*Black Mage

SEMPER ARDENS.

[morkalmarrh]

despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage.

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 ”Hm - no. I-I-I’m sure it will be… to my t-tastes,” Ominas says, with surprising cordiality. There is little of the Black that will not interest him, even passingly. Meeting the Arcanist Victoria was illuminating, given that her powers and his stem from the same source. They differ so greatly, and yet… 

 There are so few acolytes of the Black in this world. All seem to be dead, preserved like pressed flowers in Tomes for generations to breathe in. With her permission Ominas heads off, making his way down the hill of Caldisla towards the main gates.

 ”There are s-sss-some beasts alo-along the way,” he says, without much concern. “I t-trust they will present no p-p- - problems for you.”

[anyxtrine-blog]

"Oh…then I hope you are right." She sighs a little, still nervous as to how to explain Black Magic made specifically for Dravanians. Who knows, she may learn an interesting trade secret or two from this mage! It does excite her quite a bit knowing that she will have the chance to finally learn more of the art itself.

Following the mage down the hill, she takes note o f the scenery. This land was so unfamiliar to her. Yet it still had the same sort of beauty that Eorzea held. She seemed almost lost in what was everyday for these people.

"Beasts?" She looked at him with surprised. So this land was also plagued by odd monsters here and there. She laughed. "Of course not! I don’t know how many monsters I’ve had to fend off in my travels…it wouldn’t just me a normal day for me."

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 He watches her crane her neck about at the fields and clouds and butterflies as if she were an unruly child. Has the girl never seen a hill before? She must be from some truly secluded enclave not to know of the suburbs of Caldisla... That or she is simple, but that seems unlikely given her zest for explaining concepts foreign even to him.

 "Hm. I th-thought ssso much when I ss-saw you, adventurers have - a look, I c-c-can't explain," Ominas replies as they make their way along the stony path towards the lake. Can't, and won't. Even if he dug the words up, they'd be damaged on the way past his throat, as always. C-c-cutting his words and thoughts apart as surely as shattering ice.

It's quite a hike, truth be told, enough to take them into the night. Then the beasts will be there to contend with the dewy, hazardous footing, but at least - at least - there will be light for them. That is one of the Anima's blessings, after all, ironically enough. Could Holly conjure a lamp that glows with holy light, or is that gift his alone? That is a question...

  "Yourr - r- left," he says, and clears his throat when the words catch. A small pack of goblins. They eye the pair with pig-eyed glee but fail to approach. They may slide past the nuisance yet.

[silver-shield-heinkel]

[Pardon my absence recently, moving house.]

[opiax]

I need a AA crossover cause this

[plushmayhem]

We all know how this would end….

[murderingcrow-blog]

"Mmm-my bad."

[murderingcrow-blog]

your muses and art are really awesome

[Whoah, I dunno when you sent this but I haven’t been on here for a couple of days. That’s really kind of you to say anon, and I’ve been having a good day but you just made it even better! Thank you so much.]

[murderingcrow-blog]

[Thought he'd make a cute Burmecian. Probably specifically from Burmecia, not Cleyra.]

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 Ominas shakes his head at her insistence. What could she give him, anyway? Accepting help from others is a sure route to becoming tangled up with them, and extricating oneself from the ties of honour is a difficult task indeed. Contrary to popular belief, Crowe is a man of his word, a man to repay debts - though often they are debts of vengeance rather than coin.

 ”J-j-just tell me more of your t-k  - take on it, girl,” he says dismissively. Her cheerful threat towards him actually makes him chuckle. Black Mages are inevitably more powerful than they appear, that is true. “I am c-c-certain I would. Fine. It’s n-no sec-cret where the Eschalot is moored. If you are f-free I could escort you th-there post-haste.”

[anyxtrine-blog]

Now she was nervous about sharing that sort of information. She had friends who asked her numerous times to show her how to make things explode in a fury of flame. How to make fire spells very strong. She couldn’t do any of that. Hells, what she learned was so different from the standard use of Black Magic from Eorzea it might even seem boring.

"U…Uh, sure. I don’t mind sharing. Just understand that it might not really be to your liking." She sighed. This could be interesting. She gave a small nod to the mage to follow after him.

Just remember to explain all your master did, she thought. Inner workings of the elements that are tied with your own aether and all that jazz. 

…How can one explain that her own Black Magic was suited specifically to her race.

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 "Hm - no. I-I-I'm sure it will be... to my t-tastes," Ominas says, with surprising cordiality. There is little of the Black that will not interest him, even passingly. Meeting the Arcanist Victoria was illuminating, given that her powers and his stem from the same source. They differ so greatly, and yet... 

 There are so few acolytes of the Black in this world. All seem to be dead, preserved like pressed flowers in Tomes for generations to breathe in. With her permission Ominas heads off, making his way down the hill of Caldisla towards the main gates.

 "There are s-sss-some beasts alo-along the way," he says, without much concern. "I t-trust they will present no p-p- - problems for you."

[murderingcrow-blog]

[The irony of naming this blog 'murderingcrow' for the pun when my interpretation of the character is probably less murderous than most...]

[poolsofchrome]

Decipher the omen

I’m finally on Twitter—so here’s an ominous lunch break bird (har har).

Follow me at https://twitter.com/csmgllz if you like cryptic remarks and half-baked one-sentence stories.

[murderingcrow-blog]

[#misandry

She looks about 14, how do I make women look older without looking butch? It is a mystery.]

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philosophy & values ask meme

♞ : Does your muse have a strict honor code?

♧ : Is fate something your muse believes in?

✍ : Have your muse say what their motto in life is (or if they don't have one, have them think about it).

⚁ : Does your muse agree that "fortune favors the brave"?

✞ : Is your muse religious? Which religion do they follow, if any?

☁ : Neitzche said that "hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man". How does your muse feel about that?

⚖ : Does your muse believe in reincarnation? An afterlife?

✌ : Is your muse a pacifist? To what degree?

♛ : If your muse were a ruler, how would they use their power?

❤ : Plato said that “love is a serious mental disease”. What does your muse think of that?

☞ : Would your muse call out someone who does something bad on a busy street?

♫ : Lots of philosophers talk about the significance of music. What does music mean to your muse?

♡ : Would your muse sacrifice themself or their time/money to help someone else in need? Or would they mind their own business?

✿ : Does your muse feel a strong connection to any of the seasons? Why?

✧ : What does your muse think the meaning of life is?

[murderingcrow-blog]

 Dare he? Without word from the Grand Marshall he isn’t certain what will become of him should he roast this brat and spit her on her own katana, like he has so wanted to do since her intrusion upon their ranks. Still, with that toad-sticker pointed at him and that look in her eye, he cannot stand down - not just will not, cannot. The fire’s anima is wildest of them all and She pulls fiercely at the leash of his will. Her teeth are eager to bite anything - wood, cloth, flesh, She is indiscriminate.

 With effort Ominas throttles the flames. That he would defy Her so in the name of this runt of a girl with an oversized knife chafes him, but the risk of being taken from the Sky Knights is too great. 

 ”This is what you g-get from a girl raised by negligent p-p-parents! To c-c-call you blind would insult the ss-sightless, brat,” he hisses. “You’ve not eve- e- even a score years behind you! Lehr has a heart - - of gold, but you care only f-for what you see. Deaf, b-blind, I know ch-ch-children more apt than you. The better y-you left! Venemous little… sss-ssnake.”

 Funny how he sounds like just such a snake, hissing the insult when his tongue fails him. And there - he’s run out of words. Stuttering to a halt, he can only clench his fists in impotent anger. The words he thinks! That he could only say them! But then she would not listen to Heinkel, nor to Barras, nor to Holly, so why would he be any different? Black, white? Those are magics, not morals! 

[anyxtrine-blog]

Hearing them go back and forth to one another was a terrible headache. She stood back behind them watching as they threw insult to each other. She sighed heavily through her nose and folded her arms. The more this went on, the more Iieha wondered if she should even say a word or two with them.

Before she even had the chance to speak, she could see the mage throwing stuttering insult after another to Edea. She rubbed her temple and mumbled.

"Twelve help me."

She took a deep breath and blew into her hands. With both hands she brought them back and pointed them out to the bickering mage and child. 

…She would freeze their feet to the ground.

"Enough is enough! I barely know either of you and this fighting is ridiculous! What gain will you get from such petty insults? By the Twelve, it’s more so embarrassing! I meet a mage who may possibly further my training in an art I am proficient with and Edea, this is a terrible first impression to make upon me!"

Iieha threw her hands in the air and turned her back around, mumbling.

[skytraitor]

Edea couldn’t believe what Iieha had done. Holding Ominas as a teacher of sorts…and more importantly, a poor first impression?! Did she even know who she was acquainting herself with?! Ominas Crowe, the masochist black mage of the Eternian Forces! How was he even talking to her? He hates women! The blonde shook her head to stop herself from soaking in her anger. She turned her neck sharply to face Iieha, knowing full well that her feet had been frozen to the ground.

“Forget first impressions; the man you’re acquainting yourself with enjoys the demise of his own followers and people! That kind of behavior I abhor! And I’m sure you believe the same!”

She was the bad one here? This was Crowe they were talking about! She had witnessed his ferocity first hand. He was not one to have mercy on people. Even less on traitors.

“Would you want to end up the same? Burnt black by betraying flames, lying there to die like those who’ve rebelled? Think clearly, Iieha!”

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 Ominas yelps at the sudden surge of cold freezing him to the floor. Idiot girl, does she think this will hold a Black Mage such as him? No matter - he has no intention, despite what Iieha might insist, of harming the magus girl. And it seems that with her here acting as paladin to this fool of a subordinate, he would have to go through her. She has too much potential for that.

 So he sighs and draws warmth from the Black. It takes time overcoming supernatural ice that retrains its chill by arcane resistance, and so while he focuses he speaks more calmly, almost with a resigned air,

 "You ss-said it yourself. Rebels, all - y-you included. You would c-c-condemn me for re-retaliation when you would c-cast the first... sss-stone? I d-d-do my duty and take no pl-pleasure in what my flames do to ano-another, it is -" 

 Ominas cuts off to make a distasteful gesture, snappish and sharp-angled with annoyance. Burned black skin and the smell of charred hair is one of the more unpleasant things the world has to offer. That's why it makes such a good threat after all. Others' suffering is not a salve for his own.

 "I do n-n-not enjoy it. Save your ster... stereotypes," he mutters. 

[schemilix]

The tiniest wizard there ever was.

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 ”I-i-it’s just a book or two, girl,” Ominas mutters. “There’s no k-kindness between those the Black has ch - k… chosen.”

 The things he’ll do for the black sister… Ominas pauses to fold his arms a thing a moment with one eye closed. Damn her enthusiasm, does she think he’s doing it for her?

 ”I am uns-unsure how I might g — ive them to you. I trust you w-w-would not follow sss-someone like me to where I keep them,” he confesses. The majority of them are stacked in a corner in his chambers in Central Command, but the key tomes - and those he still has yet to memorise - are aboard the Eschalot, in his cabin. Getting there is easy enough from Caldisla’s main district but, well…

 Ominas wouldn’t follow Ominas, and he’s not a five foot nothing slip of a female, Black Mage or not. He knows he looks untrustworthy with his restless hands and gaunt cheekbones, and there’s little he could do about it even if he cared to. Better threatening than laughable anyway.

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"I…I suppose there isn’t, but even the mutual sharing of the art surely is a sort of kindness between the black? To give and share knowledge I would think deserves something in return." She laughed nervously.

Well, who’s to say she hasn’t followed a good number of sketchy people around. One of Iieha’s biggest faults is being far too trusting to strangers. God knows why the Alchemist Guilds uses her for some of their more questionable deliveries within the business. No one would suspect a thing with her. “Well..I may or may not. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done something like that.” She shrugged.

"I wouldn’t share where you have them of course! That is a secret I’d keep!" She nodded. "Besides, if something were to happen you would be welcomed with quite a surprise in how I protect myself." She beamed happily.

Of course said surprise would be freezing everything in her path.

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 Ominas shakes his head at her insistence. What could she give him, anyway? Accepting help from others is a sure route to becoming tangled up with them, and extricating oneself from the ties of honour is a difficult task indeed. Contrary to popular belief, Crowe is a man of his word, a man to repay debts - though often they are debts of vengeance rather than coin.

 "J-j-just tell me more of your t-k  - take on it, girl," he says dismissively. Her cheerful threat towards him actually makes him chuckle. Black Mages are inevitably more powerful than they appear, that is true. "I am c-c-certain I would. Fine. It's n-no sec-cret where the Eschalot is moored. If you are f-free I could escort you th-there post-haste."

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✰ and ☠

✰: A reaction image I will probably never use 

I tend to draw them on demand for the situation at hand, actually, I prefer not to use others’ art, with a few small exceptions.

☠

Ominas is not sociopathic. 

[thegoodkidsx-deactivated2015020]

meet the muse;

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  LEGAL NAME: Ominas Crowe. (Middle name Ezekiel.)

ALIAS[ES]: Black Mage, 'No, don't burn that!', Firebug to some.

DATE OF BIRTH: November 2nd. (Scorpio.)

GENDER | SPECIES: Male / Human

PLACE OF BIRTH: Eternia (Eastmoor).

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Stuck on an airship.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, probably fragments of some others. Writes far better than he speaks.

EDUCATION: Home-schooled, lacks training.

OCCUPATION: Resident fire hazard.

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Usually not (one might guess why)/Yes (if available i.e. modern AUs)/Wouldn't put it past him.

LIKE[S]: Fire, Bahamut, books, animals, nature in general. If he's stressed and awol, look for him in a field.

DISLIKE[S]: Women, blonde women, loud people, being touched, unclean things or people, having his things moved, people cutting him off or mocking his stutter.

FEAR[S]: Ominas' nerves make him permanently fearful and edgy, but ultimately he no longer fears anything but death - more specifically, he cannot shrug off the concept of an afterlife he does not wish to see.

PERSONALITY TRAITS: Nervous, arbitrary, intelligent, highly-strung, frustrated, loyal (yes), alternates between submissive and overly aggressive, surly, fragile, prone to histrionics.

DISORDERS: Ominas' headspace is generally a mess. Most of his various issues stem from a combination of paranoid schizophrenia and major depression, though that may be a chicken and egg scenario. Other than what he puts himself through, he's physically in good health though.

{ P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N }

HAIRCOLOR: Ain't no painting it poetically, it is just plain old dusty brown.

EYE COLOR: Pale grey-green.

HEIGHT: Five ten or so, but he has awful posture and appears shorter.

TATTOOS:  None (Left-hand Path symbols and so forth, if modern AU.)

PIERCINGS: None.

{ F A M I L Y   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SIBLING[S]: None, raised partially with his cousin Misereri.

PARENT[S]: Sinistra and Dexter, status not known to Ominas, who left over ten years ago.

CHILDREN: None. (Solomon in some contexts.)

PET[S]: Bahamut.

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SEXUAL PREFERENCE:  Asexual (almost aromantic).

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Lone wolf.

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