The Author's Archive

A text based general OC and AFKJ OC ask and RP sideblog

[themiscellaneousarchive]

Hello everyone! Welcome to the Author's Archive!

This is an OC RP and Ask blog! The four OCs shown above are the current four available to roleplay with!

More information under the cut!

Hope you have fun - The Author Ambrosia

Blog owner: @ambr0sia-art

Lore and further info here >> Unvale

Major thread master post is >here<

Basic info about the OCs:

Meliphsto: Demon Ringmaster. Manipulative. Mood can change at the drop of a hat. Twisted and Vile. His Unvale is here.

Neo: Vigilante/Anti-hero. Sold his soul to the devil to be able to keep going. Sarcastic, stubborn and determined. His Unvale is here.

Magister Linnie: AFK-Journey Merlin OC. Socially awkward, quiet, forgetful. His Unvale is here. Posts with Linnie will be tagged as #magister linnie

Rye: Child of prophecy and a knight. Blunt, sensitive and kind. His Unvale is here. Posts with him will be tagged as #moonchild

->Rules:

No NSFW or Explicit descriptions of gore etc in asks please.

No asks asking about my(the Authors) political views.

This blog is text based for now.

All speech from my sona will be italicised

[magister-cyran]

(It’s late, quiet and cool, the curtains of the study flutter gently in the soft breeze. Perfectly calm until a scent permeates the air. It’s pungent and sickly; along comes with it the sounds of something large slithering closer and the scrape and scratch of claws on the marble floors.

A four armed, serpentine Hypofiend pulls himself up, standing as best he can, a golden glowing wound shines through his shirt, almost pulsating in time with the lashes of his tongue, taking in the room, it flares as his bright eyes lock on to the Chief Court Mage)

“You!”

(His voice and face, through the abyssal corruption twisting them, feel eerily familiar...)

“How did you get back here! How did you change back!”

(He lunges at the mage but stops himself, recoiling and curling his tail closer to him, all of his hands shake; with rage? With fear? With sadness and hurt?)

“Hghh, dammit- Are you happy now? Now that I am finally beneath you… assss a monssster…”

“Wassss it worth it, Ccccyran?”

(The hypofiend waits for an answer, twisting a ring around one of his fingers muttering under his breath)

“...Traitor...”

(OOC note- Post COA)

[ @themiscellaneousarchive ]

Akh! You! Don't--

*Even though the creature announced itself by speaking first, the lunge is quite sudden and a flinch is unavoidable. But the just-as-quick retreat signals that confrontation is not to be expected. Nonetheless, Cyran remains cautious.*

... what? Whatever are you talking about?

I have not left this place in quite a while, nor have I found the need to transformed back into anything... who, in fact, are you?

You call me traitor, but I assure you, I am less of an enemy to you than you think. So explain quickly, for you are an unfortunate visitor to my realm.

[themiscellaneousarchive]

"Oh don't play coy! You know full well what you did!"

(The Hypofiend hisses, tense, eyeing Cyran as he talks)

"Sssso you're going to ssstand there and lie to my face?! That'sss rich coming from-"

(He slides backwards sharply, his purple eyes wide in an expression of hurt which quickly subsides into a howling half-laugh half-sob, slowly stopping to wipe black tears from his eyes and addresses Cyran again)

"You forgot me?! YOU forgot ME?! Am I nothing to you now? Now that I am thisss?"

(The hypofiend hums in thought for a moment)

"Yessss. A traitor. You were once more than a friend to me, but perhaps thisss might give you a refresher on why you are one!"

(With a snap of his fingers, a small memory star appears, perched in his claws. He tosses it to Cyran. Inside is an odd memory, one not quite familiar in actions and words. But the Merlin and dark magic there are.)

"Von Ryeham, at your ssservice. Again."

(Linnie gives Cyran a mock bow, impaitiently waiting for Cyrans acknowledgement)

[magister-cyran]

...

*Cyran catches the memory star, and seeing that the creature, albeit discontent, waits for him, he redirects his attention towards the recording. He does not remember any of the things done or spoken but there was still something familiar about the people within. A Merlin... and his own signature magic.*

Ah, how interesting. Now I do remember you.

Linnie Von Ryeham. Welcome back to my study.

It has been a long time since we last met. Perhaps YOU don't recall that "I" exist outside of your particular dimension. You have crossed space and time to reach me here.

You have changed, and it seems that my counterpart's involvement was significant. Would you care to explain? Even as you are now, I am not opposed to share a cup of tea as we have done before.

[themiscellaneousarchive]

(Linnie watches intensely and yet his barely restrained anger just topples like a house of cards as Cyran reveals an important mote of information. Linnie almost crumples into a heap, quiet, and staring at nothing in particular)

"Of course, of course, it makes sense I would not be allowed to return home..."

(Linnie shrinks into himself, trying to self soothe, his gaze remains averted and he looks... broken. Now all his rage has dissipated)

"Fo-Forgive me for making such a mistake. It's not easy to differentiate you and him. You sound the sssame, look identical, even your magic bears no difference and I suppose, it's safe to sssay, that I have not been in the best state of mind for...for a long time,"

(Linnie stops himself from creating more space between him and Cyran at his request, half slithers half pulls himself closer after a moment and nods)

"Thank you...I'd appreciate that. That'sss the... kindest thing I've heard sssince-"

(His voice breaks and he leaves the thought alone, deciding to explain what had happened. He's got nothing to loose anymore.)

"Not only did he betray me, toy with my feelingsss and curse me, so did the Council. The ones whose aid I'd go to if they ever needed it, and those who ...would... have done the same. Even Dura gave up on me, according to my predecessors..."

(Linnie waits for Cyran to bring tea before continuing, careful to keep all his limbs and tail out of the way)

"During the final encounter with him in Augusta Palace, I don't know what exactly he did but it made my curse go berserk- I managed to ssstop it but- Once I had recovered, the Council summoned me, they aided Dura in ssstripping me of my remaining, uncorrupted humanity and sssstole it. They threw me into the abyss, and it seemssss, they barred me from trying to get back to Esperia, to home too...That's the gist of it. I don't mind explaining partsss further if you request,"

[magister-cyran]

*As Linnie speaks, Cyran turns to his small table and chairs, preparing two cups and the teapot in the centre. Water from the nearby water jug flows through the air and into the teapot and the warm glow of a magic circle beneath it begins to heat up the water.*

Ah, I am used to it by now. I have had so many Merlin's on my doorstep, I believe to have transcended my own humble existence. You, on the other hand, have fallen.

*A gesture beckons Linnie to come closer and even try to take a seat. The water is quietly bubbling and Cyran adds a few dried up herbs into the pot.*

It is your own blend. The one I acquired the last time we spoke... it has proven to be very soothing to my nerves. Once again, you have my thanks.

I dare say, a Merlin being thrown into the ditches by those claiming to have his back, is a somewhat amusing situation. Unthinkable in my own dimension, but ... it seems in yours... fate has played us differently.

Perhaps you should stay. Your dimension has forsaken you, after all. But here... the potential of someone like you... is immeasurable. 

*The tea is ready and Cyran gently pours and serves the cups. He than takes a seat in his own chair.*

What do you say? I can introduce you to someone you might be interested to meet, now that you are... this.

[themiscellaneousarchive]

(Linnie watches for a moment, his eyes following the water as it makes it's way to the teapot, before casting his gaze to the ground)

"Lucky you,"

(Linnie winces at the bitterness of his voice, his expression flickering between embarrassment, fear and annoyance. Keeping his head down, he tries to sit in the offered chair, he does, albeit with difficulty. Chairs are not made for four armed, serpentine hypofiends; his black tail is looped below him and it trails off one arm of the chair and on to the floor)

"You still...have some of that?" (Linnie takes a moment to smell the teas earthy scent) "It almost smells of home..."

"I miss it. I miss it so much..."

(There's a subtle growl in Linnie's throat)

"Of course you'd find it amusing. It's truly a pity, is it not? You free one Merlin from their fate and you doom the next. Despite everything he has done- I don't like to admit this but- I do appreciate the fact that your counterpart has saved me from becoming a sacrifice."

(Linnie laughs dryly)

"They have forsaken me, yes, but stay here? I don't think your Esperia will like having a corrupted Merlin hanging around the place."

(Linnie gently picks up his cup and takes a long, slow drink, savouring the flavour. He sets it down on its saucer, staring into the richly coloured liquid)

"Mmm. Delightful, Thank you. Now, where was I? Ah, yes, the option of staying here. Logistics aside, what sort of immeasurable potential do you see in me that would be worthwhile me staying here?"

(Linnie's eye narrow, watching Cyran like a hawk as he offers his proposal)

"Do pardon my scepticism, I wouldn't want this to be a trap. Since the last time I went with anyone, I was put through excruciating pain and betrayal. If you tell me who this person is, I might, I might, entertain the idea..."

[magister-cyran]

(It’s late, quiet and cool, the curtains of the study flutter gently in the soft breeze. Perfectly calm until a scent permeates the air. It’s pungent and sickly; along comes with it the sounds of something large slithering closer and the scrape and scratch of claws on the marble floors.

A four armed, serpentine Hypofiend pulls himself up, standing as best he can, a golden glowing wound shines through his shirt, almost pulsating in time with the lashes of his tongue, taking in the room, it flares as his bright eyes lock on to the Chief Court Mage)

“You!”

(His voice and face, through the abyssal corruption twisting them, feel eerily familiar...)

“How did you get back here! How did you change back!”

(He lunges at the mage but stops himself, recoiling and curling his tail closer to him, all of his hands shake; with rage? With fear? With sadness and hurt?)

“Hghh, dammit- Are you happy now? Now that I am finally beneath you… assss a monssster…”

“Wassss it worth it, Ccccyran?”

(The hypofiend waits for an answer, twisting a ring around one of his fingers muttering under his breath)

“...Traitor...”

(OOC note- Post COA)

[ @themiscellaneousarchive ]

Akh! You! Don't--

*Even though the creature announced itself by speaking first, the lunge is quite sudden and a flinch is unavoidable. But the just-as-quick retreat signals that confrontation is not to be expected. Nonetheless, Cyran remains cautious.*

... what? Whatever are you talking about?

I have not left this place in quite a while, nor have I found the need to transformed back into anything... who, in fact, are you?

You call me traitor, but I assure you, I am less of an enemy to you than you think. So explain quickly, for you are an unfortunate visitor to my realm.

[themiscellaneousarchive]

"Oh don't play coy! You know full well what you did!"

(The Hypofiend hisses, tense, eyeing Cyran as he talks)

"Sssso you're going to ssstand there and lie to my face?! That'sss rich coming from-"

(He slides backwards sharply, his purple eyes wide in an expression of hurt which quickly subsides into a howling half-laugh half-sob, slowly stopping to wipe black tears from his eyes and addresses Cyran again)

"You forgot me?! YOU forgot ME?! Am I nothing to you now? Now that I am thisss?"

(The hypofiend hums in thought for a moment)

"Yessss. A traitor. You were once more than a friend to me, but perhaps thisss might give you a refresher on why you are one!"

(With a snap of his fingers, a small memory star appears, perched in his claws. He tosses it to Cyran. Inside is an odd memory, one not quite familiar in actions and words. But the Merlin and dark magic there are.)

"Von Ryeham, at your ssservice. Again."

(Linnie gives Cyran a mock bow, impaitiently waiting for Cyrans acknowledgement)

[magister-cyran]

...

*Cyran catches the memory star, and seeing that the creature, albeit discontent, waits for him, he redirects his attention towards the recording. He does not remember any of the things done or spoken but there was still something familiar about the people within. A Merlin... and his own signature magic.*

Ah, how interesting. Now I do remember you.

Linnie Von Ryeham. Welcome back to my study.

It has been a long time since we last met. Perhaps YOU don't recall that "I" exist outside of your particular dimension. You have crossed space and time to reach me here.

You have changed, and it seems that my counterpart's involvement was significant. Would you care to explain? Even as you are now, I am not opposed to share a cup of tea as we have done before.

[themiscellaneousarchive]

(Linnie watches intensely and yet his barely restrained anger just topples like a house of cards as Cyran reveals an important mote of information. Linnie almost crumples into a heap, quiet, and staring at nothing in particular)

"Of course, of course, it makes sense I would not be allowed to return home..."

(Linnie shrinks into himself, trying to self soothe, his gaze remains averted and he looks... broken. Now all his rage has dissipated)

"Fo-Forgive me for making such a mistake. It's not easy to differentiate you and him. You sound the sssame, look identical, even your magic bears no difference and I suppose, it's safe to sssay, that I have not been in the best state of mind for...for a long time,"

(Linnie stops himself from creating more space between him and Cyran at his request, half slithers half pulls himself closer after a moment and nods)

"Thank you...I'd appreciate that. That'sss the... kindest thing I've heard sssince-"

(His voice breaks and he leaves the thought alone, deciding to explain what had happened. He's got nothing to loose anymore.)

"Not only did he betray me, toy with my feelingsss and curse me, so did the Council. The ones whose aid I'd go to if they ever needed it, and those who ...would... have done the same. Even Dura gave up on me, according to my predecessors..."

(Linnie waits for Cyran to bring tea before continuing, careful to keep all his limbs and tail out of the way)

"During the final encounter with him in Augusta Palace, I don't know what exactly he did but it made my curse go berserk- I managed to ssstop it but- Once I had recovered, the Council summoned me, they aided Dura in ssstripping me of my remaining, uncorrupted humanity and sssstole it. They threw me into the abyss, and it seemssss, they barred me from trying to get back to Esperia, to home too...That's the gist of it. I don't mind explaining partsss further if you request,"

[themiscellaneousarchive]

Magister Merlin, we, the prestigious MED organization of Esperia (Magic, Entertainment and Design), is hosting an event near you! Would you be interested to join us as a speaker? Your accomplishments are sung far and wide and it would be an honor to have you. Please specify what you'd be talking about in your reply, if you wish to join us. Sincerely, ...

(Linnie is going through his mail at the Noble Tavern bar and pauses, opening this letter and taking his time to read it, scratching his beard)

"The MED organisation hm? Sounds new..."

(He hums in thought for a moment, ruffling his hair as he glances over the praise of his deeds)

"A guest speaker? Oh gosh what would I talk about? Hmmmm simple quality of life enchantments? Or spells that bring joy to those who witness them? Maybe that one."

(Linnie takes the letter upstairs to his study, going to the ink and quill on the desk and scratches out a reply, slightly lopsided, on some parchment.)

(To the MED Organisation,

I would be honoured to be a guest speaker at your event. I wish to talk about simple magic that brings happiness to those around it, Joy-Magic so to speak.

Kind Regards,

Magister Merlin 'Linnie' Von Ryeham)

(With a quick swish the parchment folds itself into a neatly sealed letter and vanishes off to it's recipient)

[magister-cyran]

(It’s late, quiet and cool, the curtains of the study flutter gently in the soft breeze. Perfectly calm until a scent permeates the air. It’s pungent and sickly; along comes with it the sounds of something large slithering closer and the scrape and scratch of claws on the marble floors.

A four armed, serpentine Hypofiend pulls himself up, standing as best he can, a golden glowing wound shines through his shirt, almost pulsating in time with the lashes of his tongue, taking in the room, it flares as his bright eyes lock on to the Chief Court Mage)

“You!”

(His voice and face, through the abyssal corruption twisting them, feel eerily familiar...)

“How did you get back here! How did you change back!”

(He lunges at the mage but stops himself, recoiling and curling his tail closer to him, all of his hands shake; with rage? With fear? With sadness and hurt?)

“Hghh, dammit- Are you happy now? Now that I am finally beneath you… assss a monssster…”

“Wassss it worth it, Ccccyran?”

(The hypofiend waits for an answer, twisting a ring around one of his fingers muttering under his breath)

“...Traitor...”

(OOC note- Post COA)

[ @themiscellaneousarchive ]

Akh! You! Don't--

*Even though the creature announced itself by speaking first, the lunge is quite sudden and a flinch is unavoidable. But the just-as-quick retreat signals that confrontation is not to be expected. Nonetheless, Cyran remains cautious.*

... what? Whatever are you talking about?

I have not left this place in quite a while, nor have I found the need to transformed back into anything... who, in fact, are you?

You call me traitor, but I assure you, I am less of an enemy to you than you think. So explain quickly, for you are an unfortunate visitor to my realm.

[themiscellaneousarchive]

"Oh don't play coy! You know full well what you did!"

(The Hypofiend hisses, tense, eyeing Cyran as he talks)

"Sssso you're going to ssstand there and lie to my face?! That'sss rich coming from-"

(He slides backwards sharply, his purple eyes wide in an expression of hurt which quickly subsides into a howling half-laugh half-sob, slowly stopping to wipe black tears from his eyes and addresses Cyran again)

"You forgot me?! YOU forgot ME?! Am I nothing to you now? Now that I am thisss?"

(The hypofiend hums in thought for a moment)

"Yessss. A traitor. You were once more than a friend to me, but perhaps thisss might give you a refresher on why you are one!"

(With a snap of his fingers, a small memory star appears, perched in his claws. He tosses it to Cyran. Inside is an odd memory, one not quite familiar in actions and words. But the Merlin and dark magic there are.)

"Von Ryeham, at your ssservice. Again."

(Linnie gives Cyran a mock bow, impaitiently waiting for Cyrans acknowledgement)

[themiscellaneousarchive]

[ @princess-yolena ]

(Linnie jerks up at the frantic call, whipping his head around trying to locate Yolena. Upon failure to do so, he grumbles, summoning his sword to his side and traces back the magic of the call, teleporting to it's point of origin with a small flash of light,)

"Princess? I'm here, who or what is trying to hurt you?"

(He stands just behind Yolena, holding the crystalline sword in front of her and between whoever she is scared of, summoning a small orb of light to illuminate the dark room.)

(And if looks could kill...the intruder would be dead.)

[themiscellaneousarchive]

*A single red rose appears out of thin air through a faint green magic glow that feels slightly off cold. The rose keeps hovering in the air and a paper appears with the following message:*

Hey,

it's been a very special day, that made me realize how much I love (to endure) your presence. Wish I could watch you spend eternity with me right now. Sooner or later, we shall be united! I'll always be there to catch you. Whether you currently want to hold me close or break my neck - I will wait for you. Don't keep me waiting! ;-)

Yours eternally,

Death

(@afkj-morgan)

[ @afkj-morgan ]

(Linnie stares at the rose and the note for a moment, slowly reaching out to read the message)

"Since when did I court a-"

(He reads the message, lowering it as he looks up in confusion, he seriously needs to get through reading all his old journals, answers are so desperately needed...)

"And since when did Death start sending valentines? Unfortunately I am going to have to keep him waiting. I am not done yet, sheesh. Does he not realise the amount of work I have left? Clearly not."

(He wafts his hand around the rose, making gently float to the nearest lone vase and carries on about sorting through his tasks with an exasperated expression)

[themiscellaneousarchive]

[One particularly warm afternoon, the magenta stem of a new flowered friend pokes through a dry, scorched patch of the Mystical House garden. It unfurls three sunset plumes as it grows to a modest height.

A soil dusted envelope pokes through the soil along side it. Drying moss soft withers under the scorch and a faint sizzle can be heard as wet paper meets dry heat.]

[The writing inside almost looks more like scrawling roots, but with the willowy attention of an adult]

Magister 'Linnie’,

I hope this letter finds you at a good moment. If you are reading this, it should mean my fiery little friend made it as well.

A fire lily. A true fire lily, at that. It will have made itself at home in the most recently fire-touched patch of your garden. I trust this will not take long to surface with your daughter around. For that parched soil is where it thrives, and blooms—in the wake of flames.

I’ve learned my lesson from another little friend—the shared dilemma of the ‘Merlin amnesia’ is not to be taken lightly. Instead of sending something more…direct, I’m sharing something to help remind you.

Fire lilies earned their named through sun sparked blazes dry Mauler grasses—from which they rise, and bloom in the ashes. The Mirael of my home shares their resilience, and their namesake as an affectionate moniker.

To not forgetting what’s important to us, @magister-verdant

[ @magister-verdant ]

It's been a while since the garden has been tended too, but it seems like it's not necessary, maybe Dolly or Pandora had neatened the edges of the hedges and swept up the fallen leaves. Linnie shrugs, settling himself down on a nearby bench.

Then the flower appears, the letter beside it.

He fishes the letter away from the radiating flower with a small gasp, the heat a sudden but not entirely unwelcome surprise. Gently kneeling down somewhere not so dusty to read the contents.

He pauses at the last line, reading it over.

And over...

And over...

…and over...

…and-

"Thank you, Dad, I mean it, truly. I don't know where I would be without you..."

Linnie's smile wobbles, a small sniffle, gently reaching out to gaze upon the lily, it's warmth now familiar, a freeing sense of relief washes over him.

Someone else knows what it's really like, and by Dura does it bring him peace,

"To not forgetting what's important to us, Magister Verdant..."

My Little Phoenix...

[themiscellaneousarchive]

Hey there! Long time no see! My business has been booming ever since I got involved with the Mithril Consortium’s sponsorship of the Astral Fair, and it’s all thanks to you!

Speaking of help… uh… you think you could help me sort my pack again… ?

-your favorite merchant, Phillip

"Oh Phillip! Good to see you and glad to hear you've been doing well!"

(Linnie shakes his head with a slight laugh)

"Oh alright, pass it here,"

(Linnie takes Phillips pack, empties it, organises the items and then repacks everything neatly)

"There you go. All nice and neat,"

[themiscellaneousarchive]

"Oh, and what does the Great Merlin desire...?" 💕 - Mehira

"I don't think we have the time to entertain you, Mehira,"

(The puppet glares at the hypogean, unflinching)

"...I'd rather keep that to myself thank you..."

(Opal looks away hesitantly, rubbing their arm)

"Well...I would like to-"

(Linnie catches himself before he says too much)

"Nevermind..."

[themiscellaneousarchive]

In an Archive... In a room with a familiar circular symbol etched into the wood of a door... A cosy room... decorated in warm autumnal colours. Magister Linnie's room... At the moment, he was reading, lounged on his bed.

A moments later... A slight movement could be seen from under the blanket... A mini version of... A familiar Magister with Long, silver wavy hair snuggling under the blanket...

A tag could be seen on his clothes...

This is a plush version of Magister Kafka !

I tried to make an experiment of it to observe whether the plush version of him also had side effects from traversing to another realm... Like... Him... I do hope to record the result after the receiver spends a bit of time with it and send it back...

~ The caretaker of Magister Kafka

The mini-Kafka opens his eyes and looks up at Magister Linnie from under the blanket, like how a cat does... blinking slowly, then closes his eyes, snuggling under the blanket.

(Linnie puts his book aside, shifting to an upright, seated position and watches Mini-Kafka for a moment before reading the tag)

"Huh, hi there little one,"

(Linnie smiles, about to pet the plushie on the head before deciding to tuck it in instead. He quickly and quietly goes to fetch me)

"-come look at this,"

"What is it? What's gotten you so-"

(Linnie shows me the small plushie taking a nap under the blanket. I take a quick look at Mini-Kafka and the tag on him)

"Oh...awwww... they sent this here? He's adorable! I'll tell the others leave the fellow alone,"

"He is does appear to be sweet. The only thing he's done so far is snuggle under there,"

"Ok yeah, I'm gonna go make sure they don't wanna pester this guy, I'll be back"

(I vanish from the room and leave Linnie gently stroking Mini-Kafka like a cat)

[ @kafka030 ]

[kafka030]

As Magister Linnie tucked in mini-Kafka under the blanket, he blinked his eyes quickly and looked up at him. The warmth of the blanket truly was... soothing... It makes him become drowsy... again...

He closed his eyes and took a nap... There were some conversations between Magister Linnie and Author Ambrosia who went on infront of him. He did heard them and... understood them... however... remains silence...

As Author Ambrosia left Magister Linnie's room, and Magister Linnie suddenly stroked mini-Kafka... like a cat... He flinched a bit due to the sudden touch, eyes wide open then sighed. A soft hum comes out of him as if... like a purr from a cat.

Mini-Kafka only seeking warmth and... comfort... trying his best not to bother Mortals due to his... existence... His tiny hand patted Magister Linnie's hand softly and looked at him in silence...

[themiscellaneousarchive]

"Oh hey easy...I didn't mean to spook you"

(Linnie eases up slightly on the pets, keeping his hand light, chuckling as Mini-Kafka begins to purr)

(He gives the plushie a tilted glance as they place a nubby hand on his)

"Do you want me to stop? Or keep going? Or...."

(Linnie hovers his hand over them, waiting on a response or sign of acknowledgement)

[kafka030]

Mini-Kafka blinked his eyes slowly then sinking his tiny hand in his tiny pocket. He took out a tiny hair brush and gently placed it on Magister Linnie's palm. He gestured his hands to... Comb his long, wavy silver hair using that tiny brush... As if asking for Magister Linnie to do so for... him...

A moment passed and... Mini-Kafka became flustered at his tiny request. He silently crawled deeper into the blanket and covered his redden face.

He shouldn't have asked that... He thought... It's such an embarrassing request... Is there any abyss nearby for him to just... Dive into it..?

[themiscellaneousarchive]

(Linnie takes a moment and then chuckles, taking the tiny brush with a warm smile)

"It's ok, you can come back out, I don't mind,"

(He reaches for Mini-Kafka with the brush and gently starting to comb it through the plushies silky hair, carefully tackling any tangles and smoothing it all out.)

"See? Is this nice?"

[kafka030]

As Mini-Kafka slowly came out of the blanket... and Magister Linnie... Gently combed his hair... He nodded his head and sighed in satisfaction... He hummed... a familiar tune... and closed his eyes... Feeling ever so soothing when being combed... his long, wavy silver hair... been smoothened... gently...

A gentle breeze surrounded them... as suddenly... Some of the Seven-Petal Sapphirine Blossoms appeared on the bed... Those flowers are... quite rare... a symbol of miracles from The Duchy of Whiteridge...

Mini-Kafka blinked slowly as he slowly gathered it and... Placed it on Magister Linnie's lap... As a... Thank you gift... For combing his hair... He looked up at Magister Linnie and smile sheepishly... then sat on the bed in silence...

[themiscellaneousarchive]

(Linnie smiles, gasping as the Sapphirine blossoms appear and are placed on his lap)

"I-Thank you..."

(Linnie gently lifts the flowers to his face, taking in their sweet scent, he closes his eyes, and sits there for a while, his brow scrunched up like he's trying not to think of something.)

(With s sniffle, he stands, taking the flowers are carefully arranging them in a vase he pulls out from a drawer in the room)

[kafka030]

Mini-Kafka brows forrowed when looking at Magister Linnie... He sniffled... while arranging the Sapphirine Blossoms in a vase of his...

"Lin..." His voice cut off when he saw a blue portal appear in the corner of the room. A long, wavy silver hair Magister in A Miner Clothes, stepped out of the portal and inspected the room... With his lifeless... crimson red eyes... His gaze landed on Mini-Kafka... Causing Mini-Kafka to flinch and... Immediately hiding under the blanket.

As Mini-Kafka knew that... He was not his master...

He cleared his throat and... Imitate Magister Kafka's speech tone... "Good day... Magister Linnie... My apologies... For... Visiting you... Unannounced..." Magister Kafka bowed slightly and a brief pause, as he noticed Magister Linnie... was in sorrow... By looking at the... Sapphirine Blossoms...

"Do forgive me... Is My... little plush... troubles you..? Is there... Something in your mind... That you... would like to... share with me..?" He asked... softly... as he slowly walked towards the bed and... Gently lifting up the blanket... He saw... Mini-Kafka curled up under the blanket... Trembling... As if fear of his presence...

He sighed and ruffled his hair...

'Why do others fear me? I never had any desire to hurt others.' he thought... In his mind...

"Come out now... Little one... It's time to head home... I am... Ever so worried... about you... You had been... in another realm for... So long..." He kept his voice low and... Soft... However... Mini-Kafka remained under the blanket... Unmoved... As if he didn't listen to him.

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(Linnie jumps at the appearance of the portal, muttering to himself that unless Ambrosia gave them access, they shouldn't be able to get here.)

"Ah, Magister Kafka? It's alright...I'm fine, please, the little guy has done nothing bad."

(He tilts his head slightly as the plushie shies away. He goes to pick mini-kafka up gently)

"What's wrong? Do you not want to leave?"

(He takes a few steps towards Kafka, struggling to keep a hold on the plushie)

"Kafka, have you any idea why he doesn't to want to go with you?"

[kafka030]

As he saw Magister Linnie flinched at his sudden appearance in his room, he explained... Slowly... "Ahh... I must apologize... Yet again... For startling you... Miss Eva forgot to... give me the feathers... To visit you... As she was currently... hunting down the Hypofiends... I... Was ever so worried due to his absence... In the Mystical House of... Mine... Ended up using my... magic to open a portal... To your realm... When I finally... Pinned down my... little one's location..." ... then lowered his head as if a slight bow. He sighed in relief when Magister Linnie said that he was fine, and Mini-Kafka didn't bother him.

As Magister Linnie stepped closer to Magister Kafka... He swiftly plucked Magister Linnie's Monocle, wiped it and the corner of his eyes which were slightly teary with his handkerchief, then placed the Monocle back at Magister Linnie's eyes... without a single word.

Has it ever happened before..?

He then stared at Mini-Kafka as the plushie was... squirming in Magister Linnie's hands... Trying to climb up his shoulder, away from Magister Kafka. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh. "The little one... Might be sensing a turmoil... within me... He would be given a... lecture... after this... To not traverse into another realm... Without my consent..."

He slowly... and gently... Patted Mini-Kafka's head and he froze at the touch. "Come... Let's head back... to our Mystical House..." Mini-Kafka looked up at Magister Linnie with a frown.

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"Huh- What- oh...thanks..."

(Linnie blinks away his surprise and gingerly brushes his fingers over his face, checking what wipes off and rubbing it away without so much as a second glance).

"Oh, yes, Ambrosia did hand some over..."

But that still doesn't answer the question...nor how you heard it...

(Mini-Kafka is very much acting like a cat to Linnie's dismay as the plushie keeps trying to scrabble over his shoulders, he finally grabs him and gently teases him off after the magister gives his miniature a pat on the head.)

"I see that look, but you should probably go back home. Especially since you seemed to have come here with telling anyone, even more so if you're making Eva freak out whilst trying to tackle some tough opponents... I wouldn't want her to explode on either of you, or get hurt,"

(Linnie tries to hand Kafka his mini plushie but the poor thing is now latching onto his arm)

[kafka030]

"My pleasure... Magister Linnie..." He said, softly and gaze upon Magister Linnie for awhile, in silence, as Magister Linnie brushed his face gingerly. He nodded his head then blinked his eyes, slowly, observing Mini-Kafka behaviour in Magister Linnie's hands.

He lets out a long sigh after Magister Linnie gave out some truth statements and... Mini-Kafka flinched on Magister Linnie's arm. "What Magister Linnie said... Is true... I don't want... to hear Miss Eva... Scolding us both later... ... Little one... Let's head home... Please..? You know that... I couldn't stay... In another realm... For too long... ... I might... lose consciousness..."

Mini-Kafka in tears now... Sobbing. His brows furrow, as he gently patted his miniature version's back. Mini-Kafka... Slowly letting go of Magister Linnie's arm and he gently held it, like a cat. His tiny hands reached out for Magister Linnie as it whimpered. "Linnie... *sob* Linnie..." Mini-Kafka called out to him...

"Now, now... Let's head home... One day... We would meet him... again... Magister Linnie might have... Some errands to do... We should not prevent him... To do so..." He whispered and now, cradling Mini-Kafka, tapping his stomach lightly. He became slightly drowsy and wiped away the tears with his tiny palms.

He gaze upon Magister Linnie for awhile, as he memorising his features and noted the different hair colour from before. He closed his eyes and muttered a soft prayer in Ancient Language. "... Thank you... for taking care of... my little one... 'till we meet again... Magister Linnie..." He briefly bow and slowly step into the blue portal.

Mini-Kafka perked up and waved his tiny hand at Magister Linnie. "Bye-bye... Linnie..." His voice came out tiny, as he then continued to cry in his arms.

After they entered fully in the portal... It then, immediately closed, leaving Magister Linnie in his room, with some Sapphirine Blossoms that he arranged in his vase... which Mini-Kafka gave it to him, after the hair brushing session...

. . .

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(Linnies smile doesn't quite reach his eyes as Kafka plucks his plushie off his arm, giving the weeping plushie a small pat on the head)

"Hey, it's ok, you can visit again another day. Just tell someone first alright?"

(He returns Kafkas bow)

"Of course, it was my pleasure, farewell,"

(Linnie sighs as the portal closes, picking up his book and placing it on the nearby desk, pulling out a journal, ink and quill, jotting down a few things about the visit. He pauses, putting the quill down.)

"Wait- doesn't Kafka have orange eyes?"

(He half jumps out of his chair)

"Ambrosia?!"

[themiscellaneousarchive]

In an Archive... In a room with a familiar circular symbol etched into the wood of a door... A cosy room... decorated in warm autumnal colours. Magister Linnie's room... At the moment, he was reading, lounged on his bed.

A moments later... A slight movement could be seen from under the blanket... A mini version of... A familiar Magister with Long, silver wavy hair snuggling under the blanket...

A tag could be seen on his clothes...

This is a plush version of Magister Kafka !

I tried to make an experiment of it to observe whether the plush version of him also had side effects from traversing to another realm... Like... Him... I do hope to record the result after the receiver spends a bit of time with it and send it back...

~ The caretaker of Magister Kafka

The mini-Kafka opens his eyes and looks up at Magister Linnie from under the blanket, like how a cat does... blinking slowly, then closes his eyes, snuggling under the blanket.

(Linnie puts his book aside, shifting to an upright, seated position and watches Mini-Kafka for a moment before reading the tag)

"Huh, hi there little one,"

(Linnie smiles, about to pet the plushie on the head before deciding to tuck it in instead. He quickly and quietly goes to fetch me)

"-come look at this,"

"What is it? What's gotten you so-"

(Linnie shows me the small plushie taking a nap under the blanket. I take a quick look at Mini-Kafka and the tag on him)

"Oh...awwww... they sent this here? He's adorable! I'll tell the others leave the fellow alone,"

"He is does appear to be sweet. The only thing he's done so far is snuggle under there,"

"Ok yeah, I'm gonna go make sure they don't wanna pester this guy, I'll be back"

(I vanish from the room and leave Linnie gently stroking Mini-Kafka like a cat)

[ @kafka030 ]

[kafka030]

As Magister Linnie tucked in mini-Kafka under the blanket, he blinked his eyes quickly and looked up at him. The warmth of the blanket truly was... soothing... It makes him become drowsy... again...

He closed his eyes and took a nap... There were some conversations between Magister Linnie and Author Ambrosia who went on infront of him. He did heard them and... understood them... however... remains silence...

As Author Ambrosia left Magister Linnie's room, and Magister Linnie suddenly stroked mini-Kafka... like a cat... He flinched a bit due to the sudden touch, eyes wide open then sighed. A soft hum comes out of him as if... like a purr from a cat.

Mini-Kafka only seeking warmth and... comfort... trying his best not to bother Mortals due to his... existence... His tiny hand patted Magister Linnie's hand softly and looked at him in silence...

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"Oh hey easy...I didn't mean to spook you"

(Linnie eases up slightly on the pets, keeping his hand light, chuckling as Mini-Kafka begins to purr)

(He gives the plushie a tilted glance as they place a nubby hand on his)

"Do you want me to stop? Or keep going? Or...."

(Linnie hovers his hand over them, waiting on a response or sign of acknowledgement)

[kafka030]

Mini-Kafka blinked his eyes slowly then sinking his tiny hand in his tiny pocket. He took out a tiny hair brush and gently placed it on Magister Linnie's palm. He gestured his hands to... Comb his long, wavy silver hair using that tiny brush... As if asking for Magister Linnie to do so for... him...

A moment passed and... Mini-Kafka became flustered at his tiny request. He silently crawled deeper into the blanket and covered his redden face.

He shouldn't have asked that... He thought... It's such an embarrassing request... Is there any abyss nearby for him to just... Dive into it..?

[themiscellaneousarchive]

(Linnie takes a moment and then chuckles, taking the tiny brush with a warm smile)

"It's ok, you can come back out, I don't mind,"

(He reaches for Mini-Kafka with the brush and gently starting to comb it through the plushies silky hair, carefully tackling any tangles and smoothing it all out.)

"See? Is this nice?"

[kafka030]

As Mini-Kafka slowly came out of the blanket... and Magister Linnie... Gently combed his hair... He nodded his head and sighed in satisfaction... He hummed... a familiar tune... and closed his eyes... Feeling ever so soothing when being combed... his long, wavy silver hair... been smoothened... gently...

A gentle breeze surrounded them... as suddenly... Some of the Seven-Petal Sapphirine Blossoms appeared on the bed... Those flowers are... quite rare... a symbol of miracles from The Duchy of Whiteridge...

Mini-Kafka blinked slowly as he slowly gathered it and... Placed it on Magister Linnie's lap... As a... Thank you gift... For combing his hair... He looked up at Magister Linnie and smile sheepishly... then sat on the bed in silence...

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(Linnie smiles, gasping as the Sapphirine blossoms appear and are placed on his lap)

"I-Thank you..."

(Linnie gently lifts the flowers to his face, taking in their sweet scent, he closes his eyes, and sits there for a while, his brow scrunched up like he's trying not to think of something.)

(With s sniffle, he stands, taking the flowers are carefully arranging them in a vase he pulls out from a drawer in the room)

[kafka030]

Mini-Kafka brows forrowed when looking at Magister Linnie... He sniffled... while arranging the Sapphirine Blossoms in a vase of his...

"Lin..." His voice cut off when he saw a blue portal appear in the corner of the room. A long, wavy silver hair Magister in A Miner Clothes, stepped out of the portal and inspected the room... With his lifeless... crimson red eyes... His gaze landed on Mini-Kafka... Causing Mini-Kafka to flinch and... Immediately hiding under the blanket.

As Mini-Kafka knew that... He was not his master...

He cleared his throat and... Imitate Magister Kafka's speech tone... "Good day... Magister Linnie... My apologies... For... Visiting you... Unannounced..." Magister Kafka bowed slightly and a brief pause, as he noticed Magister Linnie... was in sorrow... By looking at the... Sapphirine Blossoms...

"Do forgive me... Is My... little plush... troubles you..? Is there... Something in your mind... That you... would like to... share with me..?" He asked... softly... as he slowly walked towards the bed and... Gently lifting up the blanket... He saw... Mini-Kafka curled up under the blanket... Trembling... As if fear of his presence...

He sighed and ruffled his hair...

'Why do others fear me? I never had any desire to hurt others.' he thought... In his mind...

"Come out now... Little one... It's time to head home... I am... Ever so worried... about you... You had been... in another realm for... So long..." He kept his voice low and... Soft... However... Mini-Kafka remained under the blanket... Unmoved... As if he didn't listen to him.

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(Linnie jumps at the appearance of the portal, muttering to himself that unless Ambrosia gave them access, they shouldn't be able to get here.)

"Ah, Magister Kafka? It's alright...I'm fine, please, the little guy has done nothing bad."

(He tilts his head slightly as the plushie shies away. He goes to pick mini-kafka up gently)

"What's wrong? Do you not want to leave?"

(He takes a few steps towards Kafka, struggling to keep a hold on the plushie)

"Kafka, have you any idea why he doesn't to want to go with you?"

[kafka030]

As he saw Magister Linnie flinched at his sudden appearance in his room, he explained... Slowly... "Ahh... I must apologize... Yet again... For startling you... Miss Eva forgot to... give me the feathers... To visit you... As she was currently... hunting down the Hypofiends... I... Was ever so worried due to his absence... In the Mystical House of... Mine... Ended up using my... magic to open a portal... To your realm... When I finally... Pinned down my... little one's location..." ... then lowered his head as if a slight bow. He sighed in relief when Magister Linnie said that he was fine, and Mini-Kafka didn't bother him.

As Magister Linnie stepped closer to Magister Kafka... He swiftly plucked Magister Linnie's Monocle, wiped it and the corner of his eyes which were slightly teary with his handkerchief, then placed the Monocle back at Magister Linnie's eyes... without a single word.

Has it ever happened before..?

He then stared at Mini-Kafka as the plushie was... squirming in Magister Linnie's hands... Trying to climb up his shoulder, away from Magister Kafka. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh. "The little one... Might be sensing a turmoil... within me... He would be given a... lecture... after this... To not traverse into another realm... Without my consent..."

He slowly... and gently... Patted Mini-Kafka's head and he froze at the touch. "Come... Let's head back... to our Mystical House..." Mini-Kafka looked up at Magister Linnie with a frown.

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"Huh- What- oh...thanks..."

(Linnie blinks away his surprise and gingerly brushes his fingers over his face, checking what wipes off and rubbing it away without so much as a second glance).

"Oh, yes, Ambrosia did hand some over..."

But that still doesn't answer the question...nor how you heard it...

(Mini-Kafka is very much acting like a cat to Linnie's dismay as the plushie keeps trying to scrabble over his shoulders, he finally grabs him and gently teases him off after the magister gives his miniature a pat on the head.)

"I see that look, but you should probably go back home. Especially since you seemed to have come here with telling anyone, even more so if you're making Eva freak out whilst trying to tackle some tough opponents... I wouldn't want her to explode on either of you, or get hurt,"

(Linnie tries to hand Kafka his mini plushie but the poor thing is now latching onto his arm)

[themiscellaneousarchive]

In an Archive... In a room with a familiar circular symbol etched into the wood of a door... A cosy room... decorated in warm autumnal colours. Magister Linnie's room... At the moment, he was reading, lounged on his bed.

A moments later... A slight movement could be seen from under the blanket... A mini version of... A familiar Magister with Long, silver wavy hair snuggling under the blanket...

A tag could be seen on his clothes...

This is a plush version of Magister Kafka !

I tried to make an experiment of it to observe whether the plush version of him also had side effects from traversing to another realm... Like... Him... I do hope to record the result after the receiver spends a bit of time with it and send it back...

~ The caretaker of Magister Kafka

The mini-Kafka opens his eyes and looks up at Magister Linnie from under the blanket, like how a cat does... blinking slowly, then closes his eyes, snuggling under the blanket.

(Linnie puts his book aside, shifting to an upright, seated position and watches Mini-Kafka for a moment before reading the tag)

"Huh, hi there little one,"

(Linnie smiles, about to pet the plushie on the head before deciding to tuck it in instead. He quickly and quietly goes to fetch me)

"-come look at this,"

"What is it? What's gotten you so-"

(Linnie shows me the small plushie taking a nap under the blanket. I take a quick look at Mini-Kafka and the tag on him)

"Oh...awwww... they sent this here? He's adorable! I'll tell the others leave the fellow alone,"

"He is does appear to be sweet. The only thing he's done so far is snuggle under there,"

"Ok yeah, I'm gonna go make sure they don't wanna pester this guy, I'll be back"

(I vanish from the room and leave Linnie gently stroking Mini-Kafka like a cat)

[ @kafka030 ]

[kafka030]

As Magister Linnie tucked in mini-Kafka under the blanket, he blinked his eyes quickly and looked up at him. The warmth of the blanket truly was... soothing... It makes him become drowsy... again...

He closed his eyes and took a nap... There were some conversations between Magister Linnie and Author Ambrosia who went on infront of him. He did heard them and... understood them... however... remains silence...

As Author Ambrosia left Magister Linnie's room, and Magister Linnie suddenly stroked mini-Kafka... like a cat... He flinched a bit due to the sudden touch, eyes wide open then sighed. A soft hum comes out of him as if... like a purr from a cat.

Mini-Kafka only seeking warmth and... comfort... trying his best not to bother Mortals due to his... existence... His tiny hand patted Magister Linnie's hand softly and looked at him in silence...

[themiscellaneousarchive]

"Oh hey easy...I didn't mean to spook you"

(Linnie eases up slightly on the pets, keeping his hand light, chuckling as Mini-Kafka begins to purr)

(He gives the plushie a tilted glance as they place a nubby hand on his)

"Do you want me to stop? Or keep going? Or...."

(Linnie hovers his hand over them, waiting on a response or sign of acknowledgement)

[kafka030]

Mini-Kafka blinked his eyes slowly then sinking his tiny hand in his tiny pocket. He took out a tiny hair brush and gently placed it on Magister Linnie's palm. He gestured his hands to... Comb his long, wavy silver hair using that tiny brush... As if asking for Magister Linnie to do so for... him...

A moment passed and... Mini-Kafka became flustered at his tiny request. He silently crawled deeper into the blanket and covered his redden face.

He shouldn't have asked that... He thought... It's such an embarrassing request... Is there any abyss nearby for him to just... Dive into it..?

[themiscellaneousarchive]

(Linnie takes a moment and then chuckles, taking the tiny brush with a warm smile)

"It's ok, you can come back out, I don't mind,"

(He reaches for Mini-Kafka with the brush and gently starting to comb it through the plushies silky hair, carefully tackling any tangles and smoothing it all out.)

"See? Is this nice?"

[kafka030]

As Mini-Kafka slowly came out of the blanket... and Magister Linnie... Gently combed his hair... He nodded his head and sighed in satisfaction... He hummed... a familiar tune... and closed his eyes... Feeling ever so soothing when being combed... his long, wavy silver hair... been smoothened... gently...

A gentle breeze surrounded them... as suddenly... Some of the Seven-Petal Sapphirine Blossoms appeared on the bed... Those flowers are... quite rare... a symbol of miracles from The Duchy of Whiteridge...

Mini-Kafka blinked slowly as he slowly gathered it and... Placed it on Magister Linnie's lap... As a... Thank you gift... For combing his hair... He looked up at Magister Linnie and smile sheepishly... then sat on the bed in silence...

[themiscellaneousarchive]

(Linnie smiles, gasping as the Sapphirine blossoms appear and are placed on his lap)

"I-Thank you..."

(Linnie gently lifts the flowers to his face, taking in their sweet scent, he closes his eyes, and sits there for a while, his brow scrunched up like he's trying not to think of something.)

(With s sniffle, he stands, taking the flowers are carefully arranging them in a vase he pulls out from a drawer in the room)

[kafka030]

Mini-Kafka brows forrowed when looking at Magister Linnie... He sniffled... while arranging the Sapphirine Blossoms in a vase of his...

"Lin..." His voice cut off when he saw a blue portal appear in the corner of the room. A long, wavy silver hair Magister in A Miner Clothes, stepped out of the portal and inspected the room... With his lifeless... crimson red eyes... His gaze landed on Mini-Kafka... Causing Mini-Kafka to flinch and... Immediately hiding under the blanket.

As Mini-Kafka knew that... He was not his master...

He cleared his throat and... Imitate Magister Kafka's speech tone... "Good day... Magister Linnie... My apologies... For... Visiting you... Unannounced..." Magister Kafka bowed slightly and a brief pause, as he noticed Magister Linnie... was in sorrow... By looking at the... Sapphirine Blossoms...

"Do forgive me... Is My... little plush... troubles you..? Is there... Something in your mind... That you... would like to... share with me..?" He asked... softly... as he slowly walked towards the bed and... Gently lifting up the blanket... He saw... Mini-Kafka curled up under the blanket... Trembling... As if fear of his presence...

He sighed and ruffled his hair...

'Why do others fear me? I never had any desire to hurt others.' he thought... In his mind...

"Come out now... Little one... It's time to head home... I am... Ever so worried... about you... You had been... in another realm for... So long..." He kept his voice low and... Soft... However... Mini-Kafka remained under the blanket... Unmoved... As if he didn't listen to him.

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(Linnie jumps at the appearance of the portal, muttering to himself that unless Ambrosia gave them access, they shouldn't be able to get here.)

"Ah, Magister Kafka? It's alright...I'm fine, please, the little guy has done nothing bad."

(He tilts his head slightly as the plushie shies away. He goes to pick mini-kafka up gently)

"What's wrong? Do you not want to leave?"

(He takes a few steps towards Kafka, struggling to keep a hold on the plushie)

"Kafka, have you any idea why he doesn't to want to go with you?"

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"Do you ever think of why you're here, magister Linnie? Why you were put in this situation? Your very nature and how it affects the people you hold dear"

"I have... I do wonder about that every now and then."

(Linnie shifts in his seat, leaning his elbows against the worn surface of the bar in the Mystical House)

"But I haven't quite got an answer. I feel- no- I know that there is something I am meant to do. I just can't remember it and no-one else who seems to know, is willing to tell me directly. Be that celestials, hypogeans or even the gods themselves."

(He adjusts his monocle, pushing it back up the bridge of his nose, crossing his arms and leaning back, his voice tinted with irritation)

"Not even...not even the others. Although, there's a nightmare I used to have frequently between saving the Dark Forest and leaving Rustport that I fear has something to do with it. It feels almost like a hint but also like an omen. Sometimes it changes, sometimes I am the victim, sometimes I am the observer but it always boils down to The Magister Supreme taking the life of the Merlin deemed a failure..."

(He shudders, a hand hovering, fingers splayed out, just over his heart, almost as if he couldn't bring himself to trace the imagined wound)

"As for why? To forever safeguard Esperia..."

(He almost sounds off. Like those words have come from someone else's mouth, or from several others' mouths, passed down over generations)

"But then how my nature affects those I hold dear? Well. That's just as cyclical as everything else I think. I have forgotten them time and time again. I must frustrate them to no end over it, even though I have at some point, told them my chronic amnesia is something I cannot control. There's three I can at least name...Mirael...Hogan and Dolly. No matter how hard they try, they can never hide those feelings from me. It's always evident in their eyes or how they stutter and correct themselves over things..."

(He sighs, pushing away from the bar and sliding off the stool)

"I wonder...just how many people I've inevitably hurt or betrayed because of the nature of the magic that causes my problems and all the suffering that comes with them."

(He walks away, leaving Anon alone by the bar)

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[ Cont. from here @princess-yolena ]

"It is a local blend, yes, and an acquired taste to those who haven't drunk it before,"

(Linnie takes a long sip from his own tea before gently settling the cup down on its saucer)

"That's good to hear...Ah yes, the usual boring stuff, of course"

(He smiles, taking a biscuit)

"That sounds like a beautiful painting, Princess. What other things have you painted?"

[princess-yolena]

“Oh, so many things! But what I have I painted recently…?”

“A field of sapphirines in Petalia Plains. A night sky over Cedartown, with the stars a little too close together, but I liked how it turned out…”

“And the sea, though I’ve never seen it myself.”

(She takes another sip of the tea, this time more slowly. Her brow furrows slightly.)

“This tea..."

"...tastes so different the second time!”

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(Linnie smiles warmly)

"Those all sound beautiful. The Sapphirine covered fields are such a sight to behold. Ah right, Cedartown isn't the closest to any major ports...I hope one day you'll be able to see the sea,"

(He chuckles)

"It is an acquired taste, I did tell you, but you seem to like it which is a good thing. Now then would you like a-"

(He stops short as he reaches to offer the plate of biscuits, missing several of them. Linnie looks around, spotting a trail of crumbs going behind the sofa he is sat on)

"Now, I wonder, who could have... Chippy. How many times do I have to tell you to not nick food off of plates."

(The hamster familiar squeaks waddling out from behind the sofa)

"Now go help Hammie tidy up her room-" (Chippy starts to protest) "Now! Chippy."

(The hamster trudges up the stairs and Linnie gets up, dusting himself down and takes the plate, walking over to the bar.)

"I'll be back momentarily, just going to get some more of these if you'd like to try them, Your Highness..."

(He turns around to find an empty pair of sofas. He puts the plate down and starts to frantically look around in the immediate area)

"Yolena?! YOLENA!"

[princess-yolena]

(Yolena’s eyes widen a little as Linnie reprimands Chippy) “The hamsters…have a room?”

“Oh, of course! I'll be...”

“…”

[When Linnie returns, the Princess has disappeared from her seat…]

[But there’s a familiar, chipper cry of “Princess!” coming from the direction Chippy had trudged off in, followed by the sound of boots across the floor somewhere farther off]

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(Linnie runs in the direction of Chippy's voice acknowledging the hamsters gesture in helping him locate Yolena, but ignores the calls of concern following.)

(Where is she? Dura above she better be safe! I am NOT losing Mirael. If I do her bullies will have HELL to pay! No, not here, not by the garden, or by the greenhouse, or the test field.....?! Where is she?!)

(You need to find her Merlin!)

(Linnie stumbles as his curse triggers, pushing through the pain and the memory and the marred vision, desperate to locate the princess)

"Yolena!"

(He finds her at last, pulling her into a hug and turning on the spot so Linnie has his back to the direction Yolena was going)

"Don't run off like that again..."

(His voice is breathless as he pulls away, his eyes teary, one mixed with blood)

"I almost thought I'd lost you..."

(Again... Damn that hypogean.)

[princess-yolena]

“I—” (She draws in a slow, steady breath, her surprise smoothing into something gentler. With the sort of careful patience expected of a princess, she returns the embrace briefly before easing back, her hands resting lightly against his arms.)

“I’m sorry, Magister—I didn’t mean to worry you.” (Over his shoulder, the faint shimmer of a glowing door beckons, curiosity sparking in her gaze.)

“…but… if it isn’t too much trouble…” (She glances back at him, a small, hopeful smile tugging at her lips.) “…could you show me the rest of the Mystical House?”

[themiscellaneousarchive]

(Linnie shakes his head, chuckling slightly breathlessly, gently guiding the princess to a door back near the beginning of the hallway, opening it and letting her look inside.)

"You can have an hour in the library, and then unfortunately I might need to draw this visit to a close..."

(He sounds tired, unable to muster up the effort to hide it, trying to wipe away the reddish tears starting to drip down the left side of his face.)

"Please, don't worry about me, even though it looks alarming, this is something I can deal with. If you need any help I'll do my best, if not, I'm sure Dolly or Chippy and Hammie can..."

(Linnie takes his leave with a small bow.)

[princess-yolena]

(Her smile wavers for just a moment at his words, the faintest crease touching her brow. But she smooths it away quickly, folding her hands neatly in her lap as though to anchor her composure.)

(She dips her head in a small, graceful nod, her smile softening with gratitude.)

“Thank you, Magister. An hour in a Merlin’s library will feel like a treasure hoard.”

(Her gaze lingers a moment longer on his face—the faint streak of red at his eye—and though she doesn’t press, her voice lowers into a careful kindness.)

“…And I promise not to cause you any more worry.”

[The next hour passes in a quiet flurry of delight—Yolena drifting from shelf to shelf, pulling volumes halfway out only to tuck them back again, lingering over gilded bindings and curious diagrams. Occasionally she pauses at a window to peer out at the impossible vastness of the house’s inner halls, or scribbles a quick sketch in the margin of her travel journal. When Linnie returns, she’s perched at a desk, paging carefully through a tome that looks far too heavy for her lap.]

“Oh! Magister Linnie—thank you for letting me stay. This was wonderful. I’ll be sure to tell Father I had the most educational of afternoons.”

“Please thank Giga for her hospitality as well.”

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(Linnie's hour is spent trying not to alert Dolly whilst making sure he can clean his face up and remain presentable.)

(He'd rather not be grounded to his room, again.)

(When he comes back, his monocle is gone in favour of an eyepatch that covers his left eye.)

“I'm glad you've enjoyed your time here. I hope he'll be pleased. And the pleasure is all ours, I'll make sure Giga gets her due credit,”

(He bows, slow, one hand behind him gripping the door handle for support and gestures to the door to the library, now filled with a soft blue glow of a portal,)

"This will take you back to your father, farewell, Yolena..."

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"It is a local blend, yes, and an acquired taste to those who haven't drunk it before,"

(Linnie takes a long sip from his own tea before gently settling the cup down on its saucer)

"That's good to hear...Ah yes, the usual boring stuff, of course"

(He smiles, taking a biscuit)

"That sounds like a beautiful painting, Princess. What other things have you painted?"

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“Oh, so many things! But what I have I painted recently…?”

“A field of sapphirines in Petalia Plains. A night sky over Cedartown, with the stars a little too close together, but I liked how it turned out…”

“And the sea, though I’ve never seen it myself.”

(She takes another sip of the tea, this time more slowly. Her brow furrows slightly.)

“This tea..."

"...tastes so different the second time!”

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(Linnie smiles warmly)

"Those all sound beautiful. The Sapphirine covered fields are such a sight to behold. Ah right, Cedartown isn't the closest to any major ports...I hope one day you'll be able to see the sea,"

(He chuckles)

"It is an acquired taste, I did tell you, but you seem to like it which is a good thing. Now then would you like a-"

(He stops short as he reaches to offer the plate of biscuits, missing several of them. Linnie looks around, spotting a trail of crumbs going behind the sofa he is sat on)

"Now, I wonder, who could have... Chippy. How many times do I have to tell you to not nick food off of plates."

(The hamster familiar squeaks waddling out from behind the sofa)

"Now go help Hammie tidy up her room-" (Chippy starts to protest) "Now! Chippy."

(The hamster trudges up the stairs and Linnie gets up, dusting himself down and takes the plate, walking over to the bar.)

"I'll be back momentarily, just going to get some more of these if you'd like to try them, Your Highness..."

(He turns around to find an empty pair of sofas. He puts the plate down and starts to frantically look around in the immediate area)

"Yolena?! YOLENA!"

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(Yolena’s eyes widen a little as Linnie reprimands Chippy) “The hamsters…have a room?”

“Oh, of course! I'll be...”

“…”

[When Linnie returns, the Princess has disappeared from her seat…]

[But there’s a familiar, chipper cry of “Princess!” coming from the direction Chippy had trudged off in, followed by the sound of boots across the floor somewhere farther off]

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(Linnie runs in the direction of Chippy's voice acknowledging the hamsters gesture in helping him locate Yolena, but ignores the calls of concern following.)

(Where is she? Dura above she better be safe! I am NOT losing Mirael. If I do her bullies will have HELL to pay! No, not here, not by the garden, or by the greenhouse, or the test field.....?! Where is she?!)

(You need to find her Merlin!)

(Linnie stumbles as his curse triggers, pushing through the pain and the memory and the marred vision, desperate to locate the princess)

"Yolena!"

(He finds her at last, pulling her into a hug and turning on the spot so Linnie has his back to the direction Yolena was going)

"Don't run off like that again..."

(His voice is breathless as he pulls away, his eyes teary, one mixed with blood)

"I almost thought I'd lost you..."

(Again... Damn that hypogean.)

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“I—” (She draws in a slow, steady breath, her surprise smoothing into something gentler. With the sort of careful patience expected of a princess, she returns the embrace briefly before easing back, her hands resting lightly against his arms.)

“I’m sorry, Magister—I didn’t mean to worry you.” (Over his shoulder, the faint shimmer of a glowing door beckons, curiosity sparking in her gaze.)

“…but… if it isn’t too much trouble…” (She glances back at him, a small, hopeful smile tugging at her lips.) “…could you show me the rest of the Mystical House?”

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(Linnie shakes his head, chuckling slightly breathlessly, gently guiding the princess to a door back near the beginning of the hallway, opening it and letting her look inside.)

"You can have an hour in the library, and then unfortunately I might need to draw this visit to a close..."

(He sounds tired, unable to muster up the effort to hide it, trying to wipe away the reddish tears starting to drip down the left side of his face.)

"Please, don't worry about me, even though it looks alarming, this is something I can deal with. If you need any help I'll do my best, if not, I'm sure Dolly or Chippy and Hammie can..."

(Linnie takes his leave with a small bow.)

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In an Archive... In a room with a familiar circular symbol etched into the wood of a door... A cosy room... decorated in warm autumnal colours. Magister Linnie's room... At the moment, he was reading, lounged on his bed.

A moments later... A slight movement could be seen from under the blanket... A mini version of... A familiar Magister with Long, silver wavy hair snuggling under the blanket...

A tag could be seen on his clothes...

This is a plush version of Magister Kafka !

I tried to make an experiment of it to observe whether the plush version of him also had side effects from traversing to another realm... Like... Him... I do hope to record the result after the receiver spends a bit of time with it and send it back...

~ The caretaker of Magister Kafka

The mini-Kafka opens his eyes and looks up at Magister Linnie from under the blanket, like how a cat does... blinking slowly, then closes his eyes, snuggling under the blanket.

(Linnie puts his book aside, shifting to an upright, seated position and watches Mini-Kafka for a moment before reading the tag)

"Huh, hi there little one,"

(Linnie smiles, about to pet the plushie on the head before deciding to tuck it in instead. He quickly and quietly goes to fetch me)

"-come look at this,"

"What is it? What's gotten you so-"

(Linnie shows me the small plushie taking a nap under the blanket. I take a quick look at Mini-Kafka and the tag on him)

"Oh...awwww... they sent this here? He's adorable! I'll tell the others leave the fellow alone,"

"He is does appear to be sweet. The only thing he's done so far is snuggle under there,"

"Ok yeah, I'm gonna go make sure they don't wanna pester this guy, I'll be back"

(I vanish from the room and leave Linnie gently stroking Mini-Kafka like a cat)

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As Magister Linnie tucked in mini-Kafka under the blanket, he blinked his eyes quickly and looked up at him. The warmth of the blanket truly was... soothing... It makes him become drowsy... again...

He closed his eyes and took a nap... There were some conversations between Magister Linnie and Author Ambrosia who went on infront of him. He did heard them and... understood them... however... remains silence...

As Author Ambrosia left Magister Linnie's room, and Magister Linnie suddenly stroked mini-Kafka... like a cat... He flinched a bit due to the sudden touch, eyes wide open then sighed. A soft hum comes out of him as if... like a purr from a cat.

Mini-Kafka only seeking warmth and... comfort... trying his best not to bother Mortals due to his... existence... His tiny hand patted Magister Linnie's hand softly and looked at him in silence...

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"Oh hey easy...I didn't mean to spook you"

(Linnie eases up slightly on the pets, keeping his hand light, chuckling as Mini-Kafka begins to purr)

(He gives the plushie a tilted glance as they place a nubby hand on his)

"Do you want me to stop? Or keep going? Or...."

(Linnie hovers his hand over them, waiting on a response or sign of acknowledgement)

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Mini-Kafka blinked his eyes slowly then sinking his tiny hand in his tiny pocket. He took out a tiny hair brush and gently placed it on Magister Linnie's palm. He gestured his hands to... Comb his long, wavy silver hair using that tiny brush... As if asking for Magister Linnie to do so for... him...

A moment passed and... Mini-Kafka became flustered at his tiny request. He silently crawled deeper into the blanket and covered his redden face.

He shouldn't have asked that... He thought... It's such an embarrassing request... Is there any abyss nearby for him to just... Dive into it..?

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(Linnie takes a moment and then chuckles, taking the tiny brush with a warm smile)

"It's ok, you can come back out, I don't mind,"

(He reaches for Mini-Kafka with the brush and gently starting to comb it through the plushies silky hair, carefully tackling any tangles and smoothing it all out.)

"See? Is this nice?"

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As Mini-Kafka slowly came out of the blanket... and Magister Linnie... Gently combed his hair... He nodded his head and sighed in satisfaction... He hummed... a familiar tune... and closed his eyes... Feeling ever so soothing when being combed... his long, wavy silver hair... been smoothened... gently...

A gentle breeze surrounded them... as suddenly... Some of the Seven-Petal Sapphirine Blossoms appeared on the bed... Those flowers are... quite rare... a symbol of miracles from The Duchy of Whiteridge...

Mini-Kafka blinked slowly as he slowly gathered it and... Placed it on Magister Linnie's lap... As a... Thank you gift... For combing his hair... He looked up at Magister Linnie and smile sheepishly... then sat on the bed in silence...

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(Linnie smiles, gasping as the Sapphirine blossoms appear and are placed on his lap)

"I-Thank you..."

(Linnie gently lifts the flowers to his face, taking in their sweet scent, he closes his eyes, and sits there for a while, his brow scrunched up like he's trying not to think of something.)

(With s sniffle, he stands, taking the flowers are carefully arranging them in a vase he pulls out from a drawer in the room)