Sindria's Royal Advisor

Independent Roleplay blog for Ja'far from Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic. I will roleplay with pretty much anyone who wants to, but pardon slowness~ Follows the tag: scarsandserpents M!A: None currently!

[scarsandserpents]

Online

"So much work, so very little time..." 

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Somehow our characters get into a playful wrestling match. Send me a △ and my character will react to feeling yours has become… excited.

"Uh…Okay, Ja’far, I know we don’t usually, you know, wrestle. But uh…you seem to have a little…problem…"

[scarsandserpents]

"Oh..," the words left his lips before he could stop them. He wasn’t even sure he remembered why the tussle had begun in the first place (was it over wine?). That hardly mattered as the mortification set in. "Please, don’t look! I’m…" the words seemed more keen to stutter on his lips. "I’m dearly sorry, Sin…" 

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"It’s not your fault, really. But uh…I didn’t think that you were like that…at all…You want to, you know, fix that?"

[scarsandserpents]

The question only caused the advisor's face to go even more red, if that was possible at this point. He just wanted to disappear... go hide back in his office. "I.. yes, it would probably be best," his tone was almost shaky. "I.. just need a few moments. My chambers." He'd be back when it was finished. 

[scarsandserpents]

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"Indeed they are." It was never this calm in Sindria, so Sinbad was going to let it sink in. It would have been nice if everyday would have been like this, but Sin knew that couldn’t be helped. "I can’t really find anything to bring my spirits down."

[scarsandserpents]

It was always good to see his King in such great spirits, especially when Sindria was so calm. It was days like this that made the struggles that much better, that much more worth it. "It's so rare that that happens. It's almost odd there isn't something." Which probably meant as soon as they departed, he would find something. 

[rexpravitate-deactivated2014030]

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Somehow our characters get into a playful wrestling match. Send me a △ and my character will react to feeling yours has become… excited.

"Uh…Okay, Ja’far, I know we don’t usually, you know, wrestle. But uh…you seem to have a little…problem…"

[scarsandserpents]

"Oh..," the words left his lips before he could stop them. He wasn't even sure he remembered why the tussle had begun in the first place (was it over wine?). That hardly mattered as the mortification set in. "Please, don't look! I'm..." the words seemed more keen to stutter on his lips. "I'm dearly sorry, Sin..." 

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My character has had a rough day and lays their head on your character's shoulder/lap. Send me your muses reaction.

[scarsandserpents]

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"Good evening, Sin," Ja’far offered with a smile. "Lovely evening, isn’t it?" 

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"Ah Ja’far. It’s good to see you in a good mood. Yeah, it is quite lovely tonight, huh."

[scarsandserpents]

"The stars are shining quite brightly," he offered, choosing to discard the comment about being in a good mood. He'd managed to get himself ahead on his work for the time being, and while there were always stacks to be worked on it was nice sometimes to put them aside... At least for a short while. "You seem in bright spirits as well." 

[scarsandserpents]

From the Advisor's Desk (OoC)

I really must be off to bed now x.x I have class early in the morning and sleep is important. 

So I will respond to tags tomorrow when I get up! Super excited for more roleplay. 

Until then, good night~ (Or morning or evening depending)

[scarsandserpents]

baby-judal started following you

[child-of-depravity]

"Oh…" Judal lowered his head some, he could not go to that place though, he sounded like he was a nice man but he couldn’t help him…the Al Tharmen were too strong. No one could help him get free of them, that was okay though, he would just stay where he was and be the best damn priest he could be, because that’s all he had. He didn’t have family, nor people that cared about him, so he couldn’t very well get excited at the promise of some place and some person. That was the dream of others. "It sounds nice…I’m glad you all got a nice king who can protect you." 

[scarsandserpents]

"I'm sure Sinbad would be very fascinated to meet you," Ja'far offered. Sinbad was far better at winning people over to his side. Ja'far lost patience, got short with people... had a tendency of pulling weapons at insults. Sinbad was the much better talker of the two. But this child... perhaps children were easier to deal with. "We all need someone to help protect us. Sindria tries to offer that to everyone. It is a fascinating place you might enjoy." It would offer the child a freedom he didn't seem to have... Was this how Judal had ended up the way he had? 

[scarsandserpents]

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[serpentine-hatred]

The assassin, still very much cold and violent as he was, moved to settle on the ground right there, legs and arms crossed as cold steel hues gazed to the one before him. “Mn..” He listened closely to what his older self had to tell himself and tilted his head a bit. Well…he could compare a few things there- 

"After Valefor, that asshole caught me. I tried to kill him but he beat me…Then let me join them for whatever reason." So, he could understand to an extent about being offered something better. Though that brought new thoughts to his mind that made his brows furrow in confusion. He wanted to fight this older self and see how strong he was. But at the same time, some questions needed to be answered. 

"Fine. First off, did Sham Lash send people after you to be executed? And another thing- where are Vittel and Mahad?" Things he wanted to know badly. Did he care for those two imbeciles? No…or…he thought otherwise anyway. He was just curious. 

That aside, he found his older self seeming…more interesting with each answered question. The way he spoke- ok maybe he didn’t lose that attitude he clung to so much. Maybe he wasn’t so boring. So, he’d just take the time for a moment and learn things of another timeline that could happen to him.

[scarsandserpents]

Ja'far remained standing, feeling at least slightly relieved the other moved to sit. But then, only slightly. He had a feeling if he sat the other would be able to move much more quickly than he- a chance he wasn't willing to take. 

"Sin does often have strange reasons for doing things..." Things that, to this day, caught the advisor off guard and left him scrambling. For all his years around the other, he never ceased to be able to take him by surprise. "But it is those very same reasons that have allowed him much of his success. And helped many others." It was better to keep vague, in case the child version of himself thought about seeking out others. Though perhaps the child was not so inclined to violence as he thought. If he had joined Sinbad... perhaps he was on his way to change himself?

This offered a small chuckle. "Surely you know the answer to that," he responded. "What member would get away with such treason and not face such attempts?" He'd been lucky to have Sinbad, Hinahoho, even Drakon. Alone, he might not have been so lucky. But he didn't particularly like speaking of the others.. "Mahad and Vittel... we lost contact with each other." He presumed them dead, captured and punished for thier chief's insolence. But he couldn't be certain. He'd never crossed paths with them again, however. Even when they could have been offered haven...

Perhaps his younger self wasn't quite so bad. Perhaps he was making the change. If he could foster such growth, then it would only be his duty, wouldn't it? 

[scarsandserpents]

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[child-of-depravity]

He blinked as he heard the name. “Sin…bad?” He tilted his head, this way and that as he tried to decipher the special meaning of the name, however the person attached to it bore no significance to the child just yet. “Who is Sinbad?” He questioned looking interested, his crimson hues full of wonder, anyone with a name like that must be pretty special. Though he also kept his distance from the adviser, mostly out of force of habit, he was still young and impressionable as the masked figures liked to state. He sighed and waited for his answer. 

[scarsandserpents]

"Sinbad is my king," he responded, "And a very good, very old friend." Sinbad would probably grimace if he heard the phrase, which caused the advisor to smile slightly at his own unintentional joke. But it was so different to see Judal like this. Excited, curious. And not quite as destructive. Though he could still feel a barrier between them, one he hoped might break down with time. "He founded a whole country for people who needed somewhere new to go. He gave a lot of people new homes." Himself included. "He helped many of us to discover we didn't want to be what we'd been told we had to." 

[scarsandserpents]

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[scarsandserpents]

"Excuse me," Ja’far nearly huffed, tugging his robes out of the other’s hands as he pulled them up to reveal the scars. If that movement hadn’t been enough, he was already on guard. The other circling him. It felt almost… predatory. And he should know. Eleven years previous, he would have been the very same. And it immediately put him on guard, ready to summon his own weapons in need be. 

He almost laughed at the notion of being prepared to fight himself. 

"I am you," he responded flatly. "No bullshit here. Except for the filth coming from you." Though that was to be expected. He had been… quite coarse as a young child. He liked to think he was better now. 

[serpentine-hatred]

The fuck happened to him? For one, why was he here in this time era and for two, why did his older self seem like such a pansy mother fucker? The assassin stopped before the other, staring up at him in confusion. “So.,….That’s what…he meant by…being his adviser?” Ew…Ewewew- he even seemed…tame! Why!? It was gross!

"Do you even have these still:?" He shifted and pulled one of the blades from his robes, holding it up to be seen by the adviser that stood before him. Ah, how’d he change so much? "Where’s your bandages and- what about the other assholes? Vittel? Mahad? And- you- look so- Just-" How did he put that into words? 

"So we even still fight anymore?" Wow, he didn’t know he’d have so many questions but he couldn’t help it! "What happened to us?!"

[scarsandserpents]

"I take it you've spoken to Sinbad," he offered, still watching the other. He wasn't willing to take his eyes off him. He knew himself well enough not to trust him. He needed to keep his eyes on him.. for any sign of attack. 

"Of course I do," he responded, voice tight. He drew one of his own daggers out of his robes, showing it to the smaller version of himself. He found himself quickly bombarded by a stream of other questions, each one causing his frown to deepen. Had he really been so concerned with violence when he was so young? Wait. He didn't really need to even answer that. 

"What happened?" he'd tackle that question, maybe it would answer some of the others. "I found something more satisfying then slitting throats and selling my services to whoever could pay the price. Sham lash had little on Sinbad." They hadn't even been able to train him well enough to dispose of the other. "Sinbad was kind enough to give me that opportunity. I fight, when I have need of it, but my talents are better served elsewhere these days." He didn't expect the other to understand at all. Telling a younger self of all he had done, of the changes that had come over him, would do little. 

It was hard to believe the gap that had opened between what he had been and what he was now... 

[scarsandserpents]

baby-judal started following you

[child-of-depravity]

"I’m not allowed that choice…" Judal stated quietly, he had accepted that even at this age, he’d been told what he must do, and he knew that he had no other option; he didn’t have a way out. "I have to be the priest to the Al Tharmen…I gotta do it otherwise they’ll throw me away like they did my parents…" He shrugged and stared up at the other, showing that it made little difference to him. "What about you Ja’far? Are you okay with what you do?" 

[scarsandserpents]

If Ja'far was at all surprised by the way his heart was tugged by those statements, it was buried in layers of concern for the small child before him. He understood all too well the feeling of having no choice... nothing else ahead of you. And it was something that had been changed drastically when Sinbad had come into his life. "Surely there's some other path you might be able to take," he responded, though he stopped himself before extending a hand. Natural and tempered wariness of Judal kept him from making that last leap yet. "I like what I'm doing now much more than what I was doing before. Sinbad helped me find a way out." 

[scarsandserpents]

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[serpentine-hatred]

"I hope you’re not fuckin’ serious. Really? Magic? Psshh-" The assassin gazed to the older self, moving in a circle around him. This…was his older self right? The boy peered under the robes, only enough to see the scars on this man’s legs. Yep, it was himself alright, just…older. 

If this is what Sinbad meant by him being his adviser in the future- ew no. Thoise robes and- the way he was acting even- “So you’re ‘spose to be…me but…older? Is that the bullshit I’m seeing here?” What the hell had happened to him? He looked…soft…and- Just..no.

[scarsandserpents]

"Excuse me," Ja'far nearly huffed, tugging his robes out of the other's hands as he pulled them up to reveal the scars. If that movement hadn't been enough, he was already on guard. The other circling him. It felt almost... predatory. And he should know. Eleven years previous, he would have been the very same. And it immediately put him on guard, ready to summon his own weapons in need be. 

He almost laughed at the notion of being prepared to fight himself. 

"I am you," he responded flatly. "No bullshit here. Except for the filth coming from you." Though that was to be expected. He had been... quite coarse as a young child. He liked to think he was better now. 

[scarsandserpents]

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Ja'far was caught momentarily speechless by the figure that stood before him. It was a figure he hadn't known for a long time... and had never expected to stand face to face with. At least, not like this. This couldn't be possible, could it? 

"If this is some kind of play of magic, it's not very amusing," he offered, more to the surrounding area than the child standing in front of him. How else could he be confronting... himself? 

[scarsandserpents]

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"Good evening, Sin," Ja'far offered with a smile. "Lovely evening, isn't it?" 

[scarsandserpents]

baby-judal started following you

[child-of-depravity]

"Ja…far?" Judal tried the name out before crimson hues stared up in curiosity at the adviser whom was speaking about a place called Sindria. So this was someone that held a position of importance? That didn’t hold his attention for very long, he was at that stage in his life where all he wanted to do was just hear a ‘good job’ from someone and even though he’d been with the Al Tharmen for four years, he was still learning. "That sounds boring…" 

[scarsandserpents]

"It might be to some," he responded, offering the child at least a small smile. If he could appeal to Judal, perhaps he could get through to the child. It would be so much better if he could grow up into something... different. "But it's something that must be done. I'm just the one that has to do it." He'd taken on the job with a certain sense of pride when offered it, though as a child he would have gagged at the idea of such a job. "Do you have any idea what you'd like to do when you get older?" 

[scarsandserpents]

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[scarsandserpents]

"I know how much you dislike it," Ja’far responded. "But the more quickly you finish it, the more free the rest of your day is…" Offering incentive was generally a good way to get things done around the palace, anyhow. And Sinbad wasn’t the only one he had to coax by any means… "I’ve handled most of it." 

[sinbad-no-ousama]

"I know, I know.." He sighed. "I don’t need you to remind me, Ja’far.."

[scarsandserpents]

"I am only performing my role as advisor," he responded. "I can return to other duties if you find it a nuisance." Sinbad would hear of it later, if he didn't get done what needed to be done. But he had other things could attend to for the time being.