- Location
- Canada
The scales made me think snakes, and the tears made me think "hey, she's probably sad because her life is crap".
I pretty much just typed it out quickly. Only remembered canon Fate Medusa afterwards.
Fate/Anima (Original Setting Grail War)
- Thread starter Sockpuppet
- Start date
The scales made me think snakes, and the tears made me think "hey, she's probably sad because her life is crap".
I pretty much just typed it out quickly. Only remembered canon Fate Medusa afterwards.
DimensionalGuy
Lazy Bastard
- Location
- Sweden
[X] A rusted and worn dagger wrapped in a teal green and gold scroll whose ink words have long since faded to the ages. [Assassin] [Jing Ke]
- Location
- w e w
The scales one is admittedly very hard to guess but I will say it is a medieval legend.
There are quite a few elves in Scandinavian myth I believe
ebolasos
Hiiii please be my friend!
- Location
- Down under
Never read any Scandinavian mythsThe scales one is admittedly very hard to guess but I will say it is a medieval legend.
There are quite a few elves in Scandinavian myth I believe
Damn thought it was Lemia for sure, what with her forever weeping due to her children being killed by Hera then cursed to being a snake like monster after Zeus did the hokey pokey with her.
*Gets into reading Scandinavian myths*
- Location
- w e w
Vote tally:
[X] A scrolled parchment yellowed and made brittle by the ages. On it is depicted an ink painting of what seems to be a bird in flight.[Saber]
No. of votes: 1
Neo-Chan
[X] A dull green scale hard like steel and as wide as your palm. Little round dark splotches dot the scale, looking remarkably like tear stains.[Rider]
No. of votes: 4
MatrixOne, cskey0, Side Character, lelenoi
[X] The upper half of a golden round shield decorated sparely with a simple crimson red ring.[Lancer]
No. of votes: 1
Mr.Dragon Fish
[X] A rotted elven ear decorated with an earring shaped in skeletal patterns. It is preserved in a jar of an eerie, unearthly looking blue fluid.[Caster]
No. of votes: 2
WorthyStranger, veekie
[x] A rotted elven ear decorated with an earring shaped in skeletal patterns. It is preserved in a jar of an eerie, unearthly looking blue fluid.
No. of votes: 1
ebolasos
Alright looks like Rider wins the vote.
[X] A scrolled parchment yellowed and made brittle by the ages. On it is depicted an ink painting of what seems to be a bird in flight.[Saber]
No. of votes: 1
Neo-Chan
[X] A dull green scale hard like steel and as wide as your palm. Little round dark splotches dot the scale, looking remarkably like tear stains.[Rider]
No. of votes: 4
MatrixOne, cskey0, Side Character, lelenoi
[X] The upper half of a golden round shield decorated sparely with a simple crimson red ring.[Lancer]
No. of votes: 1
Mr.Dragon Fish
[X] A rotted elven ear decorated with an earring shaped in skeletal patterns. It is preserved in a jar of an eerie, unearthly looking blue fluid.[Caster]
No. of votes: 2
WorthyStranger, veekie
[x] A rotted elven ear decorated with an earring shaped in skeletal patterns. It is preserved in a jar of an eerie, unearthly looking blue fluid.
No. of votes: 1
ebolasos
Alright looks like Rider wins the vote.
3: Trust
- Location
- w e w
Telara draws out your catalyst. Under the dim light of the plane, the scale's metallic surface glistens, blotching out the dark stains splotched about it. She reaches forward with her free hand and grasps your hand, pulling it towards her. She places the scale in your palm and closes your fingers around it. With a gentle squeeze, she lets go and draws back. The considerate gesture was so uncharacteristic that you reflexively find yourself searching her face for any hints. In her maroon red eyes, you find a flash of sympathy. Sympathy for what, you could not understand. When she notices your stare, she looks away from you and begins fiddling about in her robes again, making herself seem busy.
"There it is. When we land, we meet up with the overseer to get things straight." Her tone of voice was firm and authoritative, leaving no leeway for a reply.
So naturally silence was the loudest mouth left in the room. Kadishtu wasn't the type to talk out of hand. Zidan seemed to have his thoughts preoccupied. You didn't want to break this silence that was an almost palpable wall. The quietude lasted for an hour that felt several times longer.
Telara was the one who broke it.
"We're landing. Zidan, prepare your equipment," she said, leaving you wondering why she hadn't mentioned anyone else. This was when you realized you had no possessions other than the ragged clothes on your back. These were the same clothes you had when you were captured, and they were not at all anything suited for wear and tear. Rather, your attire was the quintessence of homely average: a simple T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. But more importantly, you didn't have your instruments, nor did you have your compositions. They were all confiscated when your home was ransacked by enforcers. Even now, a bitter feeling stings within you when you recall how your life's meaning was just snatched away in an instant. Even so, you try to keep calm here. You couldn't let your emotions overwhelm you. You needed to be better than yourself for your own survival and to not be dead weight for the others around you.
You ask what you were wondering. Maybe, just maybe, your instruments had been brought with you. With them, you could channel your magecraft far more efficiently.
"Do any of us have equipment we should prepare as well?"
Tellara cocked her head.
"Well, I suppose you do. He's entirely fine with his own body though," she responds, pointing to Kadishtu with her thumb. "His body has more equipment than anything we could ever pack for ourselves. Anyways, here." She reached into her robe and drew out a beautifully carved lyre of smooth and shining elder wood. It was surprisingly small, made for easy carrying. On its wooden surface were various runic inscriptions that flashed with iridescent sparkle, giving the lyre a scintillating glaze of rainbow. Strings of what seemed to be solid gold reflected the light well, casting a cheerful glow into the gloomy atmosphere of the plane.
There was no mistaking it. This was your preferred musical mystic code. Made of blessed wood of the elder tree that was sacred to the Celts and with all of its design focused around replicating the miraculous abilities of the elder Celtic god Dagda's harp, the lyre was peerless among mystical instruments. Eagerly, like a child receiving a toy, you reached out for it and hugged it to your chest, feeling its oh so comfortable weight and texture. It wasn't just a mystic code; a tool simply existing to provide a means to an end. It was your passion given form. What made your musical heart fully express itself to the world. Seeing your unbridled enthusiasm, Telara smiled.
"It was the only thing I could salvage that was under your family name," she said. A melancholic frown replaced her smile. "It's regrettable that I couldn't get anything more, but you weren't meant to sur-" She cut herself off.
"Gaudy. All that light will attract attention," Kadishtu commented.
Zidan shook his head. "Oh pipe down, will ya? That attitude ain't gonna do us no good."
A sudden lurch from the plane abruptly broke the conversation and kept everyone grabbing to whatever they could to stop from sliding wildly across the plane.
"This ain't no regular turbulence," commented Zidan. He drew his left hand into a holster and took out a revolver.
Telara was instantly on her feet.
"The plane will be making an emergency landing!" she shouted, her visible skin becoming criss-crossed with bright green patterns of light. A reinforcement spell to let her keep balance. "It's being attacked by creatures that I can't see through my familiar pilot's eyes. Everyone, brace yourselves for a serious impact!"
The plane went wild, desperately trying to right itself as impact after impact from every direction slammed it around like a rag doll. Zidan kept his footing steady with his own reinforcement, slamming his arm into the metal of the plane and gripping a tight fistful of it. Kadishtu seemed to be unnaturally affixed to his seat with what seemed to be webbing with individual strands as thick as pencils. You, on the other hand, sat dumbfounded just a few moments too long while the others prepared. As a result, you found yourself hurtling towards the ceiling of the plane at reckless speeds. You didn't have time to do anything. You weren't trained even in basic reinforcement, only music, and music was slow by its nature.
As the cold metal of the ceiling drew closer and closer, you closed your eyes and tensed your body for the inevitable blow. Instead, you found yourself suspended in midair by an octopian tentacle that firmly wrapped around your waist. You trace your sight across the tentacle and find it belongs to Kadishtu, his right arm having become your saving grace. Unceremoniously, he flung you beside himself, where you found yourself stuck to the bench with the same webbing he kept himself steady with.
"Thank you," you mutter, having not at all expected this kind of gesture from him. You don't receive a response in kind.
"This is bad," Telara said, "doesn't look like a 'serious impact' will be the extent of it. We're dropping like a rock. We better prepare for a full on crash. Kadishtu, deal with this."
You felt your stomach become queasy as you experienced what was essentially free fall from who knew how far up in the sky. You didn't to think about it, at any rate. You just hugged your lyre and the scale even closer to yourself, trying desperately to ease your wildly beating heart.
Kadishtu then exploded.
He expanded into a giant, grotesque pink blob of soft, slimy organic material that fully covered the entirety of the plane's inside, swallowing up you and everyone else.
You were completely covered in this mass of flesh from head to toe. It was fluffy and soft to the touch, and yet when you tried to push against it you found it completely absorbing the force you put in against it, trapping you completely. You couldn't breathe in this disgusting bulk, so you just held your breath.
You felt a dull thud ripple through the mass. The flesh mound then melted spontaneously, pouring onto grassy ground in huge quantities, forming a giant puddle of gooey pink ooze. Wait, ground?
You notice you were standing on ground. Ground covered by thick, wild grass and dotted with flowers you had never before seen in your life. It was night time, and awfully dark. You looked around and saw Zidan and Telara standing near just fine, albeit drenched by whatever it was that Kadishtu had turned into. Wreckage from the plane lay flung around here and there around you. It was evident that whatever Kadishtu had created completely negated the crash's impact.
Before you could ask any questions, you saw the ooze on the ground sucking up to a single point, building into the shape of a human being. Colors filled in the human cast, and Kadishtu was there once more, completely appearing the same as he had before his change.
"That cost me a life," he said with irritation, "you jokers better prove useful later on."
"No need fer you ask us that," responded Zidan as he twirled his revolver about his fingers before loading it with bright silver bullets.
"Everyone, follow me," said Telara, urgency high in her voice. "We need to get to the rendezvous point with the Overseer, which isn't too far from here."
"Woah now, shouldn't we be summonin' our servants? If that jus' now was a servant's attack, I ain't bout' to be a sittin' duck. Mark my words, I ain't no coward, but I gotta say that I ain't no match for a servant in any way." Zidan took out the horsehair tassel that was his catalyst. Kadishtu followed suit, drawing out what appeared to be a mechanical gauntlet.
"No, no need," replied Telara, "don't waste your time on that. We have Heracles, after all."
Heracles materialized again, and you could now appreciate the full scale of his figure. He stood more than two and a half meters tall, and it seemed he was made entirely of muscle. His stone skin blended with the dark of night, making his appearance a bit hazy to you. In every sense of the word, he seemed to be an indestructible wall. He held no weapons, and yet he still radiated an immensely dangerous presence. Information blinked into your mind, and you realized you were seeing what you knew of Heracles's capabilities. Master's clairvoyance, as it was called, and, though you only saw parameters, you could already tell Heracles was a high ranked heroic spirit.
"Lookie here missy, I like ya, but I don't trust ya all that much y'know?" Zidan shrugged apologetically. "I ain't gonna put my entire life entirely in yer hands like that. Also, yer servant ain't enough to guarantee our safety. What if a stealthy sucker is prowlin' bout? What's a brute force fighter gonna do bout' that?"
"Obviously, I'm of the same opinion. How about we summon our own servants first for peace of mind?" agreed Kadishtu.
Telara was taken aback, and a wounded look wreathed her face for just a second before she regained her composure.
"Trust!? Trust!? I can't believe we're talking about trust right now! I gave you all more than enough of my own trust! You-." She pointed at you in an almost desperate rush.
"How about you? Do you trust me?"
[ ] You trust her. [Follows her plan]
[ ] Agree with the others. [Summon your own servant]
"There it is. When we land, we meet up with the overseer to get things straight." Her tone of voice was firm and authoritative, leaving no leeway for a reply.
So naturally silence was the loudest mouth left in the room. Kadishtu wasn't the type to talk out of hand. Zidan seemed to have his thoughts preoccupied. You didn't want to break this silence that was an almost palpable wall. The quietude lasted for an hour that felt several times longer.
Telara was the one who broke it.
"We're landing. Zidan, prepare your equipment," she said, leaving you wondering why she hadn't mentioned anyone else. This was when you realized you had no possessions other than the ragged clothes on your back. These were the same clothes you had when you were captured, and they were not at all anything suited for wear and tear. Rather, your attire was the quintessence of homely average: a simple T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. But more importantly, you didn't have your instruments, nor did you have your compositions. They were all confiscated when your home was ransacked by enforcers. Even now, a bitter feeling stings within you when you recall how your life's meaning was just snatched away in an instant. Even so, you try to keep calm here. You couldn't let your emotions overwhelm you. You needed to be better than yourself for your own survival and to not be dead weight for the others around you.
You ask what you were wondering. Maybe, just maybe, your instruments had been brought with you. With them, you could channel your magecraft far more efficiently.
"Do any of us have equipment we should prepare as well?"
Tellara cocked her head.
"Well, I suppose you do. He's entirely fine with his own body though," she responds, pointing to Kadishtu with her thumb. "His body has more equipment than anything we could ever pack for ourselves. Anyways, here." She reached into her robe and drew out a beautifully carved lyre of smooth and shining elder wood. It was surprisingly small, made for easy carrying. On its wooden surface were various runic inscriptions that flashed with iridescent sparkle, giving the lyre a scintillating glaze of rainbow. Strings of what seemed to be solid gold reflected the light well, casting a cheerful glow into the gloomy atmosphere of the plane.
There was no mistaking it. This was your preferred musical mystic code. Made of blessed wood of the elder tree that was sacred to the Celts and with all of its design focused around replicating the miraculous abilities of the elder Celtic god Dagda's harp, the lyre was peerless among mystical instruments. Eagerly, like a child receiving a toy, you reached out for it and hugged it to your chest, feeling its oh so comfortable weight and texture. It wasn't just a mystic code; a tool simply existing to provide a means to an end. It was your passion given form. What made your musical heart fully express itself to the world. Seeing your unbridled enthusiasm, Telara smiled.
"It was the only thing I could salvage that was under your family name," she said. A melancholic frown replaced her smile. "It's regrettable that I couldn't get anything more, but you weren't meant to sur-" She cut herself off.
"Gaudy. All that light will attract attention," Kadishtu commented.
Zidan shook his head. "Oh pipe down, will ya? That attitude ain't gonna do us no good."
A sudden lurch from the plane abruptly broke the conversation and kept everyone grabbing to whatever they could to stop from sliding wildly across the plane.
"This ain't no regular turbulence," commented Zidan. He drew his left hand into a holster and took out a revolver.
Telara was instantly on her feet.
"The plane will be making an emergency landing!" she shouted, her visible skin becoming criss-crossed with bright green patterns of light. A reinforcement spell to let her keep balance. "It's being attacked by creatures that I can't see through my familiar pilot's eyes. Everyone, brace yourselves for a serious impact!"
The plane went wild, desperately trying to right itself as impact after impact from every direction slammed it around like a rag doll. Zidan kept his footing steady with his own reinforcement, slamming his arm into the metal of the plane and gripping a tight fistful of it. Kadishtu seemed to be unnaturally affixed to his seat with what seemed to be webbing with individual strands as thick as pencils. You, on the other hand, sat dumbfounded just a few moments too long while the others prepared. As a result, you found yourself hurtling towards the ceiling of the plane at reckless speeds. You didn't have time to do anything. You weren't trained even in basic reinforcement, only music, and music was slow by its nature.
As the cold metal of the ceiling drew closer and closer, you closed your eyes and tensed your body for the inevitable blow. Instead, you found yourself suspended in midair by an octopian tentacle that firmly wrapped around your waist. You trace your sight across the tentacle and find it belongs to Kadishtu, his right arm having become your saving grace. Unceremoniously, he flung you beside himself, where you found yourself stuck to the bench with the same webbing he kept himself steady with.
"Thank you," you mutter, having not at all expected this kind of gesture from him. You don't receive a response in kind.
"This is bad," Telara said, "doesn't look like a 'serious impact' will be the extent of it. We're dropping like a rock. We better prepare for a full on crash. Kadishtu, deal with this."
You felt your stomach become queasy as you experienced what was essentially free fall from who knew how far up in the sky. You didn't to think about it, at any rate. You just hugged your lyre and the scale even closer to yourself, trying desperately to ease your wildly beating heart.
Kadishtu then exploded.
He expanded into a giant, grotesque pink blob of soft, slimy organic material that fully covered the entirety of the plane's inside, swallowing up you and everyone else.
You were completely covered in this mass of flesh from head to toe. It was fluffy and soft to the touch, and yet when you tried to push against it you found it completely absorbing the force you put in against it, trapping you completely. You couldn't breathe in this disgusting bulk, so you just held your breath.
You felt a dull thud ripple through the mass. The flesh mound then melted spontaneously, pouring onto grassy ground in huge quantities, forming a giant puddle of gooey pink ooze. Wait, ground?
You notice you were standing on ground. Ground covered by thick, wild grass and dotted with flowers you had never before seen in your life. It was night time, and awfully dark. You looked around and saw Zidan and Telara standing near just fine, albeit drenched by whatever it was that Kadishtu had turned into. Wreckage from the plane lay flung around here and there around you. It was evident that whatever Kadishtu had created completely negated the crash's impact.
Before you could ask any questions, you saw the ooze on the ground sucking up to a single point, building into the shape of a human being. Colors filled in the human cast, and Kadishtu was there once more, completely appearing the same as he had before his change.
"That cost me a life," he said with irritation, "you jokers better prove useful later on."
"No need fer you ask us that," responded Zidan as he twirled his revolver about his fingers before loading it with bright silver bullets.
"Everyone, follow me," said Telara, urgency high in her voice. "We need to get to the rendezvous point with the Overseer, which isn't too far from here."
"Woah now, shouldn't we be summonin' our servants? If that jus' now was a servant's attack, I ain't bout' to be a sittin' duck. Mark my words, I ain't no coward, but I gotta say that I ain't no match for a servant in any way." Zidan took out the horsehair tassel that was his catalyst. Kadishtu followed suit, drawing out what appeared to be a mechanical gauntlet.
"No, no need," replied Telara, "don't waste your time on that. We have Heracles, after all."
Heracles materialized again, and you could now appreciate the full scale of his figure. He stood more than two and a half meters tall, and it seemed he was made entirely of muscle. His stone skin blended with the dark of night, making his appearance a bit hazy to you. In every sense of the word, he seemed to be an indestructible wall. He held no weapons, and yet he still radiated an immensely dangerous presence. Information blinked into your mind, and you realized you were seeing what you knew of Heracles's capabilities. Master's clairvoyance, as it was called, and, though you only saw parameters, you could already tell Heracles was a high ranked heroic spirit.
Name: Heracles
Origin: Greek Mythology
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Height: 253 cm
Weight: 311 Kg
Class: ???
Parameters
STR: A+
END: B+
AGI: A
MGI: C
LCK: E
Class Skills:
???
Personal Skills:
???
Noble Phantasms:
???
Origin: Greek Mythology
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Height: 253 cm
Weight: 311 Kg
Class: ???
Parameters
STR: A+
END: B+
AGI: A
MGI: C
LCK: E
Class Skills:
???
Personal Skills:
???
Noble Phantasms:
???
"Lookie here missy, I like ya, but I don't trust ya all that much y'know?" Zidan shrugged apologetically. "I ain't gonna put my entire life entirely in yer hands like that. Also, yer servant ain't enough to guarantee our safety. What if a stealthy sucker is prowlin' bout? What's a brute force fighter gonna do bout' that?"
"Obviously, I'm of the same opinion. How about we summon our own servants first for peace of mind?" agreed Kadishtu.
Telara was taken aback, and a wounded look wreathed her face for just a second before she regained her composure.
"Trust!? Trust!? I can't believe we're talking about trust right now! I gave you all more than enough of my own trust! You-." She pointed at you in an almost desperate rush.
"How about you? Do you trust me?"
[ ] You trust her. [Follows her plan]
[ ] Agree with the others. [Summon your own servant]
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DevilsAdvocate
Always follow the golden rule.
[X] You trust her. [Follows her plan]
DimensionalGuy
Lazy Bastard
- Location
- Sweden
[X] Agree with the others.
Summoning in suboptimal conditions produces a weaker Servant due to imperfect summoning. With half the team deploying Servants, SOMEONE has to look out for the long game and prepare for the later conflict.
- Location
- w e w
Oh right Caster was Skuld.
- Location
- Somewhere over the Rainbow
[X] You trust her. [Follows her plan]
Well she gave us our mystic code and catalyst, so we might as well a least give her the benefit of the doubt.
Well she gave us our mystic code and catalyst, so we might as well a least give her the benefit of the doubt.
- Location
- w e w
Vote tally:
##### 3.21
[X] You trust her.[Follows her plan]
No. of votes: 7
veekie, dunk1010, ebolasos, lelenoi, Bommelom, Neo-Chan, Mr.Dragon Fish
[X] Agree with the others.[Summon your own servant]
No. of votes: 2
MatrixOne, Nevill
[X] Agree with the others.
No. of votes: 1
DimensionalGuy
Well the seemingly obvious choice has been chosen.
##### 3.21
[X] You trust her.[Follows her plan]
No. of votes: 7
veekie, dunk1010, ebolasos, lelenoi, Bommelom, Neo-Chan, Mr.Dragon Fish
[X] Agree with the others.[Summon your own servant]
No. of votes: 2
MatrixOne, Nevill
[X] Agree with the others.
No. of votes: 1
DimensionalGuy
Well the seemingly obvious choice has been chosen.
- Location
- Tel'aran'rhiod
[X] Agree with the others.
4: And Then There Were Three
- Location
- w e w
The tension in the atmosphere was like dry tinder under a shower of emotional sparks. A single mistake could burn down all the bridges you had made so far with the people that could guarantee your safety. You weren't the type to weigh your options with cold logic, but neither were you the headstrong type. Trust was an issue you had never had to handle seriously, and now you could see how soft a creature it was. You could understand both perspectives in this matter. Zidan and Kadishtu had every right to be suspect of Telara, and it was apparent that they hadn't known her long. They were also not incorrect regarding their servant summoning. Zidan's comment that a more hidden servant could be slinking around in the night was also not unfounded, considering Telara had said creatures she couldn't see had brought down the plane.
Kadishtu was eternally self-serving, so you at least trusted him to show you what decision was the most useful in purely practical terms. If you had been a magus cut from the same icy cloth that much of the Association wore, then you would no doubt have chosen to side against Telara.
However, You were cut from a different cloth. A cloth warm with innocent, unblemished passion. One that did not have the hardened edges of Zidan's nor the blackened mold of Kadishtu's. Even though your mind understood the rationality behind siding against Telara, your heart strained against it.
She had given you snippets of sympathy. Returned to you the symbol of your passion. Out of everyone you knew from the plane, she was the one that had given you the most trust and kindness. A heart ignored often yearns for the slightest of warmth, and so it was with you. With a wavering voice, you made your decision clear and simple.
"I trust you."
Telara seemed taken aback, but quickly settled herself down. She nodded slowly.
"Good. Come with me. It wouldn't do you any good to die here. You're.... needed after all." Telara couldn't look at you when she said her last sentence. It didn't feel right, but now was not the time or mood to voice questions. Wordlessly, you went to her side, your heart beating wildly in anticipation of your action's consequences.
Zidan sighed. "Hell, if that's gonna be how it is, I might as well join." He followed in your footsteps. All three of you looked back at Kadishtu.
"How charming, but I will stay behind and summon my servant," retorted Kadishtu, his figure firmly unwavering.
Telara thrust her hand into her robes again.
"Now, now, I know what you will do. Take out that page and threaten me, right? Go ahead. Do it. Crumple it up. Burn it. Tear it. Do whatever you please. Just know that if I do somehow live, you will have no more control over me." He said no more, but his threatening tone left very little mistake as to his intentions. His words had an inhuman drone to them, rattling chills through your whole body. Telara drew out the page. Her hands were white from her gripping it so tight.
Seconds passed, and the page was still there. Telara bore a fierce glare into Kadishtu, and yet she hesitated. She had never killed before, and the decision, even if it was about someone far from human like Kadishtu, was a weighty one.
A gunshot rang through the air. Unused to such a sound, you reflexively duck your head, closing your eyes and putting your arms defensively in front of you. You open an eye and see Zidan's revolver smoking from its muzzle. Judging from the angle it's pointed at, you realize he had shot the page. Your sight confirms this. Embedded in the center of the black page was a sharply contrasting silver bullet. Zidan had somehow controlled the bullet's flight to end exactly the moment it pierced the page. Telara's eyes widened in shock as she realized what had happened. The bullet melted, expanding into a pool of platinum white metal that quickly glazed over the page. Telara dropped the page on instinct, and it stuck to the ground on an edge, having been coated in durable metal.
"We don't need yer kind round' these parts. Good riddance." Zidan twirled his revolver around a finger before holstering it and turning away. The metal on the page quickly became white hot before exploding into brilliant white flames that ate away the page into oblivion. Curious, you turn back to Kadishtu to see how he is reacting. His bandages were gone, leaving his figure bare. It was so bizarre you simply stared in dumbfound wonder.
Kadishtu's body was a mass collection of pages carved from his skin and muscle. His facial features were nonexistent, and indeed his face itself was simply another collection of pages. He had no distinguishing features like hair or even nails. All of his bodily space were pages. Pages upon pages upon pages of flesh and blood that swayed in the night breeze. A literal human paper mache. But even more disturbing were the words. Countless letters and words scrawled in the blackest ink you had ever seen. Words on every inch of the pages and even on the exposed bones. Words of abstruse twirls and twists that emanated a horrifying presence that left you sick to your stomach.
You couldn't take your mind off the words. You felt your thoughts leaving you. Your body was becoming numb, edging closer and closer into an empty, mindless shell. A firm grip twisted you around and your eyes met Telara's closed ones. Grasping your arm, she pulled you forward and away from Kadishtu's limp body.
"Words from a dimension of horrors. Don't look at them, a human mind can't handle it." Telara pulled harder, and you felt feeling return to your feet. "Go! I wouldn't put it behind him to have planned some sort of suicide attack, move away as fast as you can and follow me!" Your feet now moved on their own. You felt yourself running forwards into the dark of night supported by Telara's comforting hold.
You look ahead and see Zidan maintaining an easy pace and yet still being a solid ten meters forward. It was evident that his body was quite stronger than the average joe's. Or maybe you were just slow. Playing music all day certainly didn't help your legwork.
"Jeez, you're so slow!" exclaimed Telara, confirming your suspicions. Your breathing became more and more strained, and it felt like you were taking in less and less oxygen as you went on. Telara seemed to be running relatively fine ever so slightly ahead of you. You at least needed to match her pace, or else your already very sufficiently wounded pride would fall into the gutters at this rate. Mustering up your strength, you sprint forward. As you do so, you take a quick glance behind you, quite sure that you were out of the words' range. You can barely make out Kadishtu's slumped over figure.
You see the faintest of red glints where Kadishtu's right hand is supposed to be. You weren't too sure though. His image was shrinking more and more as you went forward, and the dark night didn't help. You blow it off as a trick of your strained mind.
"Stop," said Telara holding out an arm to halt everyone while she panted from exhaustion. "Phew. I'm a desk worker. Let's take a bit of rest here. Heracles isn't reporting any nearby enemies, so we should be okay."
You sit down on the soft grass and take in deep breaths, trying to calm your pounding heart down.
"Heh, looks like I'm still kickin' pretty good. Better than you young'uns at least." Zidan smiled heartily, not at all winded. "Should we be summonin' our servants?"
Telara shook her head.
"No, not yet. We're close to the outpost the overseer is in. Plus we need to get moving soon to minimize our chances of coming into danger."
It suddenly came to you that you had a few questions to ask about... generally everything.
[ ] Ask about how you were selected as a master
[ ] Ask about Kadishtu and whether he is dead for a certainty
[ ] Ask about the overseer
[ ] Ask about where exactly you are
[ ] Write-In
Kadishtu was eternally self-serving, so you at least trusted him to show you what decision was the most useful in purely practical terms. If you had been a magus cut from the same icy cloth that much of the Association wore, then you would no doubt have chosen to side against Telara.
However, You were cut from a different cloth. A cloth warm with innocent, unblemished passion. One that did not have the hardened edges of Zidan's nor the blackened mold of Kadishtu's. Even though your mind understood the rationality behind siding against Telara, your heart strained against it.
She had given you snippets of sympathy. Returned to you the symbol of your passion. Out of everyone you knew from the plane, she was the one that had given you the most trust and kindness. A heart ignored often yearns for the slightest of warmth, and so it was with you. With a wavering voice, you made your decision clear and simple.
"I trust you."
Telara seemed taken aback, but quickly settled herself down. She nodded slowly.
"Good. Come with me. It wouldn't do you any good to die here. You're.... needed after all." Telara couldn't look at you when she said her last sentence. It didn't feel right, but now was not the time or mood to voice questions. Wordlessly, you went to her side, your heart beating wildly in anticipation of your action's consequences.
Zidan sighed. "Hell, if that's gonna be how it is, I might as well join." He followed in your footsteps. All three of you looked back at Kadishtu.
"How charming, but I will stay behind and summon my servant," retorted Kadishtu, his figure firmly unwavering.
Telara thrust her hand into her robes again.
"Now, now, I know what you will do. Take out that page and threaten me, right? Go ahead. Do it. Crumple it up. Burn it. Tear it. Do whatever you please. Just know that if I do somehow live, you will have no more control over me." He said no more, but his threatening tone left very little mistake as to his intentions. His words had an inhuman drone to them, rattling chills through your whole body. Telara drew out the page. Her hands were white from her gripping it so tight.
Seconds passed, and the page was still there. Telara bore a fierce glare into Kadishtu, and yet she hesitated. She had never killed before, and the decision, even if it was about someone far from human like Kadishtu, was a weighty one.
A gunshot rang through the air. Unused to such a sound, you reflexively duck your head, closing your eyes and putting your arms defensively in front of you. You open an eye and see Zidan's revolver smoking from its muzzle. Judging from the angle it's pointed at, you realize he had shot the page. Your sight confirms this. Embedded in the center of the black page was a sharply contrasting silver bullet. Zidan had somehow controlled the bullet's flight to end exactly the moment it pierced the page. Telara's eyes widened in shock as she realized what had happened. The bullet melted, expanding into a pool of platinum white metal that quickly glazed over the page. Telara dropped the page on instinct, and it stuck to the ground on an edge, having been coated in durable metal.
"We don't need yer kind round' these parts. Good riddance." Zidan twirled his revolver around a finger before holstering it and turning away. The metal on the page quickly became white hot before exploding into brilliant white flames that ate away the page into oblivion. Curious, you turn back to Kadishtu to see how he is reacting. His bandages were gone, leaving his figure bare. It was so bizarre you simply stared in dumbfound wonder.
Kadishtu's body was a mass collection of pages carved from his skin and muscle. His facial features were nonexistent, and indeed his face itself was simply another collection of pages. He had no distinguishing features like hair or even nails. All of his bodily space were pages. Pages upon pages upon pages of flesh and blood that swayed in the night breeze. A literal human paper mache. But even more disturbing were the words. Countless letters and words scrawled in the blackest ink you had ever seen. Words on every inch of the pages and even on the exposed bones. Words of abstruse twirls and twists that emanated a horrifying presence that left you sick to your stomach.
You couldn't take your mind off the words. You felt your thoughts leaving you. Your body was becoming numb, edging closer and closer into an empty, mindless shell. A firm grip twisted you around and your eyes met Telara's closed ones. Grasping your arm, she pulled you forward and away from Kadishtu's limp body.
"Words from a dimension of horrors. Don't look at them, a human mind can't handle it." Telara pulled harder, and you felt feeling return to your feet. "Go! I wouldn't put it behind him to have planned some sort of suicide attack, move away as fast as you can and follow me!" Your feet now moved on their own. You felt yourself running forwards into the dark of night supported by Telara's comforting hold.
You look ahead and see Zidan maintaining an easy pace and yet still being a solid ten meters forward. It was evident that his body was quite stronger than the average joe's. Or maybe you were just slow. Playing music all day certainly didn't help your legwork.
"Jeez, you're so slow!" exclaimed Telara, confirming your suspicions. Your breathing became more and more strained, and it felt like you were taking in less and less oxygen as you went on. Telara seemed to be running relatively fine ever so slightly ahead of you. You at least needed to match her pace, or else your already very sufficiently wounded pride would fall into the gutters at this rate. Mustering up your strength, you sprint forward. As you do so, you take a quick glance behind you, quite sure that you were out of the words' range. You can barely make out Kadishtu's slumped over figure.
You see the faintest of red glints where Kadishtu's right hand is supposed to be. You weren't too sure though. His image was shrinking more and more as you went forward, and the dark night didn't help. You blow it off as a trick of your strained mind.
"Stop," said Telara holding out an arm to halt everyone while she panted from exhaustion. "Phew. I'm a desk worker. Let's take a bit of rest here. Heracles isn't reporting any nearby enemies, so we should be okay."
You sit down on the soft grass and take in deep breaths, trying to calm your pounding heart down.
"Heh, looks like I'm still kickin' pretty good. Better than you young'uns at least." Zidan smiled heartily, not at all winded. "Should we be summonin' our servants?"
Telara shook her head.
"No, not yet. We're close to the outpost the overseer is in. Plus we need to get moving soon to minimize our chances of coming into danger."
It suddenly came to you that you had a few questions to ask about... generally everything.
[ ] Ask about how you were selected as a master
[ ] Ask about Kadishtu and whether he is dead for a certainty
[ ] Ask about the overseer
[ ] Ask about where exactly you are
[ ] Write-In
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Hiiii please be my friend!
- Location
- Down under
*Salt overflow*
I've spent about 6 hours searching legends only for you to let it slip so easily gahahagabale ahahahahahah
[X]Ask about how you were selected as a master
I wonder why they picked us over others.
- Location
- w e w
I was going to link this wiki page but I forgot to be subtle lol