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Posted: Tue, 08/06/2021 09:37 (4 Years ago)

His eyes flickered to the bird, tongue unconsciously running along his fangs at the prospect of a fresh meal. Birds weren't exactly his favorite food, that honor went to mice, but it was quite a bit better than whatever this city had stocked for them. Those instincts were reeled in however, when he realized that the crow was his Freja's companion and he nodded almost apologetically to the corvid. "Yeah yeah, nice to meet you and all. Does he eat anything special? Do you? You better not be allergic to anything it would be a pain to plan meals around that." He waved half-heartedly at the crow, eyes taking note of the other's sallow appearance. He didn't expect the other to have gotten a good nights rest, the foreign environment taking a toll on the body's natural circadian rhythm. Back home, the best food to give a restless hatchling was the fatty underbelly of a salmon or a whole sardine while snakelettes could always eat walnuts and fresh kiwis. Were humans the same, he wondered, picking apart the meat with his claws. Granted, he could always bean Freja over the head and knock her out so that she could get some rest but that went against his current goal of not having to throw around thinly veiled threats every few sentences.

Spearing a sausage with his nails, Izumi chewed on one thoughtfully before nearly spitting it out. The taste... was downright awful. It was nothing like real meat, the synthesized texture of unnatural smoothness gliding over his tongue like a rock. The juices seemed too tantalizing and fabricated, something never found in nature. It was simply... too perfect to be anything but fake. Objectively speaking, his cooking wasn't bad, far from it. It was a delectable feast both for the tongue and the eyes and for those used to inventions such as sausages and bacon it was some of the best that they have had. For Izumi, however, it was simply too much to stomach. With a bit more trepidation, he attempted the fruit and almost melted at how sweet it was. Fruit was a luxury back home and to have such high quality ones readily available! Almost all of his disgust at the artificial meat melted away as he happily ate the small portion of fruit that he had portioned for himself. It was a special kind of bliss that he didn't know he needed and the moment his claws tapped against a plate void of the fruits, it was gone. Well, of course it would be, he had just ate it all of course there wouldn't be anything left. And with the disappearance of his bliss came the churn of his stomach as the full realization of his actions weighed on him. Guilt spilled out from each crevice of his body and he felt like it would pour forth from his mouth but years of practice only had his hands shake slightly before it was wiped on his pants.

For now it didn't seem that Freja noticed the momentary lapse in his usual mask. Good, he didn't need someone else biting him in the soft spot of his underbelly. The city was already filled with untold dangers and he didn't need to make survival even harder than it needed to be. All he had to do was keep his head down and get through his sentence. That was it. And before he knew it he would be back home again.

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Posted: Tue, 08/06/2021 08:26 (4 Years ago)

A sneer crossed his face as he leered at the crow. "Oh, so you want an apology is that what this is about? Oh my goodness I'm sooooooo sorry great and amazing Onerio! Please forgive weak wittle me for getting so worked up over nuffin'!" His falsetto was perhaps a bit too convincing as he clasped his hands and fluttering blond eyelashes. Paired with how feminine he already dressed it was almost too easy to picture him as the opposite gender but that all faded soon enough when the falsetto was dropped and Alaparos' voice returned to it's more natural bass pitch. "Now that we've moved past the dark ages and the pleasantries, how about we move on to less.... charged topics? I apologize for the tension and the confusion but thanks to Onerio's diplomacy I will be staying with this group if that is well with everyone else." His voice still held within it a hardened edge as Alaparos frantically pieced back the shattered remains of his more dignified appearance. He was slightly flustered though that only showed in the slight blush speckling his ears, shaken from having his more vicious nature pulled out of himself out of nowhere. Ordinarily he liked keeping his more volatile and hotheaded personality under wraps, playing the part of the harmless human for his own sake. Like he had shamelessly admitted, he was a selfish being, each move calculated for his gain. He was only nice and played the mediator with silken words and flaxen smiles because it would open doors for him that blatant violence never could. And for others to see that - that twisted aspect of himself. It was embarrassing to say the least.

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Posted: Mon, 07/06/2021 11:30 (4 Years ago)

He was so close to giving the other the benefit of the doubt and giving in but the moment he caught the slithering motion that the other oh so deliberately carved out into the air all good will went out the window. The air of nonchalance the avian wore only pissed him off more as he slammed his hands down on his wheelchair, moving to push himself up and off. "Why you-" He bristled, words sliding together as his dog tag sparked and shuddered, delighted by the sudden meal it received. His eyes narrowed into predatory slits, jaw tightening to contain rapidly growing fangs as his flickering tongue yearned for the fresh slash of crow's blood. His magic was evidently running wild, sparking and arcing over thick cloth and charging the air around and it certainly had an effect in how well his disguise was holding up. Perhaps there was something to be said about his willpower, however as his guise only flickered in minute ways before all the magical pressure disappeared with a static pop which left many creature's ears ringing slightly as Alaparos' appearence settled back into the disguise that everyone was used to. "You've done nothing to gain my trust, actively sabotaging any good will towards you. You are as you appear, a trickster who uses other's pity to your advantage. And because I can't trust you as far as I could throw you, it wouldn't sit right with me to leave the ones who did earn whatever little trust I have to give with a slimy con artist." He finally spat out, his grip on his clothing white knuckled and trembling as he sat back down with trembling legs. Perhaps it was a testament to how terrifying Onerio could be, changing the situation around from Alaparos being fully prepared to leave and twisting it so that he was almost guaranteed to stay.

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Posted: Mon, 07/06/2021 07:45 (4 Years ago)

His tag, huh? It was a fairly old thing, dings and scratches running over its surface. Emblazoned on it was a simple eye that gazed out into the sea, forever staring as long as it's figure was etched into the metal. How the tag fell into his hands was one of the earliest memories he had and it was odd to think that it would be the tag that led him to someone else. Was this... a sign of some sort? "So in short, you chose me based on my status as an alumni of a prestigious college and the magic stored in the tag and for no other reason, correct?" He finally clarified, a thumb running over the warm metal. If Onerio really didn't know of his real race and chose him based on qualifications other than his potential use as a bargaining chip, then he had fewer doubts about this. Onerio seemed to at least be earnest and in desperate need of assistance. If it was all just a unfortunate coincidence then he felt that this would at least be a better than Onerio purposefully picking him just because of his race.

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Posted: Sun, 06/06/2021 22:09 (4 Years ago)

"As flattering as that would be, unfortunately I don't think I would." He chuckled, slightly dryly. "I doubt anyone would fancy picking up a book written by me." Gently flicking through his book, he nervously cleared his voice. It was a bit rude to only be answering questions and being a passive participant in a conversation so he decided to step it up a little bit. "So ah, you mentioned being a baker, correct? Which bakery do you work at, if you don't mind me asking." He fumbled out, obviously not used to making conversation between people who were around the same age as himself.

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Posted: Sun, 06/06/2021 21:46 (4 Years ago)

This certainly wasn't going the way Alaparos was thinking it would. He couldn't wrap his head around the idea that someone would willingly saddle themself to him even with his obvious limitations. While Hokori wasn't quite correct to think that he would feel bad, he would just not to the extent that the elf described, it was true that it would benefit him in the research department to stick around. Each one of these people seemed to wield a different type of magic. Observing such a diverse pool of participants would be anyone's biggest dream while working out in the field. The issue about hiding his true appearance still gnawed away at him. While it was doable to stay hidden despite how uncomfortable it could get without stretching his tail and legs for long periods of time, it would undoubtedly be a heavy weight on his shoulders. Being on edge each time he would have to interact with someone who could potentially discover his real identity and be put in danger because of it was terrifying, but in the end the others were right. There was strength in numbers.

One thing made him pause from giving in however. Ever since the conversation started, Alaparos had only heard Onerio speak once and due to a certain serpantfolk still swaying threateningly over him, he couldn't exactly see the crow. "And what say you, Onerio? I assume you had a reason for calling me aside from being a Votum alumni." He finally spoke, voice almost a bit fondly exasperated.

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Posted: Sun, 06/06/2021 09:00 (4 Years ago)

Izumi was pissed. Last night had been awful and he was not looking forward to spending time with his "spouse". What was supposed to be a night for easing himself into this new and unfamiliar environment turned into a war zone where poison was the garnishing on the food and hostility the blanket he slept with. Speaking of sleep though, he got barely any hours in, his unblemished skin still perfect and well taken care of though there were beginnings of bags that joined the smattering of silver scales under his eyes. Whatever, Izumi could be the bigger creature in this household and let bygones be bygones. Having only slept with shorts and a tank top on, Izumi threw on a looser top that fell comfortably around his frame, baggy and comfortable. Slithering down the old stairs, nary a sound escaping from his light footsteps and careful pacing, Izumi entered the kitchen as spotless as he had found it. Opening the windows he watched the sun crest over the horizon, bathing the world in light that made him yawn. The air was stale and dry, a pale comparison to the lush forests that he was used to at home. But it was a far cry from the stifling old air that surrounded this house. With a sigh, he began familiarizing himself with the kitchen. All alone and the only one awake for now, he took this time alone to let down his walls.

Opening the fridge, he tried to make sense of the multitudes of foods he was unfamiliar with. There were so many things that the fridge was missing that Izumi was craving, the familiar rotund bodies of mice and musky scent of frog. Oh well, he had to play human so he would settle for things that were familiar. Freja didn't seem to like the salad yesterday, be it for dietary reasons or the fact that she absolutely hated his guts he didn't know, but today he would try something else. Making up his mind that there was no harm in doing a little bit of experimentation, Izumi grabbed a packet of tube like things, eggs, butter, milk, long strips of meat, and a box of strawberries. From the nearby bowl he grabbed oranges and banana's, rooting in the cupboards for flour and setting down his goods on the clean countertop. Bringing out various bowls, he pulled back his sleeves and began to pour out ingredients into a bowl. It was odd, throwing ingredients he knew into a bowl without any markings or signs of use but it was quickly washed away when he opened his mouth, a familiar song swelling up within his chest as he fell into the age old ritual.

"The sunrise is heart-pounding, the magnificent view is scorched into my eyes. Eternity, even that comes with a price in this world void of freedom." He hummed, fingers sifting through the flour as another hand gradually poured in a cracked egg, milk, and butter. The mixture was wet, clinging to his fingers as they melded together into a thick batter. Bananas that had been reduced to a viscous pulp sprinkled with sugar was introduced to the mixture. "Surely everyone is a joker, to end the fighting - bring it to an end, time-crossing challenger. Sing the truth at the end of your journey" The hiss of the oil dancing across a hot bowl added it's voice into the choir as Izumi made sure to coat his tools thoroughly. The bowl had a base that seemed perfect as he poured in the batter, yet another voice added in. "Devastating dancing, never-ending conflict. Even if this fate is on its way to ruin, grasping freedom, unyielding desire - hold your real self tightly."

"No matter how often you fall or how much you grovel, It's the decisive battle already. Don't stop, stand up. Everyone is alone, an imperfect soldier. Push on with unparalleled strength" The pancakes were transferred over to a clean plate as the stack grew to have eight fluffy treats balancing precariously atop one another. With those done, Izumi thoroughly washed the fruits, cutting the oranges out to look like flowers as he garnished two separate plates, the strawberries turning into flowers and birds that surrounded the oranges. Returning to the two meat packs that he had taken out of the fridge, Izumi squinted attempting to read what was written. His fragile grasp on the written language failed him here as all he could gather was that they were supposed to be thrown into the bowl and cooked that way. Frowning at how simple it seemed, he first cut open the package labeled "Sausage" and took one out and examined it. It seemed like it had enough surface area to carve into and that's exactly what Izumi did, taking one sharp nail and scoring diagonal lines along the meat. "This hope, confined inside of the lies. Steal it to the far, far away future." Tossing them into the bowl, he puzzled over how to present the "bacon" or whatever these strips of meat were. With a purse of his lips, Izumi gently twisted each strip into a tightly would circle, crafting each one into a rose like shape. It looked pretty enough and he gently lowered the bacon roses into the oil, singing cutting off as he hissed in pain, oil splattering against his forearm. It hurt a lot more than it did normally, the heated oil raised red welts on his pale skin as he scowled at the bowl. The pain soon faded away and so did his annoyance as he waited for the meat to cook, song resuming it's melodious course as Izumi's feet instinctively carried him across the cramped area. "Even if tears flow or your smile drops it's time already, don't stop, one chance. There's no time to waver, not even one second"

Cooking was a celebration, an offering to strengthen those who you cared for and your relations to them, a festivity where both the giver and receiver rejoiced in such an act. In some villages, cooking was considered an intimate act reserved only for family, friends, and lovers. To refuse food was to reject someone's affections, to make an enemy of the one who prepared the dish and to potentially even anger those who the giver considered close to them. Partaking in food was almost sacred. While Izumi's home village didn't hold the act in such high regard, it undoubtedly still was a show of good will and a desire to at least get along with Freja and Izumi himself found joy and importance in the act. For the other to so easy and uncaring disregard his olive branch was quite possibly one of the rudest things he has ever seen someone do but he had to remind himself that not everyone's cultures were the same. Perhaps what was considered sacred to him was just another part of the other's daily life and he was willing to give his "spouse" the benefit of the doubt and try once more.

The popping of skin splitting open drew Izumi out of his thoughts as he refocused on the bowl sitting atop the stove with a blink. Ah, the food was done, he noted gingerly removing the sausages and bacon and plating them up. A soft smile graced his features as he continued to hum, letting his eyes track over what he had made. "That's right, our incomplete selves didn't think we could misunderstand each other as we looked up at the huge, endless sky. But I can only stand here now because you were with me. We catch our breaths, begin walking toward our dreams. As he shifted food around to make sure that everything was in place, an announcement accompanied by an annoying and grating off tune music made the song in his throat catch as he threw a glare at the open widow. Rude, but Izumi wasn't in the mood to chew whoever it was out and only sighed. Gathering up the three plates in his hands, he moved them over to the dining room table. Sitting down rather heavily on a seat, he waited, the remnants of a song pouring from his tongue as absentmindedly listened to the announcement.

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Posted: Sun, 06/06/2021 03:50 (4 Years ago)

Well that certainly wasn't the response he was expecting and his slightly dumbfounded expression expressed that for a split second before it fell back into his usual warm smile, though it did seem much more cold than before. "I have many reasons, not all I can share. But for the sake of argument, let's start out with the obvious, shall we?" He spoke, completely ignoring Vale's show of aggressive dominance. "I am physically disabled. This first fact already puts everyone who teams up with me at a disadvantage, ruling out multiple methods of entry, transportation, I would rather not place unneeded stigma on you all. Secondly, while I indeed did graduate from Votum, I was hardly a model student. I believe I said this before but I am a magical theorist, not a magical applicant. What use is a theory if not for its applications? As much as it pains me to say, my magic is simply too volatile to use safely. I refuse to become burdened with the thought that I will hurt others when the moment comes when my countermeasures cease to work." The only sign of his hesitance was once again, the slow tapping of a nail against the rim of his wheels, his steady voice giving none of his misgivings away. The way he spoke was logical yet if one listened closely, perhaps they would hear how he paused after each reason listed as if such words were ones he loathed to speak. The incessant tapping the underlined his whole speech up till this point paused, as if he was gathering his thoughts before starting up again. "I am a very selfish creature so this is my selfish reasoning for not saving the world. I guess. In the end all of my reasoning leads back to me simply having secrets I would rather not have exposed during this little adventure."

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Posted: Sat, 05/06/2021 04:49 (4 Years ago)

The more Onerio spoke, the more twisted and conflicted Alaparos became. On one hand, the manipulative creature was appealing to each and every one of his protective instincts and moral code that he didn't even know up till now. But one the other, what Onerio was asking for was an imbalance, the cons outweighing the pros. Taking on this quest would mean that Alaparos was at a disadvantage, bound to his human shell for self protection. These were rich, corrupt, and important figures, exactly the type to use him for their own selfish and personal gain. Presenting himself as anything other than painfully human was a risk that would come with much to many drawbacks. He was essentially handicapping himself for his own protection, trading away his physical strength for anonymity. But the problem wasn't inherently punchable either so his brawling skillset wasn't going to be the most useful anyways but the trade off in size could potentially be a disadvantage for the team. The only two creatures that matched Alaparos' size would be the snakefolk and the amoured one beside him yet the two belonged on the vanguard rather than the rearguard, a position that Alaparos found himself taking up more often than not. Even if he could somehow find someway to balance out his kilometer long list of weakness in this form (his true body only had a meter long list), it still didn't help that out of all the members he was most likely the weakest out of all of them. It would be a pain to be the one to drag everyone down.

"Unfortunately, I believe it would be better for me to leave. There is very little I can bring to this team." He said in a matter of fact tone that betrayed none of his worries. One hand carded through Gerrin's fur, finding the scent of fluttering ashes and the aftermath of devastation to be oddly warming and familiar. Unlike how the aroma of death incited and wrapped around his shoulders like a warm blanket and a welcome home, this smell sharpened his mind, drawing him out of his swimming thoughts and into the present. It was... nice. Alaparos rarely found scents that pleased him but the small fox was a calming presence.

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Posted: Fri, 04/06/2021 11:10 (4 Years ago)

Well now Alaparos was starting to feel bad for the crow. Man. Thing. Whatever Onerio was. Key point was now Alaparos was feeling like the bully for openly attacking someone who was kind of in the same boat as them, just slightly less clueless about everything compared to them. Or well he supposed that everyone now was on the same page so Onerio really was in a ruefully similar position to them. Ugh way to make himself look like the bad guy here. Perhaps they were getting a bit too worked up, though, the exhaustion of facilitating conversations and alliances wearing down on their psyche. So this time, Alaparos simply leaned against the low back of their wheelchair and watched as Azure take the metaphorical reigns of their side of the conversation. He would pipe up when necessary, such as now when his eyes flickered over to the drawn weapon in Derek's hands and the calculating gaze he could barely make out beyond the boughs that presumably belonged to the serpentfolk.

Gingerly extracting themself from Azure's side, they slowly rolled up to Derek, hands gently tapping the rough patches of armor the other wore. It was a daunting garb to observe up close but Alaparos wasn't deterred, absently wondering if the armor was there to serve another purpose outside of protecting the demi-god's physical form. "Hey, let's put it down for the time being, no? It may not hold very much weight to hear it from my mouth but perhaps we should let Onerio explain the situation without any more external stressors."

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Posted: Thu, 03/06/2021 23:14 (4 Years ago)

With their difference in heights, Azure ended up headbutting Alaparos right in the face. At least the contact was light so he didn't end up on the ground for a second time but he did almost get a mouthful of fur that only made his face twist up even more than it had been when he heard Onerio aliken the two of them. He was his own person damn it, he would rather be reminded of a snake that whatever this weird bird thing was. But perhaps what he hated the most was the weak trail off at the end of Onerio's voice, a voice that called on all his instincts to at least listen to what the other had to say. It was frustrating and annoying but it was the least he could do.

Crossing his arms, he listened to Onerio explain himself, physically holding himself back from scoffing. Of course the ones in power were corrupt, that was nothing new. One just had to look at the news to see the filth of this world. Wisely keeping his mouth shut, however, Alaparos only narrowed his eyes and kept his internal commentary just that. Internal. "So you gathered us here to do what, exactly? Remove curses? Abolish the government? If you wanted that, it would have been better to call exorcists. Eating those in power sounds fun though." He sighed, putting a hand on his chin.

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Posted: Thu, 03/06/2021 21:18 (4 Years ago)

Izumi cracked an eye open when the door to the room opened, sharp blue eyes flickering to take in who had entered before it closed again in disinterest. She didn't look like much, seaweed like hair clinging onto pasty skin and a scowl on her face topping off the ensemble of unpleasantness that was his "spouse". Even the pale sun was more interesting than her and he emphasized it by not really listening to her as she made pleasantries and small talk. Or at least that's what he assumed but Freja's curt introduction left the other sputtering. "Wha- Oi! Come back here you algae! Where are your manners?!" He barked, swinging slender legs over the beanbag. The floor was slightly warm from the sun as he stumbled for a moment before storming downstairs. Finding the mop of unruly hair lounging on the couch and he huffed, placing his hands on his hips.

"Listen up, I'll only say it once. My name is--" A slither of sounds escaped his throat, a mix of guttural and rasping noises that one couldn't hope to replicate on the first try "Or 'One Who is Born by the Clear Springs of the Winter Shoal Within the Clan of The Arboreal Dwellers'. The closest translation that can be used as a name that this language has would be Izumi so that is what you may call me. Or don't. I couldn't care less what odd human name you choose to call me. Now, is there anything you would like to eat because I'm going to cook and if you don't tell me then I'm going to give you kale salad and you're going to like it. Before you try and say it, yes. This counts as important." Finished with his speech, Izumi stalked into the kitchen, throwing open the door to what he presumed was the ice box. He was proven right and he had to stop himself from voicing his victory. There was at least food which Izumi was thankful for since he would have looked like a damn fool for declaring that he would make something when there was nothing to make it from. Pulling out vegetables, he ran through his head different recipes while cross checking with the present ingredients within the fridge before landing on a simple kale salad as promised. From that selection he picked a shrimp salad paired with a vinaigrette and fruit. Nodding in satisfaction, he began to remove the ingredients and place them on the counter. The temptation to simply take the slab of beef shoulder and swallow it whole was tempting but he ultimately bumped the fridge door shut with his hip before he could give into it.

Thoroughly washing not only his hands but the food he would be preparing, Izumi set to work, separating and preparing the kale as a foot came up to open cupboards, eyes searching for a bowl rather than making sure that what he was doing was right. He didn't need to look anyways, the recipe ingrained in his muscles after years of preparing food. Finding the needed tools, he set the bowl on the burner. It looked usable and much more complicated than what he had at home as he spent a good few minutes puzzling over how to work. He had to bite back a yelp when with a turn of the buttons a fire sparked to life, wide eyes staring at wonder at how quickly something was ignited. That was convenient. Sprinkling oil, chili powder, turmeric powder, lemon juice, salt and pepper onto the shrimps and massaging the marinade into the meat, Izumi threw the garlic and shrimps into the now adequately preheated bowl and began to flip them with one hand, humming absently as he pulled out a wooden bowl with the other. The burning hot metal barely phased the inhuman resident as he plated the salad, song lilting and lovely to the ear. It paired well with the soft sizzle of the fire, a sweat aroma mingling with the melody. If Izumi closed his eyes, he could almost imagine that he was back at home, Siblings surrounding them as they sang while preparing the meals. Human social norms were so different from what he was used to and the cramped space of the kitchen reminded that humans don't usually see cooking as a ritual as Izumi did.

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Posted: Thu, 03/06/2021 20:26 (4 Years ago)

Flinching at the stern shut down of his suggestion, Alaparos tapped the rim of his wheels with narrowed eyes. Who was this overgrown bird to speak to them like that. If it weren't for them, Onerio wouldn't even have a physical body. He wasn't here to save the world or even one weird dream entity, he was just here for his personal reasons and none of the answers he was hoping to glean from the experience was comming. "Then I hope you don't mind if I unapologetically sleep through it because I think I'm going to do that." Alaparos quipped back instinctively, rolling his eyes. The moment he registered saying that, however, he winced and pressed a hand to his mouth that twisted into a grimace. He had probably overstepped there, setting the whole team back a few steps just because he ran his mouth. He didn't know how powerful Onerio was currently and if he had accidentally signed all of their death warrants because of his careless words he would rather go crawl into a ditch and cover himself in earth. An apology sat on the tip of his tongue, but a wave of indignation held it back. Onerio didn't deserve an apology, not until he proved himself worthy of one.

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Posted: Thu, 03/06/2021 09:29 (4 Years ago)

Username: Tsukoyomi
Name: ZhongYun (仲恩)
Age: 18
Vision: Geo
Cracked? Yes
Weapon: Polearm (White Tassel, Crescent Pike, Vortex Vanquisher)
Elemental Burst: Lonesome Oath: "大地に戻りなさい!" "Dust to Dust!"
A field is cast for 12 seconds. Within the field, enemies’ Geo and Physical damage resistance are lowered by 15% and a shield is cast scaling with ZhongYun's Def with a 200% damage absorption when it protects ZhongYun but falls to 100% when shielding any other character.

All they had ever wanted was the strength to protect what they hold dear

Elemental Skill: Silent Oath: "これは僕の役目なんです!" "This is my conviction!"
A barrier is cast for 20 seconds where opponents and allies can neither enter nor leave. Within the field, Geo Damage will be inflicted on enemies at set intervals and allies receive healing equal to 25% of ZhongYun's Def. When Silent Oath is cast, ZhongYun is incapable of casting Lonesome Oath.

Perhaps there is no bigger sin than shouldering the world's burdens by their lonesome"

Personality:
ZhongYun.... is an oddity to say the least. While they are timid and generally doesn't speak their mind, they have a bad habit of always going on ahead and doing things by themself for other people. They are kind, that much is clear, yet they insist on introducing themself as a monster, the meaning of such words a mystery to anyone who meets them. Despite being very visibly from Liyue, they speak a separate and rarely spoken dialect and instead seem more comfortable with Inazuma's language rather than their home language.

Appearance: (General placement until my lazy butt draws it)

Other: ZhongYun's shield's and barriers take the form of multiple rotating slabs of stone with smaller rocks interspersed between them

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Posted: Wed, 02/06/2021 22:42 (4 Years ago)

The moment that Oneiro finally appeared in a flashy spark of magic and light, Alaparos doubled over quietly heaving as he fought to catch his breath, the oppressive magic in the air faded into an aggressive hum. His ears were ringing and most of what was said passed through his mind as if he was underwater, muffled and indistinguishable from the magic surrounding the area. Letting his head fall against his knees for a moment of rest, he focused on breathing in and out, letting the familiar motion of respiration ease away the pinpricks dancing across his skin. With that brief moment of rest, no longer than half a minute, he rightened himself and glanced around. No one seemed to have noticed his struggle and that was... good. Yes is was good. He couldn't afford to show any more weaknesses than he already had. Smoothing out his clothing, his ears tuned back into the conversation of its own accord and he found himself frowning. Why was Hokori being so considerate towards this entity? Sure, the dazzling show of magical prowess left Alaparos breathless, both literally and figuratively, but was he really that big of a deal? Clearing his throat, he offered up his own suggestion. "Perhaps would us taking a quick rest be optimal then? This is simply conjuncture but as you were sealed away in the Dreaming Realm, would the ones you have gathered entering that realm provide you with more energy?" He proposed, still on edge around this newcomer. He hid his misgivings however, simply going along with the flow. If he was openly hostile, things would only be much more complicated than it already was.

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Posted: Wed, 02/06/2021 22:09 (4 Years ago)

A number and a name. Lynx Woods 30 and Freja Azurine. Ugh. This sucked. Added with the snide comment about how stupid his infraction was from the griffon that made him want to pluck each and every feather off their head, Izumi was in a foul mood. And if his "spouse" knew what was good for them, they'd stay far far away from him. At least Lynx Woods had some nice trees though they weren't nearly as large and comfortable as the trees back home. So caught up was he, looking at the trees, that he nearly missed his assigned house, walking down until the end of the block before realizing his mistake. Ugh. This sucked. Walking up the steps of the house, bare feet repulsed by the warm concrete, Izumi scowled at the run down appearance of what would be his new house. It was too industrial for his tastes and he made a mental note to search for a park or something like that once he had made obligatory niceties with his "spouse".

Knocking firmly on the door four times, Izumi waited another four seconds before stepping in. Announcing his presence in a slither of words that barely made any sense, he closed and locked the door behind him. Immediately the first thing that crossed his mind when looking at the apartment was cold. The windows were barely large enough for him to get any sun in and everything just looked. Sad. His scowl deepened even more as he trudged through the house looking for a nest to collapse in. Throwing open the first door, he was meet with the sandy beige of a bedroom and his eyes zeroed in on the beanbag chair. It didn't quite fit his criteria of a nest and when he poked it, it seemed too flimsy to even carry his weight, but it was as good as anything. Gingerly sitting down, Izumi immediately melted into the familiar feeling of a nest, finally. a nest a nest a nest it was like home again. A pleased groan slipped from his lips as he cracked open an eye (when had he closed them?) to try and spot a window. Thankfully he had a medium sized south facing window and dragged his nest right under it to the sole spot of sun and simply lounged there for a moment. The light sun did nothing to warm his cold scales but the familiar action of it all did more than anything to soothe his frazzled nerves.

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Posted: Tue, 01/06/2021 22:55 (4 Years ago)

The sudden change in magic within the area knocked all of the air out of Alaparos' lungs, the added fact that the wind blew his billowing hair right into his mouth notwithstanding. Gripping his shawl, he very nearly missed the flickers of green as he focused on regulating his breathing to a more regular state. Perhaps it was his species or perhaps it was just himself but magical sensitivity had always followed him. In times like these, his sensitivity was more of a curse than a blessing. Currently he wasn't very strong both physically and magically so instead he chose to make himself less of a target for... whatever this was. With some difficulty, Alaparos managed to hike his legs up and under him so that was a much smaller target than the rest of the others. Not a hard thing to accomplish when you're only 4 feet.

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Posted: Tue, 01/06/2021 19:38 (4 Years ago)

Arching an eyebrow, Alaparos said nothing letting the situation play out. There was a lot one could learn about others by simply observing and this was as good of a chance as any. Was this Derek fellow one to hold grudges and only showed kindness to those who would give him information or aide him as Alaparos had done, or was he one who left the world slightly better than it had been before each interaction he partook in? The sound of laughter though caught his ear as he turned around to watch his other teammates begin to joke around each other and he couldn't help but let his scripted smile fall in favor of a more genuine one. They were quite the group weren't they. But Alaparos didn't really mind, the colourful cast of personalities all clashing and mixing in an oddly warm kind of way. They didn't quite get along just yet, that would require some more work, but it was the beginnings of a team and that was all he could ask for.

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Posted: Tue, 01/06/2021 02:29 (4 Years ago)

Wincing as he was set down a bit harshly, pain lancing up his legs, Alaparos gingerly shifted to situate himself more comfortably. The magic fizzled out as he calmed himself, the small moment where he snapped at someone covered up as easily as he drew his blanket around himself. A wave of exhaustion crashed over him at the sudden rise and fall of his magic, dog tag eagerly taking what it was given as it rested heavily against his chest. "Thank you, you really didn't need to." He mumbled, metal making a light sound as his boots rested against them. Blinking away any signs of tiredness, he focused on the task at hand as he tried to remember what he had said before he had been bowled over. "Back on topic, however, we were wondering if the forest had any clues. Some theories have been passed around but so far everything is simply conjuncture. The only thing we know for sure is that all of us have been visited by this Oneiro in a dream. In the dream he spoke of the destruction of the Inanis University as well as a looming danger. I assume you too have experienced this dream as well?"

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