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â Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. â
This blog is now an archive, attempting to revive oz over on THIS BLOG
I HAVE decided to move Oz to a different blog, I will put up a link and archive this one when its done
Iâm considering archiving this blog and maybe starting oz over on a new blog. Iâll let you guys know
Looks like I only really get the courage to come on when most people arenât on heh---
anyways, Iâm sorry for not being on here anymore. I really am. I love this muse to death, and the people I have rped with are awesome and I love you guys too. There have just been a few things (that Iâd rather not mention) that have driven me away from most of my accounts.
I donât know if Iâll come back to this account. Iâm barely holding up a new one or two because of real life - I recently had a friend pass away and Iâve been working this part time job every day of the week (which is not normal) for the last two-three weeks. Itâs really getting to me.
If youâd like to request to follow my new accounts or get some form of contact info from me youâre welcome to inbox me. iâll be back every now and then like I am now just to lurk and see whoâs around
Sorry I havenât been on - dealing with irl shit. Will try again on sunday
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âWhat the fuckâŚâ Minerva gasped quietly as the smoke about her cleared. Certainly wasnât an LSD trip â she had learned the difference by then. What was going on, where was she? New York was weird, but it certainly wasnât this weird.
Looking up the long road she stood upon, Minerva waved her arms above her head; attempting to gain the attention of a figure off in the distance. âExcuse me! Could you tell me where the hell I am?â
Walking outside of the city was something that happened often for him. Simply because sometimes he needed a breather. He needed to step out and see the city from a new angle.
Though, he hadnât expected to see someone off in the distance. Sure people came to the city all the time, but normally not alone and not shouting such a stupid question--Â âYouâre outside the Emerald City.â He answered as he came within not-shouting distance of her. He didnât normally raise his voice if he could help it.
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Jessica runs her fingers through her hair, pushing it back out of her face. Itâs a cool day but her face is warm with embarrassment. She hardly knows him after all, her only real connection with him being the time sheâd spent treating him after his release from Zelenaâs spell. But she still feels responsible for him. At least to a degree. Sheâs warned him time and again that he should be resting for a little longer, that he shouldnât push himself so soon. Each attempt to convince him to spend more time on recovery, however, was met with push back. He was insistent on leaving, recovering his hidden heart. So she had decided to stop pushing him to stay. Instead, she focused her persistence on getting him to take her along. It hasnât been easy, but she thinks sheâs wearing down on him. Has he begun to notice that sheâs only doing this because she cares about his well being? Or is he still skeptical of her intentions? âYou know you shouldnât be doing this alone.â She scolds him, trying to seem more firm in her words than she feels. Emma had told her to let him go alone if thatâs what he wanted, but how could she do that with a clear conscious? Jessica has to be stern, be tenacious in what sheâs trying to do, âI know you donât want to hear it, but you havenât recovered yet. Not fully. You could seriously hurt yourself.â She crosses her arms, trying not to feel so self-conscious and perpetually defeated by his refusals to let her help, âIf youâre leaving, Iâm coming with you. Having someone with some medical knowledge would be ideal. You know, in case something happens. I just want to be sure youâre okay.â She swallows hard. Thereâs not much else she can say that she hasnât already and sheâs sure that now is her last chance to convince him. Her only other option would be to try to follow him despite him having turned her down. And that wouldnât be easy. His stride is longer than hers and, when it gets dark, she would lose him completely. One last time, she makes a small plead to help, âPlease.â
His life had been a living hell while under Zelenaâs curse, he was willing to admit to that much. And ever since it was broken he....he wasnât to sure what to do with himself. He had no more orders to follow, no more people to kill, he was just expected to rest and take it easy.
Yeah, right. Like that was ever going to happen.
At the very least, he needed to get up and move. He still had to find his heart. That was enough of a reason for him to move around and try to forget about what he had been through the last few years. But why, oh why, was this nurse so convinced that he should stay put? She had been bothering him for ages, and he wasnât to sure if he was grateful or annoyed. That curse seems to have completely affected parts of his personality, he was annoyed much easier than normal.
He pulls on a dark green trench coat he had managed to find as the woman continues to speak. She made some good points, but that doesnât mean he wants her to tag along.Â
Then again, hadnât he put a spell on the jar so he couldnât open it? Heâd need someone else there to open that at least. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. He looks horrible, he knows without looking into a mirror. Heâs barely slept over the course of staying in the hospital, and he barely got any sleep every day he was under that stupid curse.
âFine,â the wizard finally said, stopping in his steps and turning towards her. âYou can come, but after I find what Iâm looking for - you leave me alone for good, got it?â
He blinks as someone speaks nearby. His korean is honestly still a little shaky, but he knows what the other is staying. âCute.â He said, agreeing and giving a small nod.Â
Oz then kneels down, petting the top of the kittenâs head.
The voice threw him off-guard. He was extremely sure that the voice did not come from his twinâ even a normal person would notice that the speaker didnât know Korean very well. Haneul nearly turned to where he assumed the voice was coming from before a stranger came over and started petting the kitten.
He started to speak to the stranger in English, still feeling embarrassed for the assumption. âAh, Iâm sorry. I thought you were my brother.â The hand without the cigarette scratched the back of his neck, his nervous habit.
He continues to pet at the animal as the stranger speaks up again. This time in a language he had more of a grasp on. That was nice, at least. âItâs fine.â The wizard hummed, watching the cat walk closer to the stranger, so he turns to face him for the first time since hearing him speak.Â
âIs he yours?â
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The immortal just watched the other handle the guards with calm and very strong authority and all she could think was that he was the head boss around here and the fact that he was protecting her or even siding with her was quite surprising â she would think that he would be acting like the guards, panicking over the fact that there was someone that was not suppose to be there running around the place.
She watched as the guards eventually were told to return back to their post before the male had turned towards her and introduced himself. Aurelia shook her head, ââŚAh⌠It is quite alrightâŚâ she told him after regaining her breath and voice, ââŚIt is understandable. I am someone not from here, it would send a warning signal to anyoneâŚâ she commented simply before bowing her head, â⌠Aurelia Carter and I currently reside in Seoul, KoreaâŚâ she introduced herself, âWizard of Oz?â she questioned slightly, brows furrowing at the slightly strange name, ââŚWhere am I exactlyâŚ?â
âSeoul...Iâve been there.â Heâs been switching between cities such as that and the Land of Oz for quite some time. Personally, heâd rather just stay here in this castle than go back to that strange other world. But sometimes he didnât have a choice.
âYouâre in the Land of Oz, the Emerald City to be exact.â He said, motioning her to follow him and he started to walk down the hall towards his study. âI can take you back to that city, if you wish. I have a way to travel there quite easily.â But getting out of the view of the giant windows would be a good idea. He didnât need to many people seeing this kind of magic.
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âWellââ He couldnât deny it. He even had a pillow stuffed somewhere behind his desk in case he got to tired to move to his room. There was a tray or two in the corner near the door where some cooks had brought him food. Both plates were completely clean - Oz having eaten everything in sight. It was no secret that he had a large appetite.Â
When the book hits the Tinmanâs head, he almost cringes at sound that is echoing afterwards. With that done he motions his hand down and all the books move downwards, out of the air and gathering in different stacks across the room.Â
âI have a lot of work to check up on - thatâs all.âÂ
Nick Chopper couldnât read. It was a long held opinion of his that there were better things to be done with his time. Even when said time was practically infinite. After all, he only had a heart; no brain. What was the point in trying? And, after so long, when he had even stopped counting his birthdays, the Tin man had seen to it that he could get along just fine without.Â
It was presence, he maintained, not practicality, which saw one through.
Ozâs methods of ruling were a mystery at best, a downright oddity at worst. Did Ozma spend so much time on paperwork? Did Glinda? Locasta? Nick certainly couldnât run the West in such a way. He left that kind of time wasting to Scarecrow.
With deliberate slowness, Nick turned back to slot the book away, confident that his own silent disapproval could say what he hadnât. The look was damaged somewhat by the jaunty angle at which Ozâs book had knocked the Tin manâs hat. He hadnât noticed.
âYou,â he said, âWill fall asleep during the dignitary meeting again.â
âI---â He couldnât deny it would happen. It wouldnât be the first time, nor the last, something like that would happen. It caused him to bury his head in his arms for a moment ontop of the desk. Talk about embarrassing, getting caught like this then scolded.
He pulls himself up after the embarrassment somewhat subsides and stands up. âI actually got some sleep last night, actually.â He said, looking at the papers and books scattered around the room. Really, alot of it wasnât the paperwork he had been complaining about. Some of it was yes, but everything else were simply something to pass the time. Books on magic and history -- things he is expected to know, but he doesnât.
It wasnât his fault, really. His succession of the role of the Wizard of Oz was rushed thanks to his father getting to injured to continue. He hadnât had the proper time to learn everything - the best time to learn it was behind closed doors when others expected him to be working.Â
â.....there isnât one of those meetings soon, is there?âÂ
Because he could probably use some more sleep.
VIXX Gifset: Embarrassed Leo (Requested by Anonymous)
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might be lurking but I donât know if drafts will be done