#clairdxlune

“You aren’t lost,” Zed agrees. “You choose to go completely off the road. If an ocean stood between you and your destination, you would try to run across the water before going around it.”

It looks like Zed’s scowl is just as impassable as the obstacles he speaks of, but after a few moments he lets out a breath and his face softens. He looks upon the scythe in his hands, and the animated weapon that had inexplicably bound itself to him. It chose you for a reason. But to bring out your own potential? Or its own?

He had almost let loose an entire squadron of mages from the Placidium onto his trail during a mission in the capital. Zed had to mobilize an auxiliary force to ensure things didn’t escalate overnight. If that happened, and the Captain got wind of it... Zed raises a hand to his temple. It would make for an excruciating headache.

overdue salt meme ! ♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?☯ Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation?☀ What’s your rp pet peeve? 

    ♦  - back in the days on my jinx blog i got caught between two shippers without my knowledge or consent. one of the muns claimed there was a ‘special connection’ between mine and their character to which i vaguely responded with a ‘is that so?’. we played our characters in a friendly somewhat functional relationship, but i never consented to a ship nor was really looking for one. (i’d seen how they were as a mun and i knew it’d be problematic) the other person this mun was shipping with starts a thread going  “that wh.ore jinx! what do you even see in her??“ and the mun who had been talking to me answers with their character going "oh she means nothing to me, she’s just a nothing. i’ll break up with her immediately!!”  and i just . didn’t touch or acknowledge any of that and eventually they used it to strengthen their ship/create more plot.  it was just annoying as i literally had zero conversation about a ship and they basically used me to create a jealousy plot without my consent. 

   ☯ - once ? im not sure. i tried to stop people from a mob mentality and i got wrecked for it so i don’t step in anymore. i don’t think it actually helped 

“Get up, Kayn.”

He’d knocked his student to the ground again, blade steady in his hand. The exhaustion was plain on Kayn’s face - round after round had brought his exertion to his limits. Zed admired his energy, his stubbornness that propelled him to never accept defeat. But that didn’t mean he would show him any reprieve during their training. Every rash maneuver Kayn made, every wrong advance or guard, Zed took note of. And Zed understood. He’d made similar mistakes in his youth.

“Your sword arm was too stiff that time.” He stood over him, waiting for Kayn to get up to his feet. He always did. The boy was incorrigible. “Weapons should flow, like water through a stream.”

Kayn was stirring, like a geyser bubbling up from underground. He picked up his own blade, using it as a crutch to steady himself, and then pointed it at Zed once more.

Zed let a flicker of a smile pass beneath his mask.

“You think a weapon like that makes you invincible?”

Kayn was always a headstrong child. If you told him to walk, he would run for miles. If he was given a task, he would cause havoc here and there, going beyond what Zed told him to do with several of his little ‘detours.’ He exhibited raw skill, a talent with weapons and physical ability that Zed hadn’t seen since Kusho praised his own skill when he trained with the Kinkou.

Zed never preached restraint, but he still knew how to rein himself in.

Taking a step forward towards Kayn, he uncrosses his arms, placing one gloved hand on his shoulder. Zed’s grip was no clamp, no pincer to pin Kayn down, but it was still firm enough to convey his authority.

    Armed to the teeth, it seems. What odd attire indeed, but she was not one to speak. Head TILTS, breath slipping from plump lips as she looks at the other with a near DISINTEREST ( oh but she is not entirely devoid of it ). Glacial gaze so lightly SETTLES ‘pon the strange woman, before a hand so b r u s h e s over swell of hip, e’er so slightly POPPING it to the side as her stance shifts, brow QUIRKING.

in silent steps the queen approached the witch. her march oft as the night breeze would go unnoticed had she not wrapped arms around cereza’s waist and placed a small peck ‘pon her nape -- proceeding to rest her delicate chin over the other’s shoulder.