Modest in Temper, Bold in Deed.

Affiliated Nobody Housing: K-6 Ability: Barrier (3x a day) Equipment: Wooden Staff

[loyaltoafaultman-blog]

Jan was looking over at something when a blondish haired man and looked at the machine. Coming from the distant future, the machine was probably a machine that belonged in the museums of Vekta but who cared. Jan raised a eyebrow and lifted his foot to kick the machine as the pop came out. He picked it up and handed it to the stranger. 

“That wasn’t so bad, wasn’t it?”

[unfadingwill-blog]

The stranger was willing to help, at least. And as he did so Willum found himself witnessing certain abuse to the inanimate, watching with a mix of amusement and confusion. After a few kicks an item was dropped, and then handed out to him.

"Ah, I appreciate your help." Willum nodded gratefully as he took the chilled container and - "huh... this isn't the item I sought..."

[nicholasstnorth-blog]

“Spice as in herbs and fragrance. Cinnamon and cloves. It has a nostalgic taste to it that represents the spirits and warmth of the holidays.”

[unfadingwill-blog]

"Cinnamon and cloves? I see... and... what would these holidays be? I am unfamiliar."

[kageprone-blog]

     “I’m sure it does seem like magic to a lot of people, when it was actually discovered by science. Don’t go flying kites into thunderstorms just yet–if you want to know more, I can at least try to explain it to you without it sounding too confusing.”

     “Electricity is a type of energy that can build up in one place or flow from one place to another. When electricity gathers in one place it is known as static electricity; electricity that moves from one place to another is called current electricity.”

     “I can get more into detail if you’d like, but I don’t think standing in the middle of a street is quite the place for it, huh? Let’s find somewhere to sit down, first.”

[unfadingwill-blog]

"Oh? Yes I know of the types of electricity. I've studied and even excelled in that category of magic. What I find so fascinating are the instruments the people here use to harness that energy. I'd almost expect to find a mage powering these instruments."

[unfadingwill-blog]

@kageprone

"Electricity - I must admit it is fascinating. I'm curious to know the magic behind it."

[unfadingwill-blog]

@loyaltoafaultman

"Pardon me, would you provide some help? I've put some coin into this contraption yet it refuses to release it's contents to me."

[unfadingwill-blog]

@sentairangerbeelzebub

"This lack in ability is rather suffocating, isn't it..."

[unfadingwill-blog]

@nicholasstnorth

"I keep seeing something called a pumpkin spice. It seems well received but - how spicy is it, exactly?"

[starpavus]

[unfadingwill-blog]

Willum's grin grew, "I thank you for the compliment, I would give a demonstration if you were interested - perhaps in the future. I do know of magic enhancing weapons, usually with the help of runes - but yes, the sword is pure magic, and it's the hilt that helps me focus it into a blade. It's a magic that feels very... exhilarating, very clean. Ah-" Realizing he was beginning to ramble, he cleaned his throat and gave pause to the topic. This conversation wasn't all about him after all, and sometimes he had a tendency to trail into different topics, elaborating for far to long. He could talk about magic for days.

When Lucy chimed back in to elaborate on her spirit, Virgo, he was back to listening intently - absorbing everything she had to say. It was unnerving to learn how their captives have severed their power. There was a touch of concern on his face before he was nodding in agreement.

"At least you're able to summon her, even if it is briefly." Willum was then shooting a glance to his hand, to the Anchor. A power he was barely able to control. "Yes, it's very terrifying." Thoughtfully, he lifted his gaze to her. "It means the people who keep up here must be far beyond our own abilities. I suppose we're fortunate that they only wish to keep up here." Who knew what they were capable of if they decided to attack their hostages.

[unfadingwill-blog]

// This muse fell a bit flat a week or so ago but now I'm really feeling him and I'd like to get more threads. Please like this if you're interested in a starter, likely varying in length though I'll aim for minis. 

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[yoseirei]

Lucy couldn’t help but softly giggle as she listened to him.  “Being polite isn’t bad, and if it makes you more comfortable to talk that way it’s okay.  I was raised as a socialite myself, and I still find that I slip into extreme levels of politeness on occasion.”  Being at Fairy Tail, surrounded by people who cared less about who you were versus who you are, had helped a good deal.  “Should I speak more proper with you though?  You seem…rather well brought up.”  His manners were impeccable, and he did have magic.  Back in Fiore magic was common, but that didn’t mean she should treat someone who carried themselves well as though they were her equal or lesser.  Not…not that she ever would, of course.  Moving on.

“As for my spirits, I do summon them.  We make a written contract about the days I can call them for aid, and when I can I use a key to bring them here.”  Lucy reached down and pulled up her golden key, surprised she hadn’t really shown it off to start with when she mentioned what she was.  “This key belongs to my Spirit, Virgo.  She’s… a bit of a handful, and I probably don’t think it’s a good idea to overwhelm you like this when we’ve just met.”  Lucy wasn’t sure how this man would take to a spirit suddenly appearing and demanding to be punished.   Her intent was to make a good impression, not have him think she was into strange things.

“What does a Knight Enchanter do?  Do you use magic enhanced weapons?  Can you summon swords?”  The way it sounded made her think he was like Erza, or any other number of mages she’d seen with the Exquip ability.

[unfadingwill-blog]

With a smile Willum was giving a gentle shake of his head. "You need not do that, that is unless you want to. I come from a noble family, the first son, so I was brought up rather strictly." Until he was sent to the Circle, which had an even stricter atmosphere. Willum found himself beginning to relax around this young woman, which was a big relief on his nerves. He'd been nothing but tense since arriving.

As she began to speak about her magic Willum listened rather intently. A contract, a negotiation on days this spirit could be summoned, and a key. These elements were unfamiliar to him, but they seemed reasonable, they seemed good. Certainly the part about using a key in the summoning rather than her own blood. "Virgo?" Willum lifted his eyes from the key she presented to question her. All the spirits he knew of represented certain virtues, this did not sound like one. "You could summon this spirit here? Now?" A pause as she mention the idea being bad for now, and he nodded to agree. "...if it was alright, though, I would be interesting in meeting this spirit."

"Yes, actually -" As the title suggested, "I summon a sword directly from the fade. This requires a special hilt I've crafted, unfortunately the people that have brought me to this city have confiscated it." Summoning a sword wasn't the only thing a Knight Enchanter could do, of course, but mentioning the hilt had reminded him of his current lack in magic. "In fact, it seems they've capped all of my abilities... save for a simple barrier."

[magpiewhispers-blog]

@unfadingwill

Strangely, this was retro even for him. By all logic, it shouldn’t have been, since he had been around decidedly longer than even the oldest of arcade games, theoretically speaking. But it wasn’t an unfamiliar sight, considering the amount of time he had recently spent on Earth, back home. Immersing yourself in a different realm’s culture, he would call it if anyone asked.

Which is why he knew the look of someone lost when he saw it. Arcades were loud, a cacophony of different sound effects and music vying for attention and coins. And also prone to bad lighting. Loki couldn’t blame him for being lost or uncertain. He tapped lightly on the stranger’s shoulder before sauntering up beside him. 

“You know, the best way to figure them out is to try it. The rules are easier to pick up that way.”

[unfadingwill-blog]

The commotion was the reason Willum had wondering into the foreign establishment. Admittedly, everything was foreign in this city. He found himself walking in circles, watching people entranced in the glowing glass where shapes took form. Images suddenly appearing in a mirror screamed something demonic to the mage - perhaps demons inhabited the blocks where these mirrors were embedded, luring humans to them with their glow and then capturing their minds the moment eyes set upon the screen.

It was certainly something to investigate. With a great amount of confidence in his ability to resist whatever temptation demons provided, Willum cautiously approached a lone block, eyes narrowing as he looked upon the glowing glass, expecting to hear the whisper of a demon from within.

The tap to his shoulder caused him to jump, and he turned with surprise to face a stranger. Slowly absorbing his words, Willum offered no understanding. 

"Try it? I would rather fight it than let it possess my mind only for a better understanding."

[unfadingwill-blog]

joshosis

     ( @unfadingwill )

“So… wait, lemme guess.”

He held up a hand to stop the man, trying to give himself a moment to really look at him. Josh wanted to figure out what the hell his costume was. It was pretty awesome, too: clearly it had been made with high quality fabric, something that looked genuinely worn. This wasn’t some.. cheap, amateur costume. If only Josh knew.

“You are.. some kinda medieval knight.” He paused. “Other than that, I got nothin’. Sorry, man, there are just so many costumes of that era. But it looks pretty genuine, as far as I can tell. Nice job.”

Willum gave pause as a young man held a hand to him, giving a look a small surprise. The reason why he was suddenly stopped pointed to his appearance, but he wasn't sure as to why, exactly. A lot of people were dressed in strange garbs, and suddenly they were dressed even stranger.

"This isn't a costume." He explained, gesturing to the leather robes and small bits of armor. The question brought a small bit of light to Willum's confusion, though. There had to be a reason he was mistaken for wearing a costume. "What is the reason so many people are dressed unusually? Is there some sort of celebration?"

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yoseirei

Lucy watched the man closely, his expressions more of a tell than his words.  The mage liked to consider herself considerate, at least towards others, and a generally decent person at reading the mood.  This man - he called himself Willum - seemed appreciative that she’d changed the topic and therefore she decided to keep down that path.  Everyone had things they didn’t want to talk about.  Everyone had scars, just some were obviously more visible to others than most.  It’d taste a lie in her mouth to say she wasn’t curious about the mark, but it wasn’t a curiosity she could allow herself.

“There’s no need to be so formal with me.  My name’s Lucy - Lucy Heartfillia, and yes I’m a mage too.”  There was always something refreshing about meeting another person in Hive City with magic, though there was always the root knowledge that their version of magic and the things she knew were far from being the same.  Had Daylen said something about schools and branches?  Was this person of that same type, or was he like her?  Conversation would allow her to find out.

“I’m a Stellar Spirit mage, who specializes in summoning.”  Even with one key she could and would consider herself such.  Lucy had long moved past sulking and lamenting - she was on the path to reunions with her friends.  “How about you, if I may ask in return.”

Willum gave a soft, short laugh as she mentioned his formality, and his head dropped with a thoughtful smile. "It's a bit of a habit." He had, after all, wanted to be the noble son his father sought, and even when the goal of his approval had vanished with the reveal of his own magic, falling back on formality had kept him on the good side of the Templars of his Circle.

"My friends often tell me the same thing." His expression softened as they came to mind, a flicker of worry in his eyes. How would the Inquisition stand without him, he knew he wasn't it's sole driving force, but he was the one with the only means of closing the rifts. Clutching his staff he cleared his through and push concerning thoughts away, dwelling did nothing.

With the new topic, Willum smiled as she mention a specialization he was unfamiliar with. Of course he was always interested in learning about new forms of magic. Summoning didn't often suggest clean magic, however. "Do you summon spirits?" There was a touch of concern in his question. He hoped this was something like necromancy, less like blood magic. Though he tried to look at blood magic fairly, it was difficult to shake the fear and caution conditioned into that topic by the Circle.

"I'm a Knight Enchanter, though I do have an affinity for lightening in regards to the elements." He didn't bother mentioning the basic magics and others he dabbled in.

[unfadingwill-blog]

lutececiannight

   ｢I’ve seen my fair share. One world, one way, another the world, another. You would be surprised how portals allow us to see the inner workings of the world. Ah, but perhaps I’m getting too far ahead of myself.｣

    At the introduction, Rosalind nodded promptly, acknowledging the other’s presence.

    ｢A pleasure, Inquisitor Trevelyan. Rosalind Lutece. If I may ask, is that a staff you carry? I doubt you have difficulty walking.｣

As he listened to her vague answer, Willums brow knitted with a mild confusion. She spoke of portals as if they were something often used. In his experience, a portal, a rip in the veil, wasn't something spoken of so casually.

"Forgive me but, I'm not sure I follow." Whether or not he was meant to understand her words, he felt it best to voice his confusion.

As she gave her introduction he responded with another formal gesture before turning a look to the staff as it was mentioned. She questioned its presence and he wondered where she stood on the subject of mages. "Ah... yes it," Willum carefully choose his words. "It's more for stability," which wasn't a lie. "Rather than assistance with walking."

[unfadingwill-blog]

ashenlioness

“Every four hours,” she confirmed. She recalled her own initial surprise. It was completely absurd and quite unnecessary. She found herself completely turned around for the rest of the day, until some random passerby took pity on her. It felt nice in way to help someone else out of a position she had been in not too long ago.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she was quick to amend the situation, a light pink spread on her cheeks. She could hear the tsk tsk of Yennefer in the back of her head from the lack of manners, “Call me Ciri. Pleased to meet you, forgive my oversight –”

She had caught the word he had uttered at the end of his kind reminder. Ciri’s head canted a bit towards him, “Do I remind you of someone?”

"Ser Ciri," Willum repeated for memories sake, and was abruptly shaking his head to her question. "No ah-" Not instantly, though his denial became hesitant as he regarded her once more, his pace slowing. She took charge as Cassandra would, yet she was more approachable than the Seeker. Cassandra usually had a rather intimidating look on her face... now that he was thinking about her, he felt the loss of her presence tighten in his chest.

"I only meant to mention you with respect as a warrior." He explained with a short nod to her sword. Willum was glancing to his staff seconds after, suddenly realizing the reason they had been given 'downgraded' instruments. Was this meant to hinder them, or challenge them? Now was not the time to dwell on the situation, however... not within a place that may render him so easily lost. He had an astoundingly terrible sense of direction in the fist place.

Back to the prior topic. "Have you meet with the cartographer before?" asked Willum, under the assumption that she already knew where she was going.

[unfadingwill-blog]

ccgsjascn

      Juuzou nearly did trip over the discarded staff, prosthetic leg making a peculiar sound when his calf hits the wood. He’d been humming to himself, counting out cash from a stolen wallet, and therefore hadn’t noticed what was in front of him. Eyes widening, he turned toward the man who seemed to be the owner of the path-blocking piece of wood.

      “Is it okay, where you come from, to just leave shit lying around?”

Well, the attitude Willum was faced with certainly surprised him. He stared very briefly at the boy before his comment clicked. "Oh!" And then he rushed to pick the staff back up, holding it upright and closer to himself now.

"My apologies, I ..wasn't thinking."