pick back up.
What to expect in character:
One of the world's most famous magic academies, the Ethereal Luminary in the Grand Duchy of Roran, has decided for one of their classes to be a free-form program that can be joined by both those already studying at the academy as well as by those yet to be further involved with it.
The summoning class relies upon a key point the world's Ley Lines and summons things through an ancient ritual, allowing even those without a [Summoning] skill to attempt to summon beings from distant realms, so long as they have the [Magic] strong enough to use it and at least some basic [Arcana] knowledge.
Mentions & Goals:
Δstra 01
Kikimura
– Wait until she's summoned.La Qzioah Taenebraia-Sol
Femboy
– Wait until she's summoned. Diane Duste
NimbusWing
– Assist professor Anna (keep an eye on her not acting too childish), provide some historical context, gain some magic knowledge.Phoebe Penrose
Clockwork_Magic
– Teach Aqua some magic and learn some new things herself as well.Aqua
Spoiled Bread
– Become a real Zohar
EMIYAman
– Figure out more about the world's supernatural forces.Mad Maw
Garbage.
- Make some contacts and try to figure out her powers.Desmond
Develius
– Figure out his [Compendium of Prehistoric Dreams] summoning book.Ninelle Lifeblossom
SilverFeathers
– Help out Deliverance. Deliverance
Elvario
– Improve his [Ethereal Luminary Student] grade by passing the Summoning Class.Wise Owl Library
Grand Duchy of Roran, Capital City: Aslan, Wise Owl Library
Grand Duchy of Roran, Capital City: Aslan, Wise Owl Library
Deliverance felt like he was at a loss. With his latest assignment being on summoning magic, he had no clue where to even start. Not even the academy's expansive libraries seemed to have a beginner course on summoning the ethereal. Ah, right, perhaps he'd made it far too difficult for himself by wanting to get an attempt to summon something ethereal, rather than just whatever was easiest. That said, why would he wish to summon anything that wasn't ethereal? Exactly. Not. As a result, he'd found himself going through the Wide Owl Library, going through old and ancient and obscure texts, hoping to find any trace on how to summon the Ethereal.
Ninelle stumbled inside the beautiful, expansive library of blue lights, following after the friendly flying book constructs that guided her inside. Being human again and walking on solid ground felt foreign, so she couldn’t help but occasionally trip and stagger as she adjusted. Still, she was enjoying herself, even if those around her assumed she was a rather clumsy human.
Suddenly, she spotted an awfully familiar figure from afar. Her heart stilled, then raced with emotion against her will as she watched him in disbelief, whilst he flipped through the pages of an ornate book with great focus. She had come to the magic duchy to meet him, yet seeing him so suddenly like this made her realize she hadn’t yet mentally prepared herself for this meeting. Subconsciously, she fidgeted with the fabric of her dress, unable to stop herself from drawing closer to him, peeking from behind books and bookshelves as she gathered her courage.
Fully invested in his book, close-reading a promising passage about summoning the Ethereal, he didn't even notice someone stalking him. However, upon reading the last line, he gave a deep sigh. Just some religious drivel, in the end. Placing the book back on the shelf, he'd walk on towards the next section he wanted to give a shot. Still deep in thoughts on whether to go look at the illuminated thaumaturgy section or the divine magic section, he barely noticed a woman in his passing. Giving a short nod on instinct, having learned some form of greeting was expected, he settled on heading on towards the divine magic section.
“W-wait.” Ninelle’s heart fluttered for a moment as he glanced at her, unable to help herself as she reached out to hold on to the hem of his sleeve. To think that not that long ago, she could hide safely under this same sleeve, and now she could stand as his equal. The thought made her smile, though she realized she still had yet to figure out how to introduce herself after all this as she stood there awkwardly.
Should she just say she was Ninelle? A part of her thought it’d be best, but the other more playful fairy side to her convinced her to tease him a bit first. “Hey handsome, what are you doing in a place like this?” As much as she managed to force the words out, to someone she genuinely thought was handsome no less, that didn’t stop the maddening blush rising to her cheeks.
Surprised to be suddenly halted, he turned around to look at the woman. Something felt a bit familiar, but he couldn't place it. “Did we go the the same class together?” He asked. That was the likeliest option. Perhaps it was theoretical thaumaturgy? As for what he was going here, that should be obvious. “Trying to find some information they didn't have at the university.” He didn't even seem to register the 'handsome' part. Barely paying any further attention, he intended to move on. “Well then, if you'll excuse me.” He stated, wondering why he'd been stopped to begin with.
Dang it. Deliverance was as relentlessly focused on his academia as ever it seemed. It was always so hard to get some kind of reaction from him, but Ninelle had to admit his stoic, peaceful nature was a welcome reprieve from her chaotic, event-filled life. “No, I’m not a student.” She began softly, letting her hand fall back to her side. Feeling a little calmer now, she smiled amusedly before asking. “But do you know anything about plaguebearing hearts?”
He was about to be annoyed enough to just move onwards, as she played some game she wasn't even a student, when he halted in his tracks. “Plaguebearing hearts?” Did he hear that correctly. “I may have encountered one, yes.” She'd finally actually be looked at. “Are you sure we're not acquainted?” She felt awfully familiar for some reason, despite him not recognising her.
“Hehe, we might be.” She stated with a vague smile, before realizing teasing him would likely end up going nowhere with his personality. Not wanting to irritate the elf that once accompanied her through thick and thin, she sighed softly for a moment before relenting slightly. “I probably look quite a bit different from what you remember. And I don't know if you ever looked at me that closely. But.” Ninelle pulled out an old gnarled wand whilst simultaneously pulling up her sleeve to reveal a silvery ire bracer. “Do these ring a bell by any chance?” She probed thoughtfully, letting wisps of nature and metal magic coalesce at their tip and center respectively.
Might be? What kind of answer was that. He sighed, about to turn around again. Then she spoke up again. Despite getting more annoyed, he also got more curious. It was only at the show of magic that something clicked. “Wait, Ninelle?” He asked. Could that be? Ah, but it could be. Fae were trickster creatures. However, upon realising that much, he realised something worse. The spell she'd put him under might still be active. Was that why she'd approach him in such a manner? The fact she hadn't replied to his letter had all but confirmed it. Considering he'd given it to the adventurer's guild and considering her fame, surely it had arrived. So she'd ignored him for a reason. Fae trickery, just like right now, had to have been the reason. He might be a fellow Fae, but not having grown up around any others, he wasn't about to fall for it. He'd instinctively take a step back, then asked at his politest; “What brings you to Aslan today?” With some luck, things wouldn't get weird and she'd leave him be without making things worse.
Ninelle’s glee at being remembered was cut short as the elf clearly widened the distance between them. Her heart and face visibly froze for a moment, wondering if she had done something wrong. “Oh, um.” She began hesitantly. “I came to see you before I left the See, I might not be back on this side of the continent for a while.” She explained vaguely, whilst trying to examine and understand his recoil at her identity. “Did I offend you Deli? I'm genuinely sorry if I did.” She probed thoughtfully, looking up at his expression with both curiosity and trepidation.
He was confused on multiple levels. Starting by her telling she'd leave the See, but seeing as how they were in the Magic Duchy, she'd already done so. Followed by her talking about 'this side of the continent' despite them being fairly I the centre of it... Yet mostly by her asking if he was offended. Also her using that nickname again. He knew he shouldn't feel bad, as he was the one that got charmed, but he did. Just how strong was this spell she'd used on him? “It's alright, you took me off guard.” He eventually tried to tactfully reply. “Are you, well, planning to head somewhere far?” He asked, not sure what else to say or do.
Ninelle stared at him silently for a moment, unsure what to say. Telling him what she had already was very, incredibly dangerous. He could get her killed if he reported her to the See’s authorities. Still, part of her deeply wanted him to know where she'd be, so that they could maybe meet again one day. “I'm heading east. Far east.” She commented with a small smile, her tone denoting a sense of unwillingness to say anything more. “But, enough about that. What do you think of this new human form of mine?” She smiled excitedly, twirling slightly on the spot. “It’s an old but familiar form to me, so I'm happy to have created it with the deacon’s help.”
“Far East?” He was a bit surprised. Was she going to the Eastern Empire? That might explain why she ended up looking like this. Then again, it was none of his business. Perhaps she'd go charm some Humans over there or something. On the topic of that 'Human' form of hers. “I wouldn't have recognized you, so it's rather thorough. It might even pass one of the black orbs.” He'd state, although he wasn't actually sure if it would, he at least figured there'd be a chance of it. “The deacon? Ah, right. How is he?” He asked, figuring that was the polite thing to ask in this situation. “Wait, old but familiar?” He asked, realising that part was a tad odd.
“It does, I tested it by entering the duchy under the identity of a human.” She stated with a sense of firm resolution before her thoughts wandered. “Ah, Deacon Masa is well. As is his son, Kuruta. They asked me to send you their regards.” Ninelle smiled wistfully, before addressing his last few words. “Yes, old but familiar, as I've seen it many times before. Don't worry too much about it.” She evaded answering outright cryptically, instead looking down at her human sized hands.
“It feels very peculiar being sized like this, but also very useful.” She began softly, before looking back up at the much taller elf. “Now I can walk beside you, help you with your research, carry things and… touch you.” Her voice inadvertently trailed off, not realizing what she had said until moments later when she blushed beet red.
He was genuinely surprised. “I mean no disrespect, but do you really think that worked? This capital has the strictest surveillance from what I can tell. I doubt any magic would fool them.” Perhaps she just meant some lesser towns in the area? Either way, it was a surprise.
“I see.” He replied, unsure what he was supposed to do with 'regards' from them. Sent them regards back? He doubted Ninelle would return there, so he figured he'd abstain. With him being told not to worry much about her 'old, but familiar' thing, he didn't dare to ask more. He'd rather not be put under even more spells.
He'd nod. “I can imagine.” He wasn't sure how well he would fare if he was small-sized, let alone tiny-sized. “Ehm... what?” He asked, taken aback by the things she was saying. However, it suddenly clicked. Touching him. Contact based magic. “I mean not disrespect, but I'd rather not have you cast even more magic on me.” He figured it was best to say it outright.
Ninelle's embarrassment was swiftly replaced by bewilderment at his words, the blush on her cheeks slowly dying down. “Eh? What do you mean? I don't believe I've ever cast any magic on you. Apart from healing you that one time.” She mused thoughtfully, crossing her arms as she tried to recall any other memory.
He instinctively took another step back when she outright denied having used some sort of magic on him. “I told you what I meant in my letter.” He'd state. “Whatever your Fae Hero status might've done, or whatever you might've cast on me. The after-effects of it still linger, so I'm not eager to risk another exposure.”
“Eh? I apologize, I've been dragged into the war efforts as of late and don't think I had the chance to read through your letter too thoroughly.” She explained apologetically, giving a short but solemn bow. “Can you remind me of what you mean? My fae hero status is just a title of fame, and I assure you I have never cast a long-term spell on you. If you are feeling something akin to long-term effects from the plaguebearing heart, that could be incredibly dangerous.” She theorized wholeheartedly, genuinely concerned for what symptoms he speaks of, growing more and more concerned the more she thought about it. Subconsciously, she stepped toward him, using her now human eyes to scrutinize for any outward signs of disrepair.
At this point, he was confused. She'd not even read the letter? It wasn't that long, just a simple request. Then again... he was just a commoner, former slave, definitely not someone a Hero would normally spent time on. That'd explain some things. He wasn't sure if he really believed she was the type to go to war to begin with. Regardless of what it was, it didn't matter. “Whatever you did to make me think I saw you fly by, even though it nearly always were birds or butterflies. Or to make me check my sleeve at random. Or when I dream of the Plague-bearing heart without actually finding it as unpleasant as I should. Whatever you did that caused such things to happen.” Seeing her step forwards again, he would feel a bit odd again. Taking it as a sign she might be strengthening the spell, he took two steps back again.
The words sounded familiar, as she vaguely recalled reading them before being summoned to help deal with an eastern empire fort. But it was only now, hearing the emotional observations straight from his mouth that she seemed to put the puzzle pieces together. A small flower akin to hope blossomed in her heart, but she knew to be very careful. Getting your hopes up early was always the cause for later despair.
Resolutely, she walked forward, following after him as he continually stepped backwards. Eventually, she backed him into somewhat of a corner, surrounded by tall bookshelves and flickering blue lantern light. “Deli.” She began softly, looking him straight in the eye. “Do you really believe that I've put you under a spell or curse? If so, why haven't you had a mage treat you? Or get a deeper diagnosis?”
Her interrogation was thorough, but gentle-sounding, her lashes flickering thoughtfully as she worked up some courage. Slowly, she took his gloved hands into her own, rubbing the fabric slightly as she looked back up at him. “How does this… make you feel?”
He did not like where this was going. Not at all. His eyes shot left, right, up and down. Wondering if he'd been backed into a corner. Realising he had been. Was he going to be charmed again? He scoffed at how foolish her question was. “It would cost a lot and be too difficult to explain. It's been unpleasant, but not so horrible that I figured I'd need to spent my time and resources on it.” Although with how she was behaving right now and how it he felt, he had to change his mind. “I should've done so.” He realised.
Having his hands grabbed was highly confusing. Most of all, however, he was just worried and confused. “Are you attempting to cast magic again? Component-less, yet touch-based?”
“Hmm.” Ninelle pondered thoughtfully, tilting her head to the side as she scrutinized the elf’s expression up close. Maybe she had guessed wrongly about his potential feelings. It was definitely better to realize now than later she supposed, otherwise she’d be getting her hopes up for nothing, hence her sudden aggression.
When you liked someone, weren’t you supposed to feel fluttery at their skin contact? She could read none of that on his face, though she could feel every inch of it on her own. Her stomach butterflies were whirling up a storm and the heart beat in her ears was deafening as she stood there seeming so confident. “I was just testing something, my apologies.” Though she said that, she seemed reluctant as she slowly let his hands go.
“I find it hard to believe that you, the ever logical scholar, wouldn’t try to get to the bottom of a possibly malicious anomaly, Deli.” Ninelle shook her head in response, though she also didn’t want to push him too hard. “Nevertheless, why do you refuse to believe that I haven’t cast magic on you?”
Upon her apologies about testing something, his doubts remained. However, when she said she found it difficult to believe, he honestly had to agree. “In hindsight... perhaps it was odd.” He admitted. Why did he not try to get to the bottom of this? As for her second question, he knew an easier answer. “As I said, I remember things that should have been painful and traumatic far more fondly than I should. Even now, I feel like you're casting magic on me, as it feels like my heart is beating faster and even like my temperature is rising.” He didn't want to outright accuse her to her face, but it was clear to him that she was doing something, even as they were speaking.
“Please correct me if I’m wrong… but I think you may be… attracted to me? Or maybe in love with me?” She posed tentatively, carefully studying his face for any sign of repulsion or disgust at her words. Although it would absolutely hurt to see, she had to know the truth. “Again, absolutely correct me if I’m being presumptuous.” She added again hurriedly, afraid but determined.
He looked at her a bit surprised. “That'd odd, the idol person I once met said something similar.” He silently started at her for a bit, seemingly deep in thought. “If this were to be true...” He stated, carefully. “... it would, perhaps, explain some things. That said, I am not knowledge about this mental state that I might find myself in. How do I know if it's truly this 'love' you mentioned and not some type of magic?” He asked her, although he wondered why he'd ask the same person that might've put him under such a spell.
The idea that Deli may have been in love with someone else previously somewhat pricked her heart, but she suppressed it, knowing it was an unhealthy emotion she was feeling. His silent stare slowly made her cheeks redden, somewhat realizing the proximity she had forced them both into.
“I don’t think that’s something I can answer for you. You will have to come to a conclusion yourself.” Ninelle smiled softly, if a bit wistfully. To think she’d be explaining what love is to her first love, when she really wasn’t an expert on the matter either. It was a nice thought to think that she’d be exploring what love was for the first time with him… although that was only if he truly loved her back.
“I will tell you that I think I am certain that I love you though, Deli.” She began with a slight pause, realizing she never really talked about her feelings with anyone, and finding it difficult to formulate what she wanted to say into words.
“My heart stops when I see you unexpectedly, and my heartbeat drums in my ears when I’m this close to you, making it hard to think straight. I want to look my best in front of you, protect you and ensure your happiness.” She listed carefully, somewhat unable to meet his gaze the longer she spoke. “I never faltered at your scars. With or without them, I think you are both beautiful and handsome to me.”
“So if you figure out that you do not love me back, please tell me immediately, or it will hurt me greatly.” She finalized, only able to meet his gaze for her last statement as her heartbeat drummed relentlessly in her ears.
Just as he was trying to figure stuff out after she told him that he should figure out if he was 'in love' or not, Ninelle suddenly told him she 'loved' him. “You do...?” He asked, surprised. “Why...?” He started, unsure of how to finish that question. He had no clue why someone of her status would fall in love with someone like him. Wasn't that more something people did towards those they respected or something? He wasn't all that knowledge-able about it, he just felt like this was all rather illogical.
That said, when she explained how she felt, he got more confused. “It's weird to see you as you look now, but I do recognise that odd feeling of hearing my heartbeat in my ears...” He tried his best to stay analytical in this highly odd situation. “Perhaps... perhaps you are correct. Somehow hearing you say that makes me feel the same as when I find a breakthrough in my Ethereal research... perhaps even more strongly. It is odd, but... not uncomfortable, I think?” He honestly felt both lost and out of his comfort zone, but at the same time, not bad. It was weird.
It was still only a ‘perhaps’. Nothing was certain or set in stone. And yet, Ninelle could not stop the uncontrollable happiness she felt at his genuine admission. “Aha… why am I crying?” She murmured, her words almost indecipherable as her eyes welled with tears.
“You have no idea how much I looked forward to seeing you again… yet this was something I absolutely didn’t expect.” She mumbled softly, rubbing her eyes as they quickly reddened.
He… might really love her back. How was she supposed to deal with the overwhelming emotion at this revelation? She could even feel her mana fluctuating and trembling, threatening to undo her transformation as she slowly tried her best to calm down.
Upon seeing her cry, he wasn't sure what to do. “My apologies.” He stated, feeling uncomfortable and highly unsure of what he was supposed to be doing now. That's when he recalled something. Leaning in, he'd gently wrap his arms around her. That was what you did in situation like these, right? It certainly didn't feel bad to be doing such a thing. He realised he was taking on a big risk here, but it might be worth it. After all, all good science was build upon experimentation. Without it, he'd never figure out how to proceed.
Her heart felt strangled by emotion, writhing in both excitement and anxiety. Opening your heart was always a risk, and Ninelle was terrified by the idea of what might come. But laying here, nestled against his chest, feeling golden strands tickling her cheek and the sound of his rapid heartbeat, she had not felt so safe in a long, long time. Her tears flowed harder, but the smile on her face was unmistakable. “I love you.” She said again, quietly this time, like a lover’s whisper as she tiptoed close to his scarred ear.
Although all of this was still entirely new to him, it wasn't bad. It was even nice. Yet, well, he also felt awkward for having no clue what to do. “I... think I might love you too.” He stated, a bit unsure, but all evidence was suggesting as much. That said, it was both unexpected and troublesome. “What... what do we do now?” He asked. Were they supposed to do something now? Right, spending time together was a thing. “Ehm... do you want to help me prepare for summoning something from the Ethereal Realms? I'm hoping to summon some Ethereal being.”
Hearing him say it back made her heart giddy with excitement once more, yet Ninelle knew very well that she needed to calm down. She didn’t want to overwhelm him with her emotionalness, especially since she was aware how difficult it was for him to process. Bit by bit, inch by inch, they would make progress.
His question was a cute, if somewhat expected one, leading Ninelle to giggle funnily against his chest. Just as she began to ponder, she was surprised to hear Deliverance making the first offer himself. “Sure, whatever you want Deli.” She laughed gently, vaguely aware of the deep obsession he had with the ethereal. It would be nice to see and learn more about his interests in person, before she inevitably had to leave again for a long while.
Seaside Tower
The Grand Duchy of Roran, Capital City [Aslan], Outskirts near the Continental Lake, Ethereal Luminary Dependency Building, Seaside Tower
From: Lornn (Midjourney): https://lornn.itch.io/backgrounds-magic-schoolThe Grand Duchy of Roran, Capital City [Aslan], Outskirts near the Continental Lake, Ethereal Luminary Dependency Building, Seaside Tower
Having made his way along the narrow path, he looked out across the continental lake. “From what I've gathered during my preparation for all of this, there are various Ley Lines running underneath the Continental Lake and the western part of the Continent, which all meet at various points along the coast. This is one such post, so the academy build a magic tower here to monitor the flow of mana. It also means that any magic ritual that takes place in this area can be amplified by drawing upon the mana from these Ley Lines.” He tried to explain to Ninelle, who'd been gracious enough to offer to accompany him.
For others hoping to join, they'd find themselves being instructed to travel along a relatively narrow path that led along the very outskirts of the capital city. The path was bit treacherous, but kept safe through magical railings and clearly well-maintained. The plan was to have all participants gather at this relatively remote area, where they'd meet up with Professor Anna, a relatively infamous professor due to the fact that she was often considered rather childish. Some even wondered if she was an actual child, but the general theory was that she'd used magic to keep herself young that had some considerable side-effects.
Either way, it was still early, so the lessons wouldn't start in a bit, allowing for folk to gather up and get ready.
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