Nov 26, 2014
esumi-yan
❝Guess y'caught me. But.. I mean.. It's such a big stick! And it's got a face! Can y'blame me for wanting it!? Please don't call the Serpents on me!--❞
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esumi-yan
❝Guess y'caught me. But.. I mean.. It's such a big stick! And it's got a face! Can y'blame me for wanting it!? Please don't call the Serpents on me!--❞
Different Shades of White (A Re-examining of Conjury)
esumi-yan
It had been a long while since Y'shtola had truly reflected on magicks - in particular, it had been some time since she had since looked back on conjury. Though she considered herself nowhere close to white mages and great conjurers of eld, a scholar such as her often considered herself worth her own salt enough to never even consider returning to basic forms. As turbulence seemed ready to arise at any moment however, the thought had occurred to her to revisit such basics whilst she had the opportunity to do so.
The question, then, lay in whence she would receive such tutelage. For while she could without much effort study on her own, as she usually did, there was appeal and much benefit in learning with a fellow conjurer or one more experienced in teaching the art. For one, the viewpoints of another could greatly expand her own knowledge of white magicks, as well as point out flaws in her own practices.
There was very little chance - if any at all, as giving any onze of possibility would be fairly generous - that she could enlist the assistance of her native Sharlayan. Considering the perilous state that the home of the Students of Baldesion so far seemed to be in (for vanishing into naught but thin air was no happy instance), that was not an avenue in which she could venture either.
It was Gridania then that she quickly came to settle on - namely the Conjurer's Guild in the forest city-state. Courteous by fault, she had sent a short missive stating her intentions and a polite request for tutelage under the guild's current master.
She arrived by way of a Teleport spell and made her way to the Stillglade Fane. Ears swiveled slowly, raising up as if listening to the soft whispers of the fickle spirits that dwelled and lingered in the very air and walls of the Fane, and for a moment her eyes slipped closed as she walked deeper into the earth nestled home of the guild, 'til she reached its heart and likewise, its master.
This whole world was so disorienting, people with cat features were running around and there was all sorts of magic in the air, most notably coming from a man, crouching near someone on the side of the road. Both of the strangers stood, one bowing to the other repeatedly in what could only be described as frantic thanking.
"Excuse me sir, may I ask you a question?"
"Why the horns?"
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Send me a “☁” if you’re too intimidated to RP with me.
Unchained; I talk with you all the time. I assure you that is as good as it gets. There is literally nothing that changes between there and here...gimmie a shot!
❤ // ❥ // ☾ // ✖ // ♆ // ۞
❤ : Describe a physical action that shows complete trust.
Ale will only fall asleep around people she can trust; the mentality is “I feel safe enough to let my guard down and trust that I’ll wake up in the morning.”
Allen is more prone to showing strong emotion around trusted friends and family.
If Alioth lets you hold or see the dagger his dad gave him, you know you’ve earned his trust. It’s his prized possession and essentially his only memento of the only family he ever had, so he always takes incredible care not to have it stolen or leave his hand.
❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust.
Ale will pretty much just say it outright; as the most expressive of the twins, she’s usually pretty good in vocalising and expressing physically her thoughts except when it comes to romance oops
Allen will start to use nicknames.
Alioth stops being a formal stoic.
☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing?
Ale finds some place quiet to meditate or she’d take Castor out on a run.
Allen's first thing would be seeing if there's anything that can be added to his journal, then he'd see if his sword and shield need polishing. After that he probably just lies in bed and contemplates life.
Alioth likes to stare at the stars and trace constellations and recount the mythos that put them there. He’ll also chat with the dagger that his father gave him as if it were his father. It's his way of journalling.
✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive.
Do something to disturb the aether; Ale'll definitely get antsy about that. More plausibly, mentioning the greenwrath to her will also achieve a similar effect.
Talking dirty to Allen is a surefire way to make him uncomfortable. So long as you don’t bring his sister into it; then you might just get him angry.
Tell Alioth you side with the Monetarists/Syndicate or tell him you have information on a plot against Nanamo and/or Raubahn.
♆ : Are they prone to violent outbursts or thoughts?
Ale's probably the most prone, though exactly how prone would depend on the subject matter. If it’s about Lalafell eating or badmouthing her family/friends, she won’t hesitate to be violent. Threaten Sy’era, her brother, or the Scions and she’ll definitely be after your throat. Most other things though she’d just get peeved with you, but her responses would be more on the sarcastic sassy side rather than the violent end.
Allen's triggers are the same as Ale's, but he's usually more rational and will rebuke you about the matter. Most of the time the only reason he becomes violent is if you're violent to him first.
The least prone would be Alioth. He’s 95% doormat, and even if you directly insult the Sultana, Raubahn, the paladins, or his dad, he’s more likely to verbally defend them than actually punch you in the face.
۞: Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?
Ale never really had very many “inner demons” until after the raid on the Waking Sands. While she’s had her moments worrying that she’s casting her conjury incorrectly, it wasn’t something that would constantly haunt her. After having to bury the Scions and Noraxia, though, Ale’s constantly afraid that she’ll lose the others just as suddenly again. She’s also scared of losing them to tempering too; after witnessing the families of the Flames she had been with when she’d faced Ifrit the first time, she’s reminded that as far as she knows, all the Archons aren’t protected by the Echo. Apart from the fact that it got him possessed by an Ascian, Ale was actually relieved that Thancred wasn’t there when they got captured by the Amal’jaa, and she was worried for Y’shtola, Cid, Alphinaud, the Storms, and Urianger when she had to fight the other primals.
Allen has always been insecure about his role as the older brother. He’s a calmer temperament than his sister, which means that she’s often the one taking the lead in initiating adventures as children. His inability to protect her from a morbol when they were younger still haunts him, because in his own eyes it was a failure to do what the older brother was supposed to do. This has since transferred to his role as a paladin, and he always wonders if he’s strong enough to protect the things he’d sworn he would protect.
One of the things that will haunt Alioth forever is the fact that his mom died at childbirth. I guess you could call it survivor’s guilt or something idek but even though he had no control over it, he still feels like he’s responsible for killing his mom simply by being inside of her and having to come out. His father never brought the subject up during any kind of disagreement, and in fact was the one who most fervently advocated against that kind of mindset when Alioth confessed this particular demon. But even though his father never blamed him for it, he always felt the guilt regardless.
[for singing meme!] He is merely taking a stroll, a single Wailer behind him idling along, until the sound of singing reaches attentive ears. Ahead, a Lalafell sings, and in the interest of listening, he reclines against a tree to gaze upward as he hears the song. Odd, perhaps, but -- why pause the singer?
My character is currently singing to themselves, thinking that they’re alone. Send your character’s reaction upon walking in on my character singing.
"To love and kiss, to sweetly hold for the dancing and the dreaming..."
It was a song from her childhood, one that her grandfather had sung to her grandmother in the days of their courting, and that her father had learned to sing to her mother in theirs. It was a song that brought back memories of a golden childhood and a happy home, one that kept the Lalafellin twins grounded to their humble beginnings despite all the reputation they now held in the realm. Certainly, it kept the fame and fortune from going to their heads, and ever mindful of the needy.
Perhaps it was in this moment of personal reverie that caused her to miss it, the whispers of the aether and thus the elementals and the trees. And why wouldn't they, when a Padjal walked in their midst? Of course, Aleleyri had been oblivious to his presence - and that of his escort - until her own lyrics had brought a particular male's face to mind and she abruptly stopped herself to cover her face with her hands, as if by doing so it would stop the blush that was creeping up her cheeks. And she would've thought herself hidden by the outcrop she had seated herself on if it hadn't been for him standing there.
"O-oh! Brother E-Sumi..."
How long were you standing there for?
Her hope was that he hadn't heard any of that. Aleleyri never viewed herself the most talented of singers, and to top it off her face was probably red enough to rival a tomato. Yes, what a perfect way to be seen by her conjury teacher. This is so embarrassing...
[fatal blow meme.] The attack never connected -- opening his eyes, lowering the staff from a defensive posture, E-Sumi quickly realized the reason. Hesitation and shock could not rattle him as he immediately and forcibly gathered the concentration of mind necessary for the white magic he soon cast upon the Seeker to minimize the damage she withstood, as the Wailers nearby rushed to defensive action.
Y’shtola had seen the blow coming by mere milliseconds— not enough time for her to recover mana and cast her trademark barrier of protection. Thought had not fueled her actions but instinct and it was this that moved her when she had thrown herself into the line of attack, body taking the full brunt of the attack.
The pain stole her breath and it was through sheer will that she stood for but a second more, before collapsing at the Padjal’s feet. The hammering of her pulse was loud in her ears, a deafening ringing that echoed through her head with a muffled sound as though heard through water. Her hands clutched at a grievous wound and blood seeped through her fingers even as she felt the familiar sensation of white magicks slowly but surely pulling and weaving back together injured flesh.
"…E-Sumi-Yan— " You are unharmed. went unspoken, dizziness from the adrenaline causing her to nearly keel over.