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southeir:

@phantasial ( event starter! )

“Haaah!”

Flames escape from her fingers, dealing with the goblins at a distance. Those who dared come close met their end by her blade. Celica had two goals in mind: tend to the injured, and protect those who couldn’t fight. This mindset led her to set out on her own temporarily, promising Alm they’d meet-up later.

After running to the next nearest Construction Point, her eyes widen at the sight of a familiar form of magic from afar; but this seemed more destructive, almost as though the monsters were at the mage’s mercy. Arriving closer, she spots his rose-blonde hair, and her tired breaths come to a halt.

"No, it couldn’t be—-”

Her grip onto her sword loosens, her guard lowering for a brief moment as her gaze remained fixated on him. Her dear friend, who she felt only departed from them days ago, felt almost unrecognizable.

"Kliff?” She outs his name, a bittersweet tone to her voice. “Is that you?”

fingers dip into the pools of his vitality ( man’s creative spark, the cradle of civilization manifest in a ball of combustion ), wresting from its tendrils the basics of magicks. streams of vermillion flare around him and grow, engulfing surrounding goblins, letting them waste away to ash and charcoal; he chuckles, concealing laughter behind a curled hand.

❝oh, I definitely missed this.❞

power is an addiction Kliff takes to quickly, wasting little time in casting Fire once more and setting the streets ablaze in multicolored flame; he comprehends the objective as clear as daylight’s noontime hour ( rout the enemy: a familiar request for any experienced soldier, regardless of age ), conjuring ominous rings of light from the heavens themselves, smiting the unfortunate many who dare stand in his way. he comes across a Revenant and fear is the last thing on the boy’s mind when he happens upon the face of familiar ilk; rather, he welcomes it and burns every last bridge prior to arriving in this desolate landscape. ‘tis a sight likened to a boy at a sandbox, dangerously free to do as he pleases—giggling to himself whilst sporting an impish grin 'till a familiar voice reels him back to the unfortunate hand of reality.

he stops cold, body freezing despite arson billowing all around him. whether he feels concern for a familiar friend or for getting caught in his diablerie is anyone’s guess. ❝C-Celica?! what are you doing here?❞

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gywir:

* @phantasial

“ a wizard? they certainly open apprenticeships very young now, don’t they? ” — one look at his staff and he knows; well, he feels that he knows. the island has proved to be far more diverse in its characters than camelot or even chaldea, and the assumption is knowingly rushed though he can’t help himself. merlin had the same tools, and to call upon the FAMILIAR was the only choice he’s been offered at this point, so he pushes on as if he truly holds that same confidence in his mind as he does his voice. “ we’ve really been left with the bare minimum of what we’re accustomed to. ”

flattery at its finest, albeit certainly unintentional. a firm grip keeps itself steady around the wooden staff whilst certain sheepishness carries itself afore such a lofty title—humored by an idea as fanciful as wizardry ( perchance the likes of Halcyon, sans the wispy beards and such ). ❝I’m actually self-taught, but…❞ he starts evenly, a prideful tang laced by a cleared throat. its welcome remains brief, shameful as it is bearing admittance to his state of weakness. ❝not like I can actually prove it at the moment. don’t know how they did it, but they somehow managed to take away all my spells. I still remember them just fine, but for some reason…❞ fingers flourish to cast a flickering flame, all to no avail, disappointment following suit. ❝I just can’t use them.❞

#gywir #( V. VENTURE TO THE CITY OF SPIRALS. )#( GYWIR. 001. )#(( replies 20938402842394 years later ))

A boy has his spells back and he’s ready to destroy.

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hey kliff!! are you hungry? i have flour ^__^

he blinks, then turns away, acting as if he never once knew the other—carrying on as if unperturbed by the sudden appearance of familiar faces. ❝and people wonder why I left in the first place.❞

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haggard sigh washed in a place larger than the scope of expectations, a boy keels over with hands on his knees, gun held firmly in his hand while attempting to catch his breath. the concept starts off simple: shoot beacons scattered all across the city; the full scope of the mission, however, is a gross undertaking even for one who traversed the whole of a continent—prepared to globetrot the entire world—in his young-minded foolishness thinking it possible to scour the entire city as quickly as favor switches hands upon the battlefield. he makes himself upright, head turned skyward and then back to his companion, a weariness settling in. intellect had served him well thus far, but only so much can be accomplished when the rumbling of commotion all around them provokes urgency deep within.

❝we’re gonna get nowhere at this rate,❞ he complains, eyes trained upon a map of the city, the novice cartographer within focused on trying to chart out the best course of action for them to take. pause and then he flicks his head up. reluctance burns in the delay of his query ( lone wolf, solitary folk, never the breed to coexist happily among others ), stubbornness hushed to a whisper as he finally—finally—speaks. ❝hey... you wouldn’t happen to have a way to make this go quicker, would you?❞

@pelagaios || who let these kids loose

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❝well this really bites.❞

excitement of adrenaline meets its maker upon realizing how insignificant he feels when bereft ( robbed! years of practice vanished to dust! ) of thaumaturgy, fingers digging into the wood of his staff, attempting to wring it of its unfolded secrets in quieted desperation—halfway to splintering it in twain. ❝oh, sorry, did I say that out loud?❞

@lunarbraced // s.c.

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pelagaios:

Pause. Mulling over options before partial snorts of laughter slip free. ❝ Spy Kids. ❞ Memories of middle school nights watching Disney XD rise to the surface as, before them, the ruckus rose in a drowned out crescendo. A large population of voices chiming in. Quickly around people were falling into groups ( although, this didn’t quite appear like a race against time ) as beacons joined the mix. ❝ Unless you have a better idea… I think it fits. ❞

he fumbles, biting the inside of his cheek. ❝I mean... Team Jörmungandr sounds cool, but people would probably laugh more at that than Spy Kids.❞ ‘twas evident that they hailed from two severely disparate eras—worlds, even—so he questioned nothing and everything of his newfound teammate ( curiosity bids forth an insatiable glutton: to eat and devour all things knowable ), perchance finding after the event to ask the origins of the name. a slow nod. ❝Spy Kids it is then.❞

the weight of the strange object feels heavy in his hands—certainly not heavier than a sword or his many books, but he wagers it might prove an adequate bludgeoning device. consider him a skeptic, a healthy doubter, when he pulls the trigger, blue light rising from concrete; a pensive hum, its note muffled behind the barrel.

❝it can’t be this easy, can it?❞

#pelagaios #( V. VENTURE TO THE CITY OF SPIRALS. )#( ISOLA: OVERLAY. )#( ISOLA: OVERLAY PT 1. )#( ISOLA MINI. )#( PELAGAIOS 002. )

Do you think God stays in heaven because he, too, lives in fear of what he's created?

TEAM SPY KIDS FEAT.

Percy Jackson — @pelagaios Kliff Fire Emblem — @phantasial

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pelagaios:

@phantasial ╱ owo

Eyes move from the crowd around the pit to his companion, head cocked to the side in thought. The two were perched farther out ( people watching; listening ). It was by no means the first challenge the demigod had been handed — no, but these things always turned into something more… deadly. No matter. ❝ She said teams. You up for it ?? ❞ Lopsided grin ( sharp gaze ) as Percy bumped Killf’s shoulder with his own.

a show of fire from the precipice of the spectacle instills a twitch of one’s fingers, longing familiarity ignored by the voice of his companion, blinking. certainly, they seemed to hit it off well enough—loners to a degree, one simply more weathered than the other—yet it’s the suggestion that the two team up that startles him more than the emergence of a strange girl ( could one even call that a girl? ) ❝huh? yeah sure, I guess.❞ he nods along ( lips pressed, excitement under lock and key ), kicking himself off the ruined concrete wall. ❝we’re... supposed to think about team names, right?❞

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❝...do I really have to rely on other people for this.❞

#( commentary. )

mankind was born with the propensity to wander, and so man will embark: 20,000 leagues beyond where he once called home.

fingers curl, thoughtfulness kept to a low hum upon witnessing the barest makings of a horizon through an obfuscating fog that seemed to swallow the light. certes, they were given warnings—several—to never venture beyond what was within city limits, but curiosity made an imp out of this wanderlust-addled youth, daring to peer into dark corners where few chance looking ( risks were the spice of life, so he mused, diving headlong over the proverbial cliff and deep into tumultuous waters ). certainly, he was more than startled when a blink transported him to a hellscape of an area, but where most seemed to express concern and justifiable fear, Kliff felt only excitement. he drank the foreign scenery ( eyes wide and hungry ) as if it would be his first and last experience in such a strange, new land; he pinched himself once, several times, and wondered if he would stir upon the ship out of Valentia, but nothing; he gazed into the abyss of a hole drilled deep in the center of the city and could only laugh as he fought off a headache from staring into oblivion longer than he had any mind to; he remembered the ghostly man who seemed more a figment than a corporeal existence offering to drive him to his accommodations. and in those twenty-four hours of questioning the validity of what he witnessed, all Kliff could do was smirk. it was disbelief, amazement, and an inconsolable realization that none of his friends would know what actually happened to him.

a bite from the lonely beast. “to get better at magic,” he assured, never confessing that all he’s ever done was run from his problems.

a shake of his head and Kliff looked to the boy he had met, enforcing a most objective countenance when pondering the haze. part of him wanted to be a guinea pig, another had the sensibility to plant his feet deep into the ground.

❝so,❞ he started, ❝you try going through the haze yet?❞

‘twas a simple query, half-wondering how many individuals have already jumped headfirst into the hole—peered too deep into the dark—how many ventured into the haze caring little for what it might have entailed. if any were at all brave enough to venture through rather than simply believing word of God. but wonder and recklessness were always aspects of a kind. a careless step could throttle one mach speed into a pit of regret; Kliff liked to believe he threaded that line carefully and well, but he was out of his element this time ( magic couldn’t save him now ). fingers reached for the pamphlet given to everyone upon arriving at the city, waving it like a paper fan.

❝or do you believe everything that they’ve said in this pamphlet?❞

@pelagaios // who let this happen

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I haven’t made a starter call in actual months, but feel free to like this for a short starter! ( Isola only ). Cap will be at 4-5 depending on how my brain is feeling!! Additionally, feel free to send me an im or ask me for my Discord if you want to plot something out!

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Hey I’m Shinya!! He/They pronouns please and my twitter is @haneiyu! My interests are in mythology and nerding over my favs. Also, please don’t mind me dusting off my blog right now, I kinda ditched this blog for an entire year sdjfkdsjf so here’s a quick rundown on this angry pastel punk boy:

He’s 15 and probably a bastard child

Super talented mage descended from a line of sorcerers

Really hates living in a hick country town

Highkey antisocial and distrusting of other people ( oof )

Used to be a crybaby now he’ll verbally dismantle you piece by piece

Probably will not care about you unless you’re someone of interest

His big favorite thing is learning and travelling!!

Once you get him to trust you he’ll trust you for life so don’t ruin it >:0

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