i. the magician

trøllabundin djúpt í míni sá / í hjartanum logar brennandi bál / galdramaður festi meg / eyga mítt festist har ið galdramaður stóð. aff. eidolon

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emberfists‌:

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While Yang was hunting, she usually didn’t see anyone else. She liked to wander out far, both to see more of the Great White and prevent everyone only hunting close to the village and driving away all the animals in the area. So it was unusual to see barely-there human footprints in the snow while she worked, and sure enough rounding the trees brought her face-to-face with someone only vaguely familiar.

“Oh, you’re the one who’s always around with… that guy.” It wasn’t like she’d learned his name, either. At least she recognized him at all. “Hey, we’re pretty far out from the village. Are you alright out here without a weapon or anything?”

She might be a hunter instead of a Huntress these days, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to help if she could offer it.

“The one who’s always around that guy....” He gave a laugh at the title, the action causing his lungs to freeze. Well, he deserved something like that, considering he was hovering around Caelum incessantly. After all, he had felt guilt for always leaving them behind in the shop ( and he was here, unable to go back ), but now they were granted some time together. “You're not wrong.”

The other had a fair point, though. He couldn’t definitively say he’d be alright, even though he had the feeling nothing would be out for blood for him today. He wasn’t Muriel nor Lucio, and he made a mental note to be more careful next time. He didn’t have magic to help him, after all. “I didn’t realize I was that far out. I feel like I’ll be fine, unless.. is there something nearby I should be worried about?”

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heavencut‌:

“I haven’t seen anything quite like this back home––-” and lucifer ponders for a second or two, about the skydwellers and their way of life, their cities and the many sights the horizon had to offer “but then again, I didn’t have much freedom to actually look for it before.” perhaps the magus had something similar to it? it saddens him a little, that he had loved ( still loves ) that vast world so much and yet there is so little he had seen for himself.

“oh? so the fortune is already written in fate?” the former primarch looks at the cards more intently then, eyes with a curious spark “and you are someone who understands what the cards want to say?” it was an interesting concept; luck and fortune seem to be uncontrollable forces in all worlds, but to be able to understand it? it was indeed such a rare and wonderful gift “can you try it with me?”

“Not quite. Your future can change anytime; the cards are often reminders of what a person should keep in mind on their journey. People often talk about how they feel lost, right? It’s in those kind of times where a push in a direction could help.” Of course, with his magic he had literally and often visited the realm and gotten more than vague advice. But that was neither here nor there.

“All the more reason to try your hands at everything new then, hmm?” As he spoke he had began shuffling his deck carefully, tucking them into each other until satisfaction. He then spread the cards on the surface of the table. “Right. Of all these cards, pick the three that call out to you.”

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“But why would they abduct cows?”

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“I don’t know. I haven’t really heard about the idea of others living in the skies beyond until recently. Don’t you think it’d be a fun trip to get abducted up there?” Stop him!!

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“The stars are the only thing that makes sense.”

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“It’s good that we can still see them in a place like this then.” His breath billowed out, getting caught by the yellow illumination of their lanterns as the two of them decided to take a quick breather from the festivities of the tavern. The lack of artificial lights allowed the pinpricks of white to stand out even more. Their place in the sky seemed to soothe the hearts of many travelers, a positioning and light in the literal darkest times. However, his own gaze was not on the stars above his head, but one that was busy tilting their head observe the heavens.

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“Do you think we’ve met in other lives?”

late night sentences

“Oh? Whatever makes you say that?” Though his response was teasing in its intonation, there was a faint hope that he remembered something, without the bouts of pain that usually accompanied such recalls. It was a hope he’s carried upon realizing the nature of this place, though he doubted any authority figure more than believing in their potential ( save for one countess ).

“I don’t know, but that’s a nice thought. Why stop at one lifetime with you, when I can have countless?”

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heaventaint‌:

    “ A skydweller is exactly as it sounds. ” the angel answers simply, not quite understanding where the inquiry stems from. hasn’t that always been the term used to address to the humans living in skydoms— but, then again, he only just remembers that eidolon has brought forth people from all sorts of lands… ones that might not even be from the skydoms tha the is familiar with. “ ….But, well… it is not a nickname but, more of a generalization of your kind living in the realm where I came from. ”

     sandalphon felt himself relax a little bit more when the other allowed him to tag along as it was in the same direction of his own destination. he figures that it was a good sign as he needn’t to waste time getting lost and to cover more ground in getting more information about the island and the goddess that they worship.

     from the looks of it, the other seems to be doing some errands if he were solely to base from the items he had been holding— he supposes that, in exchange for guiding him, he might as well offer to lend a hand. “ Will you let me assist you? As thanks. ”

“Interesting. I’ve always thought we lived on the earth, though. I certainly did. Does that mean you’re not human?” He knows his share of nonhumans ( how mentor being one, and a certain ghost was playing with the devil ), so he wasn’t immediately wary. His curiosity certainly also played a part into it, and that prevented anything less than friendly to bleed into his tone.

“I’d appreciate it. Would you take the top box, then?” Despite doing his best to dress for the ( constantly ) cold weather, his hands were cold from the wind. If he could get a bit of relief from having all these things weighing him down, he’ll take it.

“My name is Asra. You?”

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“I wish it could always be like this.”

“You’re always there for me.”

“The stars are the only thing that makes sense.”

“There’s more out there, you just have to be patient.”

“It doesn’t all have to be existential dread.” 

“You’re so much different when we’re alone.”

“I like it when the worlds quiet.” 

“There’s a place for us somewhere.”

“They’ll name constellations after you one day.”

“Your hearts beating so fast.”

“They don’t know what they want.”

“You don’t know what you want.”

“That’s what they’re supposed to say.”

“We really don’t know what we’re doing.”

“I miss the old you.”

“Nostalgias a trap.”

“Aliens are out there.”

“Did you hear that?”

“I really want pizza right now, think it’s open?” 

“What time is it?”

“But why would they abduct cows?”

“We’ll all be dead soon enough anyways.” 

“I wish we didn’t have to sleep.”

“What do you believe in?”

“What happens after we die?”

“Seems like a silly thing to say, don’t you think?” 

“And what’s your excuse?”

“You’ll get it together soon.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’ll never have it together.”

“It’d be better if people weren’t so afraid of their feelings.”

“You keep quiet and we both lose.”

“I wish I could save this forever.”

“When did you realize you were in love with me?”

“The rooms spinning.”

“I loved you long before you knew.”

“I’m not afraid of death, I think it’ll be peaceful.”

“The Universe is too big for that.”

“Do you think we’ve met in other lives?” 

“I’d come back to haunt you.” 

“Would you come back to haunt me?”

“What’s alternate universe you doing right now?”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Why haven’t you told anyone?” 

“I wish we knew each other sooner.”

“You’re a game changer.” 

“I’m a game changer.”

“Don’t ignore fate.” 

“Ignorance isn’t bliss.”

“What, is that a conspiracy theory?”

“It’s probably the Illuminati anyways.” 

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i have 3 whole replies to get to but i’d love to interact with new peeps! consider this a starter call. if you’d like a magician telling you a fortune or possibly working/chilling in the tavern please like this!! capped at 2 sorry my brain is terrible at starters and retired at age 19  

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quirkbred‌:

Shouto knows very little about snakes, and even less about the environments they tend to thrive in, but somehow he gets the feeling that an endless blizzard is not the correct place for one. Perhaps a bit rudely does Shouto stare at this poor stranger, and by extension their pet. His eyes are narrowed in study because of this seemingly very out of place animal, and there’s only another moment before he finally asks his bunkmate–  

“Is that real?”

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“Very much so. This is Faust.” With a hand gently scratching Faust’s chin he gestured to his familiar. She’s slowly adjusted ( albeit reluctantly ) to the weather, though it still took a lot of effort to stay awake for long. However, under the roof of the house, she was quick to wiggle towards the new friend at the greeting. 

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majustsuo‌:

“I’ve had people tend to it back in my time, they would use various oils to keep it maintained.” Several jars of oil and two servants were needed to be able to tame the beast that was Solomon’s hair. Sadly for him, none of those are present now, but it seemed that it wouldn’t be a problem for him.

“Things have changed since then and I do not need such maintenance anymore, but I do have a short routine just to keep things in order.”

“I see. And you said you were a magician as well? I’d say we have a lot in common from the get go.” He wanted to make a comment about how many shared his hair color ( which wasn’t all that common in Vesuvia ). “Mind telling me more about how your magic works? I’m guessing it’s not quite the same in every place.”

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is there a clause for half white hair

Honorary member! Just like Faust is.

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“Do you think we could start a white hair club here?” No privileges, they just have tea every so often.

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heaventaint‌:

     it seems that, even with the mystery surrounding the island, everyone seems to be living quite normally by skydweller standards; to be active and work in the mornings, to bundle up and rest at night. he supposes that this eerie sense of tranquility is caused by their goddess; diadem, was it? one who has powers associated with ice and snow.

     truth be told, he was a little wary.

     while the skydwellers seemingly don’t seem to question the existence of this goddess, he wondered if she was akin to something like a primal beast— one who takes in specific types of people ( wishers, is what he vaguely remembers from the voice he’d heard before waking up in eidolon ) but, for what reason? for what purpose is she bringing all these people together? 

    the only silver lining he could find was that, by some miracle, lucifer had ended up here too— but, even that just fuels his resolve to learn about the mysteries in this island. he does not want to lose him again, not if he could help it.

     sandalphon shivered as he felt a gust of wind brush against him, halting his thought process.

     ah— it was cold again today and sandalphon finds himself starting to get a little tired of it. 

     “ Hey, you. Skydweller. ” sandalphon calls out to someone with fluffy white hair, they seem like an easygoing fellow, someone who seems to have already gotten used to the living conditions in this area— they might just be able to aid him. “ Could you give me directions to the Crystal Château? ” // @ifaustian

He had set out earlier in the day with the intent to try and earn some change in preparation for being stuck here. While he didn’t like it by any means, he was used to the adaptive prospect of any foreign land. The offer of payment for him searching in the outer regions would be useful to at least see the place in its entirety for himself. It took quite a bit of convincing, but he had wanted Faust to stay in the bunkhouse if possible to avoid her freezing ( even if sticking to his body heat was a feasible option ). 

The magician had just come back with all the ingredients requested when he was stopped in his track. At the sound he peeked about, pulling down his scarf to speak once he’s spotted the fellow.

"Skydweller? Is that a nickname? I’ve never heard something like that.” If anything, don’t they dwell on the ground? He gave a brief once over of the map to make sure he was on the right path back to the village centre. “It’s near where I’m headed, so you can just com with me.”

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soulrewound‌:

          So his friend is familiar with using magic. While his expression betrays nothing other than pleasantry, he feels the grains of something bitter in his heart, somewhere. Would humanity have been better off without magic from the very beginning? No, certainly not. The Grimm had been a headache from the very beginning, and defense was necessary. Still… from time to time, he misses how freely he used to use it. Coming to Eidolon wasn’t that much of a step down from his original predicament. “ They must have come across the right people at some point, then. “

          “ It’s my pleasure. I can only imagine that she will grow all the more beautiful as she matures. “ And the door is closed. Ozpin gestures to a free table ushers the two of them to sit, before wandering to the counter. … What did snakes eat? He had moved too fast– surely the tavern did not sell mice and rats, right? The ex-headmaster comes back with three mugs instead– two with tea, one with water. He sets them on the table. “ I don’t know what to eat yet, truthfully. “ A small laugh. “ We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. “

He accepted the mugs gratefully, placing one on the table for Faust to help herself. He was already sipping on his, disregarding a bit of caution when it came to something hot. His familiar, at the offer, slithered towards the cup, looping around it in curls before settling her head down in rest. Ah. A perfect warmer.

“I’ve been chastised for trying everything and anything at least once, and what they have here is still new to me.” He gave another appreciative slurp of the tea- it felt like like h as being warmed from the outside. At least he doesn’t have to brew his own tea here, either. That would be quite an ordeal. “It’s how I came to like blue-tongued skinks, too. But I digress. Do you have some sort of preference?”

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heartshared‌:

The warmth sinks into Caelum’s bones as he dusts some snow off his pants legs in the doorway of the Crystal Tavern. It’s a little livelier in here than most places he’s visited around town with people drinking and chattering among themselves. These aren’t the kind of places that Caelum would usually frequent but it was warm and one drink couldn’t hurt right and there’s always the bonus of warm food. The woman, Lute, is quick to acknowledge him with a smile which he gladly returns before approaching the bar to place an order for his meal. Some of the dishes he’s not quite heard of and that makes him a little nervous so he plays the safe option and order something he’s had before or at least recognizes. She tells him it’ll be right up and he’s left alone to find an open seat among the sea of people.

Caelum does find a few scattered here and there with some rowdier patrons he’d rather not get involved with until he’s settled down here so he passes them over. As he scans the room his eyes pass over a familiar face that makes him do a double take. Surely he was seeing things, there’s no way . . . Yet there he sits, not quite looking at Caelum but someone else sitting at the table with him. He wants to call out to him, but instead, he lingers back waiting for the other person to leave the table and eventually they do push their seat out and leave the table. It’s relief that he feels like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders that had settled deep in his bones. He’s not handled his disconnect from his magic very well since he’s arrived, but this, this makes him feel a little better, a little less alone.

Caelum approaches the table carefully while trying to restrain a laugh as he says, “ Ah, a fortune teller what a rare sight. Do you think you can tell me my fortune? “

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After a brief talk over a fortune told, he had relaxed, intent of spending the rest of his days warming up from his recent trip into the wintry landscape for some earnings. It was almost like the days where he had gone by doing whatever was handy at the time. But, it would seem someone was quick to approach at the vacancy of company. As lilac eyes traveled upwards from his seat, they widened in the few milliseconds it took for his neutral expression to transform into one of recognition. 

“Caelum...!” He nearly knocked over his chair from the abrupt standing up.  Though he had been worried for him during the few weeks he’s been here, he was both relieved and even more worried that he was here. He was at a brief loss of words, all the questions and concerns competing to be said first. Eventually he all he could do was, first and foremost, break into a warm smile. After all, in his heart of hearts, he was glad to have him here in his sight.

“I would say you’re the rare catch between the two of us. Why, you’re worth more than a fortune.” He reached for Caelum’s hand in a gesture of affection, leading to him to the opposing seat. “When did you get her? Have you been doing alright?”

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one last merry christmas before i sign off! some replies have been queued. i’ve unlocked my twit  since I’d love to have some new fronds and mutuals [finger guns].