(Listen to my voice. Listen to our heartbeat…) @corpsednc - Tumblr Blog

sentofight:

“How about I leave you two to talk while I get the room ready yeah?” Balan smiled at Shadow then went to the other room next to this to set everything ready for the two spyrites. That, of course, despite how Victor tried to call over Balan to stay here but that was useless.

“H-hey, what do you mean– ….sigh…He’s still obnoxious as I remember him.” Victor sighed, arms crossed against his chest looking where Balan went to. His foot tapped the floor for a moment before he looked back at the greater spyrite.

What should he say? It’s not like he was good at striking conversations to begin with. Curse you Balan … He should have return back home and forget about this. He can train on his own. He says this but he remembered that he nearly destroyed everything around him when he lost control over his powers and almost got Plum and Elle killed …Damn it! He didn’t get this chance to off them himself!

“ … Got any advice on how to control ones’ powers?” he looked him dead in the eyes. If Balan said this shrimp can help then might as well use him. He can’t..have that again. He cannot hurt his family just because he can’t control his stupid powers.

Advice? Teaching?

Honestly, this may be a task that’s far out of the Greater Spyrite’s knowledge. He may have been a Greater Spirit and lived for several millenniums, but never had he ever taught anyone. Much less socialized.

His eyes locked with the younger spyrite and stared in silence. The only movement was his head that cocked to the side. “...?”

It really wasn’t until in these recent years did Shadow have any contact with any other living creature that wasn’t aggressive.

His powers was also just something that came naturally to him. Like how breathing was to humans.

Unsure of what to do, Shadow trotted over to the shelves and pointed to the one above him that contained research notes on the Greater Spyrite themselves. Perhaps Jude’s notes would be a good start.

#;;AND BEFORE THEY'RE JUST NOTES ON WHAT SHADOW SEEMS TO LIKE AND HIS BEHAVIOR.#;;WHAT ARE YOU HIS PARENTS?#;;reply #;;greaterspirit #;;sentofight: balan #;;sentofight: spyrite!victor

sentofight:

“So, you don’t want to fight or let me see the sword … You didn’t steal this, did you, kid?”

“N-n-no! P-please, if you want to see the sword, please feel free to!” just no fighting, PLEASE.

Where is he drawing this conclusion? Does he look like a thief? Honestly, the only one who’s more liable for thievery around him is Coda. “It was given to me by a f-friend.”

#;;NO PLEASE STOP HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE THIS NERD OF THEFT #;;bookworm #;;reply #;;sentofight: rokurou

mavhenyan:

It’s not unusual for Deidra to pass him ointment or a salve to take care of the rest of his wounds. Whatever wasn’t worth wasting aether on, he’d rub some ointment on it and call it a day, if only to avoid the ire of all the Lalafells running around demanding he mind the little cuts and bruises left on him after a battle.

But the mention of sewing has his brows furrowing.

“Wait a damned minute. You’re a weaver, too?”

Now that… That was…

“Ye always been so talented? Some people are lucky to excell at one or the other, much less both.”

“Oh, I’m not talented,” she chuckles, feeling slightly sheepish, “My family runs a textile business, the skill just goes hand in hand as my mother taught me how to sew.”

#;;reply #;;mavhenyan: aaba #;;corpsedancer #;;how u so sweet

mavhenyan:

“Better than anything I could do, Dei,” he says, reminding her of his incredible lack of prowess in healing—if only because he had never bothered to attempt it. It was a task better left to likes of Krile or that new kid everyone was ravin’ about. He rolls his shoulder, testing what leftover ache remained. “I’ll tell ye sooner next time.”

… Hadn’t he said that the last time something had hooked him and ripped his skin open, too?

“Yes, yes. You always say that,” she says, reaching into her oriental style clutch bag. The dunesfolk pulls out a small container, “Here, if it’s sore, rub some of this ointment on it. Should dull out the pain for one third of the day.”

“And if you end up tearing up your clothes, let me know and I’ll sew ‘em up for you.” She chimes in as a reminder that, although healing is her specialty, being a weaver was her first profession.

#;;it's perfect! thank you!!#;;corpsedancer #;;reply #;;mavhenyan: aaba #mavhenyan

sentofight:

@corpsednc [shadow & balan / victor]

Since he was reborn into a spirit, Victor had some difficulties adjusting to his new body. Balan suggested he stay for a while in the laboratory to train himself so he does not harm anyone. The engineer said there would be someone who might be of aid to Victor, you know, to understand how he can use his powers and such. When Victor came into the laboratory, Balan was waiting for him. He took him into one of the rooms in the laboratory and opened the door.

“Victor, I introduce to you the person who will help you. Well, a spirit to be exact. His name is Shadow. Don’t judge his small posture, he is quite older than you, and of course, of more experience in using dark artes. He is after all a greater spirit.”

Victor stood there for a moment, eyeing the spirit.“ … I see…so this is what Jude was working on …” he paused to remember that the Jude he is talking about is dead, down in that lake which is now nonexistence after his death.

“Now, now. Shadow, say hi to Victor. You will be helping him adjust to his powers. Can you do that?”

Although Balan had informed the Greater Spyrite the day before of a visitor, the day wasn’t any different. It started with a few light experiments; tests to see how his physical form was holding up and level of mana capacity. The three scientists wanted to make sure there wasn’t too much planned out for Shadow, as they did not want to potentially tire him out.

The Greater Spyrite was indulging himself in some literature before the door opened to the room he was occupying. As the brunet introduces him to the stranger, Shadow closed the book in his hands, slipped it under his arm, and stood up. Once the intro was done, Shadow gives the other a silent nod to show he acknowledged the male.

“...?” Shadow cocks his head to the side, unsure of what Balan expected from the Greater Spyrite. From what he could sense, the other was just a regular Spyrite, though unlike the small creatures he had seen scampering about. But, also unlike the others, he seemed to be made of two different kinds.

At this time, the Greater Spyrite could not make a proper judgement on the other. After all, he was not like the others besides Celsius.

#;;reply #;;greaterspirit #;;sentofight: balan #;;sentofight: spyrite!victor

//ooc. Walmart Catalog obtained. That’s my last relic! (SCH/PLD/DNC/AST)

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sentofight:

“Eh? What do you mean? How else are we going to test that?”

“Well...isn’t wielding it yourself an option? Unless, you mean to test in combat, but e-either way I decline!”

#;;GO FIGHT SOMEONE YOUR OWN HEIGHHHHTTTT AAAAAAA #;;bookworm #;;sentofight: rokurou #sentofight

sentofight:

“Oooh, really? You don’t mind if we test that?” he draws his short swords.

“Wha--Why is fighting the first thing you’re jumping towards?!”

#;;bookworm #;;sentofight: rokurou #;;reply #sentofight

sentofight:

@corpsednc [luca & rokurou]

“That’s one big sword on you, kid. Can you actually use it??”

“A-Ah, well... Yeah, sort of...”

#;;anything is fine I guess hahaha #;;bookworm #;;reply #;;sentofight: rokurou #sentofight

starei

the concept of growing into love is so much more intriguing than falling in love. it's like, on all our good days and bad days, I will choose to love you, I will learn with you, I will live my life with you and we will grow into and with each other through the passage of time

#;;Boss&Dei #;;corpsedancer #;;writer