[kyklon]

@inqerad

[citta-alveare-deactivated201811]

reapping yamuraiha from magi without prior reserve. my old url was cycloning. old stats can be found at /stats

Welcome Yamraiha, your housing is currently under apartment U-5.

All of your prior statistics remain.

Enjoy your stay!

— mod oo1

[kyklon]

underwater ☁ [open/intro]

[gladiatoris-deactivated20140625]

As he stood still as stone, another gust of cool air blew through, strong enough for his hair to whip wildly like tall grass. A gale, indeed. He blew his bangs out of his eyes and glanced at the blue magician. Her ivory robes were soaked, and the captain could very well see her shapely body beneath. Not that he needed this humorous chance to be an accidental voyeur. She bared her breast, covered in coral coloured shells. That was more than enough to see she was a woman grown. Mu averted his gaze, knowing the Sindrian’s ire only continued to fester the longer he stared. 

“The… gale?” He looked perplexed, knowing his domain was over life, not wind. Eyes locked strictly at her visage. Laughing, Mu waved away such silly accusations and shook his head. “Not in the least. Fortuna just frowns on you today, I’m afraid.” He wished he could offer her something to drape herself with, but armour and a tunic was all he wore. Both were unbecoming of ladies, and three, four sizes bigger than her. In the midst of his ideas of courtesy, he only heard her voice sharpen and her grimace grow. Any other time, the captain may have considered leaving her be, but—

“Now, now. Let’s get along, citizen!” He cooed, trying his damnedest not burst in laughter. “It’s not so terrible, the situation. Two’s better than one. It’s good to see someone from my world. That’s all.” She was certainly salvaging her dignity well enough, and he found her company intriguing. He took a gander at her identity too. Only one magician of importance resided in that refugee country. Unless she wore that silly, pointed hat for jest. “So… you’re the magician, Yamuraiha. Nice. Just as they say.” 

Mu studied her face, spying the dissatisfaction still sunk into her features. Not an easy woman, he thought and then went to introduce himself. His manners changed entirely in that single moment, no longer jaunty. His back straightened, making him a palm’s width taller than his lax posture before. The captain saluted regally, “Mu Alexius from the Reim Empire.” Then he slouched again and smiled pleasingly as before. He doubted his reputation went beyond the bounds of Reim, but asked anyway, just for curiosity’s sake. “Perhaps you’ve heard of me?” 

“Aren’t you coming out?” The captain minded her sour mood. He japed to unburden it, “I doubt you’re a mermaid. That’s a sad, little ocean you’ve got there.” He said nothing after. The wispy clouds gathered and hid the sun, cooling the air down. Not knowing what else to say, he crossed his arms and cleared his throat twice. Gazing at treetops, Mu thought himself too talkative and waited until she recomposed herself. Surely the blue magician would storm off, he wagered. 

[kyklon]

Her dignity seemed to drip away from her body just as the water did, sliding away from her core and pooling again at her feet. What a compromising position to be caught in, and by a man from her own world, no less! The Magician's knuckles twitched, a slight reaction, which she tried to disguise by wringing at the skirts of her robes, gathering them in great bunches over her thighs. The water dropped from the silks and fell to the basin with a small lapping effect, the sound of which was covered by the pulses of anger in Yamuraiha's ears and the tinkling of the fountain's flow overhead.

The heated woman let out a lengthy sigh, with an exhale great enough to shrug her shoulders, to draw her torso inward a great deal. She made no move to cover the curves and crevices laid bare by the accidental bathing, as doing so would be a moot point at this time. There was no saving her dignity, only the fact that as a woman of noble status, she must acknowledge the gentleman before her for keeping his wits about him, for averting his gaze and controlling his temperament instead of attacking like a ravenous dog in heat. 

Yamu exhaled again, her dripping hair shifting over her shoulders and flowing further into the supple crevice between her (surprisingly) unexposed breasts. The boiling sensation within her cooled, and after pressing her eyes closed and rubbing her temples with sodden fingers, her thoughts rationalized once more. She opened her eyes, this time giving a small nod in response to his words, still balling her fists into the fabric of her skirts.

"Indeed, your Goddess of Luck seems to have hidden her smile from all who have found their way to this land. It is quite, pardon the play upon words, the misfortune for those such as ourselves."

Although she had felt her dignity had melted away, she could still feign the feeling of the confidence that she usually carried, could still speak with the diplomacy that was expected of one of the Eight Generals of the King of the Seven Seas. It was an effort, one of which the force put into the gesture clearly showed, but Yamuraiha pushed aside her shame for the moment, and attempted to muster a friendly smile, to extend a hand in greeting.

"The bards have sung of your achievements just as it seems they have told tales of mine. It is an honor, My Lord, to meet you on a field that does not require us to do battle."

This time, as her own tiny hand was taken in his large palm, the smile was real, genuine, and for that small moment, warmed by the feeling of camaraderie and nostalgia for a shared homeland, Yamuraiha temporarily forgot her situation, and instead extended herself slightly into a curtsy, holding her sullied hat at her waist.

"--."

She did not remember the fact that her bare feet still touched the grimy marble floor of the fountain's basin until she was reminded. The magician's face and toes curled in disgust, and in the matter of a few moments, she had cast a spell of gravity magic to levitate above the water, manipulated it to draw the liquid from her gowns and let it orbit around her palm before raining back down into the fountain with an audible and wet plop. She nodded in thanks.

"It would seem my heart yearns moreso for the sea than I had first thought. What a sad little pond this is, indeed."

[kyklon]

Drabble: Relationships.

Relationships were something to Yamuraiha that was never quite stagnant. They were always growing, evolving, changing as interactions between people, new and old, created new opportunities for opinions to be formed and shared, for trust to build. Relationships were ties, they could be tensed, could be let loose gradually, could tighten and snap in a single moment. Relationships were as unpredictable as the sea to Yamuraiha.

No matter how much one could come to love or hate someone, the tides could change, could wash those feelings away with the force of a summer storm. The sea could anger, rifts could form and waters could dry up, relationships could become dry and parched and arid, just begging for someone to move on.

Yamuraiha was someone who strove for calm waters. When the tide called, when a storm brewed on the horizon, she was first to flee. She was loyal to those she needed to be, would weather the hurricane for her king, but would not stand the storm for menial connections.

They would be washed away by the tide come morning.

[kyklon]

yamuraiha, how was it teaching aladdin? did he teach YOU anything, in particular? doesn't have to be anything that has to do with magic.

I am not particularly fond of children. So I suppose I learned a new measure of patience in teaching the child. His innocence was refreshing, but not an entirely practical worldview. I found myself endeared by it, but also apprehensive, knowing that some encounter with The Organization would eventually shatter that innocence, no matter how cruel such a thought may be.

I have learned much about Solomon’s wisdom from the child as well. I would like to study it in full when he returns to Sindria.

[kyklon]

(whispers) day 04, baby

day o4 - a song that makes your character sad:

don’t fall asleep at the helm - sleeping with sirens

[kyklon]

Must I deal with such ruffians even in the absence of my lecherous King?

And here I thought I could finally let the tide carry me. Clearly I must still beware of leeches.

[kyklon]

kiss mu

“If he consents, I do not see why this would be such a hassle.”

[kyklon]

"Aren't you a beautiful woman. How do you do today?"

“You’re quite lascivious, much more so than my King. I am afraid to say that is never a good thing in these eyes.”

“Alas, you are no older than a child. Begone, I want nothing to do with you.”

[tendoyu-blog]

[kyklon]

Ask the character/mun: Ask the muse whatever you want for them to answer IC; or ask the mun a personal question to get to know better or to get an OOC answer [although we would like to keep these at a minimum]!

Truth/Dare: Be reasonable with the dares! If you start getting ridiculous no one will want to do them; characters aren’t really obligated to do all the dares they receive. Don’t forget about the truth part as well!

Headcanon: Anons send the character a word, or a name and you may write a small/long headcanon about said word!

Drabbles: Give the muse a prompt and they may write a short drabble on it.

[neonlitheart-deactivated2017080]

Character Music Meme!

Fifteen days, fifteen songs.

day 01 — your character’s current theme song.

day 02 — a song representing your character’s childhood. 

day 03 — a song for your character’s transition into adulthood. 

day 04 — a song that makes your character sad. 

day 05 — a song that makes your character happy. 

day 06 — the most played song on your character’s ipod. 

day 07 — a song your character dances in private to. 

day 08 — a song for a current storyline, plot, or struggle. 

day 09 — a song for past romances. 

day 10 — a song for an enemy. 

day 11 — a song for an ally. 

day 12 — a song for a lover or love interest. 

day 13 — a song for your character’s biggest regret.

day 14 — a song no one would expect your character to know. 

day 15 — an instrumental representing your character.

[kyklon]

since we can't post these over a period of fifteen days, send me a day number and I'll post a song!!

[kadrena]

Magi » Yamuraiha ✽

[komaedas]

[wishfuldesire-blog1]

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[lovedbyrukh-blog]

☼ guidance

Finding himself in a mechanical jungle unlike anything he has ever seen, the Magi was both overwhelmed and overcome by curiosity. Buildings that rivaled the size of dungeons were rigidly placed one after another, structured in the most unnatural of ways. Foreign carriages zoomed over concrete paths, a suffocating smoke filling the air. The sheer amount of people travelling between them was staggering.

This did not discourage him, however. Aladdin simply believed this universe to be one more thing he would need to learn about, to acquaint himself with the style of life here and perhaps help those people who referred to themselves as ‘scientists’. Although their intentions were still a mystery to him, he did not have enough knowledge concerning their characters to make a judgement. Not to mention the explaining of the situation that man on the strange screen had done had been mostly in vain for the inexperienced youth.

Weary as he was, he had no reason to panic. The rukh were undoubtedly guiding him, even if their presence in this city had become a bit more faint than he was used to. 

Seeking out the ‘housing’ the scientist had mentioned, the boy excitedly boarded the perplexing, elongated vehicle the citizens called a ‘train’ and quickly searched for a seat. By following what the others did routinely, he was sure he would arrive at the right place. A smile brightening his expression as discovered an open spot, he politely asked the person nearby for permission to take it.

“Hello! Do you mind if I sit here?”

[kyklon]

Just as the rukh were guiding her beloved student, the bird-shaped lights of life were forming streams and rivers stretching in a direction one water witch had never traveled before. She could feel the pull, the tension in the strings of fate that bound her to whatever was at the end of this trail. Yamuraiha embraced it, allowed her footsteps to follow the path of fate, moved, as if pushed and lulled along by the waves to a distant shore, giving herself freely to the tide of a great river of life. 

And the flow took her, washed over her like a bath of sunlight and honey, parted itself and snaked freely through the alleyways and avenues of the city, shining like a bright nebula, a milky way of a beacon that continued to lead the witch deeper and deeper into the sector. She weaved through the crowd, clutching her makeshift staff close to her core, held the brim of her hat with the other as the crowd of commuters and low-hanging awnings and overhead passings jostled both herself and the tipped accessory about. She was a tiny woman, with a large presence, but knew how to make herself smaller in the presence of others, to duck and weave, to draw into one's self when others pressed rather uncomfortably into her personal space and then some.

The rukh called again, a silent sound of fluttering wings, and drew her down a flight of stairs into the dank underground of the city, a world of moist air, artificial lighting, and mildewed laminate. She followed the throng of commuters, relishing somewhat in the newly opened breathing space, even if the air was no longer fresh and was twinged with the odor of perspiration and heat. She allowed herself to walk in a looser posture once more, unfurled from herself and continued on with her staff held at her side, her chin raised and her shoulders straight and proud.

She was jostled again, and her hat fell to the floor, was trampled by the commuters before she could fold herself at the knees and arch over to retrieve the garment from the ground. With a distasteful frown and a groan to accompany it, Yamu clutched the hat, shook it off once and continued to hold it in her hands as she navigated the maze of tunnels and escalators, following the signs to the train that would take her to the next sector. She passed through a ring of turnstyles, stood, now reflecting clearly and physically upon her dampened mood, waiting for the train, and filed in to take a seat as the doors were opened.

She settled in, watching the rukh flit about the steel tube, watched commuters spread themselves out in the seating or type away at computers and cell phones. She ran a hand through her hair, tucking bangs behind ears and straightening the locks that fell into the exposed skin between her breasts. She fiddled with the hat in her lap, hummed a Sindrian folk song under her breath and closed her eyes for a moment, let the stress of the day flow out of her on the breath of a long sigh.

That was, until her precious student stepped aboard the train. She could feel his rukh, bright and warm and familiar, light up the enclosed space as the doors closed behind him. He approached another, asked for permission to take the seat closest to them, and completely ignored the teacher that sat just a pivot away. She gave a dissatisfied frown and threw the hat at the boy, accompanied by an indignant shout.

"It is quite cold to so blatantly ignore your teacher, brat!"

[twobythree-deactivated20130615]

♓: i can live just FIN-E on the surface too but it’s the hair that’s always the issue

♓: bless neptune for that

♓: whale id )(ON-ESTLY ratha have clean waters if ya know what i mean but yeah i get what ya sayin

♓: I’m the Condesce btw nice to see anotha… land/sea dweller here i guess

[kyklon]

Well yes, I assumed you could breathe well enough without water running through your gills, or else you would have been flopping liked a speared tuna by now, would you not?

Yes, there are what could be considered substitutes for a true ocean here in this city, but the water is dilapidated and polluted. I would much rather be landlocked than overtly ridiculed in such a way.

It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Condesce. I am Yamuraiha.