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ᕙ( •̀ ︿•́ )ᕗ // facemeandperish (good luuuuuuuck)
"Hang on real quick, man, this booming voice behind me just challenged me to a fight. I gotta-"
She turns around, head slowly craning all the way upwards to face the very large being before her. There's no change in expression, despite not entirely being able to see his face. She turns very slowly back to the person she was talking to and grips their shoulders tightly. There is only fear in her voice, and the two words that are spoken are drawn out a bit in dread.
"Oh no."
She's not so confident in fighting against the brother of the Empire State Building.
@facemeandperish
Aatrox was, to put it VERY mildly, dazed and confused. He had wandered far from his usual killing grounds, blindly hoping to find some enormous, Ascended sized button convienently marked with a sign saying 'Emergency Universe Ending Button, Do not touch!' which he could desperately hammer with all his might, in the hopes of ending the eternal madness that was his life.
Instead, he had found a cave and, in hope of finding said button in there, had wandered in, only to feel a sense of dislocation. Aatrox's senses were not the most attuned to the arcane, he had focused most of his eternal life on simpler matters like warfare, killing people with a sword and ending the entire universe, yet he could tell something was wrong here.
Carefully, he walked out of the cave, his body naturally expanding to its Ascended size, if not its Ascended beauty as he sensed blood and violence like a plant sensed the Sun. There was.... SOMETHING nearby, but it was wrong in a way he couldn't fully articulate.
Walking forward with all the inbuilt arrogance of a monster that was, when all was said and done, perhaps two hundred feet tall, perhaps fifty feet wide and capable of blinding feats of movement despite all that bulk, he beheld a pair of creatures.
Those are humans, moron He thought to himself, eagering bellowing a challenge in the trade tongue; maybe these mortals might have a way to... Wait, no, only one of them was actually coming to fight hi- Was everyone just fucking insane today?
A human, barely out of girlhood as far as Aatrox could tell, was walking towards him, apparently raising fists like she was going to be able to... This is an absurdity. Aatrox casually reached down, moving with shocking rapidity for something his size, and casually flicked the impudent mortal away, sending her sailing into the distance.
What's a piece of advice you would give to yourself five years ago?
// rest more, don't stress about your ability to move as much as you do; there's nothing you can do about it so relax a little.
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Why was this next to the fusebox?
Thanks @akrahan
// In English folk lore, if you store a hot cross bun in the kitchen, it protected the kitchen from fires breaking out. Old fuseboxes had a habit of catching fire, so this MIGHT have been a continuation of that old myth???
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Aatrox strode through the vaults of the girls mind and found them... wanting. The vast vaults of the girls mind were mostly empty, or filled with motes of light deliniating times of happiness or contentedness, many of these in more recent times overlaid with the stink of alcohol.
Dispassionately, the monster watched times of joy with others; this, a blacksmith with the strangest hair, almost like the horns that had once decorated his own brow in better times, this, a woman with an odd stick in her hand, fire coming out of one end. A magus of some kind? That hat was NOT something you might see the magi of Shurima wear, they preferred far more elaborate abominations against fashtion.
He was not watching the thread of the girls life unspool to voyeur into the girl, however, but to check that he had captured the thread entire. He was sure he must have, yet he still could not shake the idea that perhaps there was more hidden in the depths of what passed for the soul of the girl.
Looking up, he moved on, body remaining perfectly still as the mind shifted itself to accomodate the monster that had been invited into the girls oh-so-malleable mind. Looking into the depths of the girls mind, he beheld a wonder unheard of.
Most minds, when you looked into the depths of the soul, you saw what Aatrox had always seen as the night sky deep within the Sai; a UNIVERSE of stars, each one representing a piece of magical potential. Ordinary mortals might have a few hundred stars, one slightly gifted, perhaps with a talent for cards or some similar banality might have a thousand, and a true magus, one strong enough to pull fire from the sky and get the mountains to stand and tap dance for them, would have the universe entire within the depths of their soul.
He very carefully did NOT think about The Magus, the bastard who had broken the Shuriman Empire and brought the world entire to its knees, and how HIS mind had been like looking into the Sun herself.
But the girls mind held almost no stars at all. The girls connection with the world, her potential for magery was almost exactly nil. Yet he had SEEN her cast spells, using that damned trinket of hers. Thought, brought reality, and suddenly he beheld a single vast 'star' one swirling with iridescent hues and colours, the damned trinket in question.
It was at the centre of an incredible structure, one that would have torn the breath from Aatrox's lungs had he needed to breathe any more, and still made him gape like a fish for a brief instant. The crystal was at the centre of a great latticework of connections, all feeding into the crystal itself, yet drawing its power from the meagre sources of light within the girls frame.
"How is this even possible?" Aatrox said 'aloud' for all the good words like that meant in the mind of another. He spent long timeless moments considering this problem, before noticing a taste to the magic he had both expected and not expected. "Vastaya." He said quietly, mind clicking over this new information before giving up entirely. Perhaps the Vastaya had more need for people, and so even the magickless were necessarily in such a way as to craft a crystal like this for someone, perhaps it was tied too close to the girls bones to matter.
The thing pulsed at him, almost smugly, and Aatrox indulged a brief, childish urge and swore at the thing with one hand, before returning to the 'surface' of the girls mind. He sent a pulse of his own, questing out the ember of the girls intelligence and reminding it that it needed to Follow the Path.
The girl looked around the camp baffled, lost at the situation. Sands causing the crystal to freak out, her mentor gone... did he literally throw pocketsand and leave??
Her hand dropped from the pendant. This almost sounded like that start of joke she would have regaled to the Smith....or a puzzle the Detective could have tried to solve. Why those two came to her thoughts she wasn't sure, but she shrugged it off, finding herself a little unsure as to what to do.
The sensible thing would have been to try and find him. Perhaps he had headed further into the Sai so they could have return to her training, the the logic chain of events....but something stopped her from taking those steps.
'Follow...the path?' His last words...but what did he mean by that? What...path was there to follow? She turned back to where he had stood, his footprints still set in the sand. 'You could have at least showed the way, Sir-'
As those words were spoken, something shifted in her field of view. The sands began to swirl...despite there being no noticeable breeze. It's movement was chaotic, making no real sense before it came rushing toward her, the woman shielding her form from the coming impact...
... But it never came.
... All she was greeted with was the darkened skies of the Sai, or at least, to the best of her understanding.
'...'
'What in the hell's was in that sand?!-'
Suddenly, with a almost audible chiming sound, the girl opened her eyes inside her own damned skull. Aatrox looked around carefully, trying to locate the flame of the girls mind before she did something ruinously stupid like try and move herself about her own mindscape without practi-.
All at once, Aatrox was elsewhen, looking out onto the Great Sai once more. The skys, however, were the 'skies' that Aatrox used as a visual aid to show the girls own magical power.
"Nothing more than what you want there to be." Aatrox said calmly, responding to the girls ranting, knowing that that answered quite literally NOTHING of her question.
// this is a conspiracy and you'll be hearing from my lawyers for this affront
@pvremichigan @the-storm-chaser
"Be honest... How do you keep stepping left when I quite clearly said step right after striking for the head? I am speaking the same tongue as you, no?" - facemeandperish
'Look, in the moment, I am focusing on making sure my form is correct. I'm watching you...I'm trying to copy your form for future reference. It's not my fault that the words fade into the background...Sir...'
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Aatrox carefully looked over the girls form, casually holding the sword with one hand. He had elected, after many, many trips out of the Sai, to begin to believe that technology might have progressed since his youth, and thus held a simple straight sword. The thing was uncomfortably similar in style to his prison, but he battled the memories of endlessly suffocating, starving and dehydrating away, to better teach the child.
She seemed to be holding the weapon right, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet, the better to dodge his next attack. At her protests, he sighed wearily, castigating himself for forgetting her mortality. "The point of the Dance is to Dance." He reminded her. "When one dances, uncaring of the world around them, there are no steps to the dance, it is simply an expression of joy and delight in the worlds turning. Thus must it be with the Dance of blades. Never hate your foe; find delight in the fight itself, feel the turning of the world beneath your feet and lose yourself in that Dance, and you will be unstoppable." He continued.

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"Simply." Aatrox said, absolutely expressionless. Before the girl could react or protest, he dropped the knife that he still held pressed to her chest, letting the thing drop to the ground, and, in the same movement, called a small amount of sand to his hand.
"Follow the Path." he said, before blowing a swift stream of sand directly into the girls face, exerting his will to collapse her mind from within and, in brief, take full and total control over the girls entire system.
He worked swiftly, forcing the girl into a trance state, one conducive for the tests that he needed the girl to complete. For most, these tests were in person, and could therefore be passed through lies and deception. Some swordsmasters had held that this was a good test for the teacher as well, for while a prospective swordmaster SHOULD be able to lie and lie well, a true master should be able to detect lies in their students, no matter how gifted the liar.
Aatrox, with his customary ruthlessness had taken another path; using the magicks of the sands and later bloodmagicks to perform the exact same tests, but inside the students own mind. If they lied within their own minds, their own minds would betray them, and some of the tests were in fact safer in their minds than in reality, for while a sword may still cut or bruise as in reality, it was held to be impossible to kill someone within the fortress of their own mind.
When the girl 'awoke', she would percieve reality exactly as it truly was, perhaps with a hint of the roiling madness that was the interior of any human mind, as the waking mind fought the sleeping mind in an endless quest for control; a permanent 'no, we can't eat now, we just ate!', but for every thought one might ever have all at once.
Aatrox was sure he had seized the entirety of the girls mind, that damned crystal couldn't fight an invasion from within the girls own body... right?
Her eyes noticed the falling blade, quickly dropping her head as it landed in the sand. There was clear confusion, but as she brought her head back up at his words, she didn't fully clock what he had done, eyes screwing shut as grains of sand were blown into her face.
She remembered that he had used this technique in his youth...and while the notion almost childish....damn was it effective!
The girl coughed, trying to rid the sand from her system...but something was off, her balance faltering as she was brought to a knee. Her head felt light, her body running hot as if she were coming down with a fever. A hand went to her chest, blindly clasping at the crystal round her neck which was ice in comparison.
If she was thinking straight, she would have noted how odd it was to feel energy surging within the pendant over something as stupid as a cough....Instead, she tried to focus on it's rhythm, the thrum of energy offering something consistent to focus on.
It was a good few moments until her breathing began to steady, a cold sheen over her skin. She could hear her heartbeat begin to steady as her eyes opened, coming back to her feet slowly.
.... Was there something in the sand?! What in the hell's was wrong with her?!
She glanced around the camp, noting the blade still on the ground...but her teacher missing?
'Sir?!'
Aatrox strode through the vaults of the girls mind and found them... wanting. The vast vaults of the girls mind were mostly empty, or filled with motes of light deliniating times of happiness or contentedness, many of these in more recent times overlaid with the stink of alcohol.
Dispassionately, the monster watched times of joy with others; this, a blacksmith with the strangest hair, almost like the horns that had once decorated his own brow in better times, this, a woman with an odd stick in her hand, fire coming out of one end. A magus of some kind? That hat was NOT something you might see the magi of Shurima wear, they preferred far more elaborate abominations against fashtion.
He was not watching the thread of the girls life unspool to voyeur into the girl, however, but to check that he had captured the thread entire. He was sure he must have, yet he still could not shake the idea that perhaps there was more hidden in the depths of what passed for the soul of the girl.
Looking up, he moved on, body remaining perfectly still as the mind shifted itself to accomodate the monster that had been invited into the girls oh-so-malleable mind. Looking into the depths of the girls mind, he beheld a wonder unheard of.
Most minds, when you looked into the depths of the soul, you saw what Aatrox had always seen as the night sky deep within the Sai; a UNIVERSE of stars, each one representing a piece of magical potential. Ordinary mortals might have a few hundred stars, one slightly gifted, perhaps with a talent for cards or some similar banality might have a thousand, and a true magus, one strong enough to pull fire from the sky and get the mountains to stand and tap dance for them, would have the universe entire within the depths of their soul.
He very carefully did NOT think about The Magus, the bastard who had broken the Shuriman Empire and brought the world entire to its knees, and how HIS mind had been like looking into the Sun herself.
But the girls mind held almost no stars at all. The girls connection with the world, her potential for magery was almost exactly nil. Yet he had SEEN her cast spells, using that damned trinket of hers. Thought, brought reality, and suddenly he beheld a single vast 'star' one swirling with iridescent hues and colours, the damned trinket in question.
It was at the centre of an incredible structure, one that would have torn the breath from Aatrox's lungs had he needed to breathe any more, and still made him gape like a fish for a brief instant. The crystal was at the centre of a great latticework of connections, all feeding into the crystal itself, yet drawing its power from the meagre sources of light within the girls frame.
"How is this even possible?" Aatrox said 'aloud' for all the good words like that meant in the mind of another. He spent long timeless moments considering this problem, before noticing a taste to the magic he had both expected and not expected. "Vastaya." He said quietly, mind clicking over this new information before giving up entirely. Perhaps the Vastaya had more need for people, and so even the magickless were necessarily in such a way as to craft a crystal like this for someone, perhaps it was tied too close to the girls bones to matter.
The thing pulsed at him, almost smugly, and Aatrox indulged a brief, childish urge and swore at the thing with one hand, before returning to the 'surface' of the girls mind. He sent a pulse of his own, questing out the ember of the girls intelligence and reminding it that it needed to Follow the Path.
What Are You Made Of?
// ALMOST HALF COURAGE? This thing is almost GenAI in how it's so confidently wrong, my goodness.
"It takes a great deal of courage to admit that this world must fall into wrack and ruin in order to free the Darkin, and this world, from the chains of existence... Nevertheless, a piece of me suggests that that thinking is not quite correct..."
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// Everyone else: Why's Dr Love so fuckin broken with Sky??
The Trox Man: Moisteurized, in his lane, probably doing war crimes, there ain't a thought in that things skull any more, he got rid of the thinking bits for more horns, that makes sense
"Philosophy and Morals are not the same things, child." Aatrox said sternly. "Morals might tell you that it is right and proper to die for a small child who is facing a swordsmaster on the field of battle, but Philosophy would tell you that this can be right, but may also be wrong, for if that child dies, but you save many other lives, you serve the living better."
"But more than this," He continued, "We must test your mind. Are you a coward or a hero? A torturer or a martyr? Are you a fool who would die for your beliefs, or are you a pragmatist who wishes only to be paid for easy, safe jobs? These philosophies are the ones we probe this day."
She had to admit, the initial example he gave was ... terrible, at least to the monk. How that could be acceptable in any scenario was baffling. It was wrong for someone so innocent to die...it was...
...
No....wait...he had a point....and she hated that he did.
Her focus remained on the blade as he continued, eyebrows furrowing somewhat, only for her focus to snap back to him at the last hypothetical.
Was that...him mocking her before she had become his student?!
She bit her tongue, knowing that wouldn't do any favours to question that now. Instead, she took a breath, steading her thoughts.
'How do you intent to do that...Sir?'
"Simply." Aatrox said, absolutely expressionless. Before the girl could react or protest, he dropped the knife that he still held pressed to her chest, letting the thing drop to the ground, and, in the same movement, called a small amount of sand to his hand.
"Follow the Path." he said, before blowing a swift stream of sand directly into the girls face, exerting his will to collapse her mind from within and, in brief, take full and total control over the girls entire system.
He worked swiftly, forcing the girl into a trance state, one conducive for the tests that he needed the girl to complete. For most, these tests were in person, and could therefore be passed through lies and deception. Some swordsmasters had held that this was a good test for the teacher as well, for while a prospective swordmaster SHOULD be able to lie and lie well, a true master should be able to detect lies in their students, no matter how gifted the liar.
Aatrox, with his customary ruthlessness had taken another path; using the magicks of the sands and later bloodmagicks to perform the exact same tests, but inside the students own mind. If they lied within their own minds, their own minds would betray them, and some of the tests were in fact safer in their minds than in reality, for while a sword may still cut or bruise as in reality, it was held to be impossible to kill someone within the fortress of their own mind.
When the girl 'awoke', she would percieve reality exactly as it truly was, perhaps with a hint of the roiling madness that was the interior of any human mind, as the waking mind fought the sleeping mind in an endless quest for control; a permanent 'no, we can't eat now, we just ate!', but for every thought one might ever have all at once.
Aatrox was sure he had seized the entirety of the girls mind, that damned crystal couldn't fight an invasion from within the girls own body... right?
Aatrox rolled his head, cracking the bones of his neck and shoulders as he did so, mostly as a way to disguise the few grains of sand which still clung to him. The girl might have known vague hints of power before, but the power which tied Aatrox to the earth and his accursed prison was beyond practically anyone now living upon the skin of the world, and it would not help his attempts to teach the girl, to better stab her in the back and claim her form later.
"The greatest folly of all." Aatrox replied. "I have attempted to teach you the Dance, and you are slowly, grudgingly becoming a Dancer; one of those who fight. And so, as your teacher and your elder with a blade, we must now assess this." He said, reaching out hummingbird fast and tapping her chest twice with the hilt of a knife that had simply appeared in his hand.
"We must train you to think before acting, and we must know that you are capable not just of the Dance, but you must be capable of not corrupting the Dance to serve your own foul purposes. In short, child of your so-called First Lands, we must teach you Philosophy." He said, rolling his eyes internally as he said the final word.
Ah....here we go about the dance-!!
The woman didn't clock his movements, not even having time to react as she felt two taps of something on her her chest, only glancing down after to note it was just the hilt of the weapon.
His words re-caught her attention, looking up to him in confusion.
'Forgive me Sir, does this differ across the lands? I appreciate our techniques do vary...but do our morals vary that much-?' She cocked her head slightly, glancing down to the knife a couple of times before returning her focus to him.
"Philosophy and Morals are not the same things, child." Aatrox said sternly. "Morals might tell you that it is right and proper to die for a small child who is facing a swordsmaster on the field of battle, but Philosophy would tell you that this can be right, but may also be wrong, for if that child dies, but you save many other lives, you serve the living better."
"But more than this," He continued, "We must test your mind. Are you a coward or a hero? A torturer or a martyr? Are you a fool who would die for your beliefs, or are you a pragmatist who wishes only to be paid for easy, safe jobs? These philosophies are the ones we probe this day."

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A Lesson in Folly I mean Philosophy
Aatrox sat, surrounded by the sands of the Great Sai, communing with his family. It was a belief of those who lived their lives in the deep desert; live for long enough in a place, and that place changes you, and welcomes you home after death.
The people of the deep desert had long known they were different to the other peoples of what became known as the Shuriman continent; they traded enough with the nearby tribes to know that their skin was darker than any other on the continent, a sign of the Mother Sun's love for her children who lived closest to Her embrace, but they had not truly realised that their gifts around the sands of the Sai had been unique until others walked beneath the dunes of the Sai and, when night fell, didn't merely stretch forth their hand and fashion a crude shelter out of the side of the dune they were climbing.
Sand crawled over every inch of the figures body. He was wearing clothing, a sop to the body he was currently inhabiting, but the cracks in his skin were still filled with sand and the Embrace of the Sai, as his people called it.
Sometimes, even in the depths of his madness, he could hear the song of the Sai, that deep, thrumming whisper that only came about when one was surrounded by miles upon miles of nothing but empty sand; the song of his ancestors, the Voice of the Sai and Tribe alike.
He exhaled softly, feeling the memories of his people crowd his mind, never judging the awful violence they found within the hollow monster before them, but always trying to encourage him back into control of his own mind, battling the madness in their own way, brighting some cherished memories and dimming others.
He opened his eyes at the soft crunch of shoe on sand, perhaps five hundred yards away. Without turning his head, he said simply "Sit, child. Today we speak not of swords, but of folly." He exhaled again, reluctantly banishing the embrace of his tribe back to the deep desert. Duty called once more...
@the-storm-chaser
The swordsman had left their campsite in good time, hands working on tying her hair back so she was ready for the day's agenda. In truth, the sensation was still a little strange to her, failing to recall a time it had been this long since she were back at the temple...somewhat fitting in hindsight, but alas.
As she approached, his words caught her off-guard, raising an eyebrow at the initial statement. This had soon faded by the time she had entered his field of view, taking a pew on the nearest stone she could find.
'Folly...as in a lack of judgement?' There was confusion on her features, trying to understand the other's meaning. Knowing him, talking of folly could mean anything... she didn't quite know how to interpret his words in this circumstance
Aatrox rolled his head, cracking the bones of his neck and shoulders as he did so, mostly as a way to disguise the few grains of sand which still clung to him. The girl might have known vague hints of power before, but the power which tied Aatrox to the earth and his accursed prison was beyond practically anyone now living upon the skin of the world, and it would not help his attempts to teach the girl, to better stab her in the back and claim her form later.
"The greatest folly of all." Aatrox replied. "I have attempted to teach you the Dance, and you are slowly, grudgingly becoming a Dancer; one of those who fight. And so, as your teacher and your elder with a blade, we must now assess this." He said, reaching out hummingbird fast and tapping her chest twice with the hilt of a knife that had simply appeared in his hand.
"We must train you to think before acting, and we must know that you are capable not just of the Dance, but you must be capable of not corrupting the Dance to serve your own foul purposes. In short, child of your so-called First Lands, we must teach you Philosophy." He said, rolling his eyes internally as he said the final word.
A Lesson in Folly I mean Philosophy
Aatrox sat, surrounded by the sands of the Great Sai, communing with his family. It was a belief of those who lived their lives in the deep desert; live for long enough in a place, and that place changes you, and welcomes you home after death.
The people of the deep desert had long known they were different to the other peoples of what became known as the Shuriman continent; they traded enough with the nearby tribes to know that their skin was darker than any other on the continent, a sign of the Mother Sun's love for her children who lived closest to Her embrace, but they had not truly realised that their gifts around the sands of the Sai had been unique until others walked beneath the dunes of the Sai and, when night fell, didn't merely stretch forth their hand and fashion a crude shelter out of the side of the dune they were climbing.
Sand crawled over every inch of the figures body. He was wearing clothing, a sop to the body he was currently inhabiting, but the cracks in his skin were still filled with sand and the Embrace of the Sai, as his people called it.
Sometimes, even in the depths of his madness, he could hear the song of the Sai, that deep, thrumming whisper that only came about when one was surrounded by miles upon miles of nothing but empty sand; the song of his ancestors, the Voice of the Sai and Tribe alike.
He exhaled softly, feeling the memories of his people crowd his mind, never judging the awful violence they found within the hollow monster before them, but always trying to encourage him back into control of his own mind, battling the madness in their own way, brighting some cherished memories and dimming others.
He opened his eyes at the soft crunch of shoe on sand, perhaps five hundred yards away. Without turning his head, he said simply "Sit, child. Today we speak not of swords, but of folly." He exhaled again, reluctantly banishing the embrace of his tribe back to the deep desert. Duty called once more...
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