fanalis

oh my darling, nothing in the world can ever chain you down. morgiana | magi: labyrinth of magic retained enhanced strength apartment rank: citizen

[luaneshe]

♚ a thing of the past.

Magnificent, the first word that popped into the mind of the young Baskerville. A red car glinted brilliantly in the street as she strode forward, eyeing the reflection she cast in the stainless windows of the structures which towered over her small figure. Had she not understood the concept of traveling though time she would be in utter disbelief. It had been her misunderstanding of just what these things were that would get her in trouble, heels clicking along the sidewalk. Mind drifted from the flickering stoplights warning her not to tread further, mesmerized entirely.

“ I wonder what all this — “

Horns blared as a car zoomed passed her, bangs fluttering around her as she took a few steps back in bewilderment. Dazed, she could only look up to see another metallic beast come flying toward her with an unyielding speed. Like a deer in the headlights, all she could do was stand and brace herself before the tug on her arm yanked her from the path of impact. A shoe slid from her foot from the jolt as a car sped over it. Stumbling with coral hues shut tight, she found herself against the one who had yanked her from a near accident.

A moment passed, vision reluctantly returned as she gave a timid glance at her saviour. Thankful as she was, there had only been one thought that had occurred to her before any form of gratitude.

“ Why did you help me?! You could have gotten hit by those… w-whatever those are! “

[fanalism]

Of all the things the scientists could do, this was completely unexpected for the Fanalis. Walking about the city as she usually did, a pink haze began to surround the area and soon enough, her point of view changed drastically, once being able to see farther and higher now dropping to a smaller height, distance covered by each step gradually growing littler as her legs became shorter. 

Noticing that something was definitely wrong at last, the girl stopped, looking around and at herself, seeing her shortened state, her smaller hands, feeling her muscles grow just a tad weaker, her hair shorter. Finally, she passes a halted car, seeing her own reflection on the shiny metal surface -- seeing a younger version of herself. 

Eyes widened as she patted her own face with her hands, realizing that she had definitely become younger, and her first thought was to blame the scientists. 

What caught her attention next was the sight of another older than she, a released gasp only heard by herself as a car sped by, relief next to settle in as she notices the other safe and unhit. However, much to the young Fanalis' confusion, the woman didnt seem to see the danger, once again stepping out onto the open street -- as she had retained her memories of the city, she knew well how dangerous those machines were and the kind of damage it could sustain on a person if hit; though her short legs slowed her movement by just a little, Morgiana darted forward as fast as she could, reaching out for the other's arm and pulling them back towards the sidewalk. 

Carefully, she catches herself, as well as the other from falling over as she digs her feet into the ground, firmly gripping Lotti's arm to ensure she wouldn't step out again. She had to tilt her head upwards to properly see the other, though her question brought the young Fanalis to pout and her eyebrows to furrow.

"You were in danger," she responds; her own, small and timid-sounding voice surprises her, though it was to be expected in the form she was in now. "You could have gotten hit by it, too." Her grip loosens just a tad, gaze moving from the flattened shoe and Lotti's now-bare foot. "Are you unhurt? You will need a new pair of shoes." 

[fanalism]

egg prince

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Tettere was getting better at falling asleep here. The royal always had a nagging feeling that there was some sort of nightly ritual that he took part in before going to bed. It also felt quite lonely, as though…something else should have been there. Tettere settled for sleeping with a pillow snuggled to his chest, and had fallen into a deep slumber that welcomed him to peaceful rest. But not for long! You see, the prince had been spirited away! He had been asleep when the dreaded occurrence had taken place. The prince had been lifted from his apartment in the dead of night, taken from his very bed. The catch was that even when placed inside his own special egg, he was still fast asleep. Chalk it up to being able to sleep through pretty much everything, perhaps even natural disasters. That is, until he felt himself slowly rock back and forth. In his dreams, perhaps, he was being gently rolled around in a cradle, or held in someone`s arms. Perhaps a lover`s— until he nearly fell and hit the ground, which had nearly jostled him awake. But not quite yet. That is, until said carrier had been moving them all about, bumping this way and that until thunk, he landed on the ground. Tettere opened his eyes, expecting to see his ceiling, but all he saw was the inside of…a plastic egg?!

“W-what on earth—” And it wasn`t over yet! He was face to face with a girl now, who had popped the top off of his prison. It was a good thing, too, or else he would have surely suffocated (although there were air holes that he had been too blithe to see) His voice nearly cracked as he spoke up, tightening the cravat around his neck. “My name is Prince Tettere…! I haven`t the slightest notion as to why I have suddenly been imprisoned in an egg of all things. But I assure you, I have been unjustly kidnapped!” He did his best to roll out of the egg, but it was too high up. He would have fallen onto his face, injuring the beautiful symmetry of his features. So Tettere merely rocked back and forth…unawares that he had a bunny headband on as well.

[fanalism]

"Prince..?"

Then that must mean he was of royalty in whichever world he came from. Did that mean she should treat him with more respect and bow to him, or.. no, the thought felt silly. They weren't from the same world anyway, so she didn't feel the need at all. She tilts her head in confusion at him, though nods understandingly. Weird things did happen in this city, she knew this much. Though.. finding a prince inside a giant egg would be something.. new. Hopefully not something she'd have to get used to, though.

Watching his fruitless attempts at trying to get out of the egg, her attention is finally distracted from his face to the top of his head, even higher to find the bunny ears placed upon him. She thought them to be quite cute..! Though watching the egg rock back and forth, it dawned on her that it was probably uncomfortable being in there, and he was probably having difficulties trying to get out of it..? The egg was very large after all, and attempting to climb out of it would probably involve injuries.

So, very carefully, the Fanalis once more lifted the egg, though only slightly above the ground with one hand, reaching in with the other and holding out her hand for Tettere to take. Once he did so, she would help him slide out of the egg, making sure he wouldn't fall even if he slipped or lost his balance, letting go of his hand once his feet were safely back onto the ground.

Remaining quiet for a few moments, she realizes that even though this person had told her his name, she had not. Her eyes are automatically brought to the bunny headband again though, a small smile apparent on her lips as she spoke.

"I am Morgiana."

"You say you were kidnapped.. I hope you are uninjured."

This was definitely one of the weirdest ways to meet a person, though.

[fanalism]

egg prince [closed]

Morgiana had grown used to sleeping in her apartment. At first, it felt uncomfortable; unnatural even, to sleep on such a soft bed within her own private walls. Though she still remained cautious of the foreign area, she had been here long enough to allow herself to relax, as she hadn't (yet) been attacked in her sleep nor had anything of the dangerous sort particularly happened to her.

However, as she stepped out of the building, her attention would immediately be attracted by a peculiar... ... ... egg? It seemed to have been custom painted, of a height that went up to her own head and width that matched it. On it were a mixture of bright red and blue shapes, and if you looked close enough, a little crown would be there too. Though passersby seemed to stop and look, they made no move to approach it as the Fanalis did, hand reaching out curiously to poke at it.

When it gave no reaction, she stared at it for a few more moments before wrapping both arms around it, picking the entire thing up altogether (despite how heavy it looked), and surprised by the feeling of weight shifting from one side to another, causing her to become confused and nearly drop the egg. She caught it just in time however, bring it to a more secluded place away from the public eye before inspecting it some more.

As she finally found a small indent in the egg, the Fanalis dug her fingers underneath it, finally finding an opening and lifting it up, which took off the entire top half of the giant egg -- only for her to find apersoninside of the egg, probably wide awake by now from all the moving around and that they'd probably have tumbled around everywhere inside the egg.

She stares at him speechlessly for a few moments before speaking up.

"..."

"Who are you?"

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❦ cooking mumu { ft. morgiana }

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“There’s a smile~!” Mu returned hers with another one of his great, sunny grin. Times like this filled him with some melancholy, missing his own sister and wondering how she fared. He waved forward to where his apartment was. “Onward.” Bystanders watched in awe as the two Fanalis marched at an incredible pace. To him, it was walking. Anyone else would have claimed they were practically running. It took little less than an hour to reach Sector One, a distance that would’ve taken much longer. The billboard came into view, ominous as it was on the first day. 

“Salve!” His booming voice greeted in the empty apartment, only the sound of the running refrigerator greets him. He had not seen the other two since his arrival, but there were little signs that surely meant someone else lived here besides him with messy beds and plates of crumbs left out in the corner. “No one’s ever in… You’d think I live alone. Is it the same for you, puella?” He sighed, and stepped inside. His footsteps were even louder. Softer footsteps followed, Morgiana being right behind him.

Making his way to the kitchen, there was something foreboding about it. Perhaps cooking would be a little less easy than he claimed. If nothing else, the kitchen appeared stocked and well-furnished. No one touched the majority of it since the first day. Dust thinly coated near everything. It clumped up as the captain wiped his hands across the counters to make a clean spot for them. There were a few hand prints of his scattered about when he nosed around earlier. Opening the cabinets, Mu began piling a variety of pans, pots, and measuring cups, making a ruckus. 

“Maybe this? And this. This, too.” He threw in a rolling pin, and a cast-iron griddle for good measures. More cups. Some spoons. A barbeque fork. Knives. Truth be told, Mu had never seen half of these utensils in his life. Soldiering was all he knew. “Morgiana, check the cold box and pull out anything you’d like to eat.” 

Mu turned on the stove, and looked at it quizzically. Tiny, blue flames flickered on and off, licking the black iron grid. But nothing caught. He only smelled gas and turned the knob back and forth. Click. Click. Click. Still nothing caught. Needs a fire. He slid out of the way, letting the Fanalis girl move freely too. Grabbing the cast-iron griddle, he pulled it apart like soft clay and twisted it into gnarly sticks. He then struck the two pieces of metal together. A ugly clang resonated loudly. Sparks flew off and fell into the gas…

“Bona dea!” He reeled back as the tall flame blew up in his face, singeing the very tips of his hair. Best not do that again, but the stove’s hot now, he tried to remain optimistic. Mu rubbed his chin, fiddling with his lip piercing trying to think of the next steps. Grabbing the largest pan, he dropped it on the stove, then opened a bottle of vegetable oil. He saw a cook do this once, and poured a generous amount of it into the pan. It sizzled loudly. Satisfied, Mu turned back to Morgiana, wondering what she had pulled out. 

[fanalism]

"Yes, but sometimes they leave their things lying around, so I can tell they'd been there."

Her reply comes quick as she steps in after him, the soft carpet incredibly comfortable against her bare feet, unlike the rugged city streets. She follows after him to the kitchen, standing shyly near the entrance as she watches him bring out the pots and pans, wondering if he had some sort of plan or recipe in mind. She looks up as he calls to her, replying with a quickokay!before taking the few steps to the refrigerator.

Opening it up, eyes scan over its contents, skipping over the vegetables and cheese and whatnot until they land on the few packages of meat lined up and stacked atop each other. She reaches for it, grabbing all of it with both hands -- seeing as how big Mu was, and how much she ate as well, they'd need a lot, wouldn't they? Placing them on the counter, she unwraps the packaging, and she could guess what was next; so she placed each piece of meat onto the pan, flinching back in surprise when it sizzled and crackled with oil popping and flying out of the pan.

For a while, they continue to drop more meat into the pan, (or as much as it can fit anyway), watching it sizzle and pop. Soon though, Morgiana starts to notice the edges becoming black; a sign of being burnt, as well as the smell. A hand moves to Mu's arm worriedly, while still watching the meat. "Are you sure this is the right way..?"

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❦ refrained world under { morgiana }

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The captain said no more. Hers was a common story among his men, but it never failed to subdue his high moods. He needn’t probe wounds of the past with salty fingers. Mu roughly patted Morgiana’s head, mussing her fine, red hair. “You’ve been named well.” He nodded, relieved to hear she was a freeman. Although her far-off gaze worried him, wondering what in the world she imagined. It worried him, just a bit.

“Yes, only half. You’ll be stronger than me in no time! Perhaps one day, you’ll meet the rest of us. Some purebloods too. All good men and women, I assure you.” Mu laughed, praising them all fondly like a proud parent would.

Listening intently, he appeared well impressed. Such a prolific traveler. And so young, too. He hadn’t heard of Qishan, but he knew of Balbadd, wondering if the fish there was as good as the catch by the ports back home. He was only making himself hungrier, a small growl came from his belly. Mu cleared his throat loudly, trying to cover the noise. He wanted to ask more of Balbadd until she mentioned a particular name. The captain quirked an eyebrow and nodded, taken aback. 

“King Sinbad? Very commendable.” He knew little of the High King besides his formidable reputation, the eight generals—among them a Fanalis younger than him—and the letters urging alliances with Reim. So long as that parvenu ruler did not threaten the Empire, Mu removed his attentions unless the lady asked for it. The captain recently heard of Balbadd’s unrest and absolution of Sinbad’s intervention. Was this girl also a part of it? Still… Not wanting politics to spoil the mood, he japed and gave the young Fanalis an affection punch on the shoulder, “You must a lady of great importance then.” He would ask again another day.

“Oh, and—” Mu swiped back the little grape trinket and deftly tied it to her side ponytail. It jingled softly when Morgiana moved. It looked much like the hair accessories back home, trendy among young girls. “Wear it like that. You look like a fine domina.”

To him, cooking meant skewering a venison’s thigh or a whole goose through a young tree branch and dropping it over a campfire. No seasoning or spices. Sometimes, he’d pour white wine over it to give the meat some semblance of flavour. But he’d set the meat on fire more often than not, much to Muron’s dismay. It was good enough by his standards. “I cook as well as any soldier… So… How do you like meat?” His voice trailed off, uncertain. Only the cooks and scullery servants fussed over meals. Morgiana had no culinary skills either. 

He clapped his hands once, and already coming to a decision. “Okay, okay! Meat, then. Easy to handle. You can learn fast, puella, no worries.”

Having inspected all the ingredients back in the cabinets and cold box, whatever they called it, Mu recalled the saggy bag of flour on one shelf. It must have been the same in every apartment; he’s on the same page as her. “Bread, too?” He asked, dying for some dripped in olive oil. Just add water and let it sit some minutes in a brick oven… right? Mu thought baking was straightforward enough. Disaster was written all over, but his optimism made it seem he was some kind of baking king. 

“It’d be best we go back to one of our homes. I can’t tell which one is closer… Unless you’d like to build a oven here and really hunt some pigeons.” He rapped his fingers against the hilt of his sword, wondering how well this would hunt park birds. Mu waited for her approval, still in high spirits.

[fanalism]

It was nice to hear that there were still so many Fanalis out there, half-blood or not. A Fanalis was a Fanalis, and she was more than happy to hear about any of them, whoever they were. She just hoped that their meeting wouldn't be one where they'd be on opposing sides. Though, she supposed that if they were all similar to Mu, then there wouldn't be much of a problem. It would be a sad thing to make enemies of fellow Fanalis; but now that she'd met Mu, she wouldn't worry so much.

"Yes. He is a very good king, and his words move the hearts of people so easily." Her thoughts flit back to when they were in Balbadd, fighting for the people's rights; Sinbad had spoken in place of Alibaba then, and she had seen just how powerful his words could be, easily renewing the Fog Troupe's fighting spirit when they had all already given up. It was.. amazing. Something she could never imagine herself doing -- she wasn't much of a leader, anyway. She doesn't react much to the shoulder punch, not really minding it at all; though she immediately looks downwards as her fingers fiddle shyly with her household vessel. "No.. I am not of any high importance at al--"

Her words were stopped as the trinket was taken from her hand, stopping to see what he was doing, and before she could turn her head up to look at him, she feels the trinket around her side ponytail, a finger raising to poke at it, taking a few bouncy steps to hear the little jingle they made. A smile rose to her face, happy with how this gift was used. If it was like this, then she wouldn't have to worry about losing it, and it was a given that she will definitely take care of it. Quickening her pace so that she could stand in front of Mu, she bows deeply in gratitude.

"Thank you, Mu --"

"I will take care of it."

At his suggestions with food, she nods slowly. "I am fine with anything. Let us eat whatever you want to have." Food was food and she wasn't especially picky about it, and if you gave her a plate of vegetables and another plate of meat, she'd probably take both and thank you for your generosity without any input of what she would have preferred.

"Ah-- let us go to your place, then." It seemed that the apartments were well-equipped with things to cook with anyway, and though Morgiana had not an idea how to utilize them, she hoped that maybe Mu would know.

[fanalism]

Headcanon: Music!

i don't think mor really has any sort of special preference for music -- since she was a slave, she probably didn't get the chance to listen to much? unless jamil was at some sort of party or festival and they had music there, that was probably it. but considering they spent a while at sindria, with all its festivities, there was probably music there too! i'm sure she enjoys listening to it while it's available, but as far as personal taste in music and all that is concerned, i don't think she has much of it.

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⚔ refrained world under { morgiana }

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Mu took a closer look, gawking the girl’s brilliant red hair and eyes. The colour was unmistakable. She was a Fanalis herself, however young and small. Though he did not know her, Mu already beamed at her with admiration. Without a doubt, she’d bloom a champion. It stirred small hopes in him. For if there was two of them here, there may be more Fanalis to discover. And if not Fanalis, then someone else from their world.

“Half, actually.” He beat his chest plate with his fist once, saluting her as a proper citizen of Reim. “Mu Alexius, captain of the Fanalis Corps at your service.”

He duly noted her unpierced lips. “And you’re but a child. What’s your name?” He’d imagine they’d be pierced by now and wondered if she had no one to do it for her. His features darkened ever so slightly. Mu hoped, prayed even, that she was a slave to nothing, to no one. Memories of his search through the West for his brethren left a bitter taste on his tongue. If there are shackles, I will break them for Reim, he vowed, we are different, but not slaves.

Another obnoxious string of shouts from the stalls snapped him out of his dour reverie. The girl still looked at him intensely, so much that he grew a bit bashful. He could only smile and shuffled off to the side. Mu waved a hand so she’d follow him, walking and talking.

Rows upon rows of colorful merchandise glittered and civilians continued to gather. The sun rose higher in the skies, not a cloud in sight. Flies buzzed around the food stalls as the appetizing smells thickened. The captain was hungry, but ignored the growls of his stomach. She’d probably like to see more, right? He looked at her stoic expression and worried because of it. How does he entertain a girl child? Muron led him around the bazaars and he bought whatever she pointed at, but this one was… behaved. Hesitant, too.

“Uh… I’d buy you a cup of wine, maybe a roasted dormouse, but they gave me not a single coin.” Mu patted the empty coin pocket sewn in his tunic. All his money from the Empire, stamped with his emperor’s dignified face, proved valueless. He half-wished their trinkets were real grapes so that he could ferment them. “Say, where are you from? What do they eat there? We could probably hunt it, ey.” He japed, knowing only sparrows and squirrels would be their poor prey. The great beasts, dangerous and meaty, were nowhere to be found, land or waters.

[fanalism]

"Half.. ?" Though the girl had never heard of any half-blood Fanalis before, she figured that it wasn't all that irregular -- which would lead her to wonder about the differences between them -- were there any differences in strength? Her gaze drifted to stare at his figure, looking at his muscles and thinking of Masrur. And for a moment, she drifts off into her own little world, imagining herself with large muscles and as monstrously tall as they are, and she finds herself flexing -- which really shows no result. Oops.

Snapping out of her train of thought, the petite Fanalis responded in kind, laying her hand over her chest as she gestures to herself. "Ah .. I am Morgiana." Fanalis Corps .. did that mean there were more like him? Did he know more half-Fanalis too? She would love to be able to meet them too -- she had thought that most of the Fanalis race had been enslaved, though she had to wonder if things were different for those who only possessed half the blood. "Up until last year, I was a slave in Qishan.. but now, I am free."

Responding to his wave, she followed after him, though she remained a step or two behind him in a nervous pace.

At his generous (mentions) in offers, she shakes her head, looking a bit flustered at his kindness. Instead, she opens up her hand, admiring the accessory he had given her in her palm. Though she wasn't too sure what to do with it yet. "N-No, it's fine."

"I have been traveling around for a while -- after I was freed from my chains at Qishan, I went to Balbadd, where I met Sinbad on the way, and.. after a long time at Balbadd, we went to Sindria." A small smile came to her face as she remembered the fun festivities they'd had there, and how lively everything was despite being such a small country. Though she wouldn't go into details or talk about the events after that unless he asked -- she wasn't that much of a talker, after all.

"I am fine with whatever you wish to eat," she finally says, looking up at him with a shy smile. He had reminded her just how hungry she was, since she hadn't been able to eat since her arrival -- not much, at least. She had managed to find some food in her apartment that didn't need much cooking, but she was afraid that she would eat so much that it'd leave nothing for her roommates, so she had not eaten all that much, despite her growling stomach.

--which reminded her that there were indeed raw ingredients they could use, and she brings up this idea -- although her words stop short as she realizes; "But I don't know how to cook."

[treasuresunclothed]

drinking for sport. { open! }

[treasuresunclothed]

Familiar faces were something that he wanted to see. Actually, familiar faces that weren’t his subordinates were something he really would enjoy seeing, because it would give him even more relief to see that there were other people alright from back in the kingdom. Something like that would put another layer of ease to his mind, which was definitely something that he desperately needed, considering the current conditions and predicament he was stuck in.

However, the face that he wasn’t expected to see was the young Fanalis. It was still comforting, nonetheless, and even made him a bit happier to see someone so young so well and vibrant. Of course, she was always a quite one, but spoke a bit more than Masrur did, which was nice — yet he could still read her feeling in her eyes. Honestly, he wished to learn so much more about their tribe and family and lifestyle, but the Dark Continent was a hard and dangerous location to get to, let alone visit, which is why he never had the opportunity.

That was only a passing thought in his mind as he stepped forward to meet the girl, bending down into a crouch to get to her eye-level, considering the fact that there was a very large and very noticeable height difference between the two of them.

Of course, that doesn’t stop him from donning a smile. He’d rather give her the comfort that she probably needed, considering it looked like she hadn’t seen a single soul that she was familiar with, yet.

“Ah, Morgiana.”

And he breathed a sigh of relief once her name was able to come off his tongue. At least coming here hadn’t warped any sort of memory. It made him really wonder what sort of ‘experiment’ they were in for, considering it was probably going to be far more dangerous and complicated than anything back in any empire he knew, back home. Something much more lethal than poison and assassins and Magi, it seemed.

Anyways.

“It’s nice to see you! I hope you haven’t run into any trouble. Have you not seen a familiar face, up until now? I can’t seem to find many, myself. Our young Alibaba and Aladdin must be around somewhere or another.. or so I would hope. It seems we’re all disconnected but destiny will surely bring us back together, right?”

Ah yes, a golden tongue like always. Keep it up.

“I would offer some sort of my own protection, but I’m sure you can handle yourself, just fine. Hm?”

[fanalism]

Morgiana's eyes followed his as he crouched down, feeling rather bashful to have a great king like Sinbad to crouch down for her. She didn't mind looking up to be able to see him, and she never did mind -- though she wouldn't complain. It was his choice, so it would be pointless to make a fuss about it.

She felt a flush of relief as well to see him and hear his voice, confirming that his presence here was real and not a mirage conjured by her desperate desire to find someone she knew. She listens to him speak, waiting with respectful silence for him to finish before speaking up again herself. At the mention of her companions, her eyes are cast downwards to her feet, obviously showing that she was saddened by the fact that she hadn't found them yet. However determined, she could not find them.

She looks up at him once she realizes that he was waiting for her response, giving him a small smile in return, if not only out of respect. " It's nice to see you too -- really. " She really, really, really couldn't stress enough how glad she was to see him. " I have not, so I am extremely relieved to have found you. " She nods at his words, hoping that they were true. " Surely.. it will. "

" Ah, no -- please, do not trouble yourself with me. I am fine on my own. " If they were to part ways anytime soon, she could only hope that they'd run into each other again -- but ah, if she were to really set her mind to search for him, it wouldn't really be all that difficult, wouldn't it? " Have you met any other familiar faces of yours? "

[fanalism]

how do you feel about mu?

” I.. do not know much about him, but I am happy to get to meet more Fanalis like me. “

“ I would not doubt the fact that he is very strong.. I wish Masrur could meet him as well! ”

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drinking for sport. { open! }

He’s been here for who knows how long. Probably only a few days, but he lost track of time easily when there weren’t daily tasks set about. In all honesty, it was almost upsetting and making him uneasy to be without work, which was actually pretty strange for him, considering the fact that he wasn’t used to WANTING to work. He preferred leaving papers and scrolls and who knows what else to Jafar and the others, because reading for so long and wrapping his mind around so many requests and treaties and other plans for the country could really fry his brain quick.

Of course, there was always a cure for that.

Alcohol.

He didn’t like to consider himself an alcoholic, even if each one of his eight generals (including Masrur, surprisingly) had to point out and agree with one another that Sinbad had a problem with alcohol. It wasn’t exactly his fault, or so he thought. He just enjoyed the taste and it was something that loosened him up. Of course, it typically got him scolded for one reason or another, whether he was hitting on one of his said generals or bedding enough women to last him the rest of the week.

Sadly, drinking was a commonality in Sindria, and it was something he missed. It wasn’t the same going without his favourite wine and not having at least one cup (always bigger than the others and deemed as his ‘favourite’) to unwind from long and laborious days of work. It was beginning to become more common, as well, considering the black rukh that had recently been dwelling in his system with the upcoming and impending attacks of war and what side was going to be taken.

God, it gave him a headache just thinking about it.

However, today was (hopefully) going to be different. He wanted to get a drink, but WHERE happened to be the problem. Which is why he actually decided to brave the outside world and find a nice and (hopefully) quiet bar where he’d be able to enjoy a bottle of wine peacefully without many or any disturbances.

Just —

Now that he was out, where exactly was a bar?

“This city is so troublesome compared to Sindria,” he breathed out, casually glancing around.

God, did he need the help.

[fanalism]

Morgiana hadn't been keeping count of the days spent in Hive City either. Rather, she found that there was something more important than that, and while she was able to manage to find her apartment and get some proper rest -- and needless to say the modern feel of the apartment and beds were so new to her that she found herself restless the first few nights -- she had spent her days running around each sector, searching and searching for familiar faces, or anything that could provide some information to her or help her.

Weaving carefully through the crowds, she found herself in an unfamiliar district, the stores and streets on a whole new different feeling, and she wasn't quite sure where she was. But of course, exploring would easily fix that -- is what crosses her mind just as her eyes catch the sight of a certain king standing on the side of the street, glancing around --  he seemed lost?

But ah, finally finding someone she knew in the midst of all these unfamiliar faces was a huge relief to her, even if it wasn't exactly who she was hoping to find. She was in no position to be picky.

Quickly, she runs to close the distance between them, calling out to him as she approached before stopping in front of him, eyes shining and hands clutching her clothes as her eyes looked over him in disbelief. She couldn't even begin to explain how happy she was to find him here, but her eyes would probably convey that just fine.

" Sinbad -- ! "

[fanalism]

Dare; give us your best smile ~.

” Ah.. I .. will do my best. “

” …… “

[ sparkle sparkle ]

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The teenage albino moved his left hand to turn off the little device around his neck, his choker-electrode, momentarily. It was for safety reasons of course, but Accelerator wasn’t exactly reckless with it either. Still, he’d rather not have an accident occur here, especially around civilians and around this strange woman. The last thing he needed right now was someone getting hurt because of any careless mistakes. Unless of course, he needed to hurt someone badly and if they deserve it.

At the question thrown back at him, Accelerator sighed, feeling the familiar sensation of irritation crawl up his back. Her currently blank expression certainly bothered him for a bit, as he was reminded of the Sisters, clones he had once butchered in the past. He had changed his ways since then however, and the Sisters were now under his protection and in an ironic twist of fate, he needed them to rely on as well. He lifted his hand yet again, this time to scratch an itchy irritant on the back of his head, before clicking his tongue. 

“I can take care of myself just fine.” he insisted flatly, his voice accompanied by a tone of annoyance. Was it so hard to understand what he just said? “So beat it. Scram. Get out of here!” he demanded once more, raising his voice just a tiny bit to signify how serious he was and how she was increasingly becoming an annoyance.

To someone like her, abducted by the scientists and placed here where she literally looked like someone out of a story book? She’d have no chance against the security of this city. She looked so tiny, fragile and weak despite her unmoving gaze and unflappable expression. What’s more is her lack of anything even remotely close to a weapon.

Plus she was barefoot. Barefoot in this time and age was plainly, gross. Especially when you’re barefoot out here on the city’s dirty streets. Like a homeless person.

Before he could muse any more about her dirty feet, Accelerator heard the unmistakable noise of the city’s security. Armed guards and several firemen were soon to arrive at the scene. Arguing with the girl would just prove pointless now, so Accelerator decided he’ll just have to pick her up and dump her elsewhere. Anywhere was safer than here. He attempted to turn on his electrode once more, but was quickly interrupted by someone’s hand shooting outwards, grabbing him by the cloth of his coat. He suddenly felt himself being hauled over and within seconds was up in the sky and then on top of a building. Then, he felt himself be placed down by gentle arms and simply gawked at the person who had just hauled him like a sack of potatoes.

“You…! What…?” he stammered in disbelief. A rarity. He was caught off guard by her actions and that culminated in him feeling a little… emasculated. 

“The fuck kind of homeless person are you, huh!?”

[fanalism]

His reaction wasn't anything new. Accelerator wasn't the first person to react in such a way, and because of that, her expression didn't change. She would only wait until he finished speaking to answer, although she didn't have much of one right now. What sort of answer was he expecting to be given? There wasn't much to explain about it, and she doubted he cared, but since he asked, she'll give an answer.

" My name is Morgiana. "

" I am a Fanalis. "

That's it. However, her response to his next set of words would be a bit different than what he'd expect, not understand the literal meaning of them. Of course she knew of what the homeless were, as she had witnessed several times the slums of certain countries, but in this situation..

" I am not homeless, however .. other than my 'apartment' in this city, I don't have a home here. " Her home is the Dark Continent -- no, her home is with her companions -- with Aladdin and Alibaba. 

At the sound of engines running and slowly fading away, the petite Fanalis could tell that the so-called 'security' had probably finally left, and she would confirm this by peeking over the side again -- she was right. They were in no hurry this time however, so she would wait until he was ready before taking any sort of action without warning.

" They are gone. Let's go back down when you're ready. "

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⚔ refrained world under

“Experiment, ey?”

Mu twirled the wooden gladius a few times as he marched from sector to sector. Its dull edge made the weapon no better than a broom handle. This Hoverich and his brigand somehow confiscated his Metal Vessel. Even his plated armor, once made of fine metallic pieces, swapped for hard leather. The black box’s message still echoed in his head, unnerving him. How’d they do it, he wondered, I didn’t drink wine, I hadn’t even gone to bed that night. No matter how long he contemplated, he could not make any sense of it. There was no ambush. No grand scheme. He blinked, and now, he was here. Alone in Hive City.

Fear of death never choked him however. If he died, then he was unworthy to be Reim’s champion.

Think of your training days, he brightened. He did not receive his first, true sword until his eleventh summer passed. But this time, he was not a young boy. It seemed the same here; prove one’s worth to receive reward. He’d earn back a decent sword. Although Barbatos was stripped from his person, Mu gladdened to know his strength remained. He still could shatter the ground with a stomp of his foot and leap tens of feet in the air.

“Hahah, now if I had been a pureblood like Rohroh, that would’ve been something! And this gladius is pretty useless now…” He sheathed his tool once arriving at the next sector.

The Cultural Sector, they called it. Most pickpockets dared not approach him. The bold ones who did were tossed aside gently with Mu laughing at them to try another day. Stalls of food crowded on top of each other. Sweet and spicy smells blended together. Vendors cried out claims of having the finest products in the city. Architecture mismatched, an ugly yet somehow charming array of designs, columns, and doors. In the shaded alleys, he could see the brothels, men and women shuffling in and out, discreet of their couplings. If not for the strange fashion, the captain felt he was walking through a bazaar back home.

“Ohhh, this!” Mu spotted useless, little trinkets of bunched grapes, vines, and leaves. He chortled, “Lady Scheherazade wore grapes in her hair. So did Titus.”

The vendor, grey-haired and mousy, stiffened at the sight his merchandise carelessly handled. He quickly told Mu of its inspiration from Roman traditions, empty praises that sounded pleasing to buyers. He pointed hastily to other trinkets, all motifs that Mu recognized from Reim. He failed to comprehend this ‘Roman’ nonsense. He had never heard of such a place or people, wrinkling his nose in disbelief, and disagreed amiably.

“Roman? Surely you mean Reim, that—” Before he could finished, the vendor shooed him away, unwilling to indulge in debate, and let the redhead keep the trinkets. Mu’s bulky figure frightened all the other customers, bad for business. The redhead sidestepped to another stall, now forgotten. It pleased him nonetheless to get something free, and a charm that reminded him of home eased him. He hooked one to the wooden hilt of his sword, tying it with a loose string off his armor.

Mu still had one more grape trinket. It’d never suit his hair. Turning to the closest person beside him, he held up it up. The person did not seem so busy, though their thoughts far away on buying or whatever else.

“Salve!” He greeted loudly to grab their attention and vigorously waved, “I’ve two of these, but need only one. Would you like it?”

[fanalism]

The lively and colourful feeling that the Cultural Sector gave off had attracted the petite girl's attention. Wandering here and there, she would linger from one shop stand to another, shaking her head and awkwardly backing away whenever the shopkeeper would catch her eye and start speaking to her, giving countless praises to the product in hopes that she would purchase it. Of course, she had no money, so even if there was something she took interest in, she wouldn't be able to afford it. She wasn't one to carelessly spend money anyway. 

She had stopped at a certain stand selling several items made of metals -- gold earrings, silver bracelets, and other jewelry of the sort. It wasn't that they were jewels that caught her eye, it was that they resembled metal vessels so much that it made her kind of nostalgic. Most of all, it made her miss her companions dearly, and she so wished that she could meet them again soon.

The young Fanalis hadn't notice Mu hold up the little trinket, but his voice sure did. Though for her, it came from high above, considering their height difference. It surprised her, how the booming voice suddenly came from above like that, and she would flinch lightly, dropping the piece of earring that she was admiring in her hand. 

Without looking up at his face, Morgiana set her eyes on the little thing in his hand, eyes showing confusion before he spoke again. Again, she was surprised. Was this stranger offering her a gift? She'd never been given gifts out of nowhere before, and wasn't sure how to accept. Would it be rude to reject it? 

Finally deciding to accept the stranger's kindness, she would hold out both hands underneath the trinket, waiting for him to put it down on the palm of her hand. Once he did, she would smile shyly, looking up to see his face as she gave him her thanks -- and as she did, the smile would disappear, and for a while she gaped.

" You are.. -- !! "

His red hair, those eyes of his, the height that so greatly reminded her of Masrur, his figure .. could he be..?

" Are you.. a Fanalis? " Her voice quivered as she questioned him, unable to believe her eyes. Was she dreaming? She would never have expected to meet more, much less in a place like this! Was he from the same world as her? Or was he a resident of this place, not brought from anywhere? All these doubts mixed with disbelief, and she stood still, eyes locked on his.

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“Shit… I got carried away.”

A small pinch of regret poked at the sides of the powerful esper as he looked at the pile of rubble and ruin of what was once a small building. He got overtaken by his anger and his absolute hatred for these scientists drove him into nearly causing a large-scale disaster in a city block. Fortunately he noticed, that none were inside the building he was in before he decided it was a good idea to destroy it. He also had enough self-restraint that he managed an implosion instead of an explosion thus sparing many of the city’s citizens any major accident.

Though that thought alone somewhat gave Accelerator a wash of relief, he still caused enough destruction to guarantee attention. After the dust had cleared people began gathering around the collapsed structure, whispering and talking among themselves as to how and what could have happened to it. None would be the wiser of course, except maybe the scientists themselves.

After all, Accelerator destroyed the building to show them what he was capable of. 

That said, eyes were cast on him still, possibly because several saw him leave the rubble of the building without a single scratch on him. From his appearance to what these people experience everyday, it’s not impossible for some of them to think that it was he who caused the building to collapse from within. Though they were right, Accelerator certainly wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of finding out the truth. So instead, he glared at them. A glare so intense that it sent shivers down the spines of the many that dared suspect him. Naturally, it worked. It was wise on their part to leave the immediate vicinity instead of trying to press him for any answers. Well, almost all of them at least.

As the crowd slowly dispersed away from the area and elsewhere, Accelerator spotted someone odd among the them. She stood still unlike the others and unlike them, she actually stared at him despite his beastly glare. She stood out among the rest, with her bright red hair and outlandish clothing… not to mention, her eyes. What Accelerator saw within them certainly wasn’t fear but instead, perhaps, bravery? A glance downward and he saw that she wasn’t wearing any footwear.

‘This girl…’ 

She suddenly reminded him of the first time he met his most precious person, although at the time, he sort of undressed her. Accelerator walked closer, suddenly curious about her. One thing was sure, he figured. She was like him, a prisoner and outsider at the same time. A victim of the scientists. 

“Hey, you.” he began. “Get out of here. Security will be here soon and it’s likely they’ll arrest suspicious people on site.”

[fanalism]

She would make no changes in expression or movements as he stepped closer, though her eyes followed him. It's a good thing he spoke to her, otherwise she likely wouldn't have talked at all. After all, there was no need to if he wasn't interested in using words. While Accelerator may have sounded irritated or bad-tempered, Morgiana's tone was almost unreadable, giving away no emotion, speaking coldly and calmly.

" What about you? " Her gaze would flicker to his crutch before returning to him, obviously doubting that he'd be able to escape in any clean manner if they were to swarm them from both sides, despite the power he showed earlier. Especially since Morgiana had no idea what the security would be like, unlike Accelerator. 

He seemed dangerous, yet he told her to run for her sake, right? Behind that cold glare were good intentions, she could see that. So since he didn't seem to be a bad person, she had no intention of leaving him to be caught -- even though he would probably be able to take care of himself no problem.

And soon enough, she could hear the sound of footsteps -- lots of them, and she would assume that they'd be in trouble if they were caught. She would take a slow step backwards, and as groups on both sides of the street came into view, the Fanalis shot forward, grabbing Accelerator and throwing him over her shoulder -- she would be more gentle if it wasn't an emergency situation. (you can only blame yourself, you dumb albino) And, as if she had wings, she would shoot upwards after crouching and launching herself off the ground with the force of her feet against it, leaving a rather large crack in the ground where she was just standing; and with ease, landed at the top of a tall, tall building.

Gently placing Accelerator down, she would walk to the edge of the building, peeking over and watching the confused men down below, who searched around the destroyed building -- apparently, they hadn't seen her jumping up.

" I think we're safe now, " she would say with the same tone as earlier, turning to face the albino.

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01; the return of academy city's strongest | open

Normalcy was something of an odd thing in Hive City. The people that call this dark and mysterious city “home” have seen their fare share of weird occurrences and events that can only be explained as either supernatural or downright magical. As such, the men, women and children of the city paid very little attention to the hundreds of oddities and freaks that had gathered in their city, thanks in large part to the scientists that had wrapped their fingers around it so tightly that the very same people that call this city home, were part of their experiment as well.

They are ruthless in their experiments, cunning in their line of work and experiments and above all, just plain annoying.

And there was one such person who found the scientists more than anyone else they had abducted into the city, recently or otherwise. In fact this one had grown to simply detest and loathe scientists in general, especially those that openly experiment with people’s lives. Save for one extremely lucky scientist in his life, the rest were all complete eyesores and quite frankly, they were assholes. The scientists in this city were no different. Or rather, they had not changed one bit since the last time he was here.

As usual, Accelerator, Academy City’s strongest esper, broke out of his confinement with ease. He did not need to hear what those bastards in white coats had to say. He simply knew; the memories, although once gone, quickly found their place back into his head as soon as he woke up from being abducted. He’d been taken into this city once more and this time, they made the mistake of giving him access to his full powers.

“15 minutes,” he told himself, a reminder of how long he can actively use his powers. “You shitheads fucked up big time. This was a mistake,” he spoke, donning his signature white coat over his sharply striped long-sleeved shirt. He turned on his heel and blood crimson eyes stared down the room he was in before he broke out of its doors. Although his expression was displeased, his eyes reflected a more intense blaze of emotion: tranquil fury.

His skinny hand lashed out, planting itself on one side of the room, his fingers digging into the concrete with relative ease thanks to his vector manipulation, completely betraying its weakly look for the immeasurable strength behind it. The walls began to crumble, slowly at first as tiny cracks appeared from Accelerator’s palm and outward, increasing as they go with varying intensity. The room and the whole building itself started to shake violently, as if it was experiencing a high magnitude earthquake.

“I’ll find you. All of you.” Accelerator began, his hand still applying the precise manipulation of vectors to shake the building with ease. “…and when I do, I’ll crush every single one of you. Fuck you all and your stupid experiment.”

And with that declaration of war, Accelerator rips the building from inside out, the structure that held him confined by the scientists now had completely imploded, collapsing under its own great weight. The destruction was contained, of course, so that no harm would come to any civilian passersby. They were awestruck by the sudden implosion of the building, but more so when they had noticed that only one person walked away from the disaster, with nary a scratch or blemish on his snow-white attire.

Normalcy was something of an odd thing in Hive City. Its citizens have seen their fair share of strange things and not many surprises them anymore. But when a building suddenly collapses and implodes out of nowhere in mere seconds with no apparent explanation and with only one, reportedly just one, survivor, then it will surely be talked about for days to come.

Academy City’s #1 declared his return with destruction, and he will make sure that the scientists will pay for bringing him back.

[fanalism]

Unlike Accelerator, Morgiana was completely new to everything about Hive City. She's been through countless situations, but being thrown into an experiment was completely new to her, almost just as new as the title of "scientist". Yet she knew -- this wasn't anything good, and she could only hope that this was some sort of bad dream that she would wake up from soon. Judging from what she'd been told, there was no escaping this city; and quite frankly, no matter how much she wanted to try to break her way out of here, she still lacked the necessary information to think up a good plan. 

Was she scared? No.. it was more like frustration. It would be nice if she ran into someone she knew, or even just had one ally to be with here. Right now, all alone in such a foreign place with technology far beyond all that she knew of, she felt like a mere ant that could easily be stomped on by the scientists' boots. And feeling this weak, this powerless, wasn't something she enjoyed at all. 

The Fanalis would continue to wander aimlessly about the city, bare feet coated with dirt after a long time -- and just as she decided she would rest for a bit, the building just a few steps away imploded, and she froze along with all the other passersby, though she remained on her guard despite the surprise. She had expected some sort of huge monster to walk out, since they caused that kind of destruction, but.. as she watched, a lone figure stepped out of the building's ruins, expression clearly showing displeasure. Though she could hardly believe one of such a small stature could do something like that, she knew better than to judge someone just by their appearance; after all, she was just as small -- shorter than even him, and yet she housed a strength that would surprise anyone who'd never seen her in a battle.

As the people around her whispered among each other and backed away from the mess, they had probably deemed the boy as 'dangerous' and decided to leave the area, probably in fear that they would be in danger as well just by being near this person. And soon enough, only herself and Accelerator were left standing alone in this street, with the girl staring quietly at him -- until he caught her eye.

She didn't run. She didn't move either, though, not a step away, not a step forward. She simply returned the gaze, and her eyes carried something other than fear -- curiousity, maybe? Who knows.

What happened next would be up to Accelerator.

[fanalism]

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