The Last Line of Defense

indie rp blog for Battleborn oc Magda sideblog to yourchaoswitch

[magdavirtute]

What would you do if Ekkunar was restored?

"Someone has to watch over the Arcanum, I would have to leave and return to Ekkunar... Wouldn't I?"

[magdavirtute]

reynavaleria:

“Good’s a start. We’ll work up to ‘great’ eventually.” Reyna held out her hand for the spear-wielder to take, and helped her down from the dais she’d been spinning on.

“And you’re welcome.” She tucked her arm under her own, and headed out of the store. She knew what it was like to feel lost, knew that it was confusing to find a starting point to work with and didn’t want to see the girl go through that on her own. Maybe it wasn’t the Eldrid way, not how Boldur and Thorn would have liked to help her, but they hadn’t been the ones to rescue her from that LLC ship.

“After all that spinning, you must be hungry. How you feel about pierogi? They’re like… dumplings filled with mashed potato and cheese.”

They hadn’t been the ones to go through the headaches of getting her out there, both metaphorically and literally.

“And a big milkshake to go along with it.”

This motherly role… she’d never thought herself suitable for it, yet here she was, taking care of someone who was not her own. Was the universe trying to tell her something?

“Just don’t be surprised if a lot of people start staring at you in that dress.”

It was hard not to notice the stares. Empathic abilities aside, she could feel eyes moving over the two of them as they walked. "Pierogi? That sounds delicious! I feel like I've been eating the same food my entire life. Maybe my first mission away from the Arcanum will be to try as much food as I can." She laughed at the idea. "I mean, saving Solus is first priority, but I can't do that on an empty stomach."

She would have to go back eventually, though, wouldn't she? And sooner rather than later, before anything bad happened to the Arcanum. If she waited too long, her life's training would be for nothing, and then who would she be? Just Magda: small and unimportant at the end of the world. Surely the Elders would be able to hold things down while she worked on a way back.

"One of my Elders trades with some of the merchants around here, I think. She used to bring back different snacks and give them to me when Pailen wasn't looking. He had a fit when he found out, I was never sure if he was angrier with me or Keda...”

[schlemicl]

He could sense her distraught the second her expression darkened. His own rose with concern but Out didn’t dare ask. Slowly his arms crossed, shielding himself from the chill, looking out across the litter of trees from the path they walked along. It may be cold but the view was still beautiful. Lowering his gaze he found a sense of guilt to bloom in his chest. It wasn’t his fault, he knew that, but having the Varelsi blood in him made Out wonder if there was any way he could’ve stopped his adopted species from destroying the things people loved. Though it wasn’t his responsibility to clean up after the Varelsi. He wasn’t fully part of their species… he knew they wouldn’t listen no matter what. Out didn’t even know how to speak their language, if they had one… “I’m sorry that all of Ekkunar couldn’t be saved.” His voice was low as he sideglanced Magda. “I wasn’t there but I heard the Battleborn fought as hard as they could.”

[magdavirtute]

She had often tried to imagine what the Arcanum looked like now, but never had she thought it would look so sad, or that the sight of it would bother her as much as it did. She swallowed back a lump in her throat. “I came here as a child. I was chosen to inherit the role of Defender of the Arcanum... My life was dedicated to training so that I could protect Ekkunar when the time came, and now...” She shivered visibly, but not from the cold. “It feels so empty... What have I done?” 

[magdavirtute]

Impressions

[oblivcscence]

As the greeting disappeared so did the tail, falling from her wrist to graze the floor once more. He missed it dearly and there was nothing that would change that. Even then the word missed was a big understatement. “Yeah, I wish I can go back. Hopefully, when the scientist figure out how to fix darkening or it comes back on its own.” He had hope that there was a sliver of a chance he might be able to see it. Maybe it’d look the same as it did the day he left or not. It could resemble the opposite of what it was… a desert filled with nothing but death. Damon could feel sadness take him finding the imagery in mind disturbing. ( Ancestors, don’t let it look like that. ) “Well, you’re not wrong. I learn from experience too… so being that you can’t actually go on the planet, is there anything specific you wanted to know?”

[magdavirtute]

Anything specific? Was ‘everything’ specific enough? She thought not, and instead cocked her mouth to the side in thought. The Arcanum had virtually nothing on them, except for the passing recollections from visitors who had managed to catch a glimpse. “The people.” She nodded decisively. “What were they like? And your social system, what determined class, what customs did you practice? Anything that comes to mind, really.”

[reynavaleria]

🍺 (Magda or Bea?)

@magdavirtute

“Has anyone…has anyone ever told you you’re real really pretty? Like… you got those pretty lips and that hair. If someone doesn’t snatch you up soon, I’m gonna take you.”

[magdavirtute]

The remark came out of nowhere. Reflexively, Magda's hand rose to her mouth, grazing her bottom lip. She gave Reyna's glass a sniff, crinkling her nose at the smell. "Reyna... Are you drunk? You're starting to say things I don't think you mean. Besides, I'm almost a foot taller than you, you'd have to snatch me down." She flashed a smile, hoping to reaffirm her joke.

[magdavirtute]

"Here, take this and run with me. I'll explain later!" [ ahaha, I hope you don't mind! ]

“Uh–” She didn’t have time to question it, she didn’t even stop long enough to really look at whatever he’d shoved into her hands. The urgency was palpable, quite literally for Magda, and she wasn’t of the mind to question it; his panicked rushing became her panicked rushing as soon as she felt it. “Where are we going?” She called out, following quickly behind him.

[schlemicl]

Out nodded knowing her answer before she spoke, the body language Magda gave off was too evident to miss. Dark eyes gazed down to the HOLO reading his last message sent before turning off the screen and stuffing it into his pocket once more. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t interested as well but a job was a job and he needed to return it as soon as possible. They were safe at least, if the Goldens’ hadn’t found them yet then they wouldn’t find them at all. A gentle sigh spilled passed his lips as he made his way over to the end table, plugging in his HOLO to charge. It had been a long day for him. After tracking down the messenger, discussing and then planning his mission it took nearly all day for him to get it done but with determination and a little hiccup, he did it.

Out began to take off his tailcoat, going over to hang it before stripping the bulletproof vest as well as the scarf he wore. Now exposed in a sleeveless turtleneck, a pair of dog tags dangled from his neck on a gold chain. “Talk to it?” He voiced his confusion, head snapping up from looking at the said UPR tags to gaze at her. “How…” the spy fades off finding her word choice very peculiar. “You mean study it right?” Though it seems she was completely serious when she said talk. It was weird. “Yeah, I have my HOLO if you want to borrow it, or the hotel has some paper you could write it down on.” He retreats from the bed and over to the desk, opening a drawer and pulling out a notepad with a pen. “How do you plan on doing that?” Out wasn’t used to the high tech of the Eldrid and didn’t know much about the magic they used. However, that didn’t stop him from having a curious mind and the opportunity to gather information. “Is it possible?”

[magdavirtute]

She smothered a laugh at his correction. "Studying. Not exactly. I'm not exactly going to talk to it either, it probably doesn't have a verbal language... maybe commune is a better word? Influence is a two way street, you just have to know how to reach the other person. Or the other object, in this case." She found a chair and settled the crown in her lap, tracing the shapes spiring up from the base. "I don't know how strong it is, but as long as I'm stronger there's a chance I can change it even if it doesn't want to listen. It's complicated, but I've trained for a long time to be able to reach out to other minds with my own. It's mostly empathic and telepathic, like a conduit for feelings and thoughts. I've only met one other inanimate object with such presence, though: my spear, Eruditsiya."

She set the crown aside long enough to fetch the paper and pen and return to her seat. He was still a stranger, cooperative as he was, and there was no sure or easy way to get any data back from his device. "I'm afraid it's not very interesting to watch when the other half of the conversation is a hat. I can't guarantee any change in it, right know it feels stubborn, but I think it's possible with enough time. How long do you think we have?"

[magdavirtute]

[ refill ] (for bluedeneb; maybe they're having a nice "Eldrid" lunch together)

@bluedeneb

It was nice to be away from all of the distractions of the world for once, returning to a kind of simplicity Magda never thought she would miss; it was nice, quiet, and peaceful, and made even better by sharing it with someone she knew would appreciate it much the same. Lifting her cup to her lips to take a drink, she realized too late that it was empty, and had to resort to setting it back down awkardly, still in want of a drink. There was only a moment between her eyes locking into the pitcher and the impulse that told her hand to reach for it, but in that moment Deneb beat her to it. 

Surprised, she let her hand fall back into her lap and watched her glass slowly fill. “Oh- thank you, you didn’t have to…”

[magdavirtute]

bluedeneb:

“Oh, no, you misunderstood. I dreaded leaving, but something had to be done to ensure the star keeps burning. I haven’t smiled like this since I left home. … I tried to make them understand, but they probably still feel like I’ve abandoned them.” Another bite paired with more bread stifled the rest of her thoughts, not wanting to think on such sad things in the midst of their new experiences. “What about desserts? We have nothing other than fruit, and even then, our skills are not very good at making them as attractive as the humans can.” A distraction from the current topic seemed necessary to keep the mood up.

That made much more sense; it didn’t matter what race they were, the Eldrid were loyal to the people and the land they belonged to. No doubt the Varelsi threat had driven the Eldrid farther from home than any of them ever thought they would. They would always have a place to go back to, though, if Solus didn’t get swallowed up.

Magda hummed thoughtfully, thinking back on her food knowledge. “The Arcanum has a surprisingly extensive collection of food recipes, I think I can remember some of the desserts. There are some that are lighter, a little sweet, they might work well after something as powerful in flavor as this dish.” She took another bite, gradually adjusting to the heat that came with each mouthful. “If I can wrangle the ingredients together I think I can make something. Do you like tea?”

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“You must go on adventures to find out where you really belong.”

— Sue Fitzmaurice

[rp-meme-slut]

Upset my muse! Say something to hit a nerve! Insult their loved ones!! Nothing’s off limits!!

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

Cute Valentine’s Day Starters

Feel free to make any changes !

General

“Good morning~ I love you.”

“Give me a kiss. No wait…two kisses. No, three ki-”

“You’re the best boyfriend/girlfriend/partner/etc. ever.”

“They were out of roses, so I got you tulips. Because I love your two lips.”

“It’s not the typical Valentine’s Day present, but I hope you like it.”

“Uh..w-will you be my Valentine?”

“I didn’t know what to get you, so I brought chocolate, flowers, AND a huge stuffed animal.”

“I know I say this a lot, but…I love you.”

“*greeting with a kiss* Hi.”

“Roses are red, violets are blue…You will always be my boo.”

“I’m in love with you and I love it.”

“I love the presents you got me, but nothing compares to your hugs.”

Date Night

“I can’t believe you made this reservation months ago…”

“Aw! You didn’t have to get me chocolate/flowers/a giant teddy.”

“I’d be perfectly happy walking around and holding hands.”

“Oh no, it’s raining/snowing! Here, take my jacket.”

“I don’t mind being stuck in traffic with you.” / “I made us a playlist.”

“You look…amazing.” / “That suit/dress/etc. was made for you.”

“Today was perfect.”

“Are those chocolate-covered strawberries?”

“Dance with me.”

“Wow, there are candles and everything…”

Staying In

“I don’t care about the romantic stuff. Let’s just watch movies and cuddle.”

“Sorry I’m sick on Valentine’s Day…”

“Come here, and bring the blanket with you.”

“We can bake cookies! And put heart sprinkles on them.”

“I can’t believe we’re snowed in..”

“When the chocolate goes on sale tomorrow, we can clear out the store.”

“Seeing you look so cute in your pajamas reminds me of why I fell in love with you.”

“Are bubble baths romantic?”

“I set up the blanket fort. The password to get in is three words.”

[yourchaoswitch]

pendles-is-friendles:

vagabondrps:

Send ❂ for a like headcanon.

Send ✄ for a favorite movie of my muse’s.

Send ✚ for one of my muse’s prized possessions.

Send ✿ for a happy memory.

Send ♡ for a friendship headcanon.

Send ♬ for a childhood headcanon.

Send ☼ for a dream headcanon.

Send ♧ for a cooking headcanon.

Send ❧ for a food headcanon.

Send ★ for a talent headcanon.

Send ❀ for a crush my muse has had.

Send △ for a sex headcanon.

Send ➷ for a sports headcanon.

Send ♤ for a ‘dislike’ headcanon.

Send ♆ for something my muse hates.

Send ⊗ for a phobia headcanon.

Send ☾ for a sleep headcanon.

Send ✜ for a fear headcanon.

Send ☠ for a death headcanon.

Send ◊ for a headcanon of the mun’s choice.

[etherealsanctuary-blog]

[pagewoman]

And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul

John Muir (via pagewoman)

[declinate]

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[schlemicl]

@magdavirtute || Continued from x

Seeing the young lady shiver in the cool air of Ekkunar made him feel entitled to give his coat to her. After all, that’s what a gentleman would do and he did so politely. Pale fingers unclasped the golden diamonds from the top and bottom, taking it off and handing it over to Magda. Once the coat slipped off, a sleeveless turtleneck revealed, above it was a bulletproof vest and hanging from his neck was the usual grey scarf that normally puffed from the tailcoat. His lips lifted to her question already feeling the nip of cool air grab onto scar-littered arms as he merely shook his head. Out’s excuse followed. “I’m used to the cold, living on Bliss makes you tolerant after four years.”

[magdavirtute]

“I suppose it does,” she mused, unsure if she should still accept the gesture. It felt like she’d been away from Ekkunar for ages, how could she have forgotten the chill under the canopy of trees? Everything seemed in such a sad state, it made her worried to see the Arcanum. What if--

Try as she might, her expressions were always easy to read. Guilt buried its head in the pit of her stomach, gnawing at the thoughts of what could have been. “Oh Ekkunar... I should have been here when the Varelsi came.”

[magdavirtute]

She’d seen the advertisements, heard Reyna talking about El Dragon’s matches, but never had Magda ever thought she might meet him. He was famous... and he was huge. Even as tall as she was, her willowy frame paled in comparison to him. It was hard to ignore the obvious signs of the LLC, though; he was a man manufactured to be stronger, like everything else in the Consortium it felt cruel and unnatural. Everything was so scientific, but not for the sake of understanding, everything was for the taking in the LLC. The sight of him left her speechless, amazed, and grasping at straws when he met her curious stare. She blinked once. Twice. A third time before any signal made the connection between her brain and her mouth.

“Oh. Ah... umm...” All those years of studying and reading and she had yet to say any actual words. “Hi.” How eloquent.

@el-dragoooooooooon

[magdavirtute]

"Here, take this and run with me. I'll explain later!" [ ahaha, I hope you don't mind! ]

“Uh–” She didn’t have time to question it, she didn’t even stop long enough to really look at whatever he’d shoved into her hands. The urgency was palpable, quite literally for Magda, and she wasn’t of the mind to question it; his panicked rushing became her panicked rushing as soon as she felt it. “Where are we going?” She called out, following quickly behind him.

[magdavirtute]

“I would like to spend time with it, yes,” she answered, perhaps too quickly. If his theory was right, if it was the LLC who made it, then what else were they capable of? She’d thought the only people capable of crafting such items were the Ekkuni dwarves, and before them the Aztanti. She studied it closely, pulling it closer to her face and running her fingers over the intricate cuttings. “Any amount of time would be helpful, I’d like to speak with it.” Did that sound weird? Probably, but she’d thought long and hard about the best way to describe the interactions to other people. Without experiencing it firsthand, calling it a conversation was the closest she could get.

“Do you have anything that I could record my findings on? Anything I learn needs to be brought to the Arcanum as soon as I can get back.” Finally tearing her gaze away from the crown, she looked up at him again. “If I can reach it, I might be able to change it’s influence. Or at least I’d like to try.” It was two birds with one stone: she would gain knowledge and stop the thing from harming anyone else in the process. Assuming she was successful, anyway.