Hold your horses. Just because I am willing to talk doesn't mean I enjoy it. Stick straight to the point to make my work easier over here.
And yes, I am extremely busy, so don't expect me to lift a finger until I've got the time for you. Could be a couple of ... days. But since you came to me, I am sure you are willing to wait.
But hey, at least I won't tell you what to ask and what not. Free speech. There are a few lines, of course, but if you dare cross them, I know how to deal with it: ...
Disregard. My greatest strength. And perhaps some measures beyond your understanding.
Alright, I talked enough. I am looking forward to.... not hearing from you. Much appreciated.
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I drew my favorites, Morgan and Dura, as the 3rd and 14th Arcana. (I didn’t go too deep into the symbolism; I mostly just wanted to show how I see them, so please don’t come for me if you know more about this stuff....)
I think the 3rd Arcana (The Empress) is pretty self-explanatory, since it’s the Arcana of life and creation, and it suits Dura 100%. But I’ll explain my choice for the 14th (Temperance)--
The 14th Arcana represents the ability to bring opposites together, understand complex processes, and find balance even between things that seem completely incompatible.
Morgan is someone who’s trying to reconcile the irreconcilable: life and death, two literal opposites. That’s why I think the 14th describes both the reasoning behind his actions and the nature of what he does pretty accurately, I guess... His whole thing is understanding the balance between these two forces, experimenting with bringing people back to life and all that (including some forbidden stuff). And apparently, judging by the story, some of those attempts actually worked--
So yeah, that’s why I chose the 14th for him.
The 13th really doesn’t suit him that well, just saying.
And when it comes to their compatibility, Morgan and Dura get the 17th Arcana (The Star), which represents two people who can sometimes have completely opposite interests, yet still fully understand and support each other. It’s one of the strongest kinds of bonds, one built on mutual respect and acceptance, even when there are things about the other person that they themselves don’t fully understand. Literally life and death--
It’s a connection between two people who share the same idea or a higher goal, with a strong sense of mutual admiration between them. I want to draw them with this compatibility later too!! ❤️🩹
Did you even read it? I'd like to think it worthy a read but at the same time, I wonder how much if it you'd actually grasp.
Listen, what DO you actually remember? Don't be proud of having forgotten and do something about it. Hamster or not, you can read.
*Morgan moves past the stacked books and scattered papers, to the desk, where the grimoire is waiting for him. It gives off a gentle aura of familiar feeling - the cold of Death. Something uncomfortable and frightening to everyone else, but something rather soothing to himself, as if it was his beloved blanket to wrap himself up in at night. Before reaching out, his eyes fall upon the paper next to it.*
Hm? The.... Void Relic?
Ugh, yes. THAT thing.
It is here?
*Morgan turns around, eyes scanning up and down the tower shelves, his magic waiting for its answer to his call. But there is nothing.*
... No.
HEY, GOLDIE, WHERE'S THE VOID RELIC? I CAN'T SENSE IT HERE IN THE TOWER. Hope you've got that in a save place...
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Я нарисовала Моргана в виде бога смерти. Я 100% сторонница этой теории, благодаря куче намёков от разрабов в игре. Очень жду его, пожалуйста???? Я уже смирилась, что Дара игровой не будет, но не отбирайте у меня хотя бы это счастье--
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Note : Unfortunately... Magister Evangeline is still... in Hamster form...
. . .
From Magister Kafka's point of view, Morgan's voice became slightly faded. His shoulders slumped, and his gaze... remain fixed on the ground. Magister Evangeline noticed his silence, as she, then... became his mouth piece,
"Yeah, YEAHH~ YOU'RE THE MORGAN THE FIRST-- THAT SIMPLE SPELL, OF COURSE-- RIGHT UNDER YA LOONG SLEEVE! PFFTT--"
As she witnessed Morgan's shocking expression, she squeaked, plastering such... adorable smile of a hamster, clapping her tiny paws. "YUP2! ... That's good to hear it, right, Kafka?? YA NEED THIS, FOR SURE~ YA LOOK SOO STINKY 'CAUSE HANGIN' OUT AROUND HERE! BLERGH--" She stuck out her tiny tongue and let out a squeaky giggle of a hamster.
She, then... crossed her arms and pouted, when he mentioned that they kept on doing nonsense, "W-WE AIN'T DOIN' NONSENSE! WE'RE DOIN' OUR JOB AS MERLIN-- PER USUAL!" She blinked her tiny, beady eyes quickly when she noticed... he slowly... covering his ears.
... he had lost the strength to silence her... as the bickering between her and Morgan was... quite nostalgic and... deafening.
Morgan's voice slightly muffled, as he shook his head a bit due to dizziness. He couldn't utter a single word at the moment, as his heartbeats were louder than ever. Suddenly, Morgan grabbed his shoulder, carefully pulling him up on his feet.
He yelped and... from his hazy vision, he was, now... right beside him. He flustered even more than ever, as the one... the formidable mage that he was longing to meet, again... was ever so close to him.
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𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯, 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘰. 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.
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Morgan's voice was finally crystal clear, as he also... could feel how he firmly held his arm to steady him. Such... warm hand... despite his hand wrapped with some bandages. Tears formed at the corner of his eyes, as he slowly... nodding his head.
"My... my apologies... ... Sir Morgan... I... ... I should've rested more... after all the commotions... and... assisting... around.... Serene Lyceum..." He mumbled in slow paced, as he could only hear a slight grunt from him. He, then... cast a blue portal infront of them. The portal was slightly flickering, as Morgan, then... supported Magister Kafka to enter it.
. .
. . .
... They didn't ended up in the usual, Quaint Mystical House of theirs. Instead, they were now... in the Living Area, of the Stellar Spire. The living area was... warmer than the Lyceum Cemetery, as the warmth came from the fireplace and even... the warming incense which was located on the side table of the bed.
. . .
The faint, twinkling sound of the memory stars could be heard near the living area, as some of them were levitating, high above their heads. Magister Kafka leaned a bit upon Morgan's arm, as he then... guided by him towards the bed.
. . .
"... My... apologies..." He took a deep breath and released it, tapping his own knee... hoping it didn't failed him. He couldn't deny how his steps were ever so wobbly at the moment.
"Blergh..." She crossed her tiny arms, glancing away... feeling ever so cringe about what she witnessed at that moment.
Morgan glanced at the tiny, hamster form of Magister Evangeline, quite defenceless on Magister Kafka's right shoulder. She wiped her plump cheeks a bit with her tiny paws and glancing at the window, hoping that she would turn back into a human... soon...
A mischievous smirk slowly formed on his face, as he, without any warning... flicked her off Magister Kafka's right shoulder. She let out a long squeak, due to the sudden... free fall from such greater height, ending up plopping on the comfy bed. She let out a sigh, however... the suffering didn't end there.
Magister Kafka blinked his eyes slowly towards Morgan, wondering why he did that with his hazy mind. With his usual smirk still remain on his face, he, then... pushed him lightly to sit at the edge of the bed. Due to his wobbly legs and his light push, ... he ended up accidentally sit on her, causing her to let out a high pitch squeak!
"EEEEEEE~ KAFKA, GET OFF ME! YOUR BUM'S CRUSHIN' ME!"
"Ahh... My... My apologies..." He moved a bit and... scooped her up with his shaky palm. Her tiny ears twitched, as she heard a loud laugh coming from Morgan, as he, then... cough a bit.
"DANG IT-- YOU--
IT'S A PAYBACK FOR WHAT I DID TO YA, HUH??"
She growled, however... her anger simmered down quickly when he whispered another apology beside her tiny ear, petting her plump back ever so gently.
He couldn't deny how his gaze was ever so blurry at the moment, as he could only... lowered his gaze, as if a bow, while sitting at the edge of the bed. "Thank you... Sir Morgan... for assisting me towards this..."
"OUR MAGIC TOWAH, ZE STELLAR SPIRE! NOT ALL PEOPLE CAN ACCESS THIS PLACE-- N THIS IS OUR PRIVATE CHAMBAH! Ya quite a lucky dude. ... I dunno how ya win his heart-- BLERGH." She stuck out her tiny tongue and grumbled, as she felt the aching sensation from being squashed by... his bum.
"Feel free to... urm... browsing through some... of the Grimoires here... before you leave... ..." He massaged his arm where he, once... held it. The warmth... still remain on it, causing a small smile formed on his face.
"I'll let Cranky know about how ya look and register ya as a Guest, laterrr." She jumped off his palm, waddling on the mattress then... rolling on the pillow.
*After they had stepped through the portal, Morgan couldn't hide his surprise at the unfamiliar location. He knew the Mystical House from a previous visit, but this? Entirely different, emanating such strong magic, one he knew well belonged to the rookies. They were really quite impressive mages, though he'd never admit that openly.*
Wow. This house of yours is huge! Are you... trying to compensate for something there? It's surely not just to collect books and paintings?
*Knowing well that a tour wasn't on the agenda, Morgan didn't insist on an answer and didn't hesitate to guide Kafka over to the warm corner and towards the bed.*
You are way too heavy, rook. More like a sack of potatoes. Or, wait... maybe that's just...
*And without warning, he flicks her off Kafka's shoulder. Morgan can hardly contain his laughter, only holding back to drop Kafka gently down into the bedside.*
Oops, my bad. So sorry, goldie.
There. Now don't go anywhere and rest. And yes, maybe I'll do just that. Gonna take a stroll and check out some of the books you have. Hey, maybe you even got some old studies from Morgan the First! I heard he was quite a pioneer in many magical fields!
Magister Evangeline pouted, grumbled then... rolling back on the mattress from the pillow. Meanwhile, Magister Kafka utter a soft apology... when Morgan mentioned that he was... quite heavy.
Her tiny ears twitched when she heard something... that she didn't expected to hear, "I can't believe it--
YA APOLOGIZE FOR WHAT YA DID?? WOW! Heh, I know ya won't repeat yaself, that's verrry rare, n I'll accept it! ... Guess ya learnt from Zai, huh?"
She giggled then squeaked, giving Morgan such... bright smile of a hamstah, clapping her tiny paws together. "AHAHAHAA~ IT'S AWESOME, RIGHT?? OUR AWESOME, MAGIC TOWAH! ... ACTUALLY, LEYMAR GAVEAWAY THIS ABANDONED TOWAH TO US--"
"... In return... we became the... Educators within the Serene... Lyceum... back then... ... I... couldn't recall... The precise years of us... owning this Stellar Spire and... educating the students here..." He continued her sentences and flustered, slowly touching the back of his neck. He couldn't deny of how... his vision was ever so blurry at that moment.
"AND-- WE RENOVATED INTO THIS COOL, MAGIC TOWAH AND IT BECAME OUR HOME AND OFFICE BACK WHEN WE'RE THE PROFS HERE! THE AWESOME PART IS THAT-- THE TOWAH FLOATS ON TOP OF THE LAKE! AHAHAHAHAA~" She squeaking in delight, giving such... adorable smile at Kafka. In return, he slowly... nodded his head in agreement.
Both Magisters then... tilted their heads, as they remained gazing upon each other, hearing Morgan's statements before he took a stroll within the Stellar Spire. ... Did they ever keep some old studies of the Members of the Arcane Council in their Stellar Spire, in the first place..?
... They truly forgot about that, due to amnesia.
"Morgan The First, a Pioneer in many magical fields?? ... YA GOTTA BE KIDDIN' ME-- ALL I KNOW THAT-- HE'S A BOSSY, MESSY, SASSY MAGE AND LIKE TO RESURRECT THE DEAD!" She stuck out her tiny tongue and rolled on the mattress, giggling at her own statements.
He massaged his temple, as he couldn't deny, how loud she was... at that moment. He tilted his head, trying to recall... where the Grimoire of Morgan the First of his realm might be located. ... and a tiny clue popped up in his mind, "Ahh... I think... it's located at the highest bookshelf... with a strong... signature magic of... Morgan The First... upon it... I know you could trace it... the similar magic of yours..."
He flinched, when he felt a sharp pain in his head. He gritted his teeth and... lowered his gaze, "My apologies... I... I couldn't guide you... around our Stellar Spire... I'm... exhausted even more..." A frown plastered on his face, as he slowly... massaging the side of his forehead, as the headache intensified.
She glanced at him in worried than back at Morgan. "WELP-- I KNOW YA AIN'T GONNA PICK ME UP, BUT-- I GOTTA SAY-- THERE'S A MAGIC BOOK ON KAFKA'S DESK WITH GRAVEBORN LOGO ON IT. PROBABLY VERRRY INTERESTING FOR YA. ... I forgot the contents of It-- probably related to Bantus?? I dunno..." She shrugged and... waddled towards him and hopped onto his lap.
He sighed and... slowly patting her tiny, floofy head with his finger. "Do inform us if... you are about... to... leave...." His shaky voice trailed off, as he gave a small smile towards him. He remained seated, at the edge of the bed for awhile... slowly covering his face with his shaky hands.
Really? Interesting, interesting. You always get things for free, huh?
*Morgan mumbles absentmindedly, already a good distance from the two rookies. He keeps walking alongside the bookshelves all to the other side of the spire. Eva's loud voice was easy to hear even from there.*
Hey, keep that focus on sassy mage, please. I am too good at that for it to be accompanied by less accurate descriptions.
Oh, a grimoire penned by myself? Now that would be something. I really have to talk Merlin into a dedicated archive. I go through all this trouble writing reports all day and then we leave it behind in a wet hut in the swamp. I know dealing with gods has priority but ... we can't ignore the next generation.
You included.
Hm, I think I can see it.
...
*And still, Morgan hesitates to reach out.*
Quite a treasure you have. You better treat it well. But I will pass for now. That's knowledge I may have yet to acquire and I don't want to be spoiled.
Bantus on the other hand? Sounds fun. A big fancy story all about undead summoned from their graves? Hope there is the usual drama and intrigue to keep me hooked!
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Mock me as much as you like, but don't you dare do that to Dura. We have a perfectly mutual friendly partnership going on, with excellent division of labor according to each of our strengths.
You, on the other hand, are a third wheel. Bringing in more brawn than brain. But hey, that's also pretty useful every now and then.