Honey, You Should See Me In A Crown

Frillish, self-exiled to the Ice Caverns of Palekaiko Moku

[cordeliasnotes]

Her arms rose out of the way when the books plopped onto her lap. When she read the spines, her eyes widened. The books.

"You know there’s still one flower left, so I’ve heard." Pausing, she flipped through the books quickly. "Fire tribe. At the base of the volcano." 

Looking up from the books, her eyes watching the conjuring clouds, “I wonder why the one flower decided to bear the storm. It’s also a bit peculiar that the only area affected was of the location of those flowers..” 

Turning to look at him, “But enough of that. I've heard that there is a fire and grass tribe pair going to get the flower. What’re we going to do about that?”

Flipping her head back to the book, a large diagram took up the whole page of the flower, having every part labeled. Eyes scanning, flipping through pages feverishly. 

Whispering to herself, “We have to stop it. It’s…augh!” slamming the book shut, she put her hand on her forehead. other hand balled into a fist.

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Julius smiled widely, listening to her tale. His eyes widened as she mentioned the storm. Had she pieced the story together? Did she know he WAS the storm? She didn't know. "Ssssshe. Hassss. It. I. Ssssaw. It. At. The. Festival." He paused, forcing his eyes to meet hers, waiting for her to look up as if he could command her with his mind. In fact, he could have, but didn't. 

"A. Bellosssssssom. In. Her. Hair." Grass tribe, surely she would have it re-planted again. His head filled with an image of the red flower growing wildly through the forests of the island and he growled.

"We? Dear. Cordelia. We. Have. To. Do. Nothing. I. Sssshall. Do. What. I Do. And. I. Expect. You. Will. Do. The. Ssssame."

Julius turned, irritated by the day and ready to return home.

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ooc: Headcanon? - The Storm

After having his heart and his body broken in the catastrophic event, Julius spent a few months building a home in the ice under the west side of Mount Mauna. He built a warren of tunnels while recovering emotionally and physically, taking care not to disturb the areas in the ice already carved out for the ice tribe.

It was during this period that he met the penguins. Darwin was first, bringing food and companionship to Julius as he boiled the water into the ice. After the work was complete, and he had a large area of preferred space to do all of his work in he set about bringing his stuff from his old home near Wai Beach.

The books came last, he felt disgusted by them, projecting his own repulsiveness onto the tomes of knowledge and magic. Julius threw them onto a desk he had carved into one wall of his space, causing a dried and flattened Floran Flaman to become dislodged from the book it had been pressed into.

He picked it up, the cold of his den freezing it to a point of fragility that caused it to shatter as he exhaled upon it.

He wished aloud that the flowers had never existed, and as if by fate or fortune the pile of books shifted, some tumbling into the water. He scooped them up quickly to save them from damage, and found a small book open on the desk.

His eyes scanned the page quickly, widening with each word, and an evil smile crept up his face. So much of his life force had been taken by the previous spell, what was a little more to fuel a storm that would ensure it never happened again?

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ooc: no one follows my hc blog, but I'm pretty sure this affects a lot of people.

[cordeliasnotes]

Huffing, her bangs swirled in a gentle motion. “What could I possibly have that you want is the real question.” Bringing her hand to her chin slowly, her right leg that was crossed on top of her left bobbed up in down in a even rhythm.

"Well, enough of that. What exactly is it that you’d like to exchange? You were awfully vague in the letter you sent me." Pushing the bridge of her glasses closer to her face, in a not so particular expression, feeling the warmth of the setting sun on her face.

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His pace quickened, throbbing through a thin vein in his neck. He swatted it as if bitten, and raised his eyes to the topmost point of her hat.

"Relax. Dear. Cordelia." He smiled, feeling the ugliness of it spread across his face. He dropped it quickly. "Thissss. Isss. A. Return."

He held both hands behind his back and conjured the items from his home. A dull blue fog swirled between his hands as they materialized.

He brought them around in front of him. "I. Believe. Thessse. Belong. In. Your. Library."

Three books sat in his right hand, stacked with the largest on the bottom, but not neatly, each book was turned a different angle than the one below it.

Julius whispered a single word, unintelligible to most, causing the books to turn in his palm until the spines would all be visible to Cordelia. The smallest was unmarked, but bound in a dark and possibly decaying plant material. The second carried a single rune branded on the spine and then covered in red wax in an almost pristine condition. The third read, Island Fauna: Magical & Medicinal Usage, a red flower petal stuck out of the top, near the back of the book. In fact, all three books seemed to have pages marked with similar flower petals.

"Or. Perhapssssss." He drug the word out, playing up his lisp for effect. "I. Ssshould. Lock. Them. Away. For. Ten. More. Yearssssss?"

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[ooc: This is just an event. closed except for comment/laughter. Possible back-story for future interaction]

Julius had spent days sitting in a chair made of ice, as much a part of the wall as the floor of the cavern, though the base sat under water. He had stewed upon his meeting with Cordelia ignoring his bodies need for sleep, and refusing offers of food from any of the penguins. 

Darwin and the others huddled in the corner, quacking away quietly. He eyed them, sure they were conversing with each other in penguin tongue. His inner voice sneered at the thought, and he felt the emotion start to play on his own face - tugging at his left nostril.

"DARWIN!" He shouted, and watched the little black and white bodies of the six penguins jump and tremble in the corner. Six? Darwin plus four... He contemplated this, Darwin was the newest, and clearly the smartest of the penguins, where had the sixth come from?

"Darwin." Julius' voice sounded inky, thick with false sweetness. "Will. You. Introduce. Your. Newesssst." He closed his mouth around the tee sound to cut off the lisp and scrambled for a good word, "Friend?"

Four of the penguins tried to bury themselves deeper into the corner, practically pushing Darwin and the sixth one away from them offering them as sacrifice. 

Darwin touched one wing to one of the newcomers and they waddled toward the throne of ice. Julius watched Darwin, swearing he looked to the ground and shuffled his feet nervously.

"Quack!" He said with a tremendous amount of what seemed to be bravery before shuffling back beside his companion.

"Girlfriend?" Julius was shocked. The first female. Darwin's girlfriend. He had assumed all five of the boys were engaged in some sort of mutually beneficial relationship that satisfied all of their penguin needs, whatever penguin needs were.

"Well." Julius stood, his chest puffing out as his tentacles splayed to hold him upright in the water. "Well."

He stopped and eyed the newcomer. His eyes lowered as if he were trying to see through her, and he straightened his spine as he exhaled. "Welcome. Delia."

Julius felt the penguin collective exhale, and he raised an eyebrow and the notion that he might be losing his mind. He rolled it around his brain for about a second before laughing loudly at it. The sound was deep and echoed off the ice walls, setting off a series of alarmed penguin quacks.

Another thought entered his mind, bringing him back full circle, and he decided to see if he could act on it. Research would be required.

[cordeliasnotes]

11 long years and the voice wasn’t too familiar, but enough for her eyes to crack wide open. The voice had always put her off, never quite settling well with her. Eyes prodding them selves to the far right corners, her peripherals displayed a strange looking chair sitting an odd looking man. She couldn’t decipher well. “So..You said you have something for me?" Her head turned around slightly to see him better. 

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Julius stood and walked to her side, letting her see him. "Right. To. Bussssinesssss?"

He kept his eyes on the sunset. "You've. Grown." He paused, "Ssssso. Like. Her."

He cleared his throat and moved on. "I. Don't. Do. Giftssss." Surely his reputation would have reached her, an exchange would be required, but what might he want from her that hadn't already been taken from them both.

[cordeliasnotes]

The sun was a deep blood orange. It was propped against the sea like it was a bath. Sighing, she looked back at her clock. “It’s almost 7, time to go take a walk I suppose." Grabbing her hat swiftly, she flipped the open sign to closed and shut the door behind her. Looking at the sky, she pushed her arm in front of the apparent light beaming towards her, whislt squinting her eyes. Breathing in, she stepped off of her front step and began to walk at a sober pace. Eyes beaming through the other side of her reading glasses she kept on, “Good, I have my notebook and pen. That’s all I need." She spoke, breathing lightly. Pausing as she left the path way to her house onto the main road, her hand was brought to her chin, forming a check mark. “Hmmm..No need for the forest pathway this time. I shall go the main route I trust." 

Her pace was of up most leisure. “Interesting, I wonder if he is giving me what I think he is giving me?" Flipping open the notebook, a bright orange drawing of a flower appeared. “The fire tribe flower..but why, him of all people, would want to give me this? And what for, he knows I never cared for him.." Stopping, the large hollow of shrubbery appeared. Pushing back stray branches, she crept through as best as she could to not ruin her appearance. Sunlight breached through the tunnel of growth. Coming out of the burrow, a fresh pocket of air wept gently against her skin in the now faint glow of the sun. Brushing her hair back, her eyes scanned the empty beach for a stray chair, when one appeared in it’s lonesome. Walking as steadily as she could in the soft sand, Cordelia sat down and breathed a heavy sigh. “It sure is beautiful this evening." Eyes carelessly bobbing with the ebb and flow of the waves, her eye lids began to feel heavy, a little too heavy. Her head began to bob forward, and she woke with a jolt. “I shall go to sleep soon I assume, after this meeting," Yawning, with one arm fully extended and the other bend inward.

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Julius entered the bay at one of the pair or panhandles that created the crescent shape of Na-au. He spoke aloud, summoning a blue fog that enveloped his tentacles and replaced them with a pair of thin, stringy muscled legs. He took a stroll along the beach, bathing in the setting sun. As the water dried on his skin he approached a beach chair with a body sitting in it.

He let his eyes rake over her, slower than he would have liked, memories flooding his brain. He hadn't prepared himself for the resemblance. Eleven years had shaped Cordelia into a fine young woman.

He watched her breathe and dug his nails into his palms to avoid the water that threatened to come from within him.  He exhaled slowly, and conjured a chair for himself behind the girl and took a seat.

Watching the sunset silhouette her, he saw her jolt awake. She talked to herself too then, he smiled before masking his face with a scowl. As her arms formed an 'h' over her head he summoned his own voice.

"Sssoon. After. I. Sssssupposssse." His lisp was stronger than normal, he couldn't hold it in check around this girl.

[cordeliasnotes]

Cordelia hummed a euphoric tone, from some sort of composition she had read in her sheet music archives. Her eyes were glazed over, reflecting the vivid sunlight. The yellow was that of the flowers she planted outside, swaying in the breeze. Her fingers gently glided across the flowers’ petals, caressing them in a haze.

A note appeared in front of her, grasping her attention by the throat, firmly.  Eyes bulging from her head, they scanned the piece of paper thoroughly, and her arm gradually out stretched to meet the piece of paper. Still feeling warm, she let go of the paper and let it flutter to the floor completely. Looking at it from the corner of her eye, “I wonder.." Grasping the paper firmly now, eyes dancing across the few lines that the note bore.

"Meet? What.." Her gaze struck straight forward. “I know this man.." Cordelia said aloud in a almost whisper. A single tear escaped her glossy eyes, falling onto the note willingly.

Whipping the second tear, “No, not today. I will not feel such things at this moment." Her nose grew a slight shade of pink.

Standing up, she strode up to a definite place in her library. Pulling the book out, she wiped the cover kindly, and flipped it open to page 152. On the page, a piece of paper was beginning to burn, and showed another diagram of it appearing. She read the instructions carefully, and began to recreate the same spell.

On the paper, she wrote,

“ Dear Julius,

I suppose we shall meet at the Na-au Bay. It’s the only real place I can suspect would be relatively..quiet. I would have normally suggested the market in the center of the island, but that’s too busy. Too..crowded. I hope this suits you well. Does 7 pm sound like a decent time to meet?

      Cordelia"

Shifting out of her chair, the paper was in air, and she pushed both hands towards it, and blew out a slight breath of air towards it, and it went out of sight. Brushing her hands together, she sat back down at the table. Out of her throat the notes of the song fell out, “I’m sure this meet up will be..interesting." A smile crept from her blissfully. Looking out of the window, watching the sun set, the dark orange sun blazed against the soft orange sky. Birds silhouetted the sky line. A few stray clouds decorated the sky. A breeze picked up, and the nearby trees danced. “What a sunset today.." Cordelia breathed nostalgically.

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Julius was still pacing his cavern when the note appeared, the residual heat of the spell around the paper carving a shelf in the ice of the wall.

He scanned it quickly. Cordelia was still cautious in her dealings with him, he smiled, the inhabitants of Palekaiko Moku would do well to mimic her intelligence in dealing with him.

He had just returned to the north of the island from the bay so he knew he could make the trip easily, but he had no idea what the time currently was. He used his tentacles to propel himself out of his cavern and after navigating the maze of passageways out of the Ice Caverns he located the sun. He could make the Na-au by 7 easily. He raced back to his home and inked a one word message in large letters over the message Cordelia had sent.

"DONE."

He cast the spell to send the message back in his mind once again, watching it disappear.

"I. Sshall. Return. Sssssooon. Darwin." He rubbed the top of the short penguins head and submerged himself under water to begin the deep water trip to the bay.

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Julius returned to his cavern in the ice after the events of the Lökahi Festival. He pictured the girl he had seen on the beach again. Her dress, her hair, those flowers, THAT FLOWER!

"That flower!" He bellowed into the depths of his own, listening to the sound echo and distort as it bounced off of the ice. He heard the response quickly, a cadence of quacks, also echoing, if softer, off of the rounded ice walls.

"Yess, Daddiesss. Home!" The flesh on his face contorted, covering his left eye and pulling the side of his mouth into a twisted grin. "Buti'mnonetoohappy!" He ran the words together quickly as he spat them across the room. Four of the penguins cowered, retreating to a corner, leaving one standing before Julius. 

"If. I. Noticed. The. Flower. Sshurely. SShh-FUCK! Cordelia. Sheee. Sssaw. Too."

He ripped a piece of burnt parchment from his stash and scrawled a quick note.

Dearest Cordelia,

I have something you want... Where to meet?

Julius

He watched the paper as the ink dried. "Like. Boiling. Water. Thisssssssssssss."

He whispered, crafting the spell with his mind more than his tongue lest his lisp destroy the magic. He watched the paper curl as a fog enveloped it and it was gone. Off to the desk of the librarian.

He paced for a few minutes, one of the penguins dodging his tentacles as he walked back and forth. "Darwin! Just! UGH!" Julius sat down in frustration.

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How would you react if someone you loved and lost was reincarnated?

Julius’ eyes narrow and his nose lifts as his mouth curls into a snarl. There is only one person that comes into his mind. “If. SHE. Sssstood. Before. Me!" His chest heaves as air fills his lungs. “I. Would. TAKE. From. Her. What. SHhheee. SsssstoLE! From. Mee."

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A new threat approaches

Julius swam through the warm water of the bay, feeling it slide around his torso and his tentacles. He slowed himself down as the water became shallower and hovered just under the water.

He glowered at the bright colors of the sky as the sun set. Disgusting shades of orange and pink and purple bled across the atmosphere. The sky moved in awkward ways as his body was pulled back and forth by the currents of the bay, and water washed across his head in waves.

His head broke the surface of the water as he rose a bit, stopping before his nostrils surfaced. He let his eyes adjust, watching the blurry forms dancing and dashing across the beach solidify into people. The merriment of all the tribes gathered into one place ignoring rivalries and skirmishes and war, it was unnatural. It was downright impossible. Someone here had to be seething about the proximity of their rivals. Julius seethed for them all.

He rose out of the water, propelling himself toward the beach. As his tentacles made contact with the sand and the water receded he muttered a spell to change his tentacles to more human appendages. He strode onto the beach looking like a grey-blue ken doll but with so much less muscle mass. Skin stretched across his bones, which seemed unnaturally lengthened.

His face scanned the festivities, waiting for the commotion, feeling the stares and the whispers that had begun as he came ashore. He felt the left side of his face lift, his mouth curling into an open mouth grin, showing where his tongue flickered at a spot where a tooth was missing, it was a habit he couldn't shake. His skin stretched across his high cheekbones, and his eyes bulged out of sunken sockets, darting across the area he could see.

Conjuring a small crown behind his back, he donned it, taking a deep breath, "Iss. Everyone. Enjoying. Themssselvesss?" Each word sounded like it's own deep sentence, like his pointed tongue wrapped itself around each syllable before it left his mouth, his lisp failing to contain the 's' sounds.

He waited to see if any would be brave enough to answer him.

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Description

high cheekbones, thin grey-blue skin, sunken cheeks, deep but bulging eyes, missing teeth/with prosthetics. Bald. No legs, lives alone in an ice cave/grotto in the ice caverns.

Uses magic to occasionally turn his tentacles into legs for land trips.

Penguin minions/henchmen/friends

Skeletal torso, pretty emaciated. Long bony arms and fingers.

Gravelly voice with a lisp.

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Character Profile

Pokemon and National Dex number: #592 Frillish (male)

Moves (up to 4): Hex, Constrict (bred in), Scald (TM), Ominous Wind  

Name: Julius Tsar

Gender: Male

Age: 30

Tribe: Water/Tangata

Short description of personality: Companionship obsessed loner with a dark heart. He loves the concept of love but doesn’t know what it means.  He assumes everyone is out to trick him or hurt what is left of his heart and acts preemptively to avoid it. He uses magic to provide for people who seek him out but only if he can get something in return, whether it’s something he wants or just something he can take from the person requesting help.