The Eludicator Mage

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       In response Elsa held up her own phone, lips twisting in a wry smile.

      “ Sorry to say, no. This object baffles me as much as it seems you. ”

               Looking down, she examined the thing for a second, trying to find, for the tenth time that day, how to make the screen light up like she’s seen other phones do. It took not even a heartbeat for Elsa to give up in her search, head lifting to smile helplessly at the man. 

Pausing to tip his hat apologetically a bit, he then mused: "I do suppose you could say that I am from another time." ...How exactly would he describe having 'come from the future' once to help save his own realm, and then having come here? It would be ironic indeed if someone 'from a bad future'  like himself was in a much further future now.

However, it seemed as though fate had other things in store for the thief. The sound of a young man came up from behind him, seemingly addressing the thief himself. Gaius turned around slowly, brandishing one of his candy figs and placing it between his lips as he did so. The candy nearly dropped though, as he found himself staring at a rather familiar face.

"Well now, this is unexpected."

Even worse, if someone he cared about a great deal got brought here, and it was a cold slap of reality to the face to know Gaius was here, though he didn't know the ginger thief too well - if Gaius was here, and he himself was, the possibility that others from their world could be taken here was impossible to ignore, and made the mage grimace at it all.

...Fine. If the lady who'd brought them here wanted saviours so bad, he'd have to actually try to dream walk (even if he didn't have a clue how to do so) and kill some nightmares, so...hopefully, she would have no need to bring the others here.

"...My deepest sympathies that you, too, have found yourself in such a serious predicament as this. Even if we hardly speak to one-another....this is no fate I would wish on anyone. Yet I do suppose bemoaning the chances that we both were brought here will aid nothing. All we can do is fight as best we can, I do suppose."

A pause, there.

"Have you...encountered anyone else from sir Chrom's army here as of yet, or am I the first?"

- ⽔

"That is not so different than my world, because magicians have weaker bodies, most mages are born with the ability to use a bolg in order to protect themselves.  As their magic proficiency grows, as does their magical strength and manipulation of magoi and their bolg, as I explained earlier.  Eventually they are able to manipulate certain elements with ease, which of course is not much different from your world’s magical properties…"

⽔ - Of course, in Yamuraiha’s case, not only could she manipulate her magoi to a rather impressive extent, she had also invented the only magoi storage devices in existence, found in her seashells she wore on her ears. That was getting ahead of herself, as to illustrate her abilities, she would lift her fingers up a bit, a small bubble of water forming and floating a few inches above her hands in her air.

Allowing the water to swirl around a bit she would eventually let it fall into a storm drain a bit away, as she looked back at her new found companion. - ⽔

His explanation of magics of Yilesse aside, his eyes widened a great deal behind his rounded spectacles at the mage in front of him being able to control water.

"My goodness....no mage from my realm can control water, such a thing is unheard of...you must indeed be lucky to have such a rare gift...but judging from your explanation, water is a commonly used elemental power where you are from. Let's see...there's Thunder, Fire, Wind and Dark Magic in the terms of my own realm, and Dark Magic is by far the most potent, enabling one to take health from foes and restore their own...but dark magic is quite a foreboding and dangerous topic. Only the most skilled of mages can ever hope to use it correctly, and it usually causes much strain to use...I myself only use Dark Magic if I absolutely have to."

Pausing to adjust the tome he carried, he lifted it up as explanation, then musing: "If you wish to use a spell for combat use in my realm, you also need the power of a Tome such as this as well as your own knowledge of elemental magic: the more powerful the spell inscribed on a tome is, the more potent your attack will be. Allow me to provide a small example of my own, madam Yamuraiha....Wind!"

Opening the pages of the book with one hand, and his free hand extending forth with the palm outstretched, the wind suddenly began to blow more powerfully - in the opposite direction it was already going, and glowing with a magical, blue tint. Snapping the book shut, the wind then returned to normal, and the blue glow faded away.

The ultramarine haired female seemed to be smitten with him instantly.  Someone who understood magic as being as well, amazing as it was.  She would obviously be able to get along with someone like that.  Nothing like those foolish, ignorant, idiots who claimed swordsmanship was superior. Why was that sort of thought even creeping into her mind at a time like this? She had found a kindred spirit; she should be delighted!

Laurent was his name, a soft smile spreading across her features as she tried to poise herself in a bit more ladylike manner; hiding the school girlish silliness that had taken over her. - ⽔

"I am Yamuraiha, a genius mage myself."

⽔ - Grasping her wand she would lean closer to him, peering at him rather enthusiastically, as if studying him herself. It was obvious she was also a bit awkward when it came to this type of social interaction, perhaps it was some sort of repercussion from being rejected 7 times in a row, and the fear she couldn’t get a boyfriend…this seemed to stem from some lack of self confidence when it came to anything but magic. - ⽔

"The power of apparently influencing the course of events by using mysterious or supernatural forces, magic is truly amazing…What sort of magic do you specialize in? Where I am from, proof of a magician is found in the use of their bolg. Their strength lies in their personal talents…”

"Ah, I see - so I have found a fellow mind of magical science, then? What a fortuitous meeting, indeed: luck must be on my side to meet a fellow mage in such a place." As the maiden's excessive energy dimmed back down to a more normal level (that didn't inwardly startle his awkward self) Laurent stepped forward a bit to peer at the maiden in just as observant and curious a manner as she herself was doing.

"Yes, I quite agree - there is no end to the amount of aid you can potentially offer others with the application of what you learn in magic, and it is a boundless delight of study! As for the kind of magic I am most proficient in, I am quite skilled at fire magic, and wind magic: Wind magic in particular being my most potent of abilities. Proof of a mage in my world, is in the amount of knowledge and aid with science they can give to others...so I suppose our realms must not differ too much in that account."

A pause, he adjusting his glasses before continuing:

"However, strength in my realm lies in what elemental magics they can control and use at will, which is where the matter seems to drastically differ: some Mages in my world are born with the power of elements. Some are not so skilled and unknowing at first, and learn about their 'particular' element slowly. Are you gifted in a particular 'one' element, yourself, madam Yamuraiha?"

Standing just outside the hotel he arrived in is a pale-skinned teenage boy currently absorbed in the new phone he’s been given. His fingers lightly tapped on the screen and scrolled through the surprisingly small list of contacts available. A slight amount of displeasure soon crossed over his face. The one person he needed to talk to wasn’t included in his contacts. There goes that idea.

Being forcibly pulled from another world is a new one. Joshua understood the gist of the situation he’s in from the oh so helpful explanation given to him, but that didn’t mean he liked it. There a good reason why he dislikes that they dragged him — of all people — here. He thought back to the conversation he had with the red-haired woman.

"However, right now we cannot send you home."

Even if he did do what she had asked, he didn’t like the thought of returning to a Shibuya that’s suffered from the loss of its Composer for too long. He’s been away from his Shibuya once before, but that was for a short amount of time. Who can say how long he’ll be stuck here? You can’t just ~magically~ replace a Composer either, especially if said Composer still exists elsewhere.

"You’re not giving me much of an option here." Joshua murmured quietly to himself. For now, it looks like he’s going to have to get adjusted to living in Somnia. But the moment that he’s able to, he’s going to check up on the state of Shibuya. If those Nightmares are really threatening other worlds too, then he has another reason to be concerned about his city.

Joshua isn’t going to get much done just standing around and messing around with his phone, may as well do a bit of exploration. He looks up from the phone only to see that someone else nearby was staring in his general direction, possibly specifically at him. For how long?

"My apologies. It is merely that your style of clothing is unlike anything I have seen before...it almost looks 'futuristic' compared to my humble robes, so, I was merely quite curious." A pause, there, before he theorized: "Then again, we all are apparently from differing realms, so this should not surprise me. I suppose I am too curious for my own good at times."

Tilting his head to the side a moment in a fairly mild bemusement, he then shook said head, before extending a gloved hand.

"I suppose my own choice of apparel is just as curious, now that I muse about it. Nonetheless, I believe I should introduce myself properly. My name is Laurent, and I am a mage. And you are...?" 

What a difficult truth it is to comprehend that the light, the familiar sun, and the physical embodiment of hope are, regardless of how sempiternal they may appear, no less ephemeral than life’s funeral march.

The regularly uniform and burnished golden path that time tread fell into disarray, the escalating hysteria in the coherent continuum given a sightless intermission by which the entirety of her surroundings rearranged, this cessation rendering the inherent understanding of time baffling and gilded. When she awakened, her stomach lurched, that pain more akin to the moment she lost her sovereign than to any intensity of motion sickness; anxiety aggregated within her and made a game of her muscles despite the fact that she could not yet see how her environment has changed. Whilst the knight can not claim to seriously have any ability of clairvoyance, she knew, even through the hallucinatory blindfold she wore, that her good fortune has polarized.

And then a woman stood before her, speaking a hortatory lecture with a tone that made her seem like she was under the weight of a thousand bores. Forte listened diligently despite how her gaze vacillated between the orator and the city behind her, all the while swallowing every cutting shard of hysteria that dared to try to split her attention. This woman seemed avid to expel blunt antipathies as if to test how many holes one could put in ship before it capsized: one, two, two hundred. …

Chronology was dead, and her efforts to grapple onto the desultory happenings that composed her introduction to Somnia were for naught — the deathless, universal syntax of time has experienced a terrifying lapse, and its grammar was no longer comprehensible.

By the finale of her inception to this empire of dreams, she could not claim to be angry at what has been done to her happiness; no, she carried an odd medley of vexation and steadfastness, for the information shared with her denied the impossibility of returning home. From the impression she got, traversing the cosmic boundary and being delivered back to Selphia was no miracle, and she had witnessed how attainable miracles were time and time over.

A brazen smile lit her face. She is wont to inuring any challenge; the pinnacle of them all will not yield stagnancy.

However, the muscles which held her grin disbanded to create the deep curves of a frown as she sensed someone approximate from behind, and, her reflexes to the trigger, a taut hand flew to the hilt of her longsword, the sound of metal leaving the sheath accompanied by a flash of the blade’s resplendent casting. She had turned at a speed no longer measurable, the tip of her weapon to the person’s upper chest.

Yet, as cautious and careful as Laurent's curious steps amongst this unfamiliar terrain, full of strange 'tents' that seemed to be square, made of metal, and reaching for the skies taller than any possible tower, were - somehow, his wide-eyed curiosity of the surroundings around him had meant he had strayed too close to someone else, the unmistakable glint of a sharp blade abruptly turning to him out the corner of his eye catching his alarm, and causing him to take a step back, just as a maiden dressed in the manner of some sort of knight admonished him for sneaking up on her.

...His mother would not have allowed her curiosity to distract her from important other things like this. A sign he needed to hold back his curiosity - at least a little - and be more cautious, indeed. Raising his gloved hands with the palms facing outwards in as non-threatening a manner as he could, he softly mused:

"My deepest apologies, madam. I was so taken aback by the amount of strange 'magics' of the surroundings here, that I did not notice I was not alone, nor that I had happened to wander close to you. Rest assured, though, I had no intention of sneaking up on your person, and I heartedly apologize for that."

Blue eyes would glance sidelong when she was addressed, the wand she carried with her, which looked more like a staff, matched with her usual black hat would give off the indication that she was some sort of witch; it was something she had been questioned on many times since arriving here. Bringing her hand to her chest she would poise it, gesturing to herself. 

"Excuse me. I do hate to be a bother, but do you, perhaps, know how to work this most mysterious magical device?"

It was not magic, truth be told he had no idea what it was, but it definitely wasnt magic.  She knew this because she prided herself on being a genius magician who would be able to figure that out. Eyes looked over his own attire and inquiry, and she already had an inkling of an idea that he might also be from a magical background, infact she could sense it.

A slight rose hue rose to her face as she widened her eyes in surprise and hopefulness. Perhaps he could discuss magic with her! Share all sorts of things, she automatically wondered what type of magic he used and his magical accomplishments…someone who appreciated magic, simply wonderful.

Omitting her name she would default into almost crazed excitement, a bombardment of questions awaiting answer with bated breath…- ⽔

She also carried a thick staff: so she was clearly a Valkerie or perhaps, a Sage - and evidently knowing on the subject of the matter, for she mused it was no magic she was used to: and clearly no magic he was used to, she guessing from his wording and choice of apparel that he too, knew magic. Then again, the lady who had transported him here did talk about sending folk from 'other realms', so this lady might NOT be a Valkerie or a Sage from far away.

"You are indeed, correct in making this assumption. I am a Mage. Laurent is my name. Hello. Perspicacity and analysis on the applications of magical spells and scientific discoveries regarding magic, are the things I most have to offer. If you ever find yourself in need of either, I am at your humble service."

Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard someone call for her.

It looks like she wasn’t the only one curious about this “phone” item given to her. Anna had already asked one other person if they knew of it, but all she got was an incredulous look and rude, not at all helpful comments. Excuse her for not being up to date on a trend. If this thing was even a trend to begin with. What is it?

" Um, you’re actually asking the wrong person. I’m trying to figure it out too, actually! All I got so far that it can do this. " She proceeded to poke at its touchscreen and it made all sorts of noises.

However, the unknown maiden had figured out that the strange...glowy square thing in the middle of the magic item, when pressed, made a manner of peculiar noises. Said peculiar noises made Laurent himself flinch in a mild surprise. 

"...Goodness."

He was too much of a serious and reserved 'adult' to 'jump' in alarm at it, but it certainly had been a sudden happening!

Things got curiouser and curiouser with a strange picture floating out of the 'phone' itself, the mage pausing to stare in wonder, before realization hit him.

"Ah...that must be how to access the 'map' the 'Admin' handed us...it seems to match the written map place for place, but is infinitely more detailed in doing so....truly, I have never seen such a spectacle of magic before, and I have read many books on the subject...what a fascinating wonder this is!"

Peering down at his own phone a moment, he waved it around experimentally, though that did not seem to achieve anything. Hm. One experiment out of the way, at least.