#fandanicl

A  voice  was  heard  in  the  air,  until  the  ascian  appeared  from  one  of  those  dark  portals,  while  a  wild  dagger  was  speeding  towards  the  dragoon's  back.

     𝐒𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲  shaped  by  these  strange  beings.  Ancient  beyond  reckoning,  hailing  from  a  time  beyond  memory  to  all  but  their  own.  For  all  their  power,  for  all  their  grand  schemes,  what  he  now  knows  of  them  is  of  creatures  little  better  than  fading  phantoms,  clinging  with  all  their  might  to  a  life  only  they  would  cherish.  Each  claw  sunk  deep  into  the  very  beating  heart  of  this  star  pried  loose  as  truth  is  as  light  is  shone  upon  their  dark  secrets.  

         To  hear  tell  of  their  cause  might  they  have  his  sympathy,  for  how  oft  has  he  mourned  the  loss  of  home  and  family.  Mayhap  he  does,  in  some  small  way,  though  much  of  that  sympathy  vanishes  in  memory  of  all  the  tragedy  that  they  have  wrought.  Just  as  he  veers  to  the  realm  of  understanding  does  he  remember  the  many  families  torn  apart  and  many  homes  rent  to  naught  by  their  very  machinations.    

     Thus  will  he  always  hold  these  ascians  in  contempt.  His  very  being  recoiling  to  sense  them  so  near.  Though  in  truth,  he  knows  only  the  one  and  only  from  a  distance.  Mayhap  the  way  his  very  veins  alight  as  though  doused  in  black  poison  is  a  sensation  belonging  wholly  to  this  Fandaniel.  He’s  like  to  never  know  as  the  Warrior  of  Light  has  seen  to  the  rest  of  his  kind.  

        Yet  his  senses  are  scoured  all  the  same  ere  the  voice  is  heard.  Each  syllable  as  broken  glass  that  cuts  against  his  nerves.  For  how  every  mote  of  his  being  screams,  he  heeds  the  first  instinct,  the  one  that  has  never  failed  him  in  his  hour  of  need  --  he  leaps,  feeling  only  the  brush  of  air  as  the  dagger  darts  past.  He  lands  ‘pon  an  outcropping  of  rock,  peering  down  at  the  fiend.  

Oh, goodness...

First of all, why was Fandaniel talking to him so suddenly and, second, why was he trying to be funny? If it were someone else, Meteor wouldn't have held his giggles back, but it was Fandaniel... And Fandaniel annoyed him, usually. So, even though a small chuckle escaped him, he still glared... or tried.

Consider her wholly unimpressed.

The subtle roll of her eyes was the only indication that she even heard him, the Miqo'te otherwise content to entirely ignore this annoyance.

@fandanicl​ asked: As simple as appearing out of nowhere, or so Fandaniel used to do just for fun, standing in front of the viera. After a fake smile, he booped on his nose. ❝ Who is a great destroyer? You! ♥ ❞ Looks like someone was really bored.

     If he wanted to kill the Ascian before, one could say the desire had risen through the roof on absurd levels. All he could do was stare blankly, furious at being touched, but knew quite well that to become visibly agitated will only serve to amuse this jester. In spite of his seemingly calm exterior however, he couldn’t hide the clenching of his fists... the way it demanded that he bring Fandaniel to his level to show them, and show them well, that their capacity to float before him will not save them from his wrath. He will tear through the bone, mar every inch of skin. Make them meet their Maker. Spare prayers to those who will not hear it.

Entertain him? He really asked him for something so... seemingly harmless? Surely, he was hiding some thing or the other. Yet, Meteor had no way of knowing exactly what. So, for now, he chose to humor him just as how he asked.

"Bard robes... I like those." he commented, placing a hand on his chin in thought. "Though, which one exactly? This hat is a little too extravagant, even for Bard robes, don't you think?"

Though he grumbles and grunts the moment he realizes the other is criticizing his stylistic choice. "Plus, this attire is really pretty! I bet it could be a nice match for the hat... somehow!" Right? His attire and the hat had red accents... He could definitely make it work... or so he tried convincing himself.