#mvrigny

[winesold]

It had been quite the journey coming all the way here from Dragon's Bridge but he was glad to have finally arrived at the gates of the College of Winterhold and by the Gods what a marvelous site it was. The architecture caught his eye as he passed through the metal bars that contained it; but he was not here for some magic spell or some lesson in the arcane. No, he was here for its Arch-Mage (@mvrigny). His beloved. His Minerva.

It had been ages since he last saw her, and every fledgling he sent to check on her ended up back at his doorstep in pieces. Perhaps if he visited her himself she would be less... brutal.

Adonalius starts asking passing professors questions about her, asking her if she was here, if she were available to talk and most were too busy to give him a clear answer until he manages to convince one of them to rely the message to her that he was here.

[stankycowboy]

❝ are you stalking me or something? ❞

“A frequently asked question” he chuckles, swirling a flask on one of her tables, the liquid sloshing out of sync, a strange color shifting within. It smells like rotting flowers, but there is a temptation to drink, he sets it down; wise from experience of previous experimentation.

“Alas”, he turns toward her, fully facing the woman now, his unkempt appearance vaguely covered by a heavy cloak, “you are mistaken”. From the floor he picks up a bag, the bottom of which is dry, but noticeably darkened; these stains, once fresh, an obvious giveaway to the contents within.

“I merely come bearing gifts”. With a gentle toss he heaves the heavy bag through the air to land at the foot of her desk, knocking into it just enough to rattle the objects upon it. A calm, yet self satisfied smile gives his mischievous intent away.

"Thus concludes the contract, fulfill your end and your stalker I will no longer be".

[martyrshe]

And there it is, the larger than life personality shining through. It's something Philippa can appreciate, even if sometimes it grates on her nerves, feeling almost overwhelming. Indeed, she's always been drawn to the other (who wouldn't, to the Arch Mage of the college of Winterhold?), appreciating the charisma and the confidence. Still, her competetive nature doesn't help, forcing her more often than not to bite her tongue, attempting to avoid too much confrontation.

❛ 𝚍𝚘 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜? ❜

"Everybody dies." She says, tone matter of factly. Yet, after a short pause, her lips slightly curl up at the edges. "Not really, though, no. It's good to see you again, Arch Mage." Seeing @mvrigny once again is nice, really, and for once she is not lying. They've had their divergences in the past, but it's been good for them to butt heads, it stimulates the mind, it keeps them on their toes.

"Dying seems indeed way below you. If I were to say, I'd say you're more the type to haunt people even from the dead."

[ofthescrolls]

@mvrigny asked: ❛ This is a vile accusation. ❜ herma mora

There was slight distorted laughter; a kind that didn't even sound like it was anywhere near, but at the same time, it was coming from everywhere. It was something that, for the most part was amusing. Hermaeus Mora would not and never would make accusations, which were not justified by what he knew. His knowledge may be vast, but even with the vastness, there were parts, which were open ended. Perhaps not everything was true and yet . . . there was still validity in his claims.

"Only to you," he replies bluntly. "Only to the one who does not see the opportunity that was before them."

[ofthescrolls]

@mvrigny asked: “You’ve become part of a bigger universe. You just don’t know it yet.“ tezic

The Argonian snorted as be adjusted his coat. Not that he needed one in reality, but Tezic enjoyed the warmth it gave him. Plus, he thought that it made him look relatively cool in all reality. Not just because it cost him a several... thousand gold or anything like that.

"Don't say it like it's a good thing," he said bluntly. "The last thing I want is to become the target of may more." The Argonian already had enough enemies and the last thing he truly needed was more. He could do without that in his mind, but even he knew it was inevitable to piss off people. Escaping a prison is one thing, but being witness to something world changing was another. If only he was faster, stronger and perhaps maybe slightly smarter, he could have avoided it all together.

Damned fate had other matters in mind and he couldn't simply walk away from the damned thing either.

"Leave the larger universe to those who have the willingness to become part of it."

[fuckedomen]

                   @mvrigny​ said:  you can't be that crazy.  -  yonathan

                  There in his black gaze is a humorless gleam, something dead and cold and stiff. It settles itself upon the witch with a steady hold before slowly slipping away to focus on the task at hand. He cared not to be involved, he rather rot among the desolate ruins beneath the catacombs where several of his fellow brethren lay. Alas he was here. Demetri had given direct orders, ones Yonathan debated on following but found it best to follow through with to allow himself some peace once the task was over. His exploits had been discussed apparently when he was not present. Seemed whomever had spoken of him had put in some form of haste not to converse too much with the witch eater; but that never bothered him. Silence was his preferred method of socializing.  

                   A rebuttal is given in response to her own questions and assumptions that he rewarded with deafening silence. The desire to elaborate on his own life little to no interest to him. Precaution was always given before hand when someone was to work along side him, Demetri and Vicktor ensured that for the sake of whomever was doomed to be in his company. His jaw sets as his eyes once more slowly rise to peer at the woman standing a few feet away, the expression she wears a similar one he’d seen before. Brows rise in just a similar pace, head cocking to one side as he felt his tongue run against his sharp teeth. 

                    “ Six hundred.” It is a simple enough answer. Words deep like abysmal waters they reverberate throughout the room. The blade in his grasp carefully being set down upon the table before he lets his hands rest in plain view. “ I’ve killed six hundred witches and warlocks alike. “ Another beat before he looks to the knife with a fondness that rarely ever graces his angular features, “ I have lost count how many mortal men I have killed. “ An animal like quality Yonthan possessed that many of the others lacked, was his hunger. The drive to continue until his own legs would no longer see fit to serve him and even then he would find other means to acquire the effect or out come he desired. 

                    “ I am indeed that crazy. If only because -- “ a twisted mutation of a smile strings across his lips, handsome and cruel with fangs that gleam a ghostly white. “ I am always starving. “ 

[ofthescrolls]

@mvrigny asked: ❛ It is unsavory, yes. But a sacrifice we must make. ❜ vandar

The Dunmer snorted. It was one thing to be bound by some sort of strings, but another to have to resort to matters, which were in his mind, unnecessary. Vandar was one that thrived on making choices that did not and would not require the sacrifice of anything more than his time. He had duties to attend to and more specifically, his own personal work came first and foremost.

"And who says I am willing to make it?" Point taken and nose even lifted for a moment to show his distaste. "You assume that I will do so, but so far," he says, "I fail to see why it has to involve me."

[stankycowboy]

❝ do you really expect me to believe anything you have to say? ❞

“When have I lied to you?” He raises his hands up in the air, an open and earnest posture, spoiled by a mischievous grin that is hardly trustworthy. “If I say it is the truth, it is”, his posture droops, he falls into a casual lean, thumbs hooking into his belt as he crooks his head to one side, “most likely true”.

There is a flash of defensive irritation “I fail to see why you would be concerned, you didn’t mean for them to survive the trip anyway”. He looks away from her to the wall, hiding ( as much as he can ) the monstrous glint in his eye.

“There are plenty of pieces left”.