not a monster

aff. w/ isola radiale.

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huntingthelight‌:

Nice night to have a proper stroll under, especially now that everything was fairly zombie-free. Kuro took care not to step on any benches as she gazed softly at the trees surrounding her, clicking her beak in surprise whenever a stray petal wandered its way onto her face.

Her eyes widened at a particularly familiar voice, though it felt far more energetic than the last time she heard it. She turned around, and-

“What???” Kuro blinks. Multiple times. She didn’t even have any time to say hello or process, again, that Seth called her a big fluffy lady, or realise that they didn’t know each others names-

She shakes her head to clear her mind and begins waddling on over, eyes flashing brightly in a rather chipper manner. Until … she sees those yet-to-heal-wounds on him. Her feathers ruffle up and she furrows her brows. “Did- did you just ask me to fight? With those injuries?“

Kuro lowers her face towards him, very tempted to peck him on the head but resisting the urge, instead glaring from his ready-to-punch fists to his determined expression with a mixture of judgement and shock, “You’ve got a death wish!? Why do you want to fight, of all things, after being hurt like that by the corrupted bodies?!”

his own brows furrow as she seems reluctant to give in to his request. rather, she worried over injuries that would eventually heal or scar over, and were beyond seth’s scope of immediate problems. he tries to prove it so with the flexing of his arms, “ don’t worry about me. these are just scratches, i’ll be fine ! ” 

“ --- after all, i’ve got a championship to win, ” he looks directly into her vibrant eyes, a hard expression on his features. it was a bold statement spoken with a thumb now jutted toward his chest. he’s more than determined to win the next viable round he’s pitted against, seth doing his best to send the message across to his companion. it’s importance was expressed deeply on his demeanor so it could not be missed.

besides, there was a certain faith in sparring with the large feathered individual. a feeling --- he notes now as being familiar and homey. there was no denying ---  “ so c’mon, fight me ! ”

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baddestdangerboy‌:

Okay if he would take any plan–

Badou takes off at a run in the opposite direction, 

“BOOK IT, MOTHERFUCKER!” 

He expects Seth to charge after him, by the way. There’s no shame for this plan.

“ wh -- what the hell ?! ” he shouts after the teen, inexplicably frozen between following along with this dumbass plan or sticking around to face off the ghosts. this was not the plan that was expected. he’d hate to leave a fight behind, but there was no winning against this encounter. a sweat breaks on his forehead, before seth finally decides to chase the footsteps of the other --- pride be damned. 

“ wait, ya bastard ! haah --- ” he’s trying to catch up, breath shortening while running as fast as his legs can take him. yet, a distant howl of a geist and zombie runner grabs his attention --- a curious look turned towards his right where he sees the two entities not too far away. “ shit, forget that --- keep running ! they’re tailing right behind us ! ”

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dyrndragon‌:

“Nemesis sound like monsters, confusing. Should give names to certain types.“ Dyrn isn’t really getting very many answers, but they decide since it isn’t their world then they shouldn’t care about the answers they get. They probably wouldn’t remember them anyway.

“Not jealous!“ Dyrn didn’t really have horns themselves anyway, they were more like ears and they could wiggle. 

At the very least Dyrn was getting bored with seth at this moment. They might bug them later but for now… “Want more food.“

he huffs in disagreement, but let’s the topic pass. in fact, just as the little dragon mentioned food, seth’s stomach grumbled fiercely. right, they had stolen what he had been eating earlier and he had not gotten his fill from the banquet --- the memory returns now, causing his brows furrow.

“ you mean steal more food ---  i won’t forget what you did,” he corrects, now rising to his feet. in the least, they had made for a quick conversation.“ i should get some too and you better stay away from it this time, got it ?! ”

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newcomer ⇒ DWARF RANK

seth is now able to use the great tool called the internet !

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Happy Birthday Seth !! (Nov.17th) ( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

“ oh, you actually remembered ? ” he beams a smile towards meilou, joyed over the celebratory wish for his birth date. “ thanks !! ”

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ai-kizu-rp‌:

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“Ooh okay, I’m sorry.” The young man seemed sensible at this part of the body. She decided not to check it.

“Eh- No, wait please, I’m not done yet!” The lady said, holding back his arm, summoning a Bloodstone in her hand and applying it on the shoulder. “It’s to close and erase the wound for good. Forgive me for insisting, but I like doing my job until the end. Please trust me, it’ll take only one minute.”

And as the wizard girl claimed, the wound disappeared totally after she stroke thehealing stone on it.

“There you go, it’s all clean and gone now. You are welcome ~” Meilou smiled, always delighted and relieved whenever she succeeds in healing hurt people.

“ woah, good as new ! ” he flexes his arm with ease, without pain or discomfort as if the puncture wound was never there in the first place. she wasn’t kidding around about closing and erasing the injury --- and done in such a short amount of time made it quite the feat too. while his attention lingers on clenching muscles for a moment longer, his features are bright with a smile, thankful for her service in the end.

“ how did you do it ? i didn’t see or sense fantasia, ” seth finally comes to ask, turning hazel eyes in her direction with a curious look. there was that potion thing and some kind of rock ?  perhaps it was just one of those concoctions or methods --- what was it again ? “ was that algae or something ? ”

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dyrndragon‌:

“Nemesis? What are they like, why do they infect you?“ Dyrn asks more questions, curious about this part of another world. Why would something affect another creature and give it more power in return?

“Will your horns grow?“ Dyrn stretches out their neck to get a better look at the small horns.

“ that’s what we all want to know. ” and by ‘ we ’, he means those whom have been infected. research for the cause or a means of prevention has been underway for quite some time, according to doc back home. but despite so, there has not been a single discovery or breakthrough --- nothing the RADIANT wouldn’t answer at least; the source of nemeses. an internal curse for his ruined goal. “ anyway, nemesis can be squishy, furry or even hard. there isn’t one kind ! i saw a snail nemesis with a tail and fur once. ”

upon the little dragon’s following question, seth subconsciously places a hand on his horns. will they grow ? probably. after all, piodon --- his ‘ brother ’ --- had larger versions of the ones he has. “ i think they will. why are you askin’ ? are you jealous that i’ll get bigger horns than you ? ”

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@huntingthelight​

it could have been all so much easier --- without the necessary spells conjuring themselves as commanded, fantasia was useless to him. with these injuries from the zombie invasion still hindering his movements, he felt useless. yet, despite what he considered to be minor hardships were put to the test in a secluded area of the cherry blossom park. where the petals still danced in the night’s breeze and with the sways of his movements, illuminated by glowing lanterns.

seth punches and kicks the air in timed intervals, shadowboxing with an invisible opponent. the time in this city had stumped his training with that old sorcerer and now as a contestant in a ring of fighters, there was no better time. he needed to be in top shape and form; regardless of what he could mold from magic or if wounds would reopen again.

a figure in the darkness, however, catches his immediate attention. he huffs as he wipes away the beads of sweat on his forehead, eyes trained at what seemed to be a stranger. yet, from the way the light reflects off their form, there could only be one individual fitting ---

“ oi --- big fluffy lady ! ” he recalls the time they had spent together, battered and torn against a horde of the undead. she had held up amazingly then, despite her state at the time. he admired her brute strength and size --- which would make the other a perfect sparring partner. “ i need you to fight me, right now ! ”

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baddestdangerboy‌:

He watches, gapes, as that powerful move has absolutely no effect. The things are practically laughing at Seth, and Badou feels his blood run cold.

“Did you pee a little?” Badou didn’t but you know, we have to be sure.

But now as they circle around, the teen’s only got one more idea.

“Alright, one last thing. Are you ready? You gotta do as I say, dude. This might be it,” his eye is wild, mirroring the desperation in his very bones.

“ i-i think so ... ” probably didn’t pee on himself, but he really needed to pee now. any more ghostly tricks from the geist and he was sure to leak. nevertheless, he clenches his fists once more and steels himself for whatever last resort the other had planned.

“ im ready, just say the word one-eye. ” be it ridiculous or simply plain genius, they were both desperate and seth would take any plan over no plan. 

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wiitchoftime‌:

      you aren’t sure why anyone would chase someone off for having horns. maybe if more humans had horns they wouldn’t care but you think it’s generally odd that they don’t have horns in the first place as you’re used to everyone having horns on your planet. maybe humans just felt like they were weird too for not having horns and didn’t like other humans that had them – you could only try to guess what their deal with him was.

      you generally don’t like lies and you frown as he says he lied, but it had a good reason you suppose.

DAMARA: NO REASON TO LYING. DAMARA: THEY ARE STUPID. DO NOT GIVE PEOPLE TIME WHO ARE NOT FOND OF YOU.

      your head tilts to one side as he asks how you pass off as a ‘normal’ person and you’re not sure how to even taken that. does he think you’re human? you think it odd that humans tend to just think you’re one of them or in a costume or something but you also couldn’t understand what this boy was so you have no space to talk. maybe humans just try to find likeness in other species – alien or not. you suppose it’s a way of not feeling alienated or lonely but you’re not too familiar with human culture.

DAMARA: I AM ALIEN. ALL TROLL HAVE HORNS ON MY PLANET. DAMARA: WELL. DID.  DAMARA: SO. HORNS VERY NORMAL FOR ME.

“ right, sorry ... ” there’s a twinge of regret as he winces from her tone and expression. it was in that moment, she reminded him of alma --- perhaps, it was just the attitude the witch branded with her chosen words that painted the image for him. it sounded like a phrase alma would have said to him too. except, it would have been preceded with a fist straight to his head to make sure it sticks.

thankfully, the other did not have a fierce scowl on her features, a mass of hair, shaped like a bush, nor found the need to give drive her meaning through his thick skull. nevertheless, he didn’t expect the lie to affect her so much, but what was done, is done. in the least, he has learned a bit more about the witch of time through it. 

“ i see. what’s an allen ? ” the word ‘ alien ’ was not exactly in seth’s dictionary. “ actually, tell me over some food. i’m STARVING ! come on, we should go get some ! ”

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i’ll get to replies on here soon, including some event threads. those interacting with seth can choose to continue them or not, since it has long ended. i’ve been in a writing slump as of late, i apologize for any delays !

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tenshiwhip‌:

Eating with a full mouth wasn’t anything she really approved of, but also nothing new to the angel at all. Most of her friends were demons after all, and they rarely had good table manners. 

“You’re not? That’s weird, you really do look like one…”  But her question answered itself, after hearing that the person in front of her, didn’t know what the netherworld even was. Well, there were many worlds she didn’t know of yet, so it wasn’t that unlikely, for him to be a normal human being.

But when the boy continued to talk, she tiled her head a little in confusion. “Infected with… ‘nemesis’? That does sound like a sickness, but I’ve never heard of it before. I’m sorry, but… could you tell me more about it?” If it really turned out to be some kind of virus, she maybe would be able to help him out after all. But before the nurse could know that for sure, she would have to get to know the details first. 

“ infected BY a nemesis --- they’re these monsters that use fantasia. if you survive after being in contact with them, you become infected. well, really you get some kind of weird effect. like the horns on my head --- ” in addition to being able to wield the very magic nemesis use. tendrils of power which laid dormant in the spaces between the world, only awakening under the beck and call of a sorcerer; sparking on their fingertips like stars. 

these abnormalities made people afraid and the miscommunication between the two treats them like outcasts or diseased individuals. 

“ so, like i said, i’m not a demon, ” he continues, sifting through a mound of rice with the spoon. “ and if you’re not infected, then ... what are you ? and what’s the nutter world ? ” 

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baddestdangerboy‌:

Now he’s scared, NOW the other teen is scared and commanding when their collective dicks are about to be snuck up on.

Actually, that thing isn’t subtle at all. Badou lets out a screech, too, and immediately levels his gun at this creature, opening fire. It seems as though he maybe hits it– but not enough–

“WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO, PUNCH US OUT OF THIS!?”

he wants to believe it’s not surprising the bullets had no effect on these floating ... things. but, he’s actually surprised it had no effect. he’s left dumbfounded as the geists continue their sweeps up above, but thankful for the other teen’s great observation and suggestion --- which spurred seth to do what he does best. 

“ let me try ! ” he launches himself upward, gaining enough air to come face with one of these ethereal entities. fantasia channels itself towards a tight fist, collecting into a single point between his knuckles. it was no titan punch ( for the spell oddly failed to complete itself here ) but it was close enough --- a hook delivered to what would have been the geist’s face. however the result, unfortunately, ending the same. 

as if to mock his efforts, the spirit flies through the center of his body, exiting from his back as seth lands back on the ground. it was an oddly, disgusting feeling. he’s patting down his chest frantically, a chill wracking his entire body from head to toe, “ it --- it went right through me ! ” 

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“Just a scratch ? What if it gets infected ? You could get sick because of this scratch.” No, the lady wasn’t lecturing this boy… or maybe a little.

Without waiting any longer, Meilou picked a Rutilated quartz elixir out of her belt and cleaned the wound with it. “Do not worry, I am a healer.” She explained before the horned teenager would struggle. Sure, he didn’t ask her for anything, but Meilou always felt the urge to cure and help people. Moreover, the sight of blood made her feel uneasy.

“… Is this just a scratch too?” She questioned him, softly poking his right cheek covered with a sticking-plaster.

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seth watched her efforts to provide care to the wound with a contorted look --- an unfamiliar alchemy being used as it pours over his shoulder. it barely stung, but he didn’t ask for this attention nor the help. a loud complaint ready to be voiced on the very tip of his tongue, at least, not until she claimed to be a healer. 

and poked the seal on his cheek.

“ eh, no --- ” he says, inching his head away from her touch. that was a whole other can of worms that should never find itself open again. he rolls his injured shoulder, proving to be able to survive with the puncture; despite the wincing, “ anyway, i’m fine ! see ? i don’t need your support. ”

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dyrndragon‌:

“Seth, a horned human.“ Dyrn repeats back at them as if accepting what the other is. They squeak, sniffing at the other a bit more. What did they mean by infected? They smelled pretty human to Dyrn.

“Why are you infected? You don’t smell sick.“

“ i’m not really sick. it’s more like ...  ” the city was vast and chock full with individuals of all sorts of shapes and sizes, but even then it was hard to explain what was such a simple concept back home in a foreign location. there were no nemeses or wizards ... 

“ look, coming into contact with monsters called ‘ nemesis ’ and surviving makes you infected. alma has severe headaches, melie has fits she can’t control. ” he points to the white knobs in a sea of black hair, “ i have horns on my head --- they’re all proof that we can now control the magic nemesis use. ”

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‘ do you know what faith is? ’

* pet sematary prompts || accepting

“ face ? ” he sends a judging stare towards the man, eyes narrowed. of course he knew what a ‘ face ’ was, everyone owns a face --- what kind of question is this, anyway. yet, the cogs of seth’s thoughts start to turn as he dwells on it for a moment longer, trying to put two and two together. “ is there something on my face --- or do you wanna go, huh ? ”