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@iinexorabile
-- PINNED INFO
An Independent, low-activity multi-muse, controlled by mark. multi-fandom. au/crossover friendly. mutuals only.
current brainrot(s): FANDOMLESS SHENANIGANS, & DRAKENIER, & WHO KNOWS
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(looking for my bleach-related multi? see @doomxdriven)
Death is woven in with the violets […]
Virginia Woolf, from ‘The Waves’
//could it be. am i actually going to try and do some things around here?? with urick?? after vanishing from this blog for nearly a year? MAYBE. The want™ is definitely there but life and energy is, another story.
Maybe stay tuned though? 👀
"Guo Jia?" Sylvia answers the masked man. She had heard of him, from stories Guo Jia had passed along some time ago. It was a small band of misfits in many a way, two others who often accompanied this group that she had yet to meet. That was neither here nor there for now. "I haven't seen him, though he does his best to avoid some of the people down here." 'Some' being anyone in the band of the Ashen Wolves. They called him a snake, up to no good. Maybe he was, but weren't they all the very same at one point or another?
"Trouble seems to follow in his footsteps," Sylvia mused, "or maybe it's the consequence of his own actions. Either way, if he's here, he's hiding for the time being." Offering a shrug then, she carries on without trying to let the weight of his absence again worry her. "You are one of his friends then, yes? He's told me what you're all doing up above, curious to see how it will turn out for the lot of us."
"Yep, Jia, that's him, and you got that right," Tong replies, waving a hand, "trouble sticks to that one like flies on shit."
Tong then goes on to heave a heavy sigh from behind his mask. Tong had already figured Jia wasn't here with Sylvia, but it would have been a relief if they were.... because now he was going to have to shove off and look elsewhere, and this had all already been more than enough exertion for him today.
"You could say I'm one of his friends, unfortunately," Tong continued, his voice still mostly flat, "and I hope he didn't tell you too much, would be awful if it all backfires and you get the Archbishop's axe along with us."
Tong's voice livens just a little, enough for him to heave a chuckle, "I imagine he's planned an out for you though, in that worst case; the man doesn't say it outright, but the way he talks about you, well, you'd think he was talkin' about his wife or somethin'."
Jia had spoken to Tong quite a bit about the rest of Sylvia's comrades too, how impressive they were, how dangerous they were, how attractive they were, but he always spoke of Sylvia with the most reverence, and warmth.
Tong wondered if Sylvia cared as much about Jia as he seemed to about her. Sylvia didnt give off that vibe so far, but if she cared even a little bit, maybe Tong could use that to his advantage in this search.
"Mind helpin' me look for him, helpin' me make sure he's not dead in a gutter somewhere? You probably know this place a lot better than me, even with my maps."
"Have you seen that blonde drunkard anywhere?" Tong asks upon approaching Sylvia, his voice a calm, near monotone, "I know he came down here to see you, but unless he's hidin' behind you or somethin', I'm goin' to assume he's not here..." // @glaciialis
Tong wakes up, yawns, looks around, realizes a few months have passed, and then wonders.... if he should just go back to sleep.
"Alright... weird mask, Pact with a Primordial Deity, functionally immortal, and a Pact mark on your face to round it all off?"
"Yeah, seems like it? Why?"
"Right, look kid, you ever been to a party, and when you show up, there's someone else there wearin' the exact same outfit you are? That's what this is, dialed to like, a hundred. We need to do somethin' about this."
"Oh I get it! This is where we team up, then? Me, the heroic wanderer, and you, my spell-slinging, plan-making, fun-sized sidekick?"
"...... On second thought, I don't think I have enough energy for this conversation, I'm goin' to take a nap."
"Wait, come back! We haven't even thought up a name for our team yet--"
while you are out there settlin’ i will turn to a skeleton
Having an entity like The Reaper as one's Pact Partner is definitely a harrowing experience to say the least, and not necessarily because of the way his Pact-related Immortality functions.
Urick and The Reaper, being bound to one another as they are, are able to directly communicate with one another through their minds whenever they wish. Urick often doesn't wish to speak with The Reaper, but The Reaper, through this communicative link, are often speaking to him, and it's not fun.
The Reaper can't force Urick to do anything he doesn't want to (unless they are entering his body to Resurrect him-- that's a discussion for another day too) but having a voice in his head that's often telling him to brutally murder those around him and spill their blood can be grating on the psyche.
Making matters worse is the fact that The Reaper can be quite cruel toward Urick specifically, sometimes taunting him, or shaming him about past failures (they like to copy Oror's voice and berate Urick with it for example but there's more than that), further compiling the grief and guilt he has to wrestle with on a near daily basis.
All of this, and Urick kinda has to just deal with it, because he can't turn the communication off. The only thing that ever truly quiets The Reaper down is when Urick happens to kill people with his scythe (usually in defensive situations or with people who truly deserve it like bandits and other evil ilk), those incidents will usually quell The Reaper's lust for death for a while, but it always comes back at some point.
The price of Urick's Pact was his Mortality yes but sometimes he feels that having to hear and deal with The Reaper is the true price he's had to pay.
@iinexorabile - urick doesn't question where the cat ears came from or why they are there, no his first instinct is to reach out and TOUCH THEM--
"You like them?" A light-hearted giggle emits from her throat, carrying the usual air of one who always appeared carefree. For the first time in a long time, Two had to admit that the sound mimicked her mood. The ears gave a little wiggle, as if encouraging the need to touch. "I don't know what happened, but I don't think I'm complaining either." Two clasps her hands behind her back, careful of the now accompanying tail trailing behind her, "It could be a better start you know? We can go wherever and do whatever we want. Ah, but finding my sisters along the way, of course," she pauses, glancing towards Urick again, "if you don't mind that is! Unlimited cat ear touches and more could be your reward!"
"I do, I like them a lot," Urick replies, suave and jovial as ever beneath the darkened steel that currently covered his face, "it's different, but a fun kind of different; I could get used to this."
This wasn't the very first time Urick had seen such features on a person but it was the first opportunity he had to reach out and touch them, hence why his hands had and were enthusiastically still running over Two's cat-like ears.
"They really work for you somehow, add onto your charm," Urick peaks around behind Two for a moment, spotting the tail too, which brings a warm chuckle out of his lips, "and so does that, gods look at that, you might be more cat than Intoner now!"
As engaging as it was to explore Two's newfound features, Urick soon finds himself wrapping his arms around her in more of a hug.
"That doesn't sound like a bad plan at all though. Naturally I'd follow you around anywhere, to new beginnings, finding your sisters, or any adventure really, but throw in these cat shenanigans and I'm beyond sold!"
Lingering in the back of Urick's head was a little concern, however, a degree of concern he could never truly let go of.
"I only hope we don't run into Zero, or my lovely mute pal along the way. Something tells me they'll be murderous as ever no matter where they are-- though I have to admit, if one or both of them wind up with cat-ears, it'll be hilarious. Terrifying, but hilarious."
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A more realized version of this from many many years ago
What happened between Urick and Yaha was a true tragedy tbh. Two people who were very close, who harbored a strong friendship that (at one point) blossomed into romance, but one that burned out quickly and ultimately crashed because (and these are understatements) one side was too selfish and cowardly (*cough urick cough*) and the other side FAR too obsessed (looking at you Yaha).
anyway, siri play fourth of july by fall out boy.
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’They put up a good fight. I think one of them almost cut me back there,‘ slowly, Yaha pulled the sharp end of his scepter from the back of a bandits head, one of the many corpses that surrounded the blonde elf.
Urick was a couple of paces away, with no shortage of dead bandits laying at his feet as well.
’One of these guys?' Urick would step over a severed arm, doing his best to not get his shoes dirty with blood. If there was anything that was difficult as hell to clean off, it was blood.
’I doubt that! I think you’re giving them a bit too much credit,’ Urick smiled, looking over at the blonde elf, his best friend.
Yaha was staring back, a smile, just as bright as Urick– nay, brighter, creased upon his lips.
’Ahh, maybe I am. It’s not like that is a crime, though.’ Yaha would make his way toward Urick, not caring for the corpses he stepped over/on. There sure was a lot of them, just how many had he and Urick dispatched? Ten? Twenty? Thirty? It was so hard to tell. There were lots of bodies laying on that cave floor, many of them cut into a myriad of different pieces.
Their numbers may have been lost, but if the mass of bodies and body parts said one thing, it was that Urick and Yaha were a great team. There wasn’t anything they couldn’t accomplish when they worked together.
’I would not be giving you too much credit, if I said you fought like a true knight back there, would I?’ four or five feet away from Urick, and Yaha stopped, his eyes focused on Urick’s own.
Urick chuckled, giving his friend a nod of approval, ’Haha, no of course not! I know when to take a compliment.’
The white haired Lieutenant would then turn around, stretching, and giving a loud yawn. It was about time they returned to headquarters, they had achieved their goal. Find the bandits planning who were planning a raid on one of the districts, and end them, that’s all they had to do, and now that they were done, Urick saw no reason to stay around this corpse gathering any longer.
Turning around like he did is when he first saw it though. What did Urick see? A scythe. Toward the end of the cave, laying upon a wide stone table, sat the most interesting weapon Urick had ever seen. He hadn’t noticed it before amid all the fighting, but now that everything was calm, it had finally caught his eye.
Curious, Urick moved across the cave, once again carefully avoiding any piles of innards or blood. The weapon looked nice, but he still didn’t want to get his shoes dirty, especially with Yaha present, they were gifts from the guy after all.
’Hey Yaha, do you see that?’ Urick says, gesturing to the scythe.
’See what?’ Yaha had only focused on two things during this whole trip, the bandits, and Urick, and now that the brigands were lifelessly scattered about, he hadn’t given much thought about anything else but his fellow lieutenant in this dank cave.
’This weapon–’ Urick had already gotten close to the scythe, his eyes looking directly down at the masterpiece before him. ’– look at it. It must’ve belonged to the bandit chief.’
Yaha eyed the weapon, a cold chill traveling down the back of his spine in effect. There was something about that scythe that didn’t feel right. Yaha was not one for religion, but that scythe simply felt, and looked..unholy. There was no better way to describe it. The table it sat upon didn’t help either; some sort of macabre altar, by the looks of it.
’Are you sure you should be touching that?’ Yaha voiced his concern, concern that was also evident in his golden eyes.
’It’s just a weapon!’ Urick, jovial as always, picked the scythe up from its resting place. The weapon was heavy, heavier than expected. Even so, it was nothing Urick couldn’t handle. ’A very nice weapon. Better than that rusty heap of metal I was assigned.’
Yaha frowned; he wanted to tell Urick the weapon didn’t seem right, he wanted to tell him to put it down, but Yaha could not work up the will to do so. Urick seemed so excited about the scythe, and the last thing Yaha wanted to do was make Urick of all people sad. When his fellow Lieutenant finally turned around, the scythe still in hand, Yaha forced a smile onto his face. ’It certainly looks more imposing. Are you going to keep it?’
Urick would look down at the scythe once more. From the tip of the blade, all the way down to the skull-themed ornament below the handle, this weapon seemed..perfect. It wasn’t an axe– the kind of weapon Urick was familiar with–, but it was shaped like one.
Yes, Urick was going to keep it, he was dead set on that. ’I think I will! I’d be crazy to pass something like this up.’ Urick would bring his eyes up off his new weapon, looking back toward his friend.
The two of them continued on talking, no doubt speaking on their plans for returning to the Knight’s headquarters.
Unbeknownst to either of them, there was a dark entity listening in, watching them, but mostly, watching Urick, from the skull on the scythe’s handle.
F̢̩͍̠̅̒̀̀ḯ̫̬̙̙̌̈́̉ǹ̪̱̭̲̑̓̕a̛̯͉͙̖͂͊͗l̜̗̖̭̾̔͒̋l͓̼̱̬̇̇̽͝y̡̗̣̎̀͑͠ͅ,̦̞̬̰̃̿̓̕ ͖̹͔͇̀͛̏̃a̧̡̳̩̎̋͒͠ ̢͖̱̂̓́̍ͅv̧̼͇͈̍͗̽̐e̙̤͉͖̽́̃̏s̡͉̝̖̔̂͆̋ŝ̮̱̺͇͑̈̈́e̳̞̦̗͐́̊̏ľ̠̻̦̟̈́̾̍ ̦̰̤̆̃͋̚͜ḧ̡̦̫̳́̽̇́ą̩̮̥́͛̉́ṣ̭͕͍̋̓͌̓ ̙̳̮̬̊̎̀̊b̭̤͇̬̋̄͛̏è̛̤̪̝̱̌͝é͎͖͓̬͛̕̚n̦͙͖̖̊͐̊̉ ̣̙̩̞̈̿͊̔c̜͉̹͔̄͊̅͂h̦͉̤͍͋́̑̈́ơ̞̣̫̯̑͌̋ș̢̯̗͑̂͆͝ė̘̖͘̚͜͜͝ṇ̙̹͎͌́̉͠.͚̯͔͍̏̈́̃̓
Urick & Courage/Cowardice
As seen in DoD2, Urick has two very distinct qualities of courage, the first being 'lets get the fuck out of here' (when Caim appeared in the City of Rust), and then there’s 'I'm going to challenge the single most powerful person in the series yet to a fight' (at the District of Shining Life, twice).
So, whats the deal ? Well at one time, Urick was genuinely cowardly, like, full stop. The incident with General Oror was perhaps the best example of that, but Urick had a bit of a cowardly streak going on long before (and not just with running from serious fights, you could look at his past relationship with Yaha or how he went along with the Holy Flowers situation in his District too among other things).
Post Pact though, or rather present day, Urick's at least gotten over his crippling fear of death, and his apparently questionable courage all has to do with his envisioned end-game; i.e he atones for the grievous sin he committed (getting Oror killed), and then dies, or dies and simultaneously atones, you know, however that guilt-ridden cookie happens to crumble.
Obviously, Urick doesn't want to die without doing that (during death or before). That’s why Urick was so eager to flee the first time the group encountered Caim (since Urick was pretty sure Caim could kill him indefinitely, and at the point Urick hadn't done shit to atone, possibly being killed for good without doing any of that scares Urick), and its also why he stood to challenge Caim the other two times.
The first time Urick challenged Caim ended up being a flop, both because everything had turned into a fucking mess (the knights were everywhere, and they had captured Manah), and because Urick realized that dying and leaving Nowe on his own at such a time was a bad idea. The mindset Urick had then and the one he had at the final confrontation with Caim were the same, though. Urick threw down the gauntlet because he thought that was it, he had atoned for what he did, so he could finally die with no qualms.
To summarize though, across all his verses, Urick will generally only flee from a serious fight (or any instance when someone is trying to kill him) when he feels the person(s) involved are capable of-- not killing him-- killing his Pact Partner, The goddamned Grim Reaper (which would mean actual death for Urick). This is of course assuming that Urick feels he won't atone for what he’s done by dying in that moment, or he hasn't found some way to atone beforehand, because if he has, then he'll be comfortable taking that eternal L-- but otherwise? Nope, he's OUTTA THERE.
This does also mean that barring a threat of that sheer apocalyptic caliber, Urick won't ever back down from a challenge, not necessarily because he's THAT confident in his own skills or abilities but because he knows that worse case scenario, most people are unable to kill him for good, even if they can kick his ass seven ways from Sunday.
Does any of that mark Urick as harbouring true courage? Can Urick really be called 'brave'? That's debatable, especially since you could say Urick's still a bit of a coward in certain other ways, but at the very least, present day, he's far from the coward he once was.
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THE HOLY FLOWERS, KEY TO SHINING LIFE
......The Holy Flowers,
Key to the District of Shining Life, they are a bed of parasitic-like flowers that draw from the vitality of those around them. When 'fed', they release a powerful scent that neutralizes a seal's negative energies, keeping the area around it relatively stable.
....continue to bloom,
Originally a holdover from the Cult of the Watchers (which was repurposed by former Hierarch Verdelet), the Holy Flowers typically feed upon the vitality of villagers from nearby settlements, and/or imperial martyrs, whom the Knights force to be sacrifices. People given to the Holy Flowers-- men, women, and children alike-- usually suffer a slow and agonizing death as the flowerbed steadily drains them of their life-force. However..... .....when needed, those put at the flowers mercy can be hauled into one of three chambers within the District, where they will be offered as more immediate sacrifices; their deaths coming swiftly as the Holy Flowers ravenously devour their life's essence.
...their petals stained with the blood of those they consumed.
Like all districts and their key's, the Holy Flowers are assigned a Guardian, someone who is not only tasked with protecting the key and the seal it contains, but is also bonded to it. That Guardian is Urick, and during his time as a Knight Lieutenant, he was responsible both for watching over the Holy Flowers, and feeding them. Though even after departing from the Knights of the Seal, Urick's link to the flowers remains, one that is perhaps stronger, and more intricate than any Guardian of any District.... The Holy Flowers are unique among the other district keys. While other keys can be destroyed on their own, the Holy Flowers are indestructible by themselves, immortal, if you will, a trait they share with their Guardian. Only once Urick and his Pact Partner are gone, will these wretched parasites be wiped from the world. until then, t̫̞̱̋̓̀ȟ̠̜̞̎͝ê̪̜͉̓͌ ̢̪̼́̊̉H͔̖̥́͒͝o̗͕͑̈́̈ͅl͙̩̗̒̅̚y̫̳̥̏̄̅ ̨̟̞̓͝͝F͚̲̒̑̑͜l̡̢͍̆̆͐o̰̖͖͌̿̚w̞̝͖̅̓͝e̠̠̲͌̊͘r̹̭̭̓̐͠ş̛̲̳́͛ ̬̖̇̒́͜w̭͇̰̃́̇i͚̱͕̔̽̑ḷ̝̗̓̋͠l͖̜͎͋̌͝ ̛̞̻̩̆̓c̜̜͕̉̋̓ȯ̗̟̟̉͑n̫̲͓͋̇͋t̼̳̘̽̄̑ǐ̦͎̪͗̓ṋ̤̻̇̎͝ù͉̙̘̃̅e̫̯̟̿̀̿ ̧͇̮̄͆̚t͓͇̜͑̋̚o̫̝͎̽͂͠ ͈̤̥̾͌͝b̜͕͍̈́̔̆l̩̲̲͗̿͝o̡̹͇̾͋̂ờ̧̩̣̈m͎͇͑̓̚ͅ
