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Idk who wants to continue following this blog or RPing with me, BUT, the muses on this blog will be moved to another multimuse where I’ll have my canon AND oc muses

so here’s the question for anyone listening

Which muses are you interested in RPing with? Which do you want me to carry over? I can’t take all with me, after all, that’s it! 

If anybody wants to contact me, you can always find me as MINAGOROSHI#0029 on discord, i’ll just ask who ya are and we’ll be cruisin’.

“It is,” Bill said, smiling, “We had the oddest beliefs in the past, at least until we discovered scientific methods and we able to find the rational explanations behind certain things.”

He smiled and nodded.

“Of course it is,” Bill said, “It always is. So many people seem to forget about that now, especially in this day and age. It’s the fast pace and competing to see who can get the least sleep and the most work. It’s a shame.”

He chuckled.

“It was a little complicated,” Bill said, “But I guess it was because I had to deal with it that I adapted to it. It’s nice to be able to control where I go and when now though.”

He smiled once more.

“You’ll have to let me know if you do visit,” Bill said, “I don’t know if anyone there remembers me now, but I’ll hope they’ll be as friendly as they were with me.”

“There’s still some pretty weird things, and some people that believe on the strangest theories, I don’t understand them, hah.” Some people even questioned the science that helped them live on, and while Esiel was aware that some demons were headed the same direction, it was most prevalent on humans.

“I bet it was! I can’t imagine just moving so much, it would drive me crazy.” Having to learn new places, new people, new names, it was too difficult for someone with a memory as bad as his. Besides, he’d lived in the same area his whole life, the idea of moving to a different spot was just not appealing, at all.

  Of course, Fleur wouldn’t expect people to laugh at the things he laughed at regardless. He has always had a dark sense of humor, and maybe that reflects in how he reacts to the world around him at large. Healthy, maybe not, but it helps him cope with the way the world tends to treat him. He has to admit, though:  he wishes people would just laugh with him from time to time, genuinely.

  “it sure is!” Fleur chirps in response, glad to have someone to agree with on that. Seeing things being done makes them so much easier to understand and to use them as they were meant to be used. Not to mention that he’s learned that’s why he has so many abilities, one of his own is the ability to mimic different powers based on sight and understanding. How fun!

  His amusement goes out the window as he’s asked that dreaded question. He expected it but  SOMETIMES  he wishes people wouldn’t live up to expectations! Blasted… “mm… well. i ended up in a very terrible place thanks to a, deal that i made a very long time ago. and i got cocky, thinking i could handle it alone. i was severely injured, and for a long time, i received no aid to my cause because no one was around. it had gotten infected with some toxic magic and some very toxic plants from where i ended up, and i nearly died.” He shrugs, looking down at the ground. Most of it was true. None of it was a lie, but he wasn’t telling the whole truth, and thankfully, his aura doesn’t betray that.

Sophus paid close attention to the other’s explanation, nodding in understanding, it was admittedly difficult to believe, but considering all the things that happened in the world of magic, it wasn’t too far fetched, deals, contracts, they were dangerous, and the sorcerer did not want to know what kind of being Fleur had been messing with.

“I see... Sounds like a lot, and very rough.” There was not much he could comment about it, the tragedy was over, and while it did leave clear sequels, it was perhaps for the best of everyone that Sophus did not inquire more than he should.

Bill smiles.

“Yes, that is true I suppose,” Bill says, “I’m still glad we have found out what we have though. To think, ages ago, we thought sickness were caused by bad smells, or bad spirits, or the gods being angry.”

He smirked then. He remembered that all too well, but it was easy to pretend it was from a ‘humans were so dumb’ mindset from a modern person.

“There’s nothing wrong with just wanting to pass the time,” Bill said, “Sometimes we all have to take a little bit of it for ourselves.”

He smiled to see that he was being listened to; he always appreciated it.

“It was pretty nice. I mean, sometimes it was a pain in the ass when my family were suddenly like ‘pack up, we’re leaving in three days’, but I wouldn’t change it,” Bill added then, before he took a moment to think, “Well, I did stop in this quiet small coastal town in Cornwall. Not many people, but they definitely seemed nice enough.”

“I forget that sometimes, it’s odd to think about, really.” Humans had the strangest beliefs, and some, perhaps, were correct on their ailments being of the supernatural, after all, demons, gods, they were not nonexistent, but he would not comment on such thing and possibly blow his cover.

“Agreed, as much as work is something I love doing, self care is quite necessary.” Removing himself from the usual noise of the bar was both appreciated and disliked by him, after all, it was what he was the most used to.

  Fleur can’t help but chuckle at that;  yes, of course everything would be handled when it comes to having so many mages on hand. How dreadful, he can’t rush to someone’s aid and come across all sanctified and above all. Not that he wants that, though! Who would want something like that? Certainly not him! He LAUGHS  again, this time louder and much more obvious that he thought of something he finds hysterical.

  “ahh, me?” He rests his hands on his hips, considering his answer and wondering if he should play games. No, no, wouldn’t it be  FUNNIER to see the reaction to the truth? Everyone has such delectable reactions to his truths, they have a knack for being funny in ways he could never quite replicate. Still…

  “well,” he begins, cocking his head to the side with a smirk playing on his lips. “readin’ books is all fine an’ dandy, but it’s much better ta see everythin’ at work so ya can get a new an’ differen’ perspective compared ta what you’d get outta th’ pages of some book tha’ carries quite the haughty note ta it.” He makes an open gesture with both hands, grinning now. “but besides that, i should be dead! th’ fact that i ain’t is ‘coz of divine intervention, i swear!” …not wrong, but not quite right. “’ow abou’ ya, sophus?”

The other’s demeanor was admittedly different, Sophus remained silent as the other laughed, it was in moments like this that he appreciated his facial paralysis the most, people would not expect him to react in a certain way once they knew how he behaved. 

“That is true, it’s easier to learn visually and by doing.” Though the other’s response was different from what the sorcerer expected, he agreed with the opinion, he himself being one to learn much faster by observing, doing and repeating. However Fleur’s lack of passion for books as he’d had about a year ago was completely different, interesting, to say the least.

  Dressed in more run down colors and a more humble palette, though in a hooded cloak of gold and green, he hadn’t really thought his magic would pull him towards Eklobeus again, but then again, he’s been on the outs with his normal magical teachings. Maybe it’s reflecting in his teleporting that he wants to learn, to get more information, to rise above what he had learned before. Maybe that’s why he had ended up here. 

  Whatever the case, he’s genuinely taken by the usage of water in this demonstration in the way it’s being used, and it has his attention. He doesn’t even pause to consider that other people might recognize him from the last time he was wandering around here, albeit with someone else. He did make quite the display… but then, he’s been encountering problems with people trying to recall the name to the face, sometimes even recalling him at all.

  Hearing his name snaps him out of his HAWK LIKE WATCHING  of the sorcerer, and he turns to face the one who garnered his attention and he realizes how closely he’d been approached. His reaction to it, externally, is naught more than a slow blink, but it was an effort to not jolt out of surprise.

  “sophus.” His voice is light and airy, different than the admittedly drowned enthused of a man who was trying to speak through water in his throat. He sounds as if he can breathe, but he also sounds as if he’s weathered something terrible and it has changed his disposition on life. Even his aura is changed; different, changed, stronger and undeniably more like him but also… not. “i suppose it ‘as been a while.” For him, it was merely a month, salted wounds still fresh, but for others? Who knows. “─‘ow ‘ave ya been? i trust there’s been lil’ trouble. wouldn’ wanna come back ta the concept ‘f a scuffle startin’ or jus’ endin’. … or, actually, i’d love to break up a figh’.” He says with a bit of a smile, though subdued and weak compared to his previous grins.

It didn’t take the sorcerer much to notice the other’s change in posture, voice, aura, curious, how a year can change someone, but at the same time, it was worrying Sophus slightly, it was a rather drastic change, was it not? Nevertheless, he chose not to speak of it, so to not offend the other, perhaps he could inquire later, if he noticed something else.

“Things have been alright, no scuffles you can break up, no.” He jokes, though coated in his monotony it was easy to miss. “The most excitement recently has been an incident involving fire, someone burning their room, fortunately everyone is safe and it got handled quickly.” He couldn’t imagine losing a student to a fire just like that, it bothered him to even think about such thing. He shook his head and the thought off. “Fortunately any trouble here has been handled quite fast, pros of being surrounded by so many mages.”

        “Ah, no need to concern yourself with my ramblings, it’s nothing important…” Total control of the area… Well, it would depend on how her host would like to go about it. Not that she would admit such out loud (if possible, she’d like to avoid being on their radar as anything else other than a possible customer for the time being). 

        “The radiation is what I’m looking for” I can kill someone barehanded if I need to. Is what comes to her mind, but Eleni does not boast, she simply watches as Auge goes about plucking the crystal from their body and cleaning it. Did breaking it off like that hurt? How long would it take for it to regrow? So many different questions in her mind about how this crystalized being worked, but it would probably be rude to ask, right?

        She had made no motion to get it (She’s not touching a radioactive crystal, after all), and their hands close before the witch has the presence of mind to levitate it with a spell. Ah, right, alcohol, right? “You free to go right now? If you have someone else coming to see you I can wait” It’s probably in her best interest not to get in the way of their business.

“Any rambling can have quite important information layin’ behind, keep that in mind.” It was not going to inquire, regardless, as it had no interest, perhaps for the better. The monster cared for few things, and filling its mind with information it didn’t know if it would be useful or not was not one of them.

“Radiation huh...” It nods, bringing the crystal closer to its face and inspecting it, one of its thumbs reached the bottom of it to rub it, just a little bit. “I wouldn’t expect such a small, cute gal to wanna mess around with radiation, but I didn’t expect one to just come here lookin’ for me in the first place.” It shrugs, letting out a short chuckle. “Guess I should be a bit more open minded, eh? Next thing I know a child will stroll in with three hundred in cash, runnin’ some errand for their pop or somethin’.” Would it concern Auge? Not at all.

“Ah I see. I admit, I’ve seen a lotta things, met a lotta people, and sometimes details can even run away from me,” Bill said, “To think, we’ve spent centuries trying to study the brain, and even now, we don’t fully understand it.”

At least things like seizures weren’t being mistaken for being plagued by evil spirits anymore. Well, most of the time anyway. 

“Oh no, I don’t think you will,” Bill said, “People of any age are welcome, the staff don’t question what you’re doing there at all. They’re good like that.”

Bill grinned then.

“Glad to hear that. It’s the same with me to be honest,” Bill said, “I have, surprisingly. Been to a few countries, stayed in some others, my family was originally from England, Cornwall to be precise. But I’ve been here in the United States the longest. I was living in Massachusetts previously. Roxbury to be precise, but I was still visiting other areas.”

He nods in agreement. “Considering how we keep evolving it’s probably going to be quite difficult to fully understand it, heh.” Perhaps he should ask about these things to his doctor friend, it was interesting, but the demon did have a hard time even starting to understand.

“I see, I’ll consider it then, if anything to pass some time.” As much as he hated spending time away from work, he was in this city already, so why not? It wouldn’t hurt.