sacerdos

———————M̘̖a͡͞ke m̘e in̘̖̘̖t̘̖o y̩̝͈o̘ur̘̖̘̖ sw̖͡͝o͡͝͏r͡͝͏d.

Limbs paralyzed as the Fanalis captain stood there, wordless. Mu should have wept with joy to see Reim’s first magi with colour in her cheeks again. He only remembered the golden light that showered that, the magoi she released to save the future from the dark spot. Was she smiling then? Now, Titus stood in her place. He would obey the whelp as he did his Lady. Even so, since his boyhood in the Coliseum, she was the light of Reim. Always. A strong arm raised to salute her, and knees bent mechanically to bow.

"Aye… it’s m̸e̘̖, my Lady,” said Mu as he rose. A refined smile plastered his fine features, but his rosette eyes gazed on, wild and crazed.He swiftly drew his gladius from his sheath and pointed the tip at the magi. His skull felt as if it were cracking—don’t do this!—and his body futilely resisted the wretched glitches. Cursed be the city to let a good man fall into wretchedness. Overcome by maddening desires to protect—protect who?—Mu marched closer with heavy steps that pulverized the concrete beneath his sandaled feet.

"This is how nobility dies, mea domina. Sword in hand!” He swung his gladius, letting loose a thunderous shock wave. It battered against Scheherazade’s borg, but only distorted the shape briefly. The shell returned to its perfect spherical form. Mu clicked his frustrated tongue but rosette optics caught sight of the tiniest crack reflecting under the streetlight. His dark grin widened. The decadent city left her weakened, he knew, and the love of the rukh was gone. The captain was stronger now.This time, he swore off his helplessness. And Mu would surely save her from tragedy of the fall. "Please, give me the honour. Let me be your ̵s͏w͡͝͏o̢̡r̶͟d͏.”

#oh no i cant write im sorry #arrives 30 more minutes late with tim hortons #gladiatoris #!ca event

Neither of the two were in their right mind, it seemed. Scheherazade saw nothing out of the 'ordinary' with Mu's demeanor, returning the smile with eyes just as crazed. She stepped closer to the Fanalis, stretching her arms wide, as if inviting him-- inviting him to do what? She stood there, waiting. Her eyes concentrated on the other's, the sword tip pointed at her barely given any mind.

"... heh."

"My swo̢̡r̶͟d͏.. you say?"

The sudden shockwave did not affect her. Not her mind, nor her body -- yet. Her smile grew ever wider, and quietly, slowly did she emit a low chuckle. She laughed, her voice growing higher and pitch, distorted and warped. Her borg was damaged, yes. She did not bother to thin it out or move it so that it would still serve as an effective barrier to guard her front; it would defend perhaps once or twice more before it shattered -- and yet she did not seem to care.

She called out to him, tone holding a clear challenge. Whether the haze returned her magic to her or not, it didn't matter. Right now, she could use it -- that was all. She raised her wooden staff high, and wind began to swirl around it -- slowly at first, then increasing in speed until it became a miniature tornado, with rocks of all sizes swirling within as it was picked up along the way.

"Ị̖͍̼̲͎̝̼ͧͭ͌̀̀̀f̤̬̊̇ͬ͂͐́ͮͯ ̹̊͐̾̃͋y̭̻̹ͪ͗̎̽o͉͉̫̜ͩͨ͐̎̈ͣ̈u̞̯͋̾ͩ̄ ̳̣̱͇ͤ̄̋ͤ̌ͯ͊ḍ̫̤͇͎̊̆ë̻͕̳͇̤͚̺̳́̽ͫ͂̽̚s̯͖̠̟͇̺̺̔ͮ̔̃̾ͤ͒͐i̜͍͙̱͈̇͛r̼͓̺ͬ̽e̳͚͆ ̩̫͚̈͊ͣ̐̋̋̈́̚ḥͨ͒̈̑ͤ͒̚o̗̟͍̞͈̰̪ͯ͑ͯͭn̼͙̗ͬͫ̾̊ͣǒ̭̣̭̤̥͕̹̳̈ͪ̽̃͐̓ͣu͚̞͖̪̪̰̺̣͊͆r̲͕͎̖̮̳̥̂͊͒,̲̟̻̻̺͊̒ͣ ͖̖̲̄͒̂t̘̲̫̥͋̓͂ͧ̊͆̓͑h̜̼͉̘̯̊̀̆̈́ͣe͈̱̤͖͍̱̮ͬ͛̓̄̐͆ͦñ̮̠̗̜̼̣̗̏̓ ̬̝̬͍̼͑͗͛̓ͩ̍ͅc̟̼̝̟̞̬͉͓͚̎ͤ̂̓o͈̘̺͕̺̗̥̯̘͗́m̼̥͚̼͈͇͈̺͒̇̑͌͆̾ͬe͇̹̟̳͊̋̆͊͆́̉̋!̟̻̺͔͔̮̻̱̐̈́ͣ͆̋̔̄"

"P̹̣͙̱̼̘͓̹̙̦̠̲̞̜͔̟ͦͯ͆̆͐r̯̲͇̝̝̭̫̭̜̗͊͐̿̋ͩ̂ͫͅó̺̠̖͚̣̗͉̗̣ͥ͂͋ͮ͒v̱̲͖̝̪̩͈̯͈͙̂̈́͋̽ͨ̔͌ḛ̬̟͍͔̘̑͋̌̃̍̒̈́͑ͮͣ͑ ̫̻̪̫̩̍ͮ̑͐̀͋͑̀ỷ̩͓̲͚̺̝̘̗̗͎͇͖͖͕͆ͦͦͥͭ͒o̝̹̯̝̬̰̲̬̺̓̆̆̄̆ͩ͐͂ͭ̆̐̏̂̌ͫͅū̠̻̪͍̫̳̞̞̰̻̲͓͈̱͂͛̓̽̈́͗ͧ̑͐̾ȑ̻̼̫̫̖̲̣̼̖̀̋͒̅̓̒ͫ ̹̱̗̼̳̗̦͖͙̙̫̠̮̥̖̱̫̥̾͂ͩ̽w̭̹̳̝͕̟͔͕̦͍̞͓͙̦̭̠̳̳̲̆ͧ͆̉̃͂̀̆ͮͩ̐ͯ͌ͩô̭̜̘̜̹͕͍̬̭̗̻̺̫̫̱ͨ̂̈́̍̿ͧͧ̍̑̓̄r͓̩̙͚͇͉̥̦̦̂̔ͧ̽ͤͧͧ̍̚t̙̗̻̹̜̹͔͙ͯ̌ͭ̂ĥ̲̼̩̤̬̲̦͈̻̞̳̼͓̻̰̅ͨ̀͋̇̋͌̐ͭͨͣ͑̓ͪ̃̚ ̙̳͈̻̫̖̮͖̣̝̖̲̊͐̉̍ͫ͊͊̏̀͂̀ͅt͙̠̣̗̰̺̦́̂̀ͧ̾͊͛ͧ̏ͪͬͥͫ͒ͧ̚ȍ͍̙͚̩͓̬̪̠̪͇̠̟̫̅ͫ̅ͭ̓͊͋ͥ͋ͅͅ ̗͔̼̺̠͔͎͇̰̗͙̙̪͖͙ͨ͑͂̐̏ͫ͗̍ͩ͐̓̌͒̅̈́̋ͥm̪͇͇̫̜̦̰̲̈́̿̇ͯ̐̄̓͆̉̓ͣͯͨ̍̂̚ͅẹ̯̬̩̲̳̻̯̹̭̥̱̼͉̬̲̹͉͆̽͐̌́̓̽̉̆̓̾ͣͨ͑ͧͅ!̲̜̙̫͎̹̦ͨͣ̏ͥͭ̇̍̊́̅ͪ͋ͫ͒"

With a swift, forward wave of her staff, the gusts, rocks and all, flew towards Mu at once. Though it may be too weak to make any fatal injuries, the least it could do was batter him, hinder him. She would continue doing this; continuously, endlessly. Her magoi never exhausted.

She was laughing. She laughed quietly, then loudly, then quietly again. Her voice cracked as she did though, as if it couldn't withstand the abnormal, out-of-place sounds it was trying to force out. And if you looked closer, although Scheherazade was smiling.. her cheeks were wet with tears.

--;mortem clamorem. {closed}

The great priestess had been asleep for a very, very long time.

She had a very long dream; perhaps not so much a dream, but a reality that happened somewhere else. However, she woke up different. She woke up with new memories, and never before had she been so surprised to open her eyes. She wasn’t greeted with the singing of birds and sunlight drifting through curtained windows, however.

She was on a field of grass, and a red haze covered her view like a thick veil. Sitting up abruptly, she recognizes the skyscrapers and buildings almost immediately, eyes widening. She didn’t get much time to take it in before the haze affected her, too. Her form didn’t change. At least, not on the outside. The haze warped what was within her mind — forcing out all her reason, forcing out all that she was. It changed her rukh to black, which flickered red at times.

Lips spread into a small smile — an expression one would never expect to see on the magi — an eyebrow raising, evaluating the situation. Her expression changed many times, as if it was trying to decide what sort of face it wanted to be making. ‘Scheherazade’ no longer inhabited this mind.

“Ah—”

A facade. Coming upon the sight of a person dear to her, her expression softened considerably. With a gentle voice, Scheherazade called out to them.

“It’s you! Please, come cl█ser—!”

#!ca event

♛ until high noon ; { scheherazade }

Gilgamesh looked cocksure but gallant as he let the priestess stand close to him, wrapping his own fingers around hers delicately and guiding her down the dark road. But he kept the distance between them, and strutted half a step ahead of her. “And you mean to tell me that you’ve never negotiate after wars? What a delightful little country you must live in. Any road, you’ve my word and I uphold it. Surely, you can understand that simple logic.” Gilgamesh was anything but a liar. Why waste his efforts doing so?

“Reim Empire.” He repeated and pursed his lips slightly. A priestess would not mispronounce Roma, the empire that stretched from the Mediterranean. His was the first kingdom, the very cradle of western civilization. Yet this empire’s name was one he did not know. He needn’t use his genius to know what this foreign name implied. Her name itself amused him so. Scheherazade. The story teller of one-thousand and one nights and just as shrewd as her namesake. He pondered briefly if she played him false, but her unreadable magic was telltale.

However demure she tried to appear, Gilgamesh could see the warrior buried deep behind those brilliant, aged eyes. Cunning enough, the king mused, knowing the peculiar barrier shielded her organs. He let her defend herself; women needed such assurance. Parallel universes irked him so, but he airily noted her status and the pompous name of her empire for now. He was playing the gracious king tonight for his ‘good’ company.

The road opened into a plaza with cafes locked and dark. White wirily chairs littered the grounds, some chained to the nailed down tables. It was a finer area than where the two had met. Nearby, only a few, tall buildings were alit and glow an ambient orange, mostly bars. “This city thinks itself grand.” He gestured to one of the glass double doors and smooth music could be faintly heard as he approached the establishment. He presumed her answer and looked down at her placid visage. “Come. We shall go in.”

The king drew her inside the restaurant-bar. Wine bottles lined up like dark green soldiers while others rested in diamond shelves or bronze bowls filled with ice, accompanied by savoury aromas of whatever foods. Couples and loners sat at the small, round tables, scattered all around the room. Many eyes looked up and gazed at the odd pair, a radiant, regal aura exuded from both. His particularly was overbearing. “The best this city offers are drinks fit for pigs. But you needn’t worry, I will provide.” Gilgamesh let her choose the spot; it mattered little to him where they sat.

#babiraus #im so sorry its so bad SO SORRY

Wordlessly, the priestess followed the taller man, not once letting her guard down. True that she did not once believe his words to be lies, as she trusted that one with pride like his would not waste time uttering false, meaningless things.

An eyebrow raised as she stepped into the bar with him, though she couldn't help but to laugh softly. How long has it been since she had sat down for a drink with somebody? Maybe in formal occasions would she take a few sips to be polite, but to come to a place like this specifically to drink.. was something she hadn't done in many years. 'Many' could even be seen as an understatement.

Noticing that where they sat would be up to herself to choose, Scheherazade took the lead for but a moment, quietly moving to a small round table with tall, yet slim couches placed near it. Releasing his hand, she took a seat in one of these, hands crossed over her lap as she waited for him to sit -- if he intended to.

She was far from relaxed, of course. Far from foolish enough to let a night like this, to allow herself to be swept away even by drinks served by a king, guaranteed to taste grander than the ones served in public places. Though she put on a polite face, not for one second did her thoughts flit away from her worries over Reim.

"Ah, will you?"

"I have tasted many different wines through my years. I wonder if your wine will be grander than them all? I have high hopes for whatever it is you possess."

Though if she was a bit more, well uh you know, relaxed, and not so worrywart over Reim at the moment like she was, she would probably be a bit more excited about this moment. Maybe. She did have high expectations for what Gilgamesh had though, and although she wasn't so much a fan of wine as she was in her younger years, if it were offered to her, she won't be one to complain.

♛ until high noon ; { scheherazade }

“You have a good eye, I’ll give you that. Know that you stand before the greatest king, Gilgamesh.” He smirked, unwavering in his glory. A portal opened by his head and the chain receded into it, disappearing like air. It pleased him to know that her head was not merely decoration for her shoulders. He contemplated her question and merely shrugged. She was comely, noble, but defiant—just the kind of woman he delighted toying with. Desiring something was second nature to him. The king felt youth creeping on his skin again, the days when he simply did because he could. But something held him back.

Her calm poise never faltered. If he bashed the barrier with all his might, surely it would shatter. But then what? Strangle a young woman? He felt himself become more and more vicious as the days passed in this filthy city. Gilgamesh wished not to become a barbarian, a thoughtless beast that sunk its teeth in rotting flesh. Instead, he consented to amicability (as much as he could permit). The woman was no criminal like the one he had struck down earlier. She bore witness to his simple justice and had not complained. Perhaps she, who only looked the part of a maid, was as steeled as he. He stepped forward once more, standing there like the king he truly was.

“If I command you, will you obey me?” asked Gilgamesh. He outstretched a hand, beckoning her from her shell.“I’ve thought of what I desired. I want to see if you are as worthy as you look. I will mind your words tonight.” It was a poor excuse, he knew, but how does one justify breathing? Because one must. He still wished to know of this indecipherable magic that covered her and what she saw from those weary, jaded eyes. Heroes lived short lives, brilliant as shooting stars, and crashing just so. But he lived, mated to his prosperity as well as his single despair.

“Come out and no harm will come from me.” He waved his hand again, more insistent this time. The arrogance never left his conduct, however fair he seemed. ”But know if you still refuse me, then there’s no use for you. I don’t take well to ungrateful guests anymore than you might, nay?”

#babiraus #THIS IS REALLY SHITTY IM SORRY MY SCHE IS PROBABLY SUPER SUPER BAD NOW #FORGIVE ME I HAVENT RPED IN LIKE 500 YEARS

Although this was the first time she had ever heard of any Gilgamesh, the priestess stayed her tongue. It would be unnecessary to give a useless comment such as that, and the other didn't seem to be waiting for one. However, she did start to speak, although not with the earlier thought. Her tone was soft, but steady.

"I am Scheherazade, Great Priestess of the Reim Empire."

As Gilgamesh stepped forward, the Magi raised her head, gaze continuing to follow him. Their height differences were significant; other than that, however, there was nothing else. She felt no intimidation, no fear. Never did her heartbeat quicken, never did her breathing go unsteady.

"Me? Obey you?" There was a faint chuckle as she responded -- it wasn't that she found it funny -- perhaps it was his unwavering, prideful grin that made her want to return such an expression; although hers would not have such arrogance along with it. Eyes flitted from his hand to his expression, considering her options. Should she trust him or not? Though she quickly found an idea -- still risky, but it was a plan.

"I know better than to give my trust to someone I've just met -- especially those who attempt an attack before negotiations." She simply brushed off his more arrogant words (although most all of it were). For the mean time, she decided to play along, albeit a risky decision. "Ah? So I am to be your guest?"

"... If that is so, then I must mind my manners, no?"

Slowly and gracefully did she reach out, though she thinned and shaped her borg to become a protective cover over her vital regions; if she were to be thrown or attacked at this close proximity, she might even sustain a little damage -- better than anything direct, though.

"Please, excuse me." Lightly, she placed a fingertip over the king's outstretched hand, though slow enough so that if he didn't want her touching him at all, he'd have time to pull away and she'd understand; it wouldn't do to just take it and offend him, no? Just like this, he could feel her skin and the warmth from within it, showing that that was all that was there.

retrace ♔ {event;mu}

Mu puffed his chest in pride. Though knowing himself as the most skilled swordsman in Reim, he never grew tired of being told so. It felt good to know all his training years reaped rewards and praises. He’d do right by the Empire. Most of all, he felt relieved to know she regarded Fanalis so kindly, just like she did when she first appeared before him. “Hah, I suppose you’re right but it wouldn’t be a stretch to say you’ll become quite renown. You are Reim’s Magi after all.” He paused, wondering if that was a mistake. Scheherazade never told him anything more than a name and the country she hailed from. And the captain looked as much a magician as a soldier’s boot did. Clearing his throat, he calmed for he did claim to know of her grand reputation; the blessing of the rukh would be included surely. Mu then looked at her, puzzled, as she slipped behind him, and then felt a tug.

“Ah? Ah! You needn’t trouble yourself!” He protested, bashful to have his hair tied up neatly. No matter how much he cut his tresses, they grew back as quick as they were cut; he left them alone since. She wouldn’t hear him and only smiled. The captain snorted, laughing again to see his Lady so filled with vim and motherly. Those instincts of hers never ceased. He rubbed his exposed neck and leaned away from her as if to hide the creeping blush. “Gratias…” He mumbled like a shy child.

“Truly?” Mu wondered if it were all right to dig into the Lady’s past like this. Too invasive? But what else could he do? Reim was far away and they were helpless—perhaps more hapless—to care for the hundreds of children in front of them. “Tell me of your explorations. Though a solider, I can’t go far without the emperor commanding me. You yourself seem to be a fine traveler. Do you always walk alone?” Curiosity won him, and he’d only ask this much. For now.

Scheherazade would believe that the Alexius family would be well-informed of the things of Reim that were worth mentioning, therefore although an eyebrow raised suspiciously for a brief moment, she simply laughed it off.

"Maybe farther in the future -- hopefully I'll earn myself a good reputation, enough to earn the respect and admiration of many!" She smiles wider still, standing with confidence and a hand on her hip. "I'd do anything to guide Reim along a good path, I would." Even now, her love for Reim shined brightly, as did her eyes as she spoke those words. If there was one thing that never changed about the priestess, it was this love; although it would come to blind her from other things that would become important in the future.

"Heh heh..." Chuckling much like a child, the Magi stood back for a good view of her work. "What brilliant red hair -- it's like fire! I'd love to see you on the battlefield one day -- you burn right through your enemies, I'd bet!" With a gentler smile, she gives his hand a few more pats. "I'm so very happy for Reim, to have a soldier like you on our side. Although it's still so strange that this is only our first meeting!"

She laughs cheerily before pondering on his questions. "Hmm.. no, I wasn't ever really alone! I had companions, numerous friends and comrades. One who I'd created Reim alongside, actually! He's a very silly fellow, and actually quite the fool; however, he's also someone very close to me. I think you'd like him very much!"

#gladiatoris

❦ a garden of glass { scheherazade }

He could feel the blush creeping up his neck and thanked the gods that the red of his hair hid it. If he could, the captain would follow her to the underworld to be the sword by her side. Mu only cleared his throat and nodded, duty bound. The rest of the walk was silent, but pleasant. Before his Lady’s arrival, he never minded the shadows and the strange noises from the alleys and back road. Now his eyes always gave a second glance, his ears listening more carefully. It was not until she crossed through the doorway of his apartment that he finally sighed with relief. Madness happened near everywhere, but the living quarter were strangely untouched.

“Would my lady care for water?” Fetching the pitcher and a clean glass, he poured her a drink anyway and left it near. Worry flashed across his face, he could tell she was tired. The apartment was modestly furnished and the couch she sat on was the most comfortable thing in the complex. Now that the skies turned the darkest blue, Mu would have much rather she rest for the night. Scheherazade loved Reim, he knew that for certain. More than her well-being. Truth be told, the captain adjusted swimmingly in this craven city, a prospect he did not know she feared. He shook his head, “No… You needn’t apologize for anything.”

“Strange things… have happened. Quite a number of curious things. Curious people.” Mu searched for the words. “When I first arrived, I knew no one. Some days later, that changed all too soon. The magi from Sindria, Aladdin, and the magi from Kou are both present. Weaker, just like myself. There are Fanalis too, a little one from Sindria. Seems the King Sinbad is still collecting quite a number of, hm, special people.”

“I can’t say for sure, but there must be some magic. A great shadow enveloped the city, silly as that sounds! Mine own shadow came to attack me. Pleased to say I won.” Mu said, half laughing. It was not funny to the priestess, her lips did not grace him a smile. The captain fidgeted uncomfortably, wishing he hadn’t tried to lighten the mood. At the time it happened, he knew no laughter as the shadow clawed at the weakness of the heart. He’d not tell her that. Darkness had long passed since then and his rukh was whiter still.

“There was some strange storm… but I’m afraid that’s all I know. I was never involved in that.” For all the panic that was abound in the city, Mu felt that time pass by him without clarity. He wondered what happened to his mind, but perished the thought. There were more pressing matters now. “About the other people. There are more. Well, what I mean is that there are hundreds here all from different worlds. They tell me names of countries that I’ve never heard of. What do you make of that?” Nothing good could come of it. He was wary, for if people could be removed then people could easily be placed in.

Mu let her ponder at the end of his intel, standing still like a stone guardian. Glancing at the kitchen space, he said, “If I may speak frankly… my Lady should eat something. It’s been a long walk, a long day.”

#end thread? unless you want to write something to it!#gladiatoris #i didnt think it would go anywhere now sO WE MAY AS WELL start something new!

"Ah-- yes. Thank you."

Taking the glass, the Magi drinks it slowly, glad for the water as she had been thirsty. She would continue to take sips, little by little in silence as she listened to Mu's stories. Many things had happened while he was here she could tell, and for a moment would her eyebrow lift briefly, concerned over the story of a shadow attacking her precious soldier. She could only hope the others of their world wouldn't pick a fight anytime soon, as they were not only in no condition to battle, but also because she wanted to focus entirely on getting back home as soon as possible.

Addressing the event with the attacking shadow, the priestess interrupts the Fanalis for a moment as she says a short line. "I'm very glad youre safe; without you, I'd be at a loss here, Mu." She releases a sigh, either of relief or of exhaustion would be up to Mu's judgment -- though it was a little mix of both. She felt no energy in this short-lasting body of hers, and she felt that her vision seemed to be blurring out from time to time. Blinking it away in hopes that it wouldn't come back, she continues to listen.

"Hundreds of different people.. from different worlds? I've never heard of such a thing." Eyes widened briefly at the thought, though she pushed it aside for now. The Magi shakes her head lightly for a moment, finding it even more tiring to take in all this information. She asked for it though, and she was glad for it. She felt more well-informed than when she first arrived, after all.

"You're right," she agrees, and she gets ready to stand. But at that very moment, she feels a strange wave of nauseousness, and a blanket of darkness covers her vision. Her legs grow unsteady, and finally, the priestess collapses from all her exhaustion, taking a subconscious step backwards before falling to the side, falling onto the large couch and falling unconscious. It was definitely some well-needed rest, though it may worry Mu that she had passed out so suddenly; it was probably very much an uncommon thing.

"......"

... though her expression was not the least bit peaceful, eyebrows furrowed even as she slept, lips forming a tight, thin line, her breathing ragged. It was.. obvious that she was worried, incredibly worried about her beloved Reim -- and nothing would change that, not until the day she returned.

retrace ♔ {event;mu}

Alexius’ venerable reputation preceded him and that should not surprise him that this woman knew of them; even the plebeians spoke of the clan. But who was she to be granted an audience with the Alexius? The captain took great pains to know the faces of every supercilious dominus and domina in the capital. “Seems my clan is larger than I knew!” Mu answered with a crooked smile.

“I couldn’t agree more. Soldiering is all I know—ow.” Another rascal pulled a lock of his hair, winning a fist full of red strands, before running off. Mu sighed, praying for the dream to end lest he be bald soon. Rohroh handled children better, he recalled. Or was it that his cohort scared them with that vicious grin? He carefully pushed the children out of the way with his feet, some delighted while others pouted. As he looked back to her, it pleased him to see her return his salute until she spoke.

“Scheherazade.” He whispered her name, sacred like a prayer. Any fool would put the two and two together. His Lady saw two hundred years pass by her and the people of Reim living and falling. Was it truly her thrown back into her youth? Mu cleared his throat and hid the hurt in his voice well. “Yes, quite a number of times. You’re very famous actually.”

For all the sun in her smile, Mu pursed his lips and tried his damnedest not to frown in return. “Shall we keep going? I’m afraid my hair’s in danger at this rate.” He grinned stiffly. There was a wealth of emotions running through him, but he needn’t spoil the mood between them. Her kindness was a different sort, radiant and bold, but still kindness nonetheless. “And I’d like to know about my, ah—the lady.”

#lets pretend that icon is older sche ok #or well. original #gladiatoris #this sucks and i am so sorry

The priestess' brows furrowed a little at the kids pulling at Mu's hair, though she lets out a laugh. She was glad that they seemed more attracted to Mu's red than her own blonde strands. "A Fanalis soldier, huh.. can't say those are too common within Reim, but I suppose there are still many things I've yet to find out about in this empire of hours, yeah?" Gently would she give Mu's arm a few hearty pats, chuckling as she did. "With a figure and a personality like yours, I wouldn't doubt for a moment that you're an excellent soldier! Glad to have you in our army, really!"

At his response to her name, the Magi tilted her head curiously, a tad confused at his words. "Famous, you say.. that's news to my ears! Then again, I wouldn't be surprised if I were a topic of conversation among the people of Reim. Don't think I'm too popular with other countries, though."

Scheherazade could notice something suppressed within Mu -- though she was sure that the soldier before her did not look one bit ill. And as they were strangers for the moment, she would keep her mouth shut for now, if not only to be respectful. Everyone had things they didn't want to share after all, right?

At his suggestion, she voices her agreement, walking side by side with Mu until they reached a much less crowded area. Though right away, almost even mischievously would the Magi take quick steps so that she was standing behind the other, bunching up his hair in her hands and smoothing out the strands as she tied his hair up in a tall ponytail, high enough that it would hopefully be out of reach of this kids, considering his height, though if they jumped, they may just be able to grab it still. Better than nothing, though.

Stepping back to his side with a childish grin, she looks up at the Fanalis again, even chuckling a little. "About me?"

"There is not much to tell, but ask away!"

retrace ♔ {event;mu}

Strange and stranger still, the city was enveloped in pink haze and out came hordes of children scurrying with their petulant wails for their mother’s embrace or demands for sweets. He could scarcely think, trying not to step on any of these little ones as they screamed and ran around like headless chickens. Mu never felt more a giant, and more than once did children yank his long hair and pull the loose, red strands from him. The captain meant to leap over this sea of children and find others like him, unaffected, to seek refuge.

My saviour! It was the voice of another woman grown. He thanked the gods that he was not alone in this chaos and turned to greet her. The words were lost and he could only gawked. He knew it rude, but could not stop gazing at this woman. Her hair was like woven gold with eyes as green as summer’s grass. The berries hung from her ears, signature of Reim’s high fashion.

“Aye, I am…” Mu said at last, hesitant. She looked so very much like an Alexius, like the Lady herself. But her body was filled out and her tunic was stained with some grime; she carried a wooden staff. There were hardly any magicians in Reim and Mu’s eyes regarded her with more confusion.

“Safe to say you’re from Reim too?” Minding his manners again, he gave her a proper salute. It couldn’t possible be her. He left her safely in the apartments. “Mu Alexius at your service, though I can’t say how well my child-rearing qualifications are, heh. And what do they call you, domina?”

#goodbye world #gladiatoris #ca event

Mu's stares would not go unnoticed, though the Magi didn't mind. Stares weren't anything new to her, and there was nothing of herself that she was ashamed of! Something of Mu sparked Scheherazade's interest, thinking he seemed a tad familiar to her. Perhaps they had crossed paths once or twice before, considering they both hailed from Reim.

"That I am," she responds casually, releasing him and setting her hand back to her hip, carrying herself with confidence. She shined so brightly, so unlike her cloned self, not yet so withered with age. Not yet so tired.

Eyes lit as the introduction came, the priestess looking over Mu in a new light. "Alexius.. you say? How strange that we've never met before, if that is who you are!" She gives a light chuckle in response though, glancing at the crowds of children running around. "Children are quite nice, though I'd much rather not be in a position to calm the ones that cry like so."

Turning back to the Fanalis, she gives him a bright smile, teeth and all, placing her fist to her chest.

"Scheherazade's the name!"

"Bet you've heard it more than a few times, no?"

retrace ♔ {event;mu}

Pink fog clear at last, revealing almost an entirely different person beneath it. Still a priestess, yet she stood tall and proud. Still the same Magi, yet she smiled bright as the sun.

Still Scheherazade, yet she took her steps with a hand on her hip. At first, the woman blinked wildly, confused with where this was supposed to be. She had half a mind to discard the seeming useless wooden staff at first, but decided to keep it instead, just in case. The buildings around her were tall and unfamiliar, yet she felt that these weren't her first steps here.

The people around her unrecognizable, though one stood tall above the rest, and the priestess' eyes would widen, making her way throughout the small crowds and towards the figure, reaching out to lightly take hold of their arm and speaks, though a little out of breath.

"Hey, you -- !"

"You're a Fanalis, aren't you? That armor.. are you from Reim?"

#gladiatoris #ca event

♛ until high noon ; { scheherazade }

Such defiance excited him, better still that this little woman did not caterwaul. Hysterical crying offended his ears. Her refinement pleased him, anticipating the moment she’d break down and crumble at his feet. He liked her long, golden hair too and she was a little smaller than he wanted. But he saw not an ounce of youth in her with those vert eyes old and heavy with years.

“As if you have a choice.” Gilgamesh smirked coquettishly, and glanced at the garlands in her hair. The leaves and rich berries recalled the fields of grapes from home. White cows wore them in their horns when they were paraded in the city before being sacrificed to the gods. He, the son of a goddess, should accept this offering gratefully. “Look, you’ve even decorated yourself. How adorable.”

“Come and entertain me.” When he reached for Scheherazade, he felt the invisible barrier that protected her, hard as an iron shell. Though he jerked his hand away, the barrier hurt him not. Curiosity settled and Gilgamesh stared hungrily at the borg when just the faintest glimmer came to sight. The red of his eyes flickered like wildfire, near mad. Magic never impressed him much for he could dissect all the formulas at a glance and wizened magicians were just so droll. They never stood a chance against his armory and the swords that rained from behind him.

The king tapped the borg again, ignoring the golden girl inside briefly, and clicked his tongue. ”Seems I’ve come across a puzzle box then. I’ve plenty of time now to solve it.” Swords were gone, but not his knowledge. And for all the knowledge, near four thousand years worth, he could not read the barrier’s formula. Why? Gilgamesh circled around the young woman and then swung the chain from his arm, striking the borg with impressive strength. All that came from it was an ugly spark and a mild odor of burnt plastic. ”Nothing to say?” He inquired, swinging the silly chain still.

#sHH IT SPERFECT THANK U #babiraus

Years of living brings one wisdom, and how one carried themselves with it was up to the being. Scheherazade and Gilgamesh were prime examples of how differently ones could turn out, and while they were quite the opposite of each other, at the same time, it could be arguable that they had their similarities as well, no matter how invisible.

The priestess felt no aggravation at his words, her heart beating at its regular pace, breathing steady, eyes barely shut as she watched the other. She knew not to depend so entirely on her sole ability at the moment, but at the same time it wouldn't be wise to turn tail and run, for reasons other than just to save face for herself.

Scheherazade was no coward, but she knew when to be cautious. This man possessed great power, she could tell. Whether or not he still retained them didn't matter. One had no need for power to be dangerous, this she knew well, as it applied to the situation well.

She did not flinch even as he reached out for her, knowing that he could not, for the time, truly lay his hands on her. For this reason was she grateful that she had been able to retain her borg, fingers re-positioning themselves on the wooden staff given to her. Emerald eyes locked with red, following the other, unflinching even at the threat presented before her person.

The sudden impact of the chain against her barrier was startling, though the priestess remained calm still, without widening her eyes, without flinching, without moving a single inch.

"Are you finished?"

"Judging by your demeanor, I would assume you to have been quite a proud king in your own world." As he had spoken and walked around her, she had studied him closely, taking note his expression, his actions, even the way he took each step. Certainly, he gave off an aura of one that was either high in power, or merely an arrogant fool. Gilgamesh was, very clearly, the former. She knew she was in luck that he didn't seem to be in possession of much power at the moment, or she really would be on edge in this type of situation. While she only had a defensive ability, the other had an offensive weapon, however silly it may appear.

Shaking her head briefly, she lightens her grip on the staff, blinking slowly before looking back up at the other.

"Why use my words when they will end up being pointless ramblings?"

"Surely you desire something else."

❦ a garden of glass { scheherazade }

He bit his lip, recollecting the urban planning of this city, which was the shape of honeycombs. “District Epsilon?” He then exclaimed, remembering the locale, “The box town!?”

A shadow fell on his visage, irritated. His rosette eyes flashed a dangerous glow. Mu growled, “How dare they house my lady in a place like that…!” He passed those shanty towns, filled with violent crowds rightfully displaying their dissatisfaction of boxes. It was no place for the high priestess of Reim. Her compassion boundless even to the poorest criminals, Mu shared not the same sentiment. Sighing exasperated, he strained to smile, knowing she’d worry more if he continued to scowl.

The captain felt sorry that he should be housed in a decent room when the lady was treated like a beggar. He suspected she, too, had all her magic plundered from her bode. Although he never doubted her strength, Mu had to protect her until Lady Scheherazade was rightfully returned to Reim or die trying. Pointing far beyond the park to the ominous billboard, he said, “I have a cubicle, but you must certainly use it. A legionnaire’s place is on the fields.” Whatever elements he was exposed to were kind. It hadn’t rained since his arrival and the season neared summer with warm breezes. And leather was cooler than metal armour.

Towering above her, his shadow stretched over her petite form, easily shading it from the high noon’s sun. “Shall I escort you there?” He offered. The park stretched far, making for a pleasant scenic route. “Hm… I’ve no lectica for you to sit upon. I could carry—!” Mu’s laughing grin turned bashful when he stole a glance at her porcelain face and quickly muttered the rest of his sentence, “…you… no, I wouldn’t do that to you, my lady.”

Clearing his throat awkwardly, he remained steadfast by her side and looked straight ahead. He watched the children play and the elderly couples walk hand-in-hand. All of them blissfully unaware. His ears were open to any strange sound, hearing even the flutter of leaves ten metres behind them. “In any case,” said Mu, “I’ll answer what I can about this city, but it’s a queer place… Whether magic or science, I haven’t figured it out. Command me as you wish. I am still your sword.”

Seeing Mu's reaction, the Magi stopped, eyes scanning his expression. Box town.. just the sound of it made it seem bad enough, Mu's mere reaction to it told her enough: that wasn't a place fit for her to live. Reaching out, she lays her hand against his arm if only for a brief moment, in an attempt to calm him. She wouldn't say that it's alright, since she wouldn't want to live in a place that would cause such an expression from the other -- it must've been really horrible.

At his offer, Scheherazade nodded slowly in agreement, though without voicing her opinion of it as well. "However, you should continue staying there too, Mu. It will be good to remain together for now."

Seeing as how it was getting late, and the sky soon began to darken, she voiced her agreement, as it was a good idea to get themselves indoors before dark, since she had no idea of the dangers that could be lurking in the shadows here. At his next words, the priestess gave a very brief, very quiet giggle at the thought. "It's alright," she nods to him, "I can walk on my own." She had her own legs that worked just fine, after all.

Continuing on side by side, though she followed Mu, eyes scanned the environments of the city that they passed by, listening to his words. It did seem strange -- she felt a sense of foreboding in the city, and she felt that she would never truly be able to relax here. Mu gave off the impression that he'd gotten used to this place, which, in all honesty, the priestess wasn't exactly pleased with. Though of course, she didn't expect him to fret around worrying and searching every nook and cranny of the place for a way out, she didn't want him to start relaxing here and get comfortable with living in such a place long-term either.

"Thank you. Though it is selfish of me to think so, it is reassuring to have you here, at my side." Yes, although she'd much rather Mu be back at Reim where she could at least entrust the empire to his protection, it was also comforting to have him here, where she could at least trust him, if nobody else. Even if she could still try to find her own way by herself here .. no, she mustn't think about this now. He's here, and nothing will change that. Thinking too deeply into other possibilities would lead to nowhere; not right now.

After a bit of walking, they reach Mu's apartment. Letting him lead them up to his own room, she can't help but to take a seat on the couch there, almost even collapsing in it. With all the confusion and overwhelming of emotions and thoughts, the Magi was both mentally and physically exhausted, her legs and feet incredibly but regrettably sore.

She releases a half-stifled sigh. "My apologies.. I know this.. is unlike me." She was normally able to remain composed in all situations but... this was completely out of what she was prepared for. Even for things she was unprepared with, she had been able to keep calm, but.. this was different. Way different, too different. It threw all her preparations in disorder, shook her mind into a jumbled mess.

"Will you.. tell me more about this city? Things that have happened, people you've met.."

"Tell me all about your time here, Mu."

#gladiatoris

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☀ Enchantress. {Scheherazade &Titus}

Finding something enjoyable to partake in outside of the usual choices - causing combat, chaos and disarray - was growing increasingly difficult for the wizard to find comfort in doing. Most of the citizens of Hive City didn’t exactly seem to be social enough to initiate conversation nor would he honestly find solace in dispelling his true nature to others. Considering the weakness he felt in losing his skill set by some odd twist of fate, Judar was left with a sense of hollowness.

Weeks prior, a shadowed version of his former self truly challenged his method of thinking. Though the reward was gratifying—regaining one of his abilities in return for his suffering—the Black Sun resorted to drowning out his vices by engaging in any activities available. Whether it be by having mini-battles or even causing the death of a child, all in good effort to cure his boredom and push out the disturbed thoughts that threatened to plague his mind.

…and so he stood, walking throughout the city with a cocky stride. Hands pressed behind his neck, whistling carelessly as the wind breezed by, reveling in the sun’s glory. Making his way back to his apartment complex, the magician felt a sensation throbbing in his chest. Serpent eyes opened hastily, looking around the area urgently. What was this unshakable feeling? Cardinal hues finally fixated on an unsuspecting blond woman, completely drenched in the aura of white Rukh (although, of course, limited due their circumstances). Remarking to himself underneath his breath, Judar pondered:

“The Rukh surrounding that broad… they’re all moving weird!! What the hell is she!?”

The last time he witnessed the normal flow of Rukh responding so erratically to another was his introduction to Aladdin, a fellow Magi. Could that mean that she is also a Magi herself? Considering the choice of outfit, the off-putting female could have very well fit into the era he was from. Was this the fabled Scheherazade, Magi to the Reim Empire?

In typical fashion, the high priest hollered out towards the direction of the elegant woman.

“You, girl! Something about you is different, I don’t want to jump to any conclusions… but you look like you’re from my world, too. Who are you?”

At first, the boisterous voice had been ignored. Considering it had been addressing a woman, Titus had continued his idle browsing of sector oo5 with little to no idea that his attention had been demanded. He was much too preoccupied with finding the best fruits for Lady Scheherazade that nothing else seemed to matter. The magician’s desire to please bred only a feeling of warmth as he felt eternally grateful that his lady had acknowledged his existence and allowed him to go shopping with her.

It was only when silence lingered in the marketplace that his curiosity had gathered, wondering why it was no one had responded to the other’s exclamations. Neck casually angling to get a glimpse of the situation, he instead found himself staring back into intimidating, crimson hues.

Awkward eye contact suddenly made everything clear, stunning the magician into silent rage. With pride injured and mind plagued with unpleasant memories, anger rose immediately. Frustrated at his own feminine appearance, Titus cared more about correcting the cheeky boy than approaching with caution. Even though the misunderstanding had not been directed towards him with mockery, it would not come without consequence.

“How dare you—!!” he exclaimed, his blonde braid whipping the air ferociously as he turned to face the other completely. Hands balled into fists at his sides, his attempt to exercise self-restraint to no avail. ”I’m Titus Alexius.” he proclaimed confidently, purposely emphasizing his last name since it was well-renowned throughout each empire. Eyes narrowed with disdain, he added, “A High-Class magician of Magnostadt!”

Provokingly pointing his fencing foil in the oracle’s face, he continued childishly.

“If I had the full extent of my abilities, I’d make you pay for insulting me, you ignorant commoner!“

Satisfied with his outburst, the magician could finally examine the uneducated other without the blindness of fury. Abruptly, the furrow of his eyebrows eased as the atmosphere turned tense. Something… wasn’t right. While Titus was only a clone of Scheherazade and could not see the Rukh without it being gathered and used, he was especially sensitive to it. The proximity of the two strengthened this, sending an unnatural chill down his spine.

Could it be that… when the arrogant boy had stated something was different about him… he was referring to the Rukh he shared with Lady Scheherazade? Assuming this was true, he could reach the conclusion that the male was a magi like Aladdin. And, since he wasn’t his beloved friend or Scheherazade, that would mean it could only be the wandering magi, Yunan or the tyrannical oracle, Judar. Praying his instinct was wrong, Titus decided not to dwell on hypotheticals, lest his mind become further unstable. He only hoped his Lady hadn’t heard his immature shouting, well aware he would be scolded for such.

#hello and byebye #rukhism #invitus

Having separated temporarily so that Titus could make some purchases, Scheherazade stood by herself somewhere close by, waiting quietly on her own. Though some had given her stares as they passed by, most didn't even so much as glance at her; not that it mattered to her at all. She had wanted to keep Titus by her side so that they could fight together, so that they could protect each other if needed. She wanted him to be able to return home safely, so that he could see Marga, and return to living how he wanted until her original body runs out of time.

Titus' yelling both surprised and caught the Magi's attention, and at first, she only sighed. Though she assumed that whoever he would be done arguing with whoever he had yelled at sooner or later, she would have left him alone if not for the sensation that overwhelmed her soon after. This feeling.. though she couldn't see rukh anymore, she knew this feeling without having to see it. However, this one in particular.. felt strange.

Hurrying to Titus' location, the Magi spotted the one who seemed to have been the cause of Titus' yelling, and although this would be the first time she'd met this person, she knew. Maybe not for sure, but.. this feeling couldn't be mistaken, along with the fact that he seemed to recognize her as she came into his view as well.

"Titus -- !"

Her voice held a hint of alarm, her grip on the wooden staff tight. Reaching out for Titus' shoulder, she pulled him behind her. Although this person didn't seem to be very aggressive at the moment, she couldn't tell for sure. She had heard stories about him, after all.. just one look at him told her to be cautious. True, he could be anyone. They were in a place where many of different worlds were placed together, after all. But of all the clues that had been put together in just these few moments, there was no mistaking it.

Though, she hadn't forgotten herself. And no matter how worried she was for her own country and the peoples' well-being, she knew she had to worry about herself here, too. She wouldn't proceed recklessly. She couldn't allow herself to do that.

"Are you.. the Kou Empire's Magi?" The priestess spoke calmly, her voice giving away nothing. "I don't believe we have met yet. I am Scheherazade, of Reim." Though he'd probably have figured it out by now, formal introductions were never a bad idea.. probably. "It's a pleasure to finally be able to speak face to face with you --"

"-- Judar."

ephemeral .

With no answer provided to his inquiry, Titus could only assume that the situation was as bad as he initially feared. Blinking at the priestess’ insecure demeanor, the realization that he had furthered her worries caused him to inwardly recoil. The wish to apologize stirred within him, but was not acted upon in favor of directing the conversation elsewhere. Quite frankly, he had said enough.

The thought that the experienced woman before him also had her powers stripped was discouraging. To see the famed leader of Reim reduced to such a state was an insult to the very country. The magician mused over the idea that he had a duty to attempt protecting his creator while she was handicapped— only to be shut down by the mention of the army captain.

“Understood.” The syllables were uttered so quietly, they were borderline inaudible. He wanted to tell her that he also had an apartment given to him that could be of some use, but his confidence to speak was lost. Instead, the puppet nodded solemnly and followed after his lady as they headed to the apartment of the general.

Mu… his heart was in the right place and his loyalty unmatched. To him, Titus lost on all accounts. The blond’s spite against his fate was strong but also invoked horrible guilt. The Alexius name he shared was nothing but a symbol of status; the clone had no true family. Yet Lady Scheherazade had fallen to her knees and apologized to an unworthy clone like him, even going as far as to call him her child. By contrast, Mu had made it clear that Titus was only a monster that should not have been born in this world. Then there was Aladdin and Sphintus, people who had reached out to him even despite their poor first impressions. Simultaneously, Titus was a son, a doll, and a friend. To Marga— a hero.

He stopped.

“Lady Scheherazade… is this really okay?” One hand gripped at his chest, seizing his uniform as his gaze lowered. “I… I don’t want to burden you.”

He hadn’t yet decided how he wished to spend the last of his days, but if was going to have to waste them in this place, without being able to be at Marga’s side, then he no longer served much purpose. “Mu will undoubtedly be able to protect you, so…” He paused, surprised that he even voiced the thought aloud. With a quiet sigh, he began again.

“… I’m sorry, I just don’t know what to do with myself.”

#GOD I HOPE THAT WASNT OOC IM GONNA #YELL #i almost lost this reply just now i wouldve screamed #invitus

If Titus had voiced those thoughts, Scheherazade would no doubt deny it. Even if Titus had not been born from real parents, they shared the same blood, the same rukh; they were close in more ways than one, and to Scheherazade, who'd never been able to -- and probably never would be able to -- have any actual children, she cherished Titus, even though her earlier actions would have denied this fact. If she could help Titus to live on even after her own death, she would.

Noticing that the steps following her had halted, the Magi stopped as well, turning to see what had stopped him. His words send a sharp pang of realization in the priestess -- she'd done it again, hadn't she? Disregarded Titus' feelings, with her own mind clouded by her own thoughts. A rising, unfamiliar guilt made its way to her chest, opening her eyes and reaching out to the other magician.

"Titus."

Just as she had been filled with worry and confusion upon being thrown into such a place, Titus must've had his own worries as well, and she apologizes for not realizing this sooner. When they can sit down and relax (well, as much as they can relax in this place, anyway) in Mu's apartment, they will talk; she'll listen to him, and help him as much as she can, just as he'd help her.

A hand reaching out to him once more, grasping the hand that clenched his uniform, gently taking it into hers. Though.. she felt that just this was not enough to ease his worries, not enough to convince him that he was definitely needed by her side, no matter how powerful he was. She gave his hand a little tug, pulling him down so that he was eye-level with her, and..

..slowly, she wrapped her arms around him. As it was a gesture that she hadn't done herself in a long time, it probably felt somewhat awkward, though she tried her best. The Magi embraced him tightly, closely, warmly. While it had originally been her intention to help to comfort him, surprisingly, it had come to comfort herself, as well; and she found herself remaining like this for longer than she'd intended.

"My protection," while she wouldn't say it was unimportant, as she knew herself very well that her life was extremely important and not to be thrown in the way of danger easily, "is not something that you, Titus, need to worry about." She had Mu, which made it unnecessary for Titus to have to protect her, that much was true. She wasn't sure of how much of Titus' powers had been taken away by their captors, but..

Finally pulling away, petite hands remain on the other clone's shoulders, and giving them a light squeeze, she showed him a small smile.

"You need only to stay by my side, as long as we are here."

"We will fight together." Another pause, and she adds one last line to her words. "Thank you, Titus. Your being here has, to an extent, put me at ease." Not to mean that she didn't wish she could remain in their world, where he could still be taking care of Marga, but.. considering the fact that so many were missing, how safe would he really be? There was the possibility that as an Alexius, he could try to maintain order and take on the temporary role of a leader in Scheherazade's place, but.. it was not very likely, was it?

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✫ compromise [closed]

This sensation… it was a little different from that of a magi, so much so, that Aladdin would quickly realize that it could only belong to one unique individual: the Magi of Reim; Scheherazade, the one who was related so closely to Titus and held enormous influence over the citizens of her empire.

He recalled her fragile appearance as she stood on the battlefield but also her ability to render everyone frozen in respect with a single step. Even though the magi had stopped her assault on Magnostadt, she had listened to his reasons and even allowed for a ceasefire. Reasonable and considerate, Aladdin had hoped that they would be able to agree on bringing the war to a halt— especially with rumor of the Kou Empire planning to invade— but before such negotiations could be made, he had been brought to Hive City. Fortunately— or perhaps, unfortunately— it appeared she had been taken from their world as well. Given the circumstances, the magi thought it would be best for him to find her as soon as possible.

And, as fate would have it, Aladdin would have no trouble locating the petite female, white rukh glimmering faintly as if thankful that destiny was continuing to run its course. All signs of injury from the previous war had healed in the time he had spent here, allowing the child to stand confidently before her.

“Lady Scheherazade.” The way his friend had consistently referred to her had rubbed off on him. “So, you’re here, too….”

“If you don’t mind…” he paused, bright blue eyes meeting with hers. “I’d like to speak with you.”

#feel free to timeskip it so that they arrive and sit down and everything!! or well please do adaksd #sorry my reply is so laaate #lovedbyrukh

Scheherazade had noticed Aladdin's approach even before he spoke up, the increase in white rukh that flew by and the unique sensation that only a Magi could give off was unmistakable. And since the rukh was white, it could only have been one of a certain two, whose identity the voice confirmed right away. Turning around to face him, the Magi's eyes opened slightly, taking a good look at Aladdin's features. Since she only saw him for a brief moment before, she was glad to be able to get a better look now, off the battlefield. Though in a way, that may not have been a very pleasant thing, to meet again in such a place.

"Aladdin.. was it?" She had heard of him through Titus' reports, so she at least knew his name.

Emerald hues meet the other Magi's, she gives a small nod, acknowledging his request. "I do not mind, either. I would like to speak with you as well."

She had a good idea of the matters that Aladdin probably wanted to bring up. Though they were out on the street, it would probably be a good idea to go somewhere more private, more quiet to talk. They wouldn't want unnecessary outside interruptions after all, and besides, she'd much rather sit and be able to talk at ease rather than be on edge out on the roads and around all those people.

"Shall we head to a quieter space? I believe it would be easier to have our talk there, rather than right here." She didn't exactly have any specific place in mind yet, and she wouldn't want to settle for a cafe or any kind of store, and parks were still too open.. "Would you prefer to go to your own apartment? As I do not have my own, I have been living with Mu. It leave the choice up to you."

ephemeral .

The sudden collision would initially cause him to narrow his eyes in irritation, annoyed that he would need to force himself to pretend everything was fine to some stranger who had neither a clue of his situation or the decency to watch where they were going. It was only when he caught glimpse of the woman’s elegant blonde locks that he froze up, emerald eyes shaking slightly as they confirmed that she was none other than the ephemeral magi.

“L-Lady Scheherazade!“

His hands are taken by hers and he calms somewhat, as if her mental stability was being shared with him. Blinking at the staff that fell to the ground momentarily, he returned his gaze to her. The magi’s voice alone offered a degree of comfort to him, yet her existence in this city was so questionable that he could not convince himself to feel entirely relived. What’s more, she herself did not exactly radiate confidence, her tone masking what he observed as shock.

Titus restrained himself from asking the barrage of questions on his mind and instead answered hers after a long pause. ”Yes, I’m alright. I’m sorry to have troubled you.“ After some internal debate on how to begin, he quietly spoke up once more.

“There have been countless disappearances in our world.” He explained, attempting to be of some use by reporting what he knew. “Several search parties have been dispatched, all looking for someone different. Aladdin, you, many of nobility… there are even rumors that the Kou Empire’s magi has gone missing. Since no replacement for them has appeared, some say that the world is gradually falling into chaos. Others believe it to be some kind of conspiracy.” Allowing the information to be processed, he posed a question.

“Is there… any way for us to return to Reim?”

His hands slide out of hers and drop to his sides, his gaze also falling downward. There’s a part of him that knows the answer already; if there had been an escape, the magi would have used it long ago, but he still tried to place hope that it was somehow possible.

“We need to return as soon as we can, my lady!”

#invitus #throws all these replies at you #drafts drafts drafts #i hope this is enough to work with!

As he speaks, she continues to keep his hands in hers, as if he would vanish into thin air if she were to let go. It was as comforting as it was distressing to see him here, glad to have him around but at the same time concerned for his well-being and the future of their own world. Her grip on his hands changes from time to time in reaction to his words, sometimes tightening up and then relaxing again soon afterwards, at the same time careful that she didn't hurt him.

The priestess falls silent, her thoughts a jumbled mess. There was no way out of here, was there..? She couldn't leave of her own will. The skies seemed endless, the city's streets neverending. Ah, this could probably be bad for her heart. She had begun to hold her breath as she processed this new information, worries and concerns only adding and building onto the stress she already felt. Not to say she wasn't grateful for the information, and despite the fact that she wasn't hopeful for any good news, she was worried.

She only manages to take a deep breath once more when Titus slides his hands out of hers, snapping her back to reality -- yes, this was reality. A cruel one, one that she couldn't escape from. There were many times where the situation felt surreal, where it felt that she couldn't possibly get out of it, but always managed to. But this one.. was on a whole other level.

“We need to return as soon as we can, my lady!"

Scheherazade responds at last, though her voice is quiet; tired.

"I know."

Her eyes open slightly, lips turning to a frown. She wanted to go back too -- she needed to. But.. how? There had to be a way, but.. she couldn't figure it out. Even when she thought she'd figured out a good way to try, upon further thinking, she'd realized it would be useless. There was too little information about this place as well, which only made this task so much more difficult.

There were no words to describe how much she wanted to return. How badly she wanted to find a way. She didn't expect a path to just open up to her -- she knows that she has to think for herself, carve out the path on her own, sometimes even with the help of others. It was exhausting, draining, that this sort of situation would be thrown at her now, of all times.

There was the problem with their real body to think about, too. But she pushes this to the back of her mind for now, focusing her thoughts on ways of escape, which would only lead to more frustration.

Moving to pick up the wooden staff, she holds it upright once more, taking a deep breath in an attempt to relax herself, if only for a moment.

"Mu is here, as well."

"But... aside from him, I also sense the presence of several Magi. Titus, please remain by my side for now. If we are to be separated, please return to Mu's living quarters whenever you need to." She tells him of Mu's apartment and sector, pointing with the head of her staff the direction of it. Since they were probably fancier than the other buildings, the apartment building shouldn't be that hard to find. "For now.. shall we head there, Titus? I would like for Mu to know that you are here now, as well."

ephemeral .

White walls trapped a trembling magician stunned into silence. Panic shrouded the mind so intensely that the scientist’s recorded presentation through the futuristic screen barely registered. Titus instead found himself distracted by the blood-stained jacket the surgeon wore, eyes instantly widening with alarm.

To think he had been kidnapped into another universe entirely was enough for denial to emerge, yet there was a part of him that felt inclined to believe it. For one, it would provide a suitable reason for the multiple disappearances that had been plaguing the world he came from; the vanishings of several magi, nobility, and others that caused an incredible uproar in every empire. And secondly, it would explain why the city he had been shoved into was so technologically more advanced than anything he’d ever seen or heard of.

Ivory hues stared blankly at foreign vehicles before they became overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people who passed him without so much as a second glance. Even if he had been correct about the location of his missing allies, finding them was another problem entirely. He did not even have a means of contacting Lady Scheherazade, as the stones that had served as a means of communication had shattered long ago— back when he had been called the traitor of the Reim Empire.

“Just what am I supposed to do?”

Unable to shake the stress that came with isolation, the magician attempted to find comfort in his abilities. Fencing foil held tightly in his grip, he tried to manipulate the gravity beneath him in order to float through the city to conduct an effective search. Unfortunately, his efforts were to no avail. Unresponsive rukh converted anxiety into pure dread, his emotions escalating beyond self restraint.

“Wh- what..?! Why!?”

“What the hell!? What’s going on!?”