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//I should probably make a post here, but I’m not really into rping as much as I was a month or so ago, mostly because I have new interests and my tolerance for this fandom has kind of nose dived in the past week or so. //I may be back at some point but I don’t exactly know when sorry!
oneheartlessceo:
“Alright. You just… wait here. Be back in a bit.” Strife patted his head awkwardly and ducked out of the tent again, wandering over to the abandoned work area. He grabbed the first piece of cactus he saw and looked it over, hissing when he stabbed himself on the spines.
Nothing seemed weird about it. Just a normal cactus. He looked over at Rythian’s tent, frowning. What was making him act like that, then?
As he continued to sit on the bed, Rythian waited for Strife to return. Time seemed to be passing so slowly as he waited, had Strife been gone three minutes or more at this point? Getting slightly worried about him and not particularly wanting to be alone now more than is necessary, Rythian stood up and slowly inched towards the door, still not daring to look out, and called out, “Strife? Have you found the cacti yet? ...Do you maybe have any idea what’s going on?”
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Now that the fire’s gone, Zoeya looks over the mess of her work. Wiping her flesh hand over her forehead, she sighs for a moment, before flashing a grin at Rythian again.
“Well, I was trying to make a thing for my arm.” She waves said arm vaguely at the mess left over. “But I don’t even know what caused the fire, soo…” She trails off, thinking for a moment. “Should probably figure that out first.”
“True, its probably best to work that out at least, so we can avoid it happening again.” Looking at the mess on Zoeya’s workbench, Rythian really had no clue where to even begin.
“Well did you see which part caught fire first maybe? Or did you do something that caused it to catch fire? That’s at least somewhere to start I guess.” He shrugged, trying in some way to apply what he usually did when his magic went somewhat wrong to this situation.
railroadgreen:
Strippin lifted Rythian up over his shoulder and laughed. “Mate, I think I can handle myself, I have been doing that for the past 20 odd years, I know what I need in my life and I know how to keep people safe, especially Benji.” he grinned.
He carried Rythian over to his bed, leaning over to drop him on it and looming over him. “Now, be a good boy and get yourself some rest, I don’t want you to burn yourself out, ‘cause like you said, we’re friends.”
Continuing to whinge as Strippin hoisted him up onto his shoulder and carried him over to the bed, Rythian finally eased up on his protestations as he was dropped on the bed. Yawning again, he suddenly realised exactly how tired he was and how comfortable his bed was right now.
“Fine I’ll sleep for a while.” He grumbled, looking up at Strippin. “At least promise you won’t let me sleep too long, I really need to fix this before they turn up again.” He mumbled, rolling over and closing his eyes, not realising Strippin still didn’t have a clue what had happened the previous night.
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Elyfar nodded along as Rythian spoke, wishing he’d brought along a notepad or some device to tap in this information. Much of this was news to him and could be of much use at a later date.
“No, no, I believe I’m following,” he replied, giving another lopsided smile. “The elemental weakness you spoke of is familiar to me. I…have some experience with such examples.” He chose to stop himself before he went on a ramble of his own.
“This natural magical core is new to me. Does everyone possess one?”
“Yes, everyone possesses one, which is why people can use magical artifacts. But to actually wield magic a stronger magical core than the norm is needed, which not everyone has.” Leaning back against his desk, he continued, “It is possible to train yourself to have a stronger core, but there is a limit to how far you can train with that, though it depends from person to person again.”
Rythian thought for a second before turning to close the book he had been referencing and placing it on top of the pile on his desk then returning to look at Elyfar and smiling. “I could lend you some of these books if you want, as long as you promise to return them at some point.”
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Stop what you’re doing and look at my great coat. See it? Okay good carry on.
//It’s munday so have a selfie of me lmao
//fun fact: 10 seconds after this was taken my sunglasses fell off my head rip Leon
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“Ah…what an unusually small animal, then,” Elyfar muttered, his tone noticeably less friendly. He backed away from the dog, seeming to relax once he deemed himself to be a safe distance from the beast.
“Oh, I know a little,” he replied, remembering the reason he’d come here in the first place. “For instance I understand that the many different kinds of magic have their own unique sources. Some being elemental, others drawn from arcane obyects…that’s as much as I know, though.”
Confused by Elyfar’s sudden change in demeanour towards Ghost, Rythian decided not to question it, not wanting to pry. He instead quietly called Ghost to him, petting the dog before pointing him into the tent, deciding its for the best to keep him away for the time being. As the dog lolloped slowly into the tent, Rythian turned back to Elyfar.
“Well yes, there are all different forms of magic but they generally have one distinct core that is generally the same to begin with. Most people do possess magic, but some have stronger powers at birth than others, meaning they have an easier time accessing and controlling magic than other people could.“ Stopping his spiel for a second, Rythian smiled at Elyfar. “Don’t worry though, I’m sure you’ll be able to control magic since you have some experience previously.”
As he continued, Rythian turned back to the book he had opened on his desk. “Now magic users have this central core of magic to begin with, but can choose to specialise in different forms of magic if they wish to, as I do with end magic. This specialisation has an effect on the source of magic inside of the person, though it’s not the only thing that can affect a person’s magic.” As he said this, his hands unconciously gripped the book they were resting on as he was suddenly reminded of his own experience with such things, before he realised what he was doing and willing himself to once again relax.
“I’ve heard of people in the past getting so far into a specialisation that it affects how the world around them interacts with them. For example, I once knew of a fire mage who could withstand standing in fire and lava, but actually felt pain when the rain hit them. End magic also causes its own strengths and weaknesses in people, though it does take quite a lot of dedication and study to reach that point, so you don’t have to worry about it if I show you how to perform some of it.”
Suddenly realising how much he had rambled, Rythian looked back up at Elyfar. “Sorry for going on so much there, have you got any questions about any of that? It may have been slightly confusing I admit.”
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Strife frowned, thinking as he listened to Rythian talked. “I mean, that’s pretty weird. Not the weirdest, but fears don’t just appear out of nowhere.” He rubbed his jaw, trying to figure out a solution of some sort. “You said it started with the cacti in your chest? Can I see it?” Maybe the answer would be there.
Sighing, Rythian dropped his head back into his hands, embarrassed by how much this sudden fear was affecting him. Lifting his arm, he pointed shakily out of the tent towards his outside work area. “If you want to take a look be my guest, but I’m definitely not going out there.”
Sighing, Rythian followed her at a slower pace than the one Zoeya had gone off at, mainly to keep an eye on her in case she needed some assistance but also out of curiosity over how bad the situation really was. As they both got closer to Zoeya’s work space, Rythian began to relax, confident most of the camp was definitely not on fire by now.
By the time Zoeya got there, the project she’d been working on is most certainly ablaze. Pushing plans on fixing it or improving it out of her head for the moment, she wastes no time in throwing the water onto it, coughing at the smoke but feeling a little satisfaction at the hiss.
She looks around for any more flames, just in case, as the smoke disperses slowly, and pats out a few that have started on her nearest workbench. Then Zoeya grins, and turns in the direction of Rythian’s approach, giving him a thumbs up.
As Zoeya’s work area came into view, Rythian sighed in relief and slowed his pace. Watching as she wrestled with the fires, he continued walking over as she finished dispersing them and smiled as she gave him a thumbs up.
“Is there anything I can help with? I mean the fire seems to have ruined what you were working on, and I mean you know I’m not exactly great with technology,” Reaching her side, he scratched his head, slightly embarrassed at admitting that, “But I can probably at least help somewhat, if you perhaps direct me a bit.”
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A box was left ornately upon Rythian's desk, adorned with a scarlet ribbon to contrast the dull exterior. A note was scrawled onto the side of it. "If you trust in the safety of your home and your friends, perhaps consider using this on that muscled lout you favor living near. Maybe you'll reconsider trying to protect the people you barely know anything about." inside the box was a golden chalice with the words "Drink and your truth will be revealed." engraved on the rim.
Upon finding the box, Rythian was suspicious, not exactly willing to trust an anonymous parcel like this. As he read the note upon the box, his suspicions were ever more compounded, but despite his misgivings he opened the box carefully to find out exactly what the anonymous sender intended for Strippin.
As he read the enscription, Rythian knew exactly what he should do with this. Closing the box, he moved it under his desk, covering in a blanket to make sure it was hidden as possible. There was no way he would follow the instructions given, not wanting to use an unknown object like this on anyone.
Strippin took some careful steps up to the tent, pulling the drape open to check inside, noticing Rythian laying over at his desk, his face resting on the pages of an open book and a pile of it's kin stacked up next to him. Did he really spend all the night reading? Strippin cautiously approached him and tapped his shoulder. "Rythian..." he whispered yet, no response. "Rythian." he nudged him again. "Wake up."
Rythian blearily opened his eyes, blinking blearily for a second before realising where he was and what had happened last night, then jolting upwards. “Strippin! There was this stranger and he just appeared out of nowhere last night and threatened you and Benji and the desert and I’m sure he mentioned Sips and-”
He began flipping through the book again while reaching for another, his sleep deprivation causing him to accidentally knock over the books and not realise what he had done for a good few seconds, until he slowly looked down at the books on the floor and blinked. “I need to find a way to defend the desert.” He simply said, still staring down at the books on the floor as though addressing them rather than Strippin.
Strippin stepped back to avoid getting hit by the flying books before quickly approaching Rythian once again and gripping his shoulders, keeping him still. “Oi, mate.” he shook him ever so slightly, noticing that Rythian was reaching for the books and stepping in front of them.
“You’ve been up all night reading, and I know this because every few hours I heard you yelling “NOT THIS ONE”. So can you please just get some rest and we can deal with whatever happened later? You’re gonna burn out if you keep pushing yourself in this way.” he muttered.
“It’s best if you just go to sleep for a few hours, get some shut eye, because sweetheart you are defending no desert with those bags.” he took Rythian by the hand and almost dragged him to his bed. “Me and Benji can defend the desert while you sleep.”
Halfheartly fighting against Strippin’s grip, Rythian tried his best to return to his desk to continue his work despite his tiredness. “I can sleep when I’ve at least found some way to shield our bases. I can’t - I won’t let them harm you,” He looked at Strippin as he said this, his seriousness slightly undermined as he yawned loudly. “You’re my friends, I need to protect you.” He finished, before once again attempting to go back to his desk.
//currently rating the hotness of shakespeare at his birthplace so replies are gonna be slow
