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[ Continuation from here / @meepinmeat and @inventor-zanie ]
(Feli takes the draconic scale as Zanie hands it to him, immediately sensing magic from it.)
You are right... This is undoubtedly powerful Essail magic. It feels unique, too...
My best guess is the Queen's, since only her powers can be this immense...
But, if so, why would her magic be present on this...
You Startled The Witch Magister!⚠️
Beware She Who Rises Upon The Blood Moon. By its call, she sharpens her claws and unleashes a war cry both furied and sorrowed.
"What is your true aim, False One?"
"Halia's God of Harvest has fallen.. and a mysterious figure in disguise appears."
TOD is about to drop real soon and I cannot WAIT MFFGGGHHHH. I can't wait to rock Elysia around for the upcoming season and get to learn more of the Magister Supreme Merlin we saw in the trailer. Am just saying, it's Elysia's turn to be Fake Merlin here because she actually used to be the prototype of the title before Marilyn.
And while she may be their false god, by all means she has the power, authority and divinity(..? Heheh) of one. Can you guys tell I really fuck with the plot of TOD and pretty much running with it already? 😋🤭
"Papa.."
Is the first thing that greets Cyran's ears before his eyes would lay upon his now-daughter, Fyona, standing in his office in front of the glass display where Cynthia and Thorne rest with a look of utter bafflement and slight concern the moment he enters.
"Ah, how.. uhm.." The young Magister struggles to find the words to describe the situation to him. It was nothing alarming, if anything quite the opposite once he joins her side to see what exactly has caught her off-guard. Lo and behold, there Cynthia was with a reasonable enough yet still comically capybara-shaped silouhette protruding from wherever the stomach of a snake is. With Cynthia herself looking and feeling unbothered- if not- satisfied even.
"I think there's a capybara inside her belly.. did she- how did she.."? Poor Merlin Jr was at a loss of words and judging from this, he can atleast deduce this was certainly not her doing. Not that it'd be in character for her anyway.
...
*For a moment Cyran stands still next to the young lady, observing the serpentarium for anything unusual.*
Hm, why the confusion, Fyona? Cynthia has always consumed food like this. The shape is surely situational, since she would have crushed the bones of her prey, molding it to appear in any shape imaginable.
The bigger question here is how her prey ended up inside the serpentarium? I have yet to provide her with her usual dinner and nobody but I should handle my snakes to begin with.
!!
You did not notice anything unusual when you entered? Any remaining magic residue? Anything else moving about my study?
[Takes place right after the fight between Merlin and Cyran ends]
Mg. Memphis would update the Queen on the situation of Savannah, the Hall of Ancients' return along with Orion's, Cassadee's and Peggy's- of whom apart from the Prince- are holding the line up front. King Rolan's reappearance from the fox..
Gwendolyn would express her formal gratitude to her though before she could send this Merlin off, a sorrowful expression would grow on Memphis's face. Her emotional pain evident to the Queen as she chokes out a sob, "Why.. why did he have to go? C- Cyran, I.."
Her Majesty can see she's trying her best not to break down, standing strong as the First Seat.. yet crumbling as the wife of the traitorous Chief Court Mage. Gwendolyn had seen and heard it all through the barrier, Memphis desperately trying to pull Cyran out as he gets dragged down into the Abyss. His surprising effort to bring himself close to her with their hands intertwined, the intimate whisper to each other and a heartwrenching kiss shared between them before madness and the Abyss rightfully claimed him, leaving a shattered Merlin behind.
✧ ...
The struggle and strength to stand without faltering before her has not escaped Gwendolyn. The distraction of duty has supported Memphis to hold up but now...
✧ Memphis... I am so very sorry. Fate has not been merciful on you and I cannot imagine what you must feel. Being close to someone who has so bitterly betrayed us all - Cyran...
✧ You carry a heavy burden. Both personally and as Merlin. Please know that you are always welcome as my personal guest and that I will support you in any way that I possibly can.
✧ I, too, love Maximilian dearly. When his health deteriorated, I found the increase of work strangely soothing. The burden of governance distracted me, and gave me a feeling of purpose and support to the man I love.
✧ I fear... that is all I know to say.
It's back to regularly scheduled routine of dealing with deathly matters after Morgan's Valentines Joke Roses bonanza, those letters and delivery of the roses sure took alooot of effort after all.
Though upon returning to his workstation, he would be met with an unexpected sight atop his dissecting table. The stench was what hit him first, with how it intwined both decay, iron and cursed corruption to create a particular scent that stood out from the usual rot he's long since gotten used to. Then the source of the aroma itself came view.
A statuesque woman with a toned and endowed figure laid seductively on the the cool metal table in a way that also was clearly parodic, especially with his joke rose nesting in her mouth. Long wavy blonde hair cascading down her shoulders as his eyes trail down to the gaping star-shaped wound in the middle of her chest upon her cleavage glowing softly. Her handsome face was the only normal-looking part, save for bloodshot eyes. From the neck down, it has completely darkened to an abyssal point with tinges of blood red swirling in the pool of her bare body.
"Hey Morgan, miss your favourite test subject?" Her deep and low is masculine-esque voice pierced the stunned silence. Awaiting his response, mischievous written all over.
...
Who - are - you?
Flaunting yourself on my precious dissection table with an open chest...
...
Wait. I send you a rose.
I send YOU a rose?
Okay, spill it. Why did I feel compelled to send you that? I have never seen you in my life. And I had a long life by now.
"Dad, dad! Happy Emberlight~"
The low, soft, silky-smooth melodic voice was tinged with a hint of watered excitement and boyish affection as a well-sculpted figure swoops in. Long, pale-blonde hair flowing and onyx-black eyes gleam up at Dionel with little smile. Sporting a near striking semblance to the Celestial himself before he falters,
"Oh wait- Ah.. you're not my Dionel. My bad." He apologizes as he schools his expression to something more cool and gently stoic. "But I'm still curious though. Are there any of your plays that are significant to you? That you fondly remember? Or maybe one you really think deeply of?"
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my name is Celestino." He introduces himself after he's asked.
𖤓☽ Oh? Don't worry about it. Happy Emberlight Festival, Celestino.
𖤓☽ It is noteworthy how we have a lot of resemblances... While I don't exactly do favorites, I'd consider this current play the most interesting yet.
𖤓☽ Particularly, I'm curious as you instinctively called me "dad". I can't help but wonder how the me in your realm managed it...
ೃ༄ Continuing from here and here / @meepinmeat
Unbeknownst to Feli and Velara, Zanie and Vendrix were nearby, having watched and listened to their entire conversation.
They were having Vendrix’s invisibility cloak, thus they weren’t caught.
Ugh! Velara, that zealot! She took Feli away!
It shouldn’t be shocking, from how she can effortlessly convince so many others with all the blasphemous things she says… But ugh.
Let’s try and think of something huh, Vendrix…
Huge glowing bloodshot eyes peer down at Saida from the skies of the depths she's in. Eyeing her curiously in a way as if she was nothing but a tiny little insect being inspected under a microscope.
"..You remind me of my brother in-arms.. the way you fight for your life, to feed yourself.. those spikes.. such hunger. It's nostalgic even."
Suddenly, a giant clawed finger pokes out. Stopping just above Saida's head before a familiar crimson viscous fluid starts dripping from its tip.
"Sate yourself." The higher entity simply says, both as a go-ahead and order.
🩸…
✶ Saida’s roots lift upward, and so do her hands, as if autonomously accepting the blessing from the entity.
🩸…
🩸Familiar.
✶ Just as autonomously, she takes in the rich… vitalizing flavor. Appreciative of said blessing.
