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"Gentleman rule number one. You never comment on a woman's age."

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@Flameleads [ X ] || There is a discussion of the Kings
Eversti says - no Roy says he can trust him. Miss Riza is just the same. It's going to take some adjustment to stop calling him Eversti when he'd been so strict about it beforehand. He understands the idea behind it though. They can't be equals, if he's always addressing the man by proper rank and not by name, all the time. It's always been different with him because he's always had them address him by name - even if the name he gave them was really nothing more than a translation.
It counts though right? Maybe they'll get to the point one day that he gives them in his name in his native tongue but for now he doesn't think it necessary for them to have to deal with the mouthful that was Valkoinen Pilvi.
But this moves them into new territory because Ever - Roy says he's willing to help in any way possible, even if that means explaining Amestrian Alchemy or doing whatever he can. He just - refuses how to control the hellfire that Miss Riza's father created and honestly the Misterican Prince finds himself without a desire to learn such a thing anyway. It would have been more up Usva's alley and Brother already knew how to control his own hellfire.
If he were going to learn how to control the flames then he would much rather spend the time to attempt to master them through his Mist even if that meant he would have to deal with the recoils of when he inevitably messed it up due the mismatched nature of the required Mist's colors. This could have been avoided if Brother had not been so stubborn and just taught him himself but No, the elder Misterican had refused to teach his little brother anything of the sort while he was still alive.
He supposes that means both he and Evest - Roy have things to learn then, because if the man before him can control in his Mist in any facet he still wants to know how and why. He still needs to understand how this human managed to bring about his death even if he had been injured at the time and even if it was completely accidental.
So his hands are gripping at the mug within his grip for the moment, only to pause his thoughts for the time being and trade them out with the soothing sensation of a warm liquid coating his throat. He's had just about enough of breakdowns and panic attacks today. Both sides of the situation has had their emotions stirred around like a bubbling pot and the contents were just as rancid as Black Wind's cooking.
He knows the man says he'll do whatever it takes and he's willing to teach whatever he's able but what is he willing to learn? Being ready to learn about Wonderland is not being ready to learn about Mist and bluntly put he still doesn't know if this man can even channel such a thing being a being of soil at his core. Wouldn't that be a miracle? A being of Soil commanding Mist itself? He supposes he shouldn't be too surprised, he's already done it once. It could have been a fluke though, and he needs to know more.
What he needs is Cid to restore his mask to him, so he can get on with these lessons because not one person in the entirety of the Comodeen will let him go through with the little scheme that twisting around in that head of his without it. Cid might not let him do it at all and well what Black Wind doesn't know won't hurt him because he highly doubts his Other will be pleased if he tells him that he has full intention to recreate the scenario of his death in order to try to figure out how this Amestrian Soldier managed to activate his Mist.
It should have been impossible, unless there was something else at play. Could it have been with the way that Ev - Roy can manipulate the oxygen levels in the air? Even if it he can't actually control his Mist but he can do that - well that could prove to be quite problematic in battle if he can't keep track of how much of an explosive charge is behind the Mist he's allowed to seep into the air. It could create charges he has no control over or ones that he isn't prepared for and as Revon used to tell him while he was growing up -
'A Knight who cannot control their magic should never take the initiative to cast. An out of control spell can be twice as devasting as one cast by a Master of their craft but that is only because its wielder cannot bring its destruction to a halt.'
He might have trained in the ways of a knight when he was growing up but they practiced safety before all else. Mistericans still believed in Life over All after all, so that meant theirs too. There was no space for out of control spells or unruly behavior.
"Ever - Roy - Forgive me, this is going to take some adjustment. Regardless, there is a matter I wish to discuss with you but I fear you are not going to give me a favorable response. I need to know how you commanded my Mist. It should have been impossible for one such as yourself to do so, and by that I do not mean human, but instead a being of Soil.
I think it's important that you understand the basic building blocks of the universe, and by that being Soil and Mist. Black Wind is what is known by both his people and mine as a Soil Mage. I am what is known as a Mist Mythic, meaning we both can command these elements to cast spells and summon beasts to our aid.
Black Wind's arsenal far exceeds my own, but that is merely due to the nature of Soil as a whole. Where as Mist is my breath, and it is born of me - Soil is the crystalized souls of the dead. The vast army Black Wind commands is created through the temporary resurrection of previous Windarians and other species alike.
All beings are made of one of these two elements at their core. All beings except for Chaos. I think you see why I would like you to understand these building blocks at this point. Fighting Chaos is not a 'fight fire with fire' situation. The only thing this will serve to accomplish is more fire and the destruction of everything around it, therefore only further feeding Chaos. "
He sighs and shifts taking a moment to take a long sip from the mug in his hands before he returns it to the table before him. His shoulders raise and drop as he readjusts his posture and sighs again.
"I owe you both, a proper explanation. I only mentioned such a thing in passing to Miss Riza, not thinking about what was coming out of my mouth and in doing so I caused her much distress. I apologize. To you Ever- Roy I never not explained such a thing at all, and I owe it to you to explain just what the beast you're agreeing to do battle with is.
Chaos feeds on the negative emotions of living beings, but in my time observing it, I have come to learn that even attempting to suppress said emotions does little to prevent Chaos from getting what it wants. We are living beings and suppressing our emotions is impossible. I have come to learn that it is Chaos who should be punished and not the beings who are merely expressing themselves in the only way they know how.
While it is true that Chaos feeds on negative emotions, and it uses the power it creates from them to destroy - there's nothing we can do to prevent this cycle. The only thing I have found to do to strike back at Chaos in this function is to simply process my emotions and work through them so I don't continue to stew in my misery. I promise this when I say this, but there is nothing Chaos hates more than how strongly my heart loves.
So please don't try to shut your hearts down, simply due to the nature of our enemy. We just try to mend and repair strife wherever possible.
As for what I was speaking of before. One's soul is either comprised of Soil or Mist. There is no such thing as both as they are opposing energies. Soil is toxic to me, as I'm sure Mist can be quite damaging to Black Wind in ways we have yet to find out. Soil however, devours my mist and it burns my skin. So we have to be careful when we enter combat.
This is what I meant when I said Black Wind and I were inverted twin souls. A Commander of Soil and a Master of Mist. Aren't we quite a pair? Regardless, as a being of Soil, you should not have been able to have any agency over the command of my Mist. Mist is born of the being it comes from and only they can command it. So upon the return of my mask to me, I wish to recreate the conditions of my death.
I need to see exactly what you did in order to activate, and worry not - I will remain masked the entire time and with my hearing intact I will be able to contain the blast that should come from such an action with ease. You however have every right to refuse me. Still, if you can command my Mist at all, then I wish to teach you how to command it properly to avoid further incidents in the future. "
WYRDIFY, FLAMELEADS & HAWKSIGHTS.
ANONYMOUS SAID; I think it's about time we talk about how amazing a writer @wyrdify is. Kai mans a multitude of blogs their most active being @flameleads and @hawksights but it doesn't matter WHAT character they're writing it's always fantastic. Kai has the ability to give each and every character they write their own unique voice that is so specially them and I'm just always in awe of it. Kai is just amazing and I think we need to talk about this a little more.
“Punch’im Hawkeye. That loser ain’t me.”
“And all I've learned has overturned, what can I do?”
@hawksights || lyric starter

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@hawksights is cold:
A walking blanket that may or may not be Lieutenant Hawkeye carried two cups of blueberry tea. Holding out one toward White Cloud, they kept the other for themself.
"It is very cold."
It is bundle of blankets that greets her, hands extending to take the cup from her hands and bring it in close before he takes a sip.
"Kiitos." He sounds out with a small shiver to his voice. "Se on hyvin kylmä."
He's letting his hands rub against the warm mug as if to suck up the heat while sets under the pile of blankets he's collected to keep himself warm. Soon he's letting one arm swing wide to lift the blankets as if in invitation.
"Set with me. Two bodies has to be better than one for this cold. I'll share these blankets."
And he will, all but the near rainbow one that rests at the core of the nest he's created. No, he has that blanket wrapped around him tight.
Memories of Mist || Accepting
@hawksights is curious about Misterica:
☁️☁️ "I know you've translated our ranks into Misterican, but... do our names translate over too? How would we say our names in your language?"
“How do I explain this? Your ranks are easier because military rank is engrained in me by way of the knights and well I have had military around me since the day I was born. We all had assigned guards on top of regular palace guards so addressing one by rank is nearly second nature to me.
As for your names I suppose I would need to know their meanings in order to translate them. We were all named in a rather literal sense. My father’s name was Scarlet Sun and my mother’s Amethyst Moon. My older brother’s name was Red Mist, but to be honest it feels a bit strange to call him that. My mind will always default to Usva over all else. Usva means Mist. To call any of them those names feels odd honestly and they probably would have given me an odd look for doing so.”
He laughs for a moment as his lips stretch out into a smile.
“I can speak your name with my tongue however. We speak with much more of our throats than Wonderlandian requires. Your name would be said Riza (ree-sa). We tend to roll our Rs a bit more and I’m speaking... “
His hands are to press spread fingers on his sides of his neck directly under his ears and jaw line.
“... from here and I’m rolling my tongue against the top of my mouth when I speak the R at the beginning. Does that make sense? If I knew what your names meant I could translate them into Misterican, but to simply speak them - adding our pronunciation is the best I have. ”