* / black sun.

Though this was not her first arrival into the city, she still found it hard to gather her bearings when her prior housing was in a whole other ward–what was the name of this one again? Ah, yes, Golden Ward. Arguably the most modern of them all and even more confusing for the princess to navigate. It’s only thanks to the directions of some helpful strangers that she finds herself on the right path. A lot weighed on her mind. Who was still here that she knew? And what was she supposed to do now that she had returned? As she tries to think everything through carefully, her thoughts come to a halt at his voice.

Judar’s voice.

For a moment, she believes that it’s her mind playing tricks on her. That no one from her home could possibly be here. But it’s not a trick. It’s not a cruel joke. When she turns, she sees him in all that he is. He looks the same with that ever-present mischievous look that spreads across his face when he sees her. All at once, her emotions begin to well up and before she knows it, she’s pushing him into some forgotten alleyway and slamming him against the walls. Hands balled into fists, she holds onto him for dear life as tears well up in her eyes. “Judar-chan! I’ve waited so long! I was afraid that I would be all alone again in this horrible city and you…” She sniffles, finally stepping back.

“Yes, I still have Vinea! I worked hard to get her back!? Why would Aladdin send us here!? I don’t know a thing about what’s going on!” But she’s happy to see him, that much is clear.

' Hey, hold on— ’ 

He had half-expected this encounter to turn into Kougyoku scolding him, shrieking in that annoying ( and hilarious ) way of her’s and listing the reasons why he was bully. Instead, he was pushed against a wall, arms now awkwardly hanging either side of her torso and eyes wide. Despite all his self-professed wisdom, he wasn’t sure how to deal with the blubbering princess when she was holding onto him like this and getting his shirt uncomfortably wet. He certainly didn’t have the strength to break out of her hold. Sure, she had often cried in his presence ( a real crybaby through and through ), but she had never gone as far as to hug him like this - or would it be more accurate to say she was clinging ? Either way, physical contact was something Judar hadn’t exactly experienced before, at least not the affectionate kind. 

‘ Kougyoku... ’ 

“ You’re not very good at healing other people’ wounds and yet you’re willing to take the risk and do it anyway? for a profit? I won’t say that it doesn’t amuse me. I’m sure there are other people like you around here. „ Surely if mistakes were to come from this type of action, consequences would follow but not like Vanitas had cared enough for these losers anyway. It was merely just a passing thought. “ If that’s how you do things, I don’t have any debates. Although that’s quite the risk, ain’t it? „

        “ do you really think you can gain something out of doing this? because i’d love to know what’s going on in your head. „

@thaljsalis  ♡ ‘d.

‘ You... ’ 

Catching sight of the man on the street, a stranger to him and who would otherwise not be worth the Magi’s time, Judar paused. What was this feeling ?  It wasn’t the sensation of a Metal Vessel or a magician, not a Djinn nor a Magi. It was foreign, unknown to both him and the rukh. And yet, his presence enough to draw their attention. Both the black and white birds that would surround the young magician insistently, never straying far from his side and always whispering into his ear, fluttered in the direction of the other man for a moment. Brief, but noticeable all the same. It was almost as if they were curious. But even stranger was the fact that the red gaze of the man followed them as the brushed past his person. ‘ You can see them. ’ 

It was a statement, not a question, and Judar’s expression turned to one of undisguised confusion. This would not be unusual if he was using magic, unleashing the power of the rukh to the point that it would become visible to anyone in the vicinity - goi or magician - but that was not the case now. Judar could just about use the magoi within his own body. 

A familiar sensation, a whisper telling him one of his Kings was near - even without the ability to cast magic, it seemed the rukh was still on his side. 

Not Hakuryuu, he mused. Kougyoku, was it ? It had been some time since the magician had last spoken to her. Judar had certainly seen her before arriving here. Observation had been integral to their plans and he had not missed the opportunity to watch how things played out against the Medium. That said, their lack of interactions didn’t deter him in the slightest when approaching. 

‘ Slow down, old hag! ’ 

Walking around like this was exhausting - it was so much easier when he could just fly. Had he always been this weak ? Still, the rukh being a steadfast ally was somewhat comforting. Finding Kougyoku’s exact whereabouts was simple enough once he had felt it. She was his King Candidate, after all. Thankfully, she had slowed upon hearing the nickname he had so graciously given her. ‘ You still have Vinea, huh? ’ From a simple look in the hair pin’s direction, he could tell that the Djinn was residing within the metal vessel and capable of using some degree of power. It couldn’t be compared to its former glory, not in the slightest, but neither could Judar ( not that he’d ever say such a thing ). ‘ Good. I’d be annoyed if I went to the trouble of raising that Dungeon only for you to lose your Metal Vessel. ’ 

JUDAR ( magi: labyrinth of magic ) 

your local twenty-year-old oracle. 

you ever just want to curse fate ? give a big ol’ fuck you to destiny ? 

one of the three magi born in the current era ( or one of four overall ). 

this basically means he’s a super-powerful magician with a near inexhaustible source of power. 

he was taken as a child into an organization called ‘al-thamen’ who wanted to use his power toward their own goal which is basically defying fate and destroying the order of the world. you know. fun stuff ? 

they are also the reason he has ‘fallen into depravity’, which has dyed his rukh ( the flow of life and source of power for magicians - basically the natural phenomenon that is the physical manifestation of ‘fate’ ) black rather than its typical white. 

he has since left al-thamen in favor of following his own ideals alongside his chosen king candidate - though they aren’t much better. 

after all, he is still fueled by bitterness, spite, and hatred towards al-thamen and the world at large. 

loves instigating conflict & war at any opportunity but is naturally quite weak without his magic. he’ll still talk big but boy, he can barely win an arm wrestle against a twelve-year-old.

the living embodiment of go crazy go stupid at times.