Darling, I'm a Nightmare

Chaos Magician Night Elf ~ 69 (Looks 28) RP blog for Magical Enemies RP

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The Watcher on the Wall | Open

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That was a pretty good question. He did wonder what he meant with that. The most powerful magic types were the most rare ones. The Dragon forms, which he was certain Borus didn’t have, the Rare forms, the Gem forms. He knew a lot of DracoMancers who had all the normal types of Magic, but somehow he got the feeling the NightElf wasn’t one of them. ‘Like a rare magic, like we learned in school…’ he paused. ‘Or I did at least. Did you guys learn about the different types? Color, elemental, gem, etc?’

He leaned against the wall, and looked over the edge. ‘I have only Ice Magic,’ he confessed, allowing his cold touch to create frost on the stones. He liked the cold, but he didn’t dislike the warmth. His affiliation with the Lycans went beyond his race, he too enjoyed the north and the weather there more than he enjoyed living around the Masadur. ‘But every Magic can be powerful, I guess.’

“Yes we did, but-” Borus paused trying to figure out how to say what he wanted to say “Learning is different when you are the only example. I mean don’t get me wrong Chaos Magic is not as rare as you think. But it was still bitch to learn pretty much on my own.”  He shook his head fingers playing with the small stones scattered amongst the rough slabs of the wall. 

Listening though as the other spoke Borus almost didn;t feel the cold start to seep into his fingertips, mind lost in thought. However when it did reach him it was almost comforting in a way. Denian was always making things colder than they needed to be, always pushing Borus to show him new things to do with his magic. “Keep that in mind and you’ll never be caught off guard” Borus nodded looking over at the other boy.

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Rolling in the Deep | Open

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‘Sure, not from it. But I can imagine growing up among people who are, you can hardly ignore being affected one way or another,’ he said. Meanwhile he was thinking about the books he had read about the DracoMancers, about how young some of them were when they were brought to Yartihn. He could imagine some having little to no memory of an other culture, and without knowledge copy the culture they came in touch with. Which of course, was Demonic. But maybe this one painted a more true picture.

‘Ah,’ kelt said, both surprised and impressed. ‘Chaos Magic, then. Well, that explains why you’re not carrying any paint,’ he concluded and laughed at his own joke. ‘And yes, I’m thinking that riding a pig to get through this mess is a lot saver than trying to walk on foot through the mud pool.’ He looked at his muddy boots. ‘Trust me. And to ease your mind, I won’t tell on you, promise. No one will ever hear about your adventure as a pig rider.’

“Yea, but it wasn’t like we were adopted into Demonic families.” Borus scoffed suddenly getting frustrated and oddly saddened by this topic. “I mean yea you’re correct I do in fact know all of the demonic holidays.” He started slowly   “But I spent most of them with other kids like myself who had no idea what any of it really meant. And even if you learn somehow, thats not what you are defined by.” He shook his head. “Because we are immigrants, transplants even. We will never be natives, no matter how hard we try. So you can think what you want, thats fine by me. But if you’re looking for someone to expand you knowledge of Demonic culture you’re barking up the wrong tree buddy.” Uncrossing his arms Borus ran a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply. That was a nice as it was probably ever going to get, so hopefully the other man wouldn’t ask too many other questions. 

Looking over at the other man and his smiley demeanor Borus bristled again. Of course the fates would make it so he had to ride a pig with mr. sunshine. Of course. Sighing though Borus climbed a board the pig figureing he did have a slight point, even if it was a horrible one. “If you breathe one happy sunshiny word while I am on this pig I will personally strangle you.” Borus commented through gritted teeth as  he settled himself atop their noble steed. 

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Sortos liked this man for company, it was much better than sitting around the barracks trying to avoid Torque and Lehain, and maybe having a decent conversation with Gearrett, was he back yet? No, here on the wall, the Lycan felt for a bit… comfortable. Which was a feeling of which he had a great lack. ‘Denian and Markus right?’ Sortos asked. He knew the two, they were just a bit older than him, but other soldiers considered them powerful. The Lycans knew them well, even admired them.

He nodded strongly. ‘But then you’re really powerful, right? In your Magic. I heard Dark Souls are often the strongest Magicians… you must have a rare Magic,’ he said, rubbing his hands together. He didn’t know about surprising, he thought everything was rather fixed, people were who they were. A real surprise would be if Torque would suddenly be nice to him.

“Those are the two” Borus replied with a swift nod. Those were definitely the two. Shaking his head however Borus pushed the thoughts of his group out of his mind. This was his free time after all, and he didn’t want to be worrying about those two knuckleheads anymore than he already was. 

Looking over at the other man though he shrugged. “Well that depends on what you mean by rare, and powerful.” He stated running an errant hand through his hair. Because it did depend on what he meant. I mean could he reduce a small village to ash in a single go? Sure he guessed. But did he have the control enough to do that without shit going to chaos. Probably not. And losing control in order obtain you ultimate potential was not the definition of powerful magic that he preferred to stick to. 

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Rolling in the Deep | Open

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‘I thought Demonic culture was mostly vegetarian?’ Kelt asked, a bit confused. Maybe he was mixing the religions up. ‘But to eat with the Knights… maybe after all this solving of riddles everyone will be pretty hungry.’ He looked around, before deciding not even food could merge them together. ‘Nah, pretty sure it’s a waste of food.’

Kelt laughed. ‘Hey, who am I to judge,’ he chuckled. ‘I thought maybe you had some sort of survival kit, like paint to make a large S.O.S. sign, you know, when stuff gets bad,’ he proposed. ‘But likely I was just overreacting.’ He patted the butt of the pig. ‘Hop on, let’s take a look into the shed, maybe they have paint there.’ His insides were all giddy thinking of riding a pig with a DracoMancer behind him, someone had to paint that.

“Well I think you’re forgetting that while they were kidnapped from their homes before they could delightfully be burned at the stake most of the Mancers are not from a Demonic background.” Borus replied crossing his arms in front of him. Sure people like him might have been raised in the culture, but no he was not demonic, and he’d fight anyone tooth and nail that told him otherwise. 

Shaking it off though Borus took a deep breath. “Why would I need paint when I can literally just create my own smoke signal out of thin air?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow. Sure the Knight probably didn’t know he was talking to a chaos magician, but Borus figured that even if he hadn’t been aware, paint was probably the last thing a soldier wanted when trying to devise a way to call for help. But then again it might be different in Knight land or whatever. 

Looking at the pig though Borus couldn’t keep the slight air of disgust off of his face. “Do i have to ride the pig?” He asked wrinkling his nose in replusion. 

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Sortos shook his head. ‘Not a big fan,’ he admitted. He always wondered whether things would be different if Torque would just be nice to him, he was always nice to Lehain, but somehow it was in his personality to make horrible jokes at whomever he knew would feel bad when it happened. And he couldn’t just turn a switch and ignore all of that.

The boy shook his head, more or less surprised that Borus thought he might want to kill him. Ream had told him last that he wasn’t a Dark Soul, and somehow - despite knowing deep down that he probably couldn’t have been because he had been accepted as a Knight - it had been disappointing. ‘Just curiosity. Because Ream told me some people who are with the Mancers are not Dark Souls, and those are mostly people who are… you know, Lycans, Vampires, NightElves, Demons, peoples who are with the Cold North.’

“Well he’s a hard pill to swallow for some so its understandable” Borus retorted with a small chuckle. He hadn’t interacted all that much with the other mancer but from what he could surmise they were cut from a lot of the same cloth, harsh, sarcastic and closed off, all traits that a sensitive soul like Sortos probably wouldn’t understand very well. Though he seemed to be doing alright with the boy at this moment, so who knows maybe there was something else that came between the two.  

Shaking it out of his head though Borus pursed his lips at the new information   “You know funny enough I actually have two boys with normal souls and neither of them are any of the races you listed even though their familes have been here forever. So just like a lovely night elf like me can in fact be born a dark soul, you might want to take what Ream told you with a small grain of salt. People can surprise you after all” He winked at the other boy. 

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Rolling in the Deep | Open

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The Mancer looked kind of grumpy, maybe that was a Mancer thing. The cold and all. Kelt kept on smiling. He liked the opportunity to hang out with the DracoMancers in small moments of peace. Afterwards he knew they were going to be enemies again. ‘yeah, but killing them all now is going to be a waste of meat anyway, unless you’re planning on holding a Mancer/Knight barbecue, but I don’t think anyone would be up for that. And I haven’t seen any of the citizens around. So either way: it’s a waste of good food,’ Kelt argued.

‘Besides, I don’t think killing them all is going to work. That would be way too easy, we need to solve this game some other way.’ He stirred the pig to face all the other pigs. ‘Let’s take the long way. Do you have paint?’

“They could,” Borus retorted with a half hearted shrug “You don’t know what a hangry macer would do for a nice pork sandwich after all.” it was clear he was on the losing side of this particular battle and he knew it, but it had been a nice and easy thought while it lasted. 

Staring at the other man though Borus could feel his brow start to rise with every new word that was uttered in the silence between them. “You know I think the better question is do I look like the type to just walk around with a bucket of purple passion number 10?’ He asked incredulously crossing his arms in front of him, “Because unless you can tell me where you think I might hide it in these pants, it looks like I’m fresh out”

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Happy Birthday, Rami Malek! (May 12, 1981)

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Who from your group is most likely to get married first?

Well there is a question that obviously keeps me up at night.

But in all honesty they can marry whomever they want whenever they want, just as long as there is an open bar at the reception and some sharp objects I can stab myself with for actually attending a wedding. 

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claw at your throat with bloodied hands gasp for breath with tears in your eyes crush the stars with the weight of your sins (rest easy the monster was never under the bed, love)

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Rolling in the Deep | Open

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Kelt had been pretty excited at playing games - at first that was - until finding out that these games were more like dangerous tricks that could actually get you killed, unlike, say, a game of chess. And he was pretty sure he would be just as bad at it as he was at chess.

But this game however: find the key in a bundle of pigs, turned out to be pretty okay for him. For one: he liked pigs. Second: pigs liked him. So he had been climbing his way around, following the lead of a Mancer - clear from the outfit - whose face he couldn’t see, looking for a pig. Within ten minutes he was covered head to toe in mud, smelling just as badly as the pigs did, and smiling the whole way through. He saw the Mancer reach the fence, and had - purely by accident - gotten himself a piggy back ride.

As opposed to how he imagined piggy back rides to be - lots of holding on, hoping not to fall off - he was pretty comfortable on the back of his pig. ‘But all those poor pigs,’ Kelt said, looking hopelessly at the crawling creatures. ‘There has to be a better way to do it that doesn’t involve wasting life.’ He looked at the Mancer then. He knew this one, just couldn’t recall when they had met. Had they ever fought each other?

Looking at the Knight riding the pig, Borus had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. How he got stuck with the hippy dippy flower child was beyond him. But he guessed it was better than being out here in the mud by himself, though if he had a choice he’d at least have wanted his ‘buddy’ to be a mancer for gods sake. 

“Better probably,” He replied to the others comment “But quicker, probably not” Shaking his head Borus stretched a little. He was all for doing this quickly and efficiently, as the less he had to be in the mud pit the better. “Plus if you think about it all of these pigs are going to be killed for meat within in the next year anyway, so its not like we’re taking a long and happy life from them.”

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Sortos raised an eyebrow. He was not being serious right? He couldn’t imagine all the horrors of the Cold North being a good read. Then again, he seemed to be using one of those tones that Notelaih always used, and would refer to as ‘my not so serious voice so stop taking me serious’. He decided that this was how Borus had meant it and smiled at the joke. ‘I’m sure it’s very lovely,’ he said. ‘If you ignore all the dead, imprisonments, battles and such,’ he added. Trying to add to the funny.

‘Torque isn’t a really nice man, but I wouldn’t be afraid of him if word did reach him about our conversation, no I wouldn’t,’ he said bravely. ‘They only like him because he’s so powerful and all, but take that away and he’s just like me. Or even less than me. I’m a Lycan as well after all,’ Sortos pointed out. He stared at Borus then. ‘You’re a NightElf right? Are you a Dark Soul?’

“Yea Its a real page turner” Borus scoffed bundling up the remnants of his lunch and shoving it in the brown paper bag as the other talked candidly about his group leader. “So I’ll put you down in not a fan of Torque column then’ He teased slightly wondering exactly how they had even got on this subject.It was then however the other boy asked the question you just didn’t really ask amongst the Mancer crowd and Borus bit his lips. I mean it wasnt like he was ashamed of being a dark soul, no he’d gotten over that a long time ago. It was just awkward to watch the peoples perceptions of you change once you told them. Literally watch them start to rethink your every move wondering why they didn't see it sooner. 

“Um yes, to both?” Borus stated after a pause eyebrows knitting in confusion “Why? You want to try to kill me or something?” He joked, not really knowing any other way to respond to that kind of personal question “Cuz i’ve actually been there and done that. Wasn’t exactly a fun seventh year of my life let me tell you.”

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For a moment, all Sortos could think about was that sad boy who now didn’t have any sandwiches to eat. He felt sad, but he didn’t mention it, he didn’t want  to be offensive to the man, so he let it slide. He would probably hear from the person he stole the sandwich from, and if he didn’t, maybe the sandwich hadn’t been so important. Maybe the boy who made it didn’t care much for the sandwich, or even forgot about it. Yes, that made him feel better.

‘I don’t really keep up with current events, there is so much dead in those messages, I rather not read those,’ he admitted. ‘Oh, okay. Then I won’t ask,’ he said. Maybe the man didn’t want to talk about it, and he was fine with that. Everyone had their own things. He wasn’t sure if he thought Borus was better looking than Torque, but he decided he liked this man already, very few people stood up against Torque that made him laugh. He grinned. ‘Yes, much better.’

“You should though, you know dead people aside, its a very lovely read.” Borus stated sarcastically with a shake of his head. That was probably going to go over the other’s head but he didn’t really care all that much. He liked making jokes, it lightened the mood slightly, even if he was the only one who got it. 

Looking at the other boy though as he laughed at his other joke Borus felt his spirits lifting a little and a grin spread over his face. Maybe the boy wasnt so hopeless after all. “I wont tell him you said that,” He chuckled out “Though I am pleased to know someone else in this godawful town actually recognizes the truth”

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“You know this is actually a pretty nice city. You know if you ignore all the death, decaying buildings and everything trying to kill us. If we gave the place a lick of paint and fixed it up a little it wouldn’t look so bad.”

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“I think it would take more than a lick of paint to fix this city if you don’t mind me saying Sir. More like an exterminator, or even possibly a ground magician to bring it all down so we can start fresh and new like a spring daisy.”

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Rolling in the Deep | Open

If he ever made it out of this stupid pen Borus Garkouw vowed that he would never eat another piece of bacon for as long as he lived.

Ok. That was all a big fat lie. But it seemed like a good promise to make in the moment as Borus slid gracefully into the railing of the fence, desperate to get to some sort of solid ground. Hauling himself up onto the top rail he let the pigs calm a little more trying to figure out another plan that was better, and possiblycleaner than you know, running after them.

“I’m telling you, we should just start killing the ones we already know don’t have the key.” Borus huffed to the person next to him wiping some of the mud off on what was left of his spotless shirt. “That way we get what we want and the farmer gets tons of bacon without lifting a finger. There is no downside.”

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Sortos bent his head. Was it all those things? Or were the ingredients of the sandwich of little importance to the man, that he cared not to enclose them. Not that it mattered, he never made his own sandwiches, to have the recipe to the one being swallowed by the NightElf didn’t mean he would suddenly make sandwiches. Besides, Sortos, clearly due to his Lycan sandwiches, hardly ever touched bread. ‘Won’t he miss the sandwich?’ he asked. Sortos hated stealing, so whenever he took stuff from other people, he made sure he could give something back.

‘Falling from grace?’ Sortos asked. He was never one for… anything when it came to news. It was two days after the battle at Landon Fields that he found out Benji Hannai and Yoa Woard had been killed. One of the only things he read off right away because so many people talked about it, was when Varamadras got attacked and Rast Grants was marked a traitor. All the titles said little to Sortos, they never had. ‘You’re a Mancer Groupleader,’ he concluded, ‘like Torque.’ He nodded. ‘Sortos Nefeson,’ he introduced himself. He wanted to give the man a hand, but the man was eating a sandwich.

“Probably.” Borus responded with a shrug. He could see the judgement in the others eyes but he didn’t fight it. There were things small things that you learn hanging around people that just couldn’t be explained, like the sadness that inhabited Denian’s eyes as Markus started to pull away. And while Borus himself was happy his second had finally gotten over pining for an ice magician that he could never have, suddenly there was the gaping hole in his team, canyons of hurt feelings that he didn’t know how to mend. So he gave a little attention here, stole a sandwich there, all in hopes that it might shift Denians focus away from his best friend, if only for a few moments. 

Shaking his head though he contemplated Sortos’ next comment “You don’t read do you?” He asked with a curious eyebrow. Most people knew at least something about that situation. But then again this kid was obviously not most people. “But its in the past now so it hardly matters” He continued sweeping the entire subject under the rug. Placing his sandwich on its bag though Borus wiped his hands down his pants preparing to take the other’s had “Borus Garkouw.” he said with a nod “Groupleader Chaos Magician and obvisouly waaay better looking than Torque Martain.” He grinned at the boy.