Fantasy ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ God Killers : War of Celestials

[truthofself]

┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺ 　° we were the fall of the stars, we were the supernova. *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧​

Springtime was always so lovely, but the weeks that always followed the end of winter break were exhausting. Stars of new semesters were always tiring especially when there are strangers in the corner of your eyes that never tend to step into the light. The start of a new semester always hangs heavy in everyone's mind and on everyone's chest when the rumors of students going missing but people never even know the student that went missing arise through the weeks. Recently, a senior went missing, or a supposed senior went missing. Drea Melbourne was the name that left everyone's lips, a boy had made a statement about the foggy memory of going to bed with the missing girl in his bed, waking up part way through the night seeing a ghost-like figure clad in dark purple robes, stealing the girl away. He didn't remember much else from that, besides the unsent text in his phone to an unknown number. The text read her name, Drea Melbourne missing.

There were apparently photos of him and her, and photos of their names carved into tables and trees and little doodles of her and him that he says he's drawn. But everyone who looks at all the evidence of her existence just doesn't know who she is, doesn't remember her, says he must've found a random girl on the internet and photoshopped her face into the photos to replace whoever was in the picture with him. Stories like this always made University de Lucina a Rosa strange and weirdly cold feeling. The staff always tried to silence it and wanted students to relax, but the stories popped up all the time, not many held actual evidence or story to back it, Drea was the only one. But even then it was just a ghost story right, it was just to scare everyone. It was a classic university trick, right? Who wouldn't love to attend a haunted school where people go missing and are suddenly forgotten?

A lot of people did. The university was at the heart of the world, the founding land of the world of Ein. It was home to the Originals, home to the temples of the Celestials the apparent Gods. It was too special to avoid, a little bump in the night wasn't really going to scare any up-and-coming supernatural that wished to learn and grow off. University de Lucina a Rosa was famous, for many reasons, it was well received and very wished upon for students to get into it. Its acceptance rate was high, not because you could apply and just get into it. It was a high acceptance rate because those attending were picked out by the Originals to come here, for a myriad of reasons someone might've been picked. But in the end it didn't typically matter why someone was picked to attend, most were just pleased to get to attend the school. Despite all its tales and stories it was a lovely, well taken care of academy that allowed for some of the greatest chances to learn. Many who graduated became famous and strong supernatuals. It felt like a dream to attend the school.

However, there's a group of students. eight young minds that are different than the rest. Those were the chosen, but they weren't aware of such a feat, only the Originals were. The Chosen were gifted, but they were hand picked by the Celestials to hold an even greater feat that didn't begin to come to light till after they were 18, and until they arrived within the Walls of Lucina a Rosa. Upon taking a step into the campus, the little voice they heard their whole life, the little images of a stranger and a strange object became clear, more frequent. And they could've sworn the stranger in their dreams was roaming the school and the campus, but no one ever saw a person with that description, no one even knew what they were talking about. Some might've been called crazy, some might've been called attention seekers. Some might've had thicker skin than most. But the Chosen are sure that this person is on this campus. They have to be otherwise why would they have seen them in dreams their entire life? Why would they suddenly only appear to them in person once they started to attend university?

Welcome to The University of de Lucina a Rosa, and welcome to yet another round of games hosted by the Celestials for their enjoyment.

 

[starstucker]

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mood fuckin' tired...

location somewhere on campus.

outfit image four.

fun fact their cat is wrapped around their shoulders like a scarf. they doubt anyone will be at all the wiser.

tag n/a.

vinyl: the honeybee.

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you've got to be fucking kidding me right now.

ever since vinyl had stepped foot onto the campus of the university they attended, they'd been hearing that light crooning voice hum even louder, the one that was so playful it bordered on sardonic teasing. now, vinyl was all for sarcasm, but that voice liked to intervene when they were studying, when they were trying to sleep, and literally every other waking moment where they wanted anything but another voice in the crowd pestering them.

it wasn't just their waking moments, either—that voice had made itself present in their dreams, taking the form of some entity they couldn't picture or place. all they knew was that a defining motif was the scent of peonies—which they actually didn't mind, they loved peonies—and the color green, everywhere. now, green had rooted itself in their mind as associating with the boy they used to date, the one with blond hair and wide eyes and a build that was impossible to ignore.

so maybe that entity was a curse from the universe from all the times they'd flipped people off out of pure instinct instead of greeting them properly.

whatever the case, it was getting to be increasingly annoying, and vinyl had admittedly spent many a late night studying up on things like that and trying to figure out the source of the little whispers and the entity in their dream, but none of the texts they scoured came up with anything that could fit more than half of the criteria that this entity had set up.

and now, as they stared at the schedule they'd been given by a tired-looking receptionist with a detached expression—mood—they glanced up as a flicker of green flashed in their peripheral. for a moment, their body had frozen up, and they wondered if that boy had managed to make his way into the university they were attending. now that would be hell—if they had to deal with that imp leering at them and eyeing them up like a piece of meat again, they swore they'd lose it—but no, that green was too bright and lively to be him.

so it's the entity, their mind supplied, and they blinked as they heard those words in the voice of said entity, as if the words were spoken from a grade school teacher trying to explain a simple subject like coloring in the lines or adding single-digit numbers to a small child. they forced back their disdainful groan as they clutched the poor scrap of paper tighter and continued to walk, their posture relaxing just slightly, heeled boots clicking against the floor. their cat, mademoiselle, purred softly from where she was lounging along their shoulders like a glorified mink scarf, and that brought them some comfort...

...that was immediately overruled as their eyes glanced up again.

i swear to the saints, they thought bitterly as they caught that flash of green again—it had started as something that piqued their curiosity, but now it was just an annoyance, like a pencil smudge on the wall you couldn't ignore but couldn't erase either, for fear of looking like a fool—just within the shadows before it disappeared. leave me alone, please. haven't you bothered me enough in my sleep?

they heard a playful laugh in reply and promptly crushed their little slip of paper in their fist.

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© weldherwings.

 

[truthofself]

KLARION MARKUS DALTON

MENTIONS Ivyn ( Xen6n ) || LOCATION:: Ascendants Round

another sunny day, with the morning air always filled klarion with some sort of glee. while she found herself spending a lot of morning out in the greene of the ascendants round, often times her nose in a book, or maybe she was sketching. today, she lay in wait of one of her closest friend-like figures. if she called him her best friend it meant she cared and even though it were true and she did consider her something of the sort. having connections meant weakness and that was typically the only real lesson she still followed from her father before he betrayed her and left her. Although Ivyn was a nice guy, he was fun, they had fun! Plus he wasn't a cursed demon so it made it pretty nice to just have someone to hang out with. (And he smelled nice but she couldnt tell if that were his blood or just some sort of scent he wore.)

But this morning was similar to others, klarion was dressed in her normal attire, her red trench coat, her button-up and skirt, and her boots. Her legs were idle in front of her as she leaned back on her elbows just watching the sky, trying to find some sort of inspo for something to write or paint. maybe even find a cool cloud to take a photo of. She was curious how long she had been waiting, she knew it was a walk from the dorms to here, but Ivyn's height should make the travel more bearable for him rather than is Klarion was to walk there to meet him. "Cmon Ivyn... how long do you plan to keep me waiting?" She found herself speaking out loud throwing her head back in slight annoyance.

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[BnemonicDevice]

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ENOCH SILANO

NEARBY Klarion ( truthofself ), Ivyn ( Xen6n ) || LOCATION:: Faceplanted on the Steps of the Flame Temple (Ascendants Round)

It was a noisy day today. Something about a missing student piquing the interest of the student body-- a sad tale, but not something that will occupy their minds for too long.

It wasn't that Enoch had a particular affinity for gossip or anything, it is just that, when the world is so dark in his eyes, listening to idle chatter was the only reprieve from the black silence he faced everyday. Despite the sword he leaned in front of him capable of doing this for him, he liked to spend his time differentiating the tones and speech patterns of those around him, passing the time by hopefully registering and remembering those around him, cataloguing it in his head so that in the off-chance they spoke with the blind swordsman, he could at least say something instead of awkward, bemused stillness.

Pressing his back against the corridor walls, he let out a deep sigh as more noise filled the hallway-- the filtered messages popping up recording in exact detail of what was said, who said it, describing the appearance of the orator, factoring in the reactions of their corresponding conversation partners. The start of the new semester had a lot of people wanting to catch up, to enumerate the happenings in their lives-- and as Enoch saw it, the students were cultivating and maintaining their relationships akin to how a gardener trims a hedge.

"Boooring~" A voice rang out, its dismissive tone and snickering fully audible over the cacophony he was just lamenting a few seconds before. He wasn't foolish enough to suddenly dart his head from side to side in search of this mystery person. Ever since the beginning of the fall semester, this... thing kept giving a play-by-play commentary of his actions, as if he were a viewer watching a movie, spectating his every action. The first few times he thought that he was going insane because of the continuous applications of his blindness enchantments he placed upon himself, and that some suppressed part of his ego came out to play.

The boy's legs moved on their own, stiffly walking outside, the warmth of the sun warming his face, dragging his feet as to ensure that he would not trip nor fall, using his sword like a blind man's cane, feeling out the path ahead of him. He knew that, for whatever reason, this voice can be placated when visiting the Ascendant Round, where it playfully greeted one of the statues as if it were its friend, then becoming frustrated at their "silent treatment," before buzzing off for a while.

But as he made his rounds around each temple, he felt a nudge towards the one dedicated for the God of Flames.

"That crackling campfire has me hankering for some marshmallows-- or a steak! Or sugary marshmallows searing a scorched steak!" Even the blind child could see the watering upon the voice's mouth at the thought-- silly as it was. Wanting to anything to get the obnoxious brat in his head to shut up, he climbed up the steps to the temple heading towards the direction of the Eternal Flame that is being kindled behind it. With each and every step, the voice went into detail about the techniques and cooking methods of steaks and marshmallows, specifying and fantasizing whether or not metal or wooden sticks would enhance the flavor, or if it should be smoked on an open fire or within the confines of a grill. Enoch's steps grew heavier, his brow furrowing at the indulgences this voice had-- giving detailed visual descriptions as if it were mocking him of his plight.

"Ooh! Look, look, look! To your left! Looooook! Open your eyes, idiot~ There's some interesting people around--" He frowned at the obvious provocation, his mind brewing up a harsh comeback to the slight, his mind wandering away before he felt his a searing pain to his foot and the sound of metal cluttering against the marble pathway in front of him, before his entire face entered an entire world of hurt, then his wrists, and finally his knees. To an onlooker, it appeared to be that he clumsily tripped on the final step before the stairs the led to the Flame Temple campfire, as his body gave way, faceplanting into the ground.

Pushing himself up, he tried to feel out the handle of his sword, his connection to it temporarily severed, causing him to be actually left in the dark of his surroundings. Ignoring the huffs and clicks of the tongue from onlookers, he was more preoccupied with the fleeting giggles of his tormentor, knowing that, if anything else, he had earned his momentary peace that he craved for.

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[Xen6n]

IVYN ASMODEUS KILLIAN

MENTIONS Klarion ( truthofself ), Enoch ( BnemonicDevice ) || LOCATION:: Ascendants Round

Mornings were the worst, and Ivyn detested them. He used to wonder whether it was possible to remove mornings from the day entirely, leaving just afternoons and evenings, which made Ivyn mentally laugh. With an audible groan, he dragged himself from his dorm, knowing full well that Klarion would skin him alive if he abandoned her this morning. He left his dorm wearing a black denim jacket over his unkempt uniform, deciding that the morning was chilly and that he was not in the mood to be lectured by any passing teachers.

To be honest, Klarion was Ivyn's closest buddy during his time at this institution, and he enjoyed it that way. Ivyn was never one to please others, nor did he seek out friends; instead, he preferred to keep to himself. But, deep down, Ivyn believed he was simply doing this for their own benefit, to keep them out of trouble if they hung around with him. Klarion, on the other hand, was different, a good different; it was as if she could see right through the mask he wore to disguise the defenseless and devastated young kid who had been hid beneath it. He thought it was great that someone could understand him without forming an opinion on him. Klarion was a great deal of fun with, and he appreciated having someone to depend on.

But something has been bugging him recently, and he wanted to share it with Klarion. He'd been having these recurring nightmares with voices bothering him and catching a glimpse of a stranger in his head, which irritated him. He assumed it was a result of spending too much time in the Astral Freeway, or that the things he'd been reading were finally getting to him; the sort of prohibited books and scrolls he reads aren't really meant for mortal minds to consume; perhaps he was finally going insane? He had it coming; he had been warned to stay away from forbidden disciplines, but his arrogance got the better of him.

He winced as he walked through the hallway out of the dorms and into the Ascendents Round to meet Klarion, the heat of the sun mercilessly batting on his face (an exaggeration on Ivyn's perspective, of course), this coupled with the faint chirping of birds and dewdrops over the green grass as if this was a punishment for setting that tree on fire last night. He smirked as the recollection returned to him; it was inadvertent, and he was also inebriated, which explained why he had a throbbing headache from last night; he barely remembered anything anyhow. Klarion was probably aware of what had occurred; she was always the one to save his ass from problems. While strolling and stroking the bridge of his nose, he heard a loud thump as he passed by one of the temples. Turning his attention to the source of the sound, he noticed that someone had stumbled on the steps leading up to the Flame Temple. A snicker escaped his lips, and a smirk appeared on his face as he walked closer to the person who had fallen; they appeared to be younger than him, with white hair and a white shroud over them. Normally, he would give someone a passing glance and then walk away, but something about this individual piqued his interest, and he wanted to know why.

"You okay there snowball?"

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[Laszalet]

REMUR

Mention: Klarion Markus Dalton ( truthofself ) || Location: Ascendants Round

"How many times did I have the pleasure of meeting with you now?" He paused, holding one hand up. Then after a few seconds, he brought it down.
"Over a dozen times. A dozen! Only in this month." He shook his head.
"Sir, I have reported them as you instructed. I do not understand where the problem lies." Remur was confused, why was reporting rulebreakers negative?
"I instructed you, yes. I hoped that would prevent you from getting into physical fights to enforce the rules." He sighed.
"But I should have anticipated it. Your reporting adventures were just the next step below."
He stood up from his chair and moved in front of his desk. He was now standing directly in front of Remur.
"Okay. Hear me out. I will make it swift. Until you can show and prove to me that you understood where the problem lies in your approach, any of your reportings will be ignored. Now, if you have nothing else to discuss."
He pointed at the door.
Remur thought about replying, and why he shouldn't. While he did not undertsand the intentions of the professor, his orders were clear and Remur did not intend to argue. As such he left the room. His mind still occupied about what to do.


A dozen thoughts flashed through his mind, while he walked around the campus. What was wrong with his approach? He knew, that the intensity of his methods were viewed as too high, they had always been seen by others as extreme, but to outright call them wrong...
What was so wrong about enforcing rules? What was so wrong about respecting rules?

His thoughts were promptly stopped as he was forced back to reality. Apparently he had fallen so deep into thinking, that he lost all sense of reality which led to him bumping in to someone. Oh No. Even if it was unintentional, he still had potentially harmed someone physically.
"My apologize. I was lost in my own thoughts."
If only he had paid more attention, why couldn't his damn special ability not warn him of this! It was practically the same as a death sentence for him.
"But anyhow, I see myself fully at fault, as such, if you request for any kind of compensation or wish to report me, feel free to do so. I certainly deserve punishment for my negligence."
Once he had uttered his apology, he could take a closer look at who he had bumped in to. It was a girl in a red trench coat.

Wait... He had seen her somewhere. Her name, it was...
Damn. He couldn't remember. But he was certain he should, it started with a K, but what followed after? And once more he had lost himself in thoughts, trying to remember the name of the person he had so rudely run into.​

 

[.titania]

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Vego

Outside the Temple of Vego

Kezus {mentioned as He) ( seasonedcat )

truthofself BnemonicDevice Xen6n Laszalet starstucker

"speech speech"

The feeling of a gentle breeze could not be compared to any other feeling in the world. A soft brush across the skin, nearly as delicate as a woman's hand filled with adoration, but nothing could quite compare to the serenity of wind. It's soft whispers floated through the air, unheard by anyone, except one quiet elf. Bare feet softly moved through the grass, one would step in front of the other with no predetermined path, just moving forward to move. The feet came to a stop in front of a statue, a female bust with shining crystalline wings casted a maroon glow upon all who walked beneath. Aquamarine eyes met nothing but closed stone, staring at the statue. Why must the god of winds be represented by wings? Didn't that seem cliché? The thoughts drifted in as quickly as they left and the blue eyes looked higher towards the equally blue sky, "Take me higher." Her dulcet voice was barely above a whisper but it seemed to be enough.

In a sudden burst of energy, the wind picked up rapidly and with intention. Grass blades rustled violently, even the statue seemed to come to life a little bit with the wind taking on a new tone. What once was compassionate, docile and pleasant had become reckless, electric and strong; within it's grip, Sillavana. She kept her body relaxed in the breeze, letting it carry her confidently off the ground. The feeling of weightlessness was godly, living in the moment while it lasted. Her gaze observed the clouds, finding one in particular to resemble the shape of a rabbit. It drew the corners of her mouth up slightly, not quite a smile but enough for the feeling to be understood. Soon she trailed her eyes further to the courtyard, to where she could see some of the chosen. Such young and innocent children. They looked free still. Sillavana couldn't look at them for long, losing interest when she understood her own chosen one wasn't among them. Her pointed ears twitched and seconds later, her foot landed on the roof of the temple -her temple, technically. The height was perfect with a view that stretched long enough to appease her for a while. Just letting the winds trail over her slythe frame, run through her silk white gown and brush her long snowy hair to fully relax in the whimsical feeling, undisturbed.

Her ears twitched again, head tilting to the side ever so slightly. "Why should I call him?" She spoke aloud, seemingly talking to nobody. There was a pause between her words and then she spoke again, "That's not a sound reasoning." The winds picked up speed again, pushing her off balance before fixing her. "Don't worry" The elven woman chuckled as she was readjusted "He should be dreaming of white butterflies and electricity."

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(I remember wynorx that you mentioned you have dyslexia. Just in case the font size/color/style is messing with you, I copied everything in this box here as well for you to read and anyone else that has visual issues)
The feeling of a gentle breeze could not be compared to any other feeling in the world. A soft brush across the skin, nearly as delicate as a woman's hand filled with adoration, but nothing could quite compare to the serenity of wind. It's soft whispers floated through the air, unheard by anyone, except one quiet elf. Bare feet softly moved through the grass, one would step in front of the other with no predetermined path, just moving forward to move. The feet came to a stop in front of a statue, a female bust with shining crystalline wings casted a maroon glow upon all who walked beneath. Aquamarine eyes met nothing but closed stone, staring at the statue. Why must the god of winds be represented by wings? Didn't that seem cliché? The thoughts drifted in as quickly as they left and the blue eyes looked higher towards the equally blue sky, "Take me higher." Her dulcet voice was barely above a whisper but it seemed to be enough.

In a sudden burst of energy, the wind picked up rapidly and with intention. Grass blades rustled violently, even the statue seemed to come to life a little bit with the wind taking on a new tone. What once was compassionate, docile and pleasant had become reckless, electric and strong; within it's grip, Sillavana. She kept her body relaxed in the breeze, letting it carry her confidently off the ground. The feeling of weightlessness was godly, living in the moment while it lasted. Her gaze observed the clouds, finding one in particular to resemble the shape of a rabbit. It drew the corners of her mouth up slightly, not quite a smile but enough for the feeling to be understood. Soon she trailed her eyes further to the courtyard, to where she could see some of the chosen. Such young and innocent children. They looked free still. Sillavana couldn't look at them for long, losing interest when she understood her own chosen one wasn't among them. Her pointed ears twitched and seconds later, her foot landed on the roof of the temple -her temple, technically. The height was perfect with a view that stretched long enough to appease her for a while. Just letting the winds trail over her slythe frame, run through her silk white gown and brush her long snowy hair to fully relax in the whimsical feeling, undisturbed.

Her ears twitched again, head tilting to the side ever so slightly. "Why should I call him?" She spoke aloud, seemingly talking to nobody. There was a pause between her words and then she spoke again, "That's not a sound reasoning." The winds picked up speed again, pushing her off balance before fixing her. "Don't worry" The elven woman chuckled as she was readjusted "He should be dreaming of white butterflies and electricity."

 

[BnemonicDevice]

TAI-YANG KONNYU

INTERACTING WITH: Vego .titania || LOCATION: Temple of Winds (Ascendant's Round)

. . . . . . . . .

It is said that the greatest stars are the biggest and most brilliant. Their glow and reach can touch the vast corners of the cosmos. It may take hundred of thousands, even millions of years to reach it, but it endures nonetheless. But for *whom* does a star glow? If its twinkle cannot be observed, if its presence is long forgotten, can one say it really ever shined?

. . . . . . . . .

The Sun Goddess emerged from a temple, her eyes lulled in a somber resignation. Behind her, one could see its pristine glow and splendor. It was as if the building was painstakingly sculpted from top to bottom, each window, ornament, and greenery chiseled out by some unknown craftsman. It was common knowledge to the mortal habitants of Ein that this temple harbored bad omens for any visitor. She dragged herself in front of the statue who bears the name of this temple's namesake, raising up her hand as a warm, yellow glow surrounded her right hand. Clasping her fingers around it, she raised it to the orb carried in the statue's left hand, seeing the stone sphere glow a similar color-- any temporary imperfections from within and without the temple-- be it aviary fecal matter, cobwebs, overgrown shrubbery, was cleansed from the face of Ein. This "ritual" Konnyu performs weekly was her way of honoring their missing sibling, ensuring the upkeep of the brightest attraction in the Ascendant's Round. Yet-- even as she places her light in Kedv's hardened hands, when she looks up at her older sister, she cannot help but frown at how the light never shimmers in her eyes.

Yet as she pouted, to her right, a gust of wind picked up in her direction, her long locks flowing to the left, her eyes instantly searching for its source. She could see a white, slender figure rising up into the air before landing upon the shrine situated in the middle of the right-bloc of the Ascendant's Round. Further beyond, her peripheral vision took note of some students idling about on top of the temple that came before her own. But, first things came first.

Konnyu leaped into the air, climbing up a steel metal lamppost, before parkouring her way around the Horseshoe, landing upon the same surface as the wind's conjourer. Finding herself staring at the drifting and listless sky elf, a small, tight, slender smile forms on Konnyu's lips. Out of the numerous Chosen Victors that came to inhabit the Goddess of Freedom, this one ranked itself as one of the highest in Konnyu's mind. "Taking the time to relax before all hell breaks lose, dear Sister?" she asked, referring to the impending status of the Game that they will all soon play. The diligent leader rested upon the rooftop slope of the Temple, her well-built and supple frame pressing hard against the cold stone, yet her muscles remained tense-- something that she has yet to work out through all this time. "I know I needn't say this after all this time-- but I won't disturb your peace for long." She spoke, as if going through the motions, already cognizant of the result of this dialogue tree. In truth, she would rather be caught dead than slacking off her job. Yet the reason Konnyu is more willing to do so in front of this Vego specifically, she sees that she's well-mannered enough not to get all snarky about it (unlike some of her other Siblings). And right now, she needs all the peace of mind she can get.

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[truthofself]

FULLNAME

MENTIONS REMUR ( Laszalet ) IVYN( Xen6n ) || LOCATION:: Ascendants Round

Klarion look at the clock on her watch again, seeing the minutes tick by as she got a little more annoyed by the minute. She was impatient that was for sure, but that's because she had REALLY enjoyed time with Ivyn when they weren't causing trouble, and plus she was hoping to possibly sketch him his lovely morning but; alas the morning took a turn. It wasn't a turn for the worse per se, but it was not what she was interested in. She just looked away from her watch, staring back up at the sky as she moved how she sat to start to stand to go searching for her friend, another body collided with hers the second she got to her feet.

She blinked, catching her balance and looking at the person she collided with for a moment, her right hand found its way to her hair as she flipped it behind her shoulder as the male began to talk, and talk, and talk and never-ending with their conversation of apology strung into punishment mention. Klarion quirked a brow, adjusting her bangs slightly to make sure her red eye was still hidden, and her grey one just stared down at the being in front of her. "Hard to missa women in a red coat among the colour green and a bright blue sky." She started off a little aggressive, clearly even more annoyed than she was prior. "But alas I wouldn't say ya got to be punished for a simple mistake y'know? I gotta admit, no matter the circumstances, eyes are meant to be used so like, open them more a little y'know? But maybe we're both over-reacting."

Her ears twitched a little, where now with the wind she can smell Ivyn, and peering past the man in front of her she sees his form in the distance, might as well continue to kill time till he arrives. "But hey, don't we have that uh, literature class together? Your Remur right? Or was it Rem...." she started to mumble what his name might be, trying to think if it were Remur or if it was something else? "Or am I thinking of someone else?"

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[Laszalet]

REMUR

Mention: Klarion Markus Dalton ( truthofself ) || Location: Ascendants Round

As he had expected, his mistake was not taken kindly by the girl, initially. Remur was surprised, her outburst showed hostility, yet she ceased it immediately. Not to mention, that she dismissed his offer for self punishment. He wanted to press her on that, to explain why he deserved punishment, but to decline in turn, her graciously overlooking his fatal error, that would be an even more fatal error than running into her. He had no choice but to lay the matter to rest, for now, as soon as the opportunity presented itself in the future, he certainly would repay her for his mistake however.

But alas, her mention of being in the same literature class did finally ring a bell in Remur's head. Klarion Markus Dalton. How could he had forgotten. Not only had she been a classmate of his, he had even already investigated her! Another mistake. Was he becoming sloppy?
He took a mental note to increase his exercises. Then he directed his concentration once more towards Klarion.

"Yes, my name is Remur. As yours is Klarion if I'm not mistake. I thank you for your graciousness to not pursue the matter in spite of the grave mistake I have committed," - Remur bowed before her - "as such I will change my offer. Should you require my assistance, whatever it may be, killing, protection or something else, feel free to ask, for you have my word, I will repay you for having troubled you so greatly." He paused for a moment
"Ah. And there is no need to decline, if you do not wish for my assistance, simply do not request it. For my offer will stand till it either is accepted or my eternal rest."

Remur knew he had gone overboard, such an offer was out of the ordinary, even for him. But Remur felt something connecting him to the person standing there. It was probably just an instinct, but it told him, that making his offer was the right thing to do, that it aligned with his cause. And that it would prove useful in the future. But at the same time, he felt strongly appalled by it. Remur was doing something, feeling something, he so clearly scorned others for, something he always had showed his dismay for just existing within himself:
Emotions. His Emotions​

 

[seasonedcat]

Kezus started his morning the same way he had for years now, the temple of the Oceans. Leaving an offering along with a prayer before he was able to start his day, at this point it was more of a habit than anything. The wind pushed past him as he exited the building as he closed his eyes and breathed it in. He couldn't help but feel a sense of home in the air, and that made him uncomfortable. No salt hung heavy in the air, no water soaked his skin, and yet he felt more at home than he ever had at his actual home. He felt wrong.

it wasn't a surprise that there wasn't many other merrow other than him, you are considered to be ignoring tradition and turning your back on your society if you leave the safety of the waves. Most merrows wouldn't disgrace themselves like that. For him, there was little other that he could do to disgrace himself, his bandages that covered his limps and torso were more than enough proof of his already beyond saving legacy.

as his hair rustled his eyes were drawn to another temple, the temple of the winds. He couldn't help but see a glance of a figure close to pure white in the breeze before they disappeared in a blink before his eyes could even make sense of it other than a flash of white. He shook his head, pulling his hair lightly as he stood for a moment trying to catch the sight again before shaking his head, maybe there was coral in his brain.

blowing some of his bangs out of his eyes, the water made hair so much simpler, before he began to move again, walking was hard to learn at first. Making sense of standing rather than floating, his movements were still stiff and foreign and far less smooth than those who walked all their life, still there was a fascination about it to himself. It was fairly simple until his constant thoughts of which foot next got blundered together and he forgot which one was actually next. This led of course to him falling forward, another thing he was not used to, not even bothering to put his hands out to catch himself-underwater the water itself catches you. his face made contact with the floor with an 'oomf' from him as he began to process what just happened, a moment of confusion as why the water didn't catch him. Of course that wasn't the only issue as the gust from the motion of his fall seemed to have pushed up someone's skirt as they were distracted by something else...
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[seasonedcat]

(ideas discussed with juju)
a cigarette lolled between his lips lazily as he reclined in the air, floating just above the hard-working girl. The sun was far too bright and it killed his exhausted eyes, as he uncomfortably swore in his own head at it. The short girl worked through the entire early morning, caring for the plants of the temples as a 'gardening club activity'. Of course, it had just been the other club members taking advantage of her niceness and leaving her to do it all alone making her think it was her job. He picked at his face's stitches as he glared at her, her own gullibility making him be 'seated' outside.

"ya' know kid watching you pick flowers isn't the most interesting thing to do,""ya' know kid watching you pick flowers isn't the most interesting thing to do," he commented to her knowing she would be the only one who could hear it, plus the only one who could catch glimpses of his hovering. The joys of being chosen and not knowing if you are crazy.

he stretched his arms, letting out a sigh before tapping off the excess soot from his cigarette. The soot tumbled down and landed on her shoulder, he studied her and if she even noticed it. His eyes closed as he tried to sleep in the sun like a cat, though he found the heat annoying, how did they enjoy this? Poking one of his eyes open again he glanced around at the students who began to wake up and converse around the area, no longer her being the only one here.

"why don't you do something fun, like destroy all the flowers and blame it on the others, I don't know..." "why don't you do something fun, like destroy all the flowers and blame it on the others, I don't know..." he yawned out to her as he floated more down to her level. She of course would not agree to this and as she was distracted by his response, his illusion of a cat appeared right before the wheel of the wheelbarrow she was wheeling, her panicked swerve caused the wheels instantly lose control and come tumbling out of her hands and onto the stone, "whoops, I thought it would be more interesting since your cute reactions, sadly I am disappointed" "whoops, I thought it would be more interesting since your cute reactions, sadly I am disappointed"he grumbled before floating back up higher than her again, the black cat designating into the air with one last blank stare at the girl.
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Osha rolled the wheelbarrow along the garden path, humming a light tune to herself. The sun was bright and the air was fresh with the promise of spring. She could feel her mood brighten with the season, though it would seem not everyone shared her joy.

She turned her head to look briefly at the floating kill-joy and shook her head, "Well, if you're so bored you could help me pick out some flower varieties for the left and right gardens. The other club members didn't have much input, but I'm thinking this year I should add some asters mixed in with hummingbird mint."

His comment on tearing up the garden made her scoff in disbelief, her ears flattening. "I would never! Just because you don't like them doesn't mean you should go around stomping on innocent plants like that! They deserve to be respected just as much as any other thing"

As she turned to look back at where she was going, she realized she was heading straight towards an unsuspecting cat. Yelping with alarm, Osha swerved the wheelbarrow out of the way, steering safely away from the cat but unfortunately tipping the wheelbarrow in the process. All the sticks, rotten leaves, and old roots she had spent the last half hour gathering spilled out all at once into a dusty pile. The cat disappeared, and she heard a sound of amusement from her 'companion'.

"Hey, that's not funny!" She exclaimed, tail puffed up in distress, "I told you to stop pulling these pranks on me, especially when there are other people around. I don't want to..."

She looked around and realized that anybody around her would be seeing her curse at some imaginary thing in the air. Defeatedly, she let out a sigh, "...sound like a lunatic."

Ears still pinned back, she pushed the wheelbarrow back up and began the painfully slow process of picking up the leaves and twigs.

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mood startled.

location somewhere on campus.

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fun fact their skirts got pushed up. they're not too pleased.

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now, vinyl was completely prepared to just get on with their day and ignore the incessant pest at the corner of their eye, and anyone who knew them knew that they liked following a set routine and proceeding with their day according to what was laid out for them. keeps things nice and simple, just how i like it.

feeling their skirt fly up was not part of that set routine.

they didn't make any sound or startle, although the breeze was a tad bit cold on their skin, but they did whirl around and push their skirt back down as quickly as they could—much to the chagrin of madamoiselle, who gave an indignant meow in protest from around their shoulders—shoving their ruined schedule into one of their many pockets. their first instinct was that there was some pervert who thought it was funny to flip their skirt up, and so their gaze was sharp and accusatory as they turned.

a ticked off snap of a response was ready on their lips, but they found nobody behind them until they actually looked down. there, at their feet, was some guy who had fallen face first onto the ground without even bothering to try and catch himself, if the way his arms lay limp at his sides were any indicator—he was probably the reason for their skirt flying up, although they didn't understand just how a simple trip and fall could create such a big gust of wind, enough to ruffle their skirts.

"hey, uh..." they started in a much gentler tone than they'd planned, unsure as they smoothed out their skirt before offering a hand to the person. "are you- do you need help? that fall sounded...bad." so they were a little socially inept. at least they were trying. they were working on not being a cynical asshole, they actually were, but it was a harder feat than their extroverted loved ones made it seem.

they saw that flash of green again, this time a more subdued jade color—which they did find pleasant to the eye—but they couldn't pay much attention to it as they attempted to help up the person with the messy blue hair. saints, it looks like someone tried to style it with a pitchfork. they didn't say that out loud, obviously, but boy, did their mind take immense satisfaction in getting to solidify that thought into cohesive words.

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[BnemonicDevice]

ENOCH SILANO

INTERACTING WITH Ivyn ( Xen6n ) || LOCATION:: Standing on the Steps of the Flame Temple (Ascendants Round) [

Scrambling to get himself together, he continued his efforts in trying to feel out for the handle of his sword with his gloved hands. He had heard the sound of footsteps and snickering entering into the earshot of his vicinity. The blind swordsman did his best to subdue the scowl forming on his face, but he knew better than to dignify the situation with a response.

Finally, his fingers had encountered on what should be the flat part of his double-edged blade, and in that instant, he could feel his senses be overloaded with a gushing stream of information. Details involving his current vicinity, including the hulking mass looming above him, which he concluded to be the source of the prior laughter. On the other hand, he began registering the uptake of wind ( .titania , Vego & Konnyu) that happened approximately 35 degrees to his left that was blowing its way over to them. However, knowing that in that location lie the Temple of Winds, he's not exactly dumbfounded as to what could possibly cause such an updraft.

Comfortably reaching for the handle of the blade that he's been looking for, he extends his hand out as brilliant blue light accumulates around his fingertips. It was if a laser was melting an invisible object in his hands as a single spark. 113.45 Degrees above eye-level, distance to target 82.37 cm, arm circumference approximately... the mechanical calculus of his blade worked simultaneously to his magic's manifestation. From his sparks came a condensed blue string of rope that shot out of his hands, latching onto the figures arm. For something so bright, one would expect it to be extraordinarily hot-- yet there was no signs of any heat being transferred in or out, or at all for that matter.

Pulling on this illuminating rope, Enoch used it to pull his delicate frame off the ground, which at that moment, the binding light withdrew from the figure's arm and retreated back into the palm of his hand. He now stood himself upright, digging the tip of his blade into the marble ground, resting his hands between the handle of his longsword. Now reoriented, he could properly address the snide comment that came his way-- "If you have the time to snicker, surely you could have offered a hand."he deadpanned. Despite using such fighting words, it lacked the touch of veracity that comes with such hostilities. One could figure that he could not care any less if the figure did actually help, but rather pointing it out in a robotic sense, denoting how that idle energy in those passing moments could have been used, yet were not.

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Vego

Temple of Winds

Konnyu ( BnemonicDevice )

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It was all peaceful. Wind remaining a pleasant companion for Vego to talk with. That is until her eldest sibling came to be. The elven woman opened her lustrous azure eyes the moment a white hot presence could be felt. A warm breeze began to pick up at the new celestial nearby. Out of all of her siblings, she was least bothered by the Sun. Konnyu's current form was a formidable one, a tall blonde dragonoid woman. Similar to Sillavana, she had won many games. Almost too many. It was of no concern to her. White hair that had been swirling around her pointed ears settled down her back and over her shoulders the moment Konnyu landed on the roof.

The wind wasn't a shy element but it was nor fond of being playful with most of the other celestials. It tolerated the Sun, Fire and the Ocean, being as they interacted the most, but had a great dislike for the Moon and Space. Vego readjusted her footing carefully and only kept part of her attention on her sister. The other understood that she didn't socialize often but would not purposefully chase her away. "Hmmm, I'm always relaxed, Konnyu." She hummed thoughtfully but the statement wasn't false; her mindset had long been stripped of attachments and kept an unnatural calm state "The wind gives me peace. It doesn't mind your presence." To anyone else, her words would sound crazy but hundreds of years had passed between the two and Konnyu -to some degree- should have understand her quirks and tendencies by now.

Her attention was ripped from the Sun celestial quickly as sparks of electricity unwillingly began to form from her hands, purple tendrils beginning to crakle around her form. Vego frowned at the sudden loss of control of her powers, wondering what had happened until whispers of wind travelled through her ears. Ah, it wanted her attention because He was exiting the Temple of Oceans. They were a creature of water so it made sense but to the wind, an emotionally charged element, it became irritated with this knowledge. How dare it's Chosen go worship a different Celestial? Sillavana had to reign in the electricity to dull sparks around her hands, speaking aloud to the wind currents "Stop that. They can't hear you anyway."

Rather than continue to indulge the element's agitation, she meandered over to Konnyu -steps never making a sound- and looked at where she perched. Sometimes her muted gaze was unnerving, large blue eyes not quite looking at you but almost like they were seeing through you. The elf seemed to see something, head tilting to the side, but didn't say anything about it and instead chose to move her gaze elsewhere at the changing clouds.

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[BnemonicDevice]

TAI-YANG KONNYU

INTERACTING WITH: Vego .titania || LOCATION: Temple of Winds (Ascendant's Round)

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What do the Winds and Stars have in common? Both of them can breathe life upon the denizens of Ein; they can guide wandering adventures and lost travelers to bring the on the right track; and no matter what, they are always with you whether you like them or not. Yet-- the winds are more personal. You can directly feel a sharp, cold blizzard graze against your cheek. You can scorn monsoons and tornadoes just as you can equally enjoy and relax under a gentle warm breeze. Yet, a star's light is distant. (Up close, of course-- it's volatile, harsh, scalding). But when it travels, it cools and tempers its radiance into the energy necessary to spur life into motion. But it takes time see the fruits of a star's labor. It endures and outlasts all that orbits it, such that no Celestial Body remains conscious enough to show any gratitude. Yet a star, nay-- even just a Sun-- keeps on sharing its warmth in spite of it.

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Watching the Silver Elf talk to the wind like a constant companion led Konnyu to reminisce about the life of the Chosen whose body she has come into possession most recently. The Dragonic race, of whom the girl who bore her namesake: Tai-Yang descends from, had a peculiar story regarding her kind. The "Nine Children of the Dragon," of which some progenitor being-- of which she suspected the Fire Celestial to be source-- spoke of the nine different hybrid offshoots. Konnyu chose her specifically because she couldn't help but see the cosmic similarities between her dragonkin and the Celestials. It was like she was looking at a crooked mirror at what could have been-- and up until they merged personas, she couldn't keep her eyes off her growth and progress. It saddened her that while she got a front row seat to the climax of the dragoness's story, that it ended up being only a paragraph of her long and arduous life.

Her heavy, sullen and somber eyes stared off into the distance reminiscing other vessels she had grown fond of before blue saucers stared in her general direction. Startled, she pushes herself up, clawing her hands against the marble roofing tiles, and pressed her back against the slant of the rooftop before catching herself. If it were any other Celestial, she would probably smite them down where they stood for pulling such a stunt and being able to arouse such a reaction out of her. Twice, no, thrice if it were her jackass twin sibling.

But-- she knew that Vego wasn't the type to stir up trouble for fun of it. A couple of millennia living with and fighting against her allowed her to pick up some of what makes the Wind Goddess tick. She long since come to the conclusion that she was her opposite-- just like how Kommor was with his poor work ethic and laid back attitude. Vego-- whose winds and air represent the first entities that the Sun's rays touch before reaching Ein's crust-- was detached and unbothered; two traits Konnyu wish she could come to possess. The dragonnet was more tolerate of the Wind Elf because she often found her anxieties and worries melt away in Vego's presence. There's no talk of games, timelines, futures, supernaturals and the like in her presence; only just living in the now and then. But she knew, deep down, that this idle lull was just simply the calm before the storm.

Quickly putting herself back together, she tried to decompress herself. "What's with that look? Is there something on my face?" she nervously laughed. "Or perhaps Something had happened to your Chosen?" she inquired of her sister. The Goddess of all Sunups and Sundowns brought herself up to her feet, quickly scanning the vicinity for her own Chosen. However, while this body was blessed with a high martial capabilities, information gathering and recognition on the other-hand wasn't exactly working in her favor. She could barely make out the location of her Chosen-- the mark she placed on him that established their connection out of range of their current location.

"Be honest with me though. This may be our last game we play. It's been a long, say, couple hundred millennia. Was any of it... memorable to you?" she asked, wondering if the distant Goddess made any enduring connections over the years.

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