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(( I could say the same!! and yes totally I'd love to!! ububu I'm so glad I can finally get back into the swing of things. The magi cast grew so much while I was gone i'm so excited !! ))
⌠guidance
Looking down at the ipod and smiles softly. âItâs an Ipod. It plays music and itâs portal.â Holding out the ipod to the blue hair boy, smiling softly. âYou can look at it if you wish too. Oh my I ask for your name?â
Asako felt silly not asking what the otherâs name is, hoping the other will be an good friend to her. âI guess I should introduce myself. Iâm Asako Natsume.â
The magi glanced at the device before blinking back at the woman. "Ah, it plays music? So, it's an instrument?" Cautiously, he takes the ipod and looks it over curiously, trying to figure out how to use it. Only a few seconds pass by until he's completely confused, but it doesn't discourage him much.
As she introduces herself, a smile returns to his features. "Nice to meet you Asako, I'm Aladdin!"
"I've got an instrument too, see?" he motions towards his flute before returning the ipod back to her. "We should play together!"
onelonerussianwolf replied to your post: âIâm a bit worried about the people living in the...
âWeâre all screwed.â
"Don't give up already!"
"Do you need any help?"
âWith our powers limited, making a barrier is out of the question.â
âAnd our apartments are too small to provide protection for all them. Maybe our captorsâll be merciful enough to open a shelter, but itâs hard to know for sure.â
"The ordinary citizens are also concerned for the storm, right?"
"It's possible they'll be willing to extend a hand as well!"
"I'm a bit worried about the people living in the box towns..."
ephemeral .
White walls trapped a trembling magician stunned into silence. Panic shrouded the mind so intensely that the scientistâs recorded presentation through the futuristic screen barely registered. Titus instead found himself distracted by the blood-stained jacket the surgeon wore, eyes instantly widening with alarm.
To think he had been kidnapped into another universe entirely was enough for denial to emerge, yet there was a part of him that felt inclined to believe it. For one, it would provide a suitable reason for the multiple disappearances that had been plaguing the world he came from; the vanishings of several magi, nobility, and others that caused an incredible uproar in every empire. And secondly, it would explain why the city he had been shoved into was so technologically more advanced than anything heâd ever seen or heard of.
Ivory hues stared blankly at foreign vehicles before they became overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people who passed him without so much as a second glance. Even if he had been correct about the location of his missing allies, finding them was another problem entirely. He did not even have a means of contacting Lady Scheherazade, as the stones that had served as a means of communication had shattered long agoâ back when he had been called the traitor of the Reim Empire.
âJust what am I supposed to do?â
Unable to shake the stress that came with isolation, the magician attempted to find comfort in his abilities. Fencing foil held tightly in his grip, he tried to manipulate the gravity beneath him in order to float through the city to conduct an effective search. Unfortunately, his efforts were to no avail. Unresponsive rukh converted anxiety into pure dread, his emotions escalating beyond self restraint.
âWh- what..?! Why!?â
âWhat the hell!? Whatâs going on!?â
Rukh responded erratically as they fluttered, hesitating from time to time as if at a loss as to which way they should travel. Aladdin noticed this peculiar behavior immediately, realizing that he had only seen this kind of rukh surrounding two individuals. Since the amount of rukh was lesser than that of Lady Scheherazade, the magi could only assume that they belonged to the friend he had made back at the Academy--
"--Titus!"
The youth increased his speed as he jogged to the feminine clone, his baby blue hues spotting the panic in the other's. Knowing the difficulty Titus had with controlling his emotions, the magi decided to act instantly, moving himself to stand in front of his friend as he attempted to reassure him with both his presence and his words.
"Titus! Please, try to calm down."
Following some moments, the atmosphere gradually cooled down. Aladdin sighed a bit quietly under his breath, momentarily trying to decide what to do. Smiling slightly, his tone was gentle as usual. "I can't believe you've arrived too... I wonder if Sphintus was taken as well?"Â
As if the last of the magician trio would suddenly appear out of nowhere, the magi spared some seconds to look around cautiously. "...Maybe we should look for him..." he mused to himself before coming to a realization.
"...You can ask me anything you want about the city while we walk! And we'll get a better bearing of the place." Unfortunately, neither of them retained their gravity magic ability, so breezing through the city was short of impossible. At the very least, taking a walk would calm both their heads. Considering they had both been taken a little after the war in the magician's country, it was greatly needed.Â
"Is that okay with you?"
Citta Open/Intro
Irritating.
This whole situation was so terribly irritating that he lacked the words to describe it.
âSocial experimentâ? What kind of scientists took part in such a thing that involved taking people away from home to throw them into a strange place like this? This⊠This was ridiculous! But, most of all⊠It was confusing. Why had they even chosen him out of all people? No matter how much he thought about it, it made absolutely no sense to the prince, and he found himself spinning in circles, so to speak. Not only that, but this place was full of things he didnât know, which only added to his confusion.
And if Hakuryuu was completely honest, he felt somewhat helpless. Even though he wouldnât openly admit it just like that.
He had decided to take a walk through one of the parks in sector six, in an desperate attempt to clear his head and make sense of all this. Even though this failed, since everytime he looked around, more questions started to flood his mind, which only lead to the boy getting more and more frustrated.
This stupid wooden pole he had gotten instead of his spear wasnât making it better, either.
Hakuryuu stopped walking, looking at the wooden âweaponâ in his hand. Why had he even taken it along with him? This stupid thing⊠How was he supposed to fight with such a thing? It was nothing more than a stick, so seen⊠Useless. In Hakuryuuâs eyes, anyway. Without his spear, he couldnât use Zaganâs powers. And without that, he wasâŠ
He was just as useless as this wooden pole. And just that thought alone was enough to make his frustration grow to incredibly high levels.
âTchââ It was an rash reaction that lead to the male hitting the nearest tree as hard as he could with his âweaponâ. But, even though the impact did leave a few small cracks on the pole- It didnât break. Ah⊠So it worked. At least⊠At least he could still use his Magoi Manipulation. It wasnât much, but better than nothing.
It took him a while, but the prince eventually calmed down somewhat, taking the pole away as the golden glow that had appeared around it from him using his ability vanished. There were some cracks on the tree as well⊠Though it was minor, and nothing really serious. Then again, his pole was only wood as well, so it wasnât surprising that it hadnât done much damage.
Hakuryuu looked at his âweaponâ, a frustrated sigh escaping him. He didnât really cared if anyone had seen or was watching or whatever, he was way too busy with his own thoughts.
After a rather strenuous effort, Aladdin had managed to climb a peach tree and nab one of its riper fruits, contently biting into it as a job well done. Leaning against its trunk, he extended himself on one of its branches in order to both rest and enjoy the small, but pleasant view it offered. Sector oo6 was one of the most peaceful in his opinions, consisting mostly of open fields and cool breezes. The pollution of sector oo2 and busy streets could barely be acknowledged from here.
One hand hovered over his eyes in order to shade himself from the sun, getting a better look of the people around him. There were certainly a lot of them-- most of them taken from their worlds and timelines. Even the citizens who had been supposedly here all their lives generated some worry from the magi. With a powerful force lingering over the heads of everyone in the city along with powers being negated, there wasn't much hope shining in the hearts of the people.
But hope was not completely lost, and as long as the young magi remained in the city, it would never be. The scientists had an objective, that much was clear. Figuring out what their motives were, however, was another problem entirely.
Thankfully, there was time to spare. Aladdin had already run across several familiar faces-- friends and foes alike-- along with those of royalty and status. With so many important figures here, it would be difficult for things to be running smoothly in their world. It was safe to assume the priority of the empires in their world would change-- at least for a little while. It wasn't a comforting thought to think they might be left here abandoned, so the magi didn't dwell on it.
His train of thought is suddenly interrupted by the abrupt shaking of his tree, causing a short yelp to escape him. Although the tree remained intact, Aladdin had lost his balance completely and fell straight to the ground with a thud. The peach that had been in his hand rolled to the prince's feet, half-eaten.
Slowly but surely, he manages to lift himself up into a seated position, one hand holding his head until the world no longer spun in circles.
"O-ouch ...."
Just give him a minute, he'll snap back to reality.
can't we all get along?
â fate
His words brought another smile to her lips, a warmth spreading through her chest at how kind his tone was. Comforting, more than many she had encountered in this city over the close to two months she had resided here. An apology was what she least expected to hear, at that. There had been nothing one wrong by asking for such, even his reasons behind it being as innocent as one could imagine. With a chuckle, she shook her head in response.
â There is no need for apologies. Rather, I am glad that you had chosen me to partake in such. I shall take your word to heart that I did well. â
Reaching out her own hand, she took his gently in greeting. This boys name rang a bell in the far reaches of her mind, of a legend carved into the history of man. There was no chance he was one in the same for he was no Heroic Spirit, though she could not deny it made curiosities to surface. For now she would keep those to herself, simply glad for his company.
â It is a pleasure to meet you, Aladdin. I am known as Jehanne, â she introduced herself, her tone as tender as her grasp. â I have yet to see you in this city before this meet. It saddens me that they would bring such a lovely child to a city as this. â
The young magi had nearly forgotten the comfort that could be found through a mature female, his own experience with women only ever limited to brief encounters. It was possible that his own childish wish to be surrounded by the familial figures he'd never had was what led him to her in particular, rather than it being solely a result of destiny. Regardless, the oracle was glad. As naive as the idea was, her presence felt similar to that of a safe haven, gatherings of pure rukh lively even in the depths of the tragic city.
Aladdin's hand soon falls back to his side after they shake in greeting, locks of blue flowing idly from the tips of his braid as a gentle breeze passed through the sector.
"Mm... I'm trying to understand what they wish to accomplish with all of this." he mused, his gaze temporarily shifting to the side in thought. "They seem to have a great control over the people here, but it is only through fear and suppression.. some of the citizens here also feel a little strange to me. It might take a while before their motives become clear..."
Even after voicing a discouraging hypothesis, the magi reestablished eye contact with an optimistic smile. The topic is changed for but a moment as he inquired if he could remain talking with her for a bit longer.
"If it's not a bother, would you take a walk with me, Jehanne?"
â« compromise [closed]
This sensation... it was a little different from that of a magi, so much so, that  Aladdin would quickly realize that it could only belong to one unique individual: the Magi of Reim; Scheherazade, the one who was related so closely to Titus and held enormous influence over the citizens of her empire.
He recalled her fragile appearance as she stood on the battlefield but also her ability to render everyone frozen in respect with a single step. Even though the magi had stopped her assault on Magnostadt, she had listened to his reasons and even allowed for a ceasefire. Reasonable and considerate, Aladdin had hoped that they would be able to agree on bringing the war to a halt-- especially with rumor of the Kou Empire planning to invade-- but before such negotiations could be made, he had been brought to Hive City. Fortunately-- or perhaps, unfortunately-- it appeared she had been taken from their world as well. Given the circumstances, the magi thought it would be best for him to find her as soon as possible.
And, as fate would have it, Aladdin would have no trouble locating the petite female, white rukh glimmering faintly as if thankful that destiny was continuing to run its course. All signs of injury from the previous war had healed in the time he had spent here, allowing the child to stand confidently before her.Â
"Lady Scheherazade." The way his friend had consistently referred to her had rubbed off on him. "So, you're here, too...."
"If you don't mind..." he paused, bright blue eyes meeting with hers. "I'd like to speak with you."
⌠guidance
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.Â
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 oneâs 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.
âIt is quite cold to so blatantly ignore your teacher, brat!â
Aladdin had failed to glance in the direction of his mentor before a crowd had blocked his view entirely, the number of people on the train both succeeding him in number and in height. His stature proved to be insufficient both in grabbing a tall bar for balance and in being noticed by the surrounding commuters. Unable to find anything to hold on to, he luckily finds a seat available. However, even as he had tried to politely grab aforementioned seat, it appeared that his voice went unheard, and another had shamelessly taken the spot despite them being plainly aware of the boy's situation. A bit discouraged, Aladdin ultimately decided not to focus so much on his disappointment and instead direct his energy at finding another location to ride without disturbing anyone.
Suddenly, a magician's hat smacked the back of his head, grabbing the attention of the magi while simultaneously leaving him bewildered. Quickly picking it up, he dusted off any dirt that had gathered on it in the  few seconds it had touched the ground with the swipe of his hand. Upon closer look, he realized instantly that it was of familiar shape, size, and texture; most definitely an item from his world. More importantly, an indignant shout furthers his realization as his eyes spy a familiar figure seated only a few feet away. Instead of recoiling from her scolding, he rushed to meet up with her, convinced that destiny had once more played a hand in reuniting him with another he held dear.
"Miss Yamu!"
Abruptly, the train's sudden movement caused him to topple over on to the ground, his childish excitement distracting him from the matter at hand. Somehow, he needed to reach his teacher while the train was in motion. Lifting himself off the floor of the vehicle, the magi carefully maneuvered himself through the legs of various citizens, occasionally exclaiming an apology when he inadvertently bumped into them. Fortunately, the magician was not too far away from him to begin with and was able to be reached before Aladdin could cause any kind of significant distress to the commuters.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you!" The child gave no excuses, his apology genuine enough to suffice. "It's so nice to see you again!"
"This is great! There's so much I want to tell you!"
It had been nearly a year since the student was able to see his treasured teacher in person, his communication with anyone extremely limited even with the eye of rukh given to him. His discoveries of the darker side of Magnostadt were not exactly appropriate to discuss here, but there was more positive news that he wished to share-- particularly how he excelled and exceeded the expectations of the academy, making it to 1st Kodor in only six months. He wanted to share the new magic he learned, stories of the new friends he had made, and knowledge of spells he could now control with ease! There was a chance that his teacher may have even been able to help Titus!
The youth stretches his arms in hopes that she will forgive his earlier ignorance and accept his enthusiastic embrace, her hat still in his hands.
⌠guidance
Mu longed to take the idea of this âtrainâ back to Reim and allow transportation for the masses. Most traveled by horse and cart or palanquins if they were rich. Occasionally, heâd ride a good steed if he was meant to guard His Majesty on some fair, far journey. Mu would soon tire of the beast, and march with his legionnaires instead. But most did not share the captainâs vitality, complaining loudly how they, too, wished for a horse. The great machineâthe trainâseemed a perfect solution as he continued to daydream.Â
Sunlight seeped through the wide, glass windows. His was a warm spot, lulling him to an afternoonâs daze. His eyes fixated on the blurring scenery rather than the people who came on. Mu saw someone little inching forward to the empty seat beside them and asking kindly for it.Â
âBy all meansâŠâ The captain replied absentmindedly. A blur of long, braided blue hair tempted Mu to take a second glance. To his surprise, it was a face all too familiar. He snapped his finger and pointed at the youth, exclaiming loudly. âWell now, if it isnât Aladdin! Do you still remember me?â
He had not seen the little magi since the ceasefire between Reim and Magnostadt. A poor first impression, least to say. Yet Mu showed no signs of apology. He did as good soldiers are bid to act, merciless and unrelenting but never cruel. War was far removed from this city, though there were little battles to pick. In the train cart, the mothers with their children sat together at one end, and the elderly occupied another row of seats. Nothing amiss, nothing at all like the battleground beyond the barriers of the magiciansâ country.Â
âQuite the reunion.â Mu chuckled disarmingly and gave the little blue magi a hardy pat on those thin shoulders, âYou look well! No hard feelings, ay?â
Baby blue hues widened upon realizing just who it is he had calmly asked to sit beside before his head tilted a bit to the side in thought. The youth could not help but to tense slightly, recalling the stress the war had placed on him not too long ago. Even as the time of the other's djinn equip had nearly been exhausted, he had placed the rest of his power in attempting to single-handedly slice Magnostadt. The determination shown by the captain even as the magi had crushed the fighting spirit of his army was impossible to forget.
Yet no such aggression existed in him now, his tone lighthearted as he acknowledged the magician. It would appear that his previous devotion had not been for the war itself but for the people he had wished to encourage. But even so, fighting was not the only way to protect those who mattered; preventing an apocalypse would still remain Aladdin's top priority once he was able to return to their world.
"Y..yes." was his short response, concise and unprovoking. The change in circumstances might have changed the captain's attitude, he thought, momentarily puzzled. He was not ungrateful, however, vastly preferring to cooperate with him than to hold a grudge. Not to mention, Mor would certainly be upset if she learned that her close friend had not been able to get along with a fellow fanalis. A smile returned to his features as he nodded optimistically.Â
"Your name was... Mu, right?"
"I'm... really glad."Â He takes the seat beside the man before the train continued its route, feet dangling off the edges. "To see you looking so well is a great relief." The warrior's rukh had never once been corrupted, Aladdin noted, not even through the despairs of war. "Maybe together we can try to find a way back."
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âYou want it back? Itâs still there, brat.â He sneered, nudging the torn flowers.Â
"That's not it..."Â His voice trails off as the magi takes notice of the overwhelming amount of black rukh that surrounded the other individual, a quick question escaping him before he says his farewell.
"Could you tell me your name?"
If Alibaba, Hakuryuu, and Sinbad would suddenly be girls, who do you think would look the best? Who would have the best boobs?
âHmâŠâ Aladdin suddenly makes an extremely thoughtful expression, evidently taking the question very seriously.
âI think Alibaba would make the prettiest girl out of the three of them, but Sinbad would probably have the biggest chestâŠâ
âBut Hakuryuu already has really soft skin, so Iâm sure heâd make a really cute girl too!â
Gray-face. He had a run-in with several of those, but they just wouldnât stay dead. âOh, one of those assholes.â And then he dropped the crown, crushing it. âAlright.â
A pout forms as the crown is crushed, causing a protest to erupt from the young magi.
"I understand you might not like the crown..."
"But couldn't you just have returned it without destroying it?"
