#thextremus

[kazeofthemagun]

Starter for @thextremus​ :

The stagnant air crackled with a flash of violet light, and a vortex of strange energy spawned in the hall of a certain sorceress’ castle.

“Gah!”

He barked out a muffled curse as he staggered out of his hand-crafted portal, Soil spiral dissipating into thin dust that followed him lazily with each shaky step.

The demon presence at Transit Station 505 caught him by surprise and as much as he hated to admit it, he might have expended his energy faster than what he was prepared for.

He steadied himself and looked around. His surroundings were unfamiliar, but, if his prior experience with Summon Spirit-driven teleportation was to be trusted, there must have been a strong Chaotic presence in that world that had beckoned him there. He shook his head.

❝ All I see is evil, everywhere. ❞

He took a hearty chug of a Mega-Potion and set off silently along the shaded passageway, stalking the halls like the wind.

However, mere stealth is not quite the method of choice should one wish to go unnoticed in the domain of a witch, after all.

He could feel a presence watching his every move. Another good reason to have his gun at the ready.

He would have to wait and see what the observer’s motives were. Regardless, if there were any clues about Chaos to be gleaned, all the better for him.

And all be damned, he would obtain the information he came for; His way, or the hard way.

[sunny-explosions]

@thextremus​ |  Liked for a starter

As if it’s not bad enough that she’s been unable to sleep well, opting to go on solitary walks when her worries about managing her powers keep her up until late hours, now she’s hearing voices.

Sensing a presence in her mind that should, in all likelihood, be dead.

“...I must be imagining things.” That’s what she tells herself, and even though there is very little confidence in her voice, the words that were spoken just for reassurance do exactly the opposite; Selphie can feel herself tense and the hair on the back of her neck stand up, already knowing her fear could very easily manifest if she doesn’t keep it under control. “No way was that her voice. It couldn’t be.”

[hartofbalamb]

( @thextremus continued from x )

  “People say I’m too quiet — told me that all my life...” he took a step toward her, the tip of the blade hanging from his grasp scraping the ground with a sharp iron thrum. 

  “Guess they’re right,” he lifted his blade, pointing it at her with a leveling of storm-blue eyes. “I can spot a lot of talk when I see it.” 

  He let silence hang between them for a moment. His language. His own breath — his pulse— ringing in his ears like an all-too-familiar voice from an age in which he couldn’t find his own.

  That age had passed.

  “You’d better hope Time swallows me whole. If I make it out the other side, well-...” he trailed off, thumb lifting to cock the trigger, priming the barrel of his gunblade with that heavy click.

[paintedpugilist-blog]

@thextremus

    “What do you want? I’m not in the mood.”

[kazeofthemagun]

[So, since it is Rusty's (@thextremus etc.) birthday today... :) ]

Kaze: "Enjoy the day your mortal woes began..."

Me: Kaze this is NOT how you hold a cake?!

Kaze: "Meh."

[cursedfortune]

Tap. :)

Loud and Deafening Silence ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . @thextremus

“!!” The witch’s head turned to find the sorceress besides her and the focus she had upon the tome is instantly broken. Coal eyes spark with a familiar - a warmth now being directed upon Ultimecia. Ah, it had been a good minute since she had been in the company of one both so akin to a witch and yet vastly differently. The attitude above all felt all too right for her to be around. It may be odd to those that viewed Ultimecia unfavorably but there was a familiarity to the woman, a calming comfort that lured Mortem in. Not that it made her any less playful.

“What a sight for sore eyes, lovely! Do join me, won’t you?” Mortem made room where she had been sitting, sliding to the other end of the bench and tucking her legs inwardly in order to face the woman. All to eager to engage, it would seem.

[light-of-judgment]

Naughty or nice?

Send me “naughty or nice?” and I’ll tell you if my muse would leave your muse a christmas gift

Sure he’d leave her a gift. In the form of a flaming bag of chocobo poo on her front step. 

[light-of-judgment]

7 and 15.

Your Muses backstory

7. What is their fondest memory? Their worst?

I’ve already answered this but I’ll just list another set of good and bad memories and extend it into the after-game canon.

Fondest: Meeting Ardyn. I mean, the man pissed him off enough to get run through with a sword within 15 minutes but I feel like things worked out in the end. They created a worthy goal, bonded over destruction, decided they could rule everything together, and have a life together now. Meeting him is still the fond memory though, because the immortality aspect really did make the strange man far more interesting.

Worst: Meeting Gestahl. Yes, he was an orphan and the Emperor was a very rich man had honeyed words and promises at the time, but in hindsight, Kefka does not look back on being taken out of that filthy, horrible orphanage fondly for very obvious reasons. 

Thanks for the ask!