#abyssl

He catches it in the corner of his eye - first, the movement, then: the shimmer.

The surprise of it catches him off guard. He forgets to be cautious, to be wary of this stranger who has approached so silently. He can focus on nothing but the soft sheen upon the man's skin, the glittering particles that dance back and forth. It's painfully familiar - were he to look down at his own hands, remove the gloves he now wears day and night, he would see it upon his own skin. There is no mistaking what it is.

The Primordial Sea.

Now the curiosity takes over - who is this man? How was it that he came to be touched by the Sea? He does not look Fontanian, but who is he to tell? He hasn't lived here for four hundred years.

"Can I help you?" He remembers then, to be cautious. His hand shifts, angles towards the sword he carries at his hip. There are traces of elemental energy about this person: a Vision user, he assumes, based on his experiences.

@abyssl: ❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜

a brief fleeting thought pierced the iudex's mind to just let out a laugh - akin to his far younger, more chaotic self. holding it back, he simply coughed into his gloved hand to surpass the urge to let out a laugh or wheeze. instead of laughing, vishap eyes narrow at the harbinger as he gripped his cane. humanity was always capable of arrogance, but the aura the eleventh had was one that almost drowned out the other qualities he had.

"is that so? tell me, mister tartaglia, your little outburst in my courtroom, do you know the full extent of how it came that way? i assure you, while you wish to fight me in every turn you can, i am simply the voice of the truth." it sounded hypocritical when he was the one to deliver the verdict, yet when the oratrice was the final voice, he knew he had to obey it. now, it was his verdict, and he had to try and fix the wrongs of the past.

@abyssl liked for a starter ( open ) !

while  a  challenge  in  the  ring  was  a  welcome  change  to  his  routine  pace,  boxing  itself  was  something  that  he  could  not  rightly  dub  a  mere  hobby.  from  the  moment  he  had  first  spilled  blood  to  every  incident  within  the  fortress  that  had  required  a  firm  hand  to  intervene,  his  fists  had  been  tools  of  violent  suppression,  nothing  he  would  want  to  rely  on  for  harmless  relaxation.  after  all,  hobbies  were  meant  to  take  one's  mind  off  the  things  that  weighed  heaviest  on  one's  shoulders,  and  the  weight  of  his  gauntlets  had  long  since  become  one  half  belonging  to  necessity,  and  half  to  sin.  that,  of  course,  would  never  fully  deter  others  from  seeking  to  try  and  measure  themselves  against  him.

( from zhen. ) *licks.

❀     —      ❝ you absolute buffoon, ❞   raj giggled and shuddered dramatically, trying so hard to seem overly disgusted, making a little ‘blegh’ noise to top it all off.   ❝ don’t be weird in front of the baby, he’ll grow up thinking that licking is a sign of affection. ❞   wiping the saliva from his skin, the naga pulled a face, and looked up at zhen with a little lopsided smile. stepping up on his tiptoes, niraj kissed zhen gently, running a hand through the other’s hair to brush it from his face. as much as the snake loved the way zhen’s hair framed his face, kissing was simpler when it was brushed away from his features. after a moment, raj pulled back, slitted eyes full of adoration as he brushed his thumb over draconic scales.   ❝ he should learn that proper kisses are more enjoyable for the receiver. ❞

i misread that as flavour 

Now announcing Tartaglia Chips!

Currently in three flavours:

> Flavour of the Cryo Archon > Flavour of the Geo Archon > Flavour of the Abyss Order

once they were in the city & settled at the inn, they asked where they might find him.  sure enough, as they’re making their way to the knights of favonius headquarters, they run right into him & flash him a fanged grin.

‘  you know, i did say i would track you down whenever i found myself here.  ‘