Still Standing

‘Light and Dark must be in balance, for the elements themselves are not evil. It’s by intention of those who wield them, be it man or demon, that decides.’

Independent Samurai Jack OC Blog.

15+ years writing and RP experience. Mun is 21+. Crossover/OC Friendly. Multiship.

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Character created: 2002. Blog created: May 2017.

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"What the hell-"

“That sure is a whole lot of wild shenanigans going on that I don’t think I have full context for. Yet it’s hilarious all the same.”

His guard came up when the motes came to be, eyeing them with suspicion before he nodded his assent, turning his gaze back to the markets. Going over a mental map was easy enough, and eventually Ophiuchus managed to mark three or four that he knew for certain hadn’t been touched since he had gotten there. “I will know what it looks like when we see it.” He answered, pointing out the stalls he hadn’t been to yet. It may be in a dormant state of being, yet the Ancient would rather have it not fall into the wrong hands.

Too many mistakes with the Allag had already been done in that regard.

All the same, he casted his senses out; seeking that familiar tug that came with the creation magicks that his people once wielded. Typically, it was easy to pick out. Yet, with all the fragments and dense aether as of late, it was a struggle to begin to even get a glimpse of it. Frustration plain on his face as Ophiuchus reopened his eyes, scowling. “It’s far too dense in here with the aether. One would think we’re practically swimming in it.” With that said, he glanced to Yang, “Shall we start looking then? It will be rectangular in shape, but carved in the stone will be glyphs of magick.”

Yang nodded her head in understanding, knowing that at least this odd masked individual would recognize it. Hard to tell just what he might be thinking wearing that white thing. But, she wasn’t one to question, this wasn’t her world and thus had no real leg to stand on here. The magic in her palm maintained, the white side of the odd elemental compass bouncing left and right slightly, before it began to shift, the light section being pulled in one direction, near where Ophir had said he hadn’t looked yet. “Well you’re on the right track it looks like.”

She looked at her companion as he spoke about dense aether. Hmm... The woman had begun to understand Aether is the ambient existence of all things here, a sort of magic and elements of them selves to make up things. At least in the languages here. “That could be due to other magical objects in the vicinity perhaps? We’ll have to do the old fashioned way here then.” Manually be looking.

Or do you want the more naughty version ô-ô

A loud and amused laughter broke free from the woman, one gloved hand gently wiping some of the petals from her hair. This was incredibly adorable, and old fashioned. But still acceptable!

"Not at all, this is perfectly fine! The petals are a wonderfully old fall back I can enjoy. I am perfectly fine with no naughty versions. After all, yesterday was Sinday."

“Wait, today was Valentines day...?”

“Wow, who would have guessed that Vivi would be a stone cold tickle murderer.”