[moonflowe]

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[13nth]

ㅤleon carries himself amicably, although roxas will admit that even with his borrowed memories from sora, he can't help shying away from the ice cream bar at first. fingers twitch mid-air, then withdraw back to roxas' own space. although he leaves his palm open, not quite withdrawing from the interaction itself—yet.

ㅤ"and you're offering to be my master, why..?"ㅤthe answer feels obvious: his dual blades having been a unique phenomenon, as he's heard from the other masters like aqua and terra. the offer feels... tempting to take up, although the attempted joke at fire magic is one roxas receives with an incredulous frown.ㅤ"i mean, i've done well enough on my own. 'm sorry for your scar, but like you said, i've got two keyblades with me. that's enough for me." right..?ㅤ

[moonflowe]

"doing well, is not the same as being good, tell me roxas.." The older male smiles a little at the heistancy, as he places the still wrapped ice cream bar near the former nobody. "why is it you continue to hold the keyblades, for yourself? for those in your heart? That's something having a master can help with finding that very reason. Besides, it's not fair to leave all the training to aqua and yen sid." there was a warm laugh as he thought about how tired the old wizard must be by now with more than two students.

"tell you what take some time to think on my offer there's a struggle qualifier happening soon, you win i won't bug you anymore; and i'll give you a set of keychains for your keyblades, I win well you let me teach you, let's say for a month? and if you like it we can go till I feel you're ready for your mark of mastery..free room and board is included too."

[osovereign-a-deactivated2024062]

kratos takes her hand in earnest, a small smile graces his features. he listens to her reasoning but from the several millennia he’d spent amongst the people of derris-kharlan he knew of no god of death amongst the citizens. however, kratos knew better than any that a lot could change amongst a world and its people within a hundred years or so—so imagine the changes that would occur in a population since two-thousand years had gone by. it made wheels start spinning in his head at just what had become of his second most impactful pinnacle of atonement.

❛ young milla, what if you cannot find what you seek amongst these texts. where shall your search of knowledge lead you then? ❜ as his words finish he releases her hand and walks towards the first in the beginning arc of aselia, the true original creation of the world and the events that would lead into what was dubbed arc two: the thousand year great kharlan war.

kratos was curious about this goddess as well, he had an icking that the people of derris-kharlan had kept their believe in the false goddess martel ( especially with her becoming the vessel and spiritual successor to the great seed ): and that the sacrilegious atrocities committed by cruxis had survived far beyond its intended purpose and had forged into its own religion, with its own series of tales and divine written gospel.

❛ long-lived i am. ❜ this ruin was made to hold the true history long lost, but kratos had constructed it for another purpose: it was meant to be his grave. ❛ this place is the undisputed gospel truth of the world, from beginning to now. the written record spans aeons ago and my existence, a mere ten-thousand or so. ❜ he pauses watching for any signs of hesitation from her before continuing. ❛ i’ll begin if you have no regrets at what you learn of or discover—i once was a cruel and unrelenting man. ❜

[moonflowe]

"whatever the truth i will accept it, human, elven, kharlani or spirit i've learned that it's malleable, after all the mana canon being fired during dhaos' time should've made summoning and artes in general unstable and yet." Milla conjured up a simple flame, the fire dancing within her hand it was small yet burning as bright as the great lord of fire efreet. "i do not reject the idea that you were once cruel; but the man who stands before me has a kind heart this much i can tell." she found a rather comfortable spot to sit down, as she prepared to listen, even going as far as to tie up her hair so she could write out any notes, or prepare any questions she had for him

[moonflowe]

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[13nth]

ㅤㅤㅤradiant garden is a comforting change of scenery. there are no flashes of conflicting memories in his head with sora's memories entirely unfamiliar with the area nor, for obvious reasons, there had been reason to set on missions here in his time with the organization xiii. he wanders too far from the rest of the group until he finally does encounter something—someone—that sparks a name he doesn't know.

ㅤㅤㅤ" leon. " a momentary slip of sora—and roxas shakes the intrusion of his other's memory off as quickly as he can. curious eyes scrutinize the man once he refocuses, gaze narrowed but more confused than out of suspicion. " sorry? master of masters? " this time, the title slips out of his memory. must be someone great if he's... a master. of masters. ( it didn't really sound that impressive! )

[moonflowe]

Leon chuckled, yeah the master of master really wasn't that impressive from his own memory the man was ecclectic, and vibrant yet shrouded in darkness, in all honesty he kinda made leon think of sora. There was a sigh as he handed the younger male a stick of salt ice cream. "scrooge told me it might've been your favorite..old duck maybe clueless but he's smart when it counts."

"do you want a proper master, you wield the keyblades like you're following where they guide you, and while that is a useful way of fighting, it doesn't always work out." he pointed at his scar. "got this from a heartless during my own training, plus i can teach you some pretty hot fire magic."

[osovereign-a-deactivated2024062]

❛ you are alright but i could not help but overhear—you wish to know the truth of this world, child? ❜ what was an archive to a man who had both lived and seen it all? what was a dewey decimal system of written history when kratos could recite with the truest accuracy which had been lost in humanity’s limited time in the transcribed myth, fable, and legend known by all amongst aselia. to know of one’s history was a means to keep it from repeating. whom better to do so than he, an unholy angelic remnant of an age long past ( a living breathing relic / an immortal king who’d seen kingdoms raise and fall ): an existence far more long-lived than some of the stars in the sky.

surrounding him was well kept ruin where uneroding stone tablets written in the ancient tongue of old-aselian long before its world had been spilt into two and then remerged again as one. it had taken him several millennia to accomplish it all. each tablet was massive in size, several stories high: it begun with the tale of the journey of the kharlan heros, the blessing of life and hope upon the people of derris-kharlan, and ended with the uniting of the kingdoms of sylvarant and tethe’alla on the new world of aselia. his lifetime masterwork and one of the most impactful pinnacles of his aeon aged atonement. 

❛ it is a rather lengthy epic, not one for the weak of character nor heart. ❜ russet-copper met rose-colored eyes and while kratos could not read her expression, he sensed great magicks and otherworldliness in her aura. ❛ learn it all you wish, i only ask of why you seek such knowledge? a trivial request to a grandiose answer. ❜

[moonflowe]

A click of her tongue as she prepared to answer his question, was it truly wise to answer him she pondered for a moment before nodding. "I'm someone whose interested in learning tales of the past from eye witness accounts, you can call me milla for now." his own mana felt similar to her own she hadn't met another kharlani, at least she assumed that's what he was for all she knew. "nonetheless i wish to learn of the kharlani god of death dhaos, I've seen paintings of him and read the second hand accounts; if I'm to assume right, from my own appearance. I could very well be his child, but nothing i've read mentioned a child simply that he was seen as a villain and that he had an adoration for the goddess."

She held out a hand to greet his, her expression unchanged it was one filled with curiosity and yet on edge, even if the swordsman carried himself with a quiet calm; there was an unseen menace that she didn't quite trust for now.

[moonflowe]

@osovereign

Milla found herself in yet another new place, she was trying to retrace her own "father’s" footsteps, the demon king dhaos as it were or at least as she heard it, the being known as maxwell wanted to know more about who he was, and what happened..but that was over close to six thousand years ago. mana was just barely starting to come back and given her predecessor of the lord of spirits let it happen she didn't exactly find that maxwell to be worth her time even learning about.

"now, where would one go to learn more..the archives i've found from that past have all been second hand fables." she fiddled with a coin a kindly man gave her, looking at the visages of the goddess of life and the god of death. her 'parents.' "and on top of that if derris kharlan saw him as a villain, why would he be revered as a god..it makes, little sense to me."

Milla simply trudged on finding what looked to be ruins well kept ones at that, maybe this was the best place to learn about dhaos, though she couldn't exactly read them she shrugged a little walking away from the ruins, maybe she could hire a translator as she got close to the exit she bumped into a man with striking red hair. "oh my i am truly sorry, i guess i got lost in my own thoughts, apologies."

[moonflowe]

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It wasn’t uncommon for nobara to be the last straggler when it came to leaving the school, she was practicing her cursed nail technique hitting the training dummies as much as she could. “C’mon.” At this rate she was gonna fall behind at least a little.

Once more, she picked up the nails hitting thin as hard as she could two thunks straight onto the dummy she freaked out as she saw a nail almost hit her own teacher. “Ah gojo-sensei!”

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@13nth

Leon got a message from his dad, it'd been a few years almost a decade, but that was due to a lack of keyblade users, aside from himself. he'd heard about the strange kid with checkered colored clothes and two keyblades. Sounded like someone sora mentioned a few times probably, that kid talked so quickly it was oft hard to keep track. he stepped onto the arena ground, the sound of metal echoed throughout what once was a bustling meeting ground was quiet.

And there he was, golden brown hair eyes like a storm. "So you got two of them huh?" this introduction felt, familiar for him almost like when he first met sora. "Y'know, not many get that power hell even the master of masters didn't even luck out on that lottery."

[moonflowe]

O’shepherd your sins follow you through life, to lock them away is just insanity so you created the one known as calamity;  the crow who will hunt you to your grave, and the daemon to devour your soul. 

Moonflowe an independent, priv. highly selective and largely icconless multi. muse By luna EST. MAR. 2024!

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[moonflowe]

@maskednins

Sihln was, is still new to konoha, the bustling sound of the streets; the noise of the birds and trees. Everything was a bit daunting and then he saw those with the pure red eyes, uchiha. something about them were daunting like as if one looked poorly at them he'd be at death's door, but it was also inviting at the same time no one was looking for him, kekkai genkai holders were safe. Eventually he found a quiet spot, at the memorial memorial stone, except he wasn't alone. That boy with the sullen look and bright hair was there.

Welp no time like the present, he took in a quiet breath before making himself known, knowing how anyone who participated in the war would be himself included he tried to introduce himself in the least hostile way he could. "hello there my name's Sihln I-I was trying to find a quiet spot to read a book i recently bought it's quite loud in town, and the gate guards keep yelling at me s-so."