i want to… apologize for taking so long to reply to threads. school started, and i didn`t really expect it (literally, i found out the day before the semester started) so i`ve been adjusting to my new schedule. i`ll try to churn some replies out within the next few days. sorry for the inconvenience!
He had dabbled in the dark arts a few times prior, with the handy dandy black mage, vampire and lastly dark knight asterisks. They were useful, since he was able to change from class to class. Though he never went the length of necromancy, he was more the protector, which made him feel right at home with using the dark knight asterick.
But never, did he— while in those classes, intend harm unto others, unless he needed to protect himself or others. One of his former colleagues was a notorious black mage, he flung fire spells whenever he did so pleased. So he made sure he didn’t anything like that.
The blond begins to chuckle, a smile spreading on his lips.
"Quite, it has… many uses after all."
His hand grabs the spine of the tome, removing it from the shelf. He dusts the cover off of it now, and turns to face her and asks, “were you intending to check this out, miss…?”
micaiah thinks for a moment before shaking her head. a hefty stack of tomes should suffice at least for the next few days, although becoming more proficient in magic is one of the goals she set herself prior to setting foot on campus grounds. silver locks rest on her shoulders after she finishes the gesture, and she opens her mouth to reply only to have a cloud of dust accidentally flung into her direction.
"ah!" yelping out in surprise, she takes a step back, covering her mouth as her chest heave in a few coughs. it`s only moments later when she`s finally able to breathe comfortably again, giving the blonde a sheepish, embarrassed grin. "it… seems pretty authentic if it hasn`t been touched for that long."
hopefully joking about her coughing fit makes it less embarrassing than it was.
Micaiah’s hesitation on the matter seemed to irritate him even further, why she insisted on dragging this out so long was beyond him. She was obviously uncomfortable with what she was about to say and it was giving him more and more of a reason to walk away and pretend he had never even seen her in the first place.
What she had revealed about her reason for approaching him so far already gave him some sort of hint on what it was about and it was true, he didn’t see a need to be out in the open with so many other people while discussing such things.
"Fine," he sighed before answering her, doing his best to remind her how much he didn’t want to be there at all. He finally turned to face her and readied himself to follow her lead.
it takes a while for some people to relent. this much micaiah understands. he finally turns to face her, and as an expression of gratitude she smiles, her eyes softened with relief.
she gestures towards a sun room down the hall, a secluded little niche she found herself while navigating the campus during the various attempts to situate herself. finding little corners and holes like this is an odd little habit of hers; the seclusion left her in peace while still enjoying the sky above. micaiah figures there`s no need to speak after pointing out their destination, but her lips move once more anyway.
"i see you`re not wasting any time in delving into your studies," noted the queen as she moves forward with quick strides. "i really shouldn`t be surprised in seeing you here."
Where did the name Micaiah originate from? Because often times I see it as a guys name more than a girl.
"where did my name come from… to be honest, i`ve never thought about it!" micaiah laughs. "i haven`t come across many other people with my name." she pauses, eyes glancing to an upper right hand corner in contemplation, then adds, "i suppose it`s somehow related to my grandmother. her name was misaha."
♞ Talking about himself, his past, his motives, was extremely difficult for Zelgius. He had hid himself for so many years in exchange for protection, comfort, and a sense of belonging somewhere. His true personality had always been buried under layers of stoicism and hardship. His aura was the only thing he could not conceal despite his best efforts to remain enigmatic. He felt that he had nothing to hide now though and that Micaiah was a trustworthy woman.
He finally changed his expression, a slight scowl taking place roughly upon his face. “He was my master, yes." He too was bitter. Bitter because he was used by Sephiran time and time again. Despite knowing this deep down inside it still hurt him. He didn’t have many options, but to follow his master’s orders blindly. At least he had felt somewhat useful.
“He still draws breath? Surprising. I had thought that General Ike had pierced his blade deep into his chest." His tone of voice was harsh. He was unable to conceal the feelings of hatred he was feeling at the moment from the man who left him to die and had not even gone to search for him. "I don’t doubt that he is apologetic, Sephiran is not evil, and neither am I." Despite his anger he still defended him. Such were his conflicting feelings.
her expression softens as zelgius` aura heightens with malice. with overwhelming emotions, it`s hard for most people to keep their aura from out pouring to her much akin to a cup placed under a waterfall. she waits for this flare of anger to level off before she continues as a form of conversational tact.
"you mean you`ve yet to meet him again?" she asks incredulously, eyes blinking in confusion. then, she adds, "exactly how much did you know about sephiran? about lehran?"
if he kept even his most trusted confidante in the dark, then perhaps it`s not just her that he keeps secrets from. the long conversation she hoped to have had yet to be completed, and micaiah soon realizes she may have judged her predecessor too harshly.
The first response Soren gave to her words was a quick roll of his eyes. Even after being talked to directly he refused to meet her gaze and he planned to make this conversation as quick as possible so there would be no reason to.
"If you’re going to insist on talking to me then get on with it," his reply was filled a large amount of disdain but his only real problem with Micaiah now was how irritating he found her. "I really do have things I should be getting done right now." In truth the only thing Soren had done since his arrival on the island was sit in the library, he had absolutely no obligations. He only assumed that if he gave her the idea that she was interrupting his busy schedule it would give her incentive to make whatever annoying speech she was about to give him a bit quicker.
her own eyes dart towards the passing crowd, her lips forming a frown. it`s not that his curt replies or refusal to even turn to her while speaking that makes her hesitate to pursue further, but the amount of ears that may be eavesdropping on an extremely personal matter keeping her reluctant. for now, she prefers to remain vague, possibly adding to his dismay.
"it`s in both of our best interests if we moved this conversation to somewhere more private,” she mutter in a lower voice, emphasizing the last word. “something tells me you wouldn`t want anyone catching bits of our conversation, anyway.”
the last statement is an assumption based on the mere fact of how secluded people of their heritage tend to be. fingers traced the back of her right hand, which remains covered and concealed from the world.
The bathroom. That’s what they called this. But to Futo, it hardly looked like a bathroom at all. There was no bath, for one, and instead of the typical hole she’d squat herself over there were rows and rows of strange, porcelain contraptions.
Whereupon asking the lavoratory’s locations, she’d been directed here, but honestly Futo felt more confused than she had been when searching for this place.
She stares at the white monster facing her, its saliva pool stagnant and radiating a cool temperature. How is this… supposed to work? Tentatively the shikaisen raises her knee and wonders where to put her foot. Is it on the rim? A try is given, though sloppily, and the small woman’s foot plunges into the bowl. She gasps and tries to pull it out, but… she can’t. She honestly can’t. Panic sets in, and Futo begins to yell at her assailant. “L-Let go of me, monster! Mine foot shalt not be thy dinner today!” Several splashing and scoldings come after.
Just as this is beginning, Futo hears the door open… Did someone come in? Possible help?
the washrooms lacks most amenities micaiah is used to from the past. chamber pots in which servants could tend to afterwards was considered a luxury not many people could afford, and yet somehow modern plumbing took any servants out of the equation completely. her first time using a “toilet” is an experience she avoids thinking about entirely—but she`s a smart girl, understanding fully well that acclimation to every aspect of life here is a survival technique. something the lifestyle of lavish royalty doesn`t teach, but rather living on the streets requires.
so when micaiah enters the restroom, it`s not the glaring overhead lights or the tall stalls that surprise her, but rather the frightened shrieks that have her rushing over. there have already been enough murders to keep the students locking their doors in fear, and for one to happen right in her presence—
a splash of water hits her cheeks as soon as she opens the stall.
there`s a girl struggling, with her foot stuck in the toilet. how she got her foot in the confines of the contraption is beyond micaiah, but nevertheless her arms sweep under the other, much smaller girl and she pulls and pulls. this is better than a murder, but how could this seriously be happening?
"u-uh… hold on, just—please try to relax!"
♞ Her wary tone injured the knight, a slight frown coming upon his face at her distrust. He cannot blame her though; she is still confused about many a thing that he has done and the reasons behind them. She had been considered a pawn, but then again so had Zelgius.
“I do not wish to see the land engulfed in war," he replied, a shake of his head following his words. "I never did." He paused to let out a soft sigh. "Everything I did, all my actions save for a few, were ordered by my Master." His master, Sephiran, the one who promised him he would never be alone as long as he stayed with him. The one who used him more than anyone. The one who left him to d i e.
“My Maiden, I do hope you can learn to trust me again someday. It really does pain me that I had to deceive you, that I hurt you and betrayed your trust. I never wanted to hurt you. I even went against my master’s orders once to save you.”
body language is an art that can easily be used to deceive if learned and understood, but auras are much harder to conceal. during their time in battle, he masked his aura as an attempt to become an enigma to all, but she never truly sensed any underlying danger in falling back to his protection. the black knight—no, zelgius—had always been a perplexing character with the bits and pieces presented to her in the past. now he reveals more of his motives, more of him, and she decides she no longer needs to be courteous of his privacy if his end goal is to truly earn her trust once more.
"your master… he is sephiran, correct?" micaiah pauses to see his reaction. "your master is still around. i`ve spoken to him a few times here and there, and he seems truly apologetic for the conflict he created."
sephiran`s heart is full of sorrow and grief over his actions, and sephiran is his master. but sephiran and zelgius were not one in the same, were not interchangeable despite the history they shared. sephiran had yet to earn her full trust, despite his attempts to soothe their relationship.
she`s bitter, she realizes. it`s not a very desired trait as a queen.
When he heard whispers of a silver haired priestess arriving on the island, Soren began preparing himself for the possibility that it might be the person he feared it was. Normally, he did his best to stay away from other people or places where many of the other students met, but when word came that he might have to be dealing with her soon he became alert whenever he stepped outside of his room. His efforts to stay inconspicuous had availed him nothing.
Soren had learned over the years that there were some people you could ignore and they would eventually leave you alone. He had also learned that unfortunately, Micaiah wasn’t one of them. He intended to ignore the priestess like he usually would have but he realized she would only pursue him further. Micaiah had always struggled to bring out some sort of closeness between them because of their similar heritages and Soren knew that given their situation she would try harder now than she ever had previously and he didn’t intend on staying close to her only because she was the only familiar face on the island so far.
Ignoring her now would only prove to be poor decision in the future. If he dealt with her quickly he would be able to spend more time doing something of use than trying to get an irritating girl from tailing him.
When Micaiah called out to him like he knew she would, Soren stopped dead in his tracks. He didn’t even bother turning to face her as he responded.
"What do you want," the mage sighed. It was really more of a statement than a question.
if soren`s aura was cold before, it`s ice now, a frigid, unwelcoming feeling as if he were already telling her to leave. she can hardly blame him, with their acquaintance being met under conditions of the battlefield and war, but this conversation is so important to have that she shrugs off his aura just to pursue the topic she had always been meaning to speak about and had no opportunity to indulge.
"i was just surprised to see you here," micaiah began. "i truly hope you`re not in the middle of something. i`ve been meaning to talk to you ever since we met."
there`s a sincerity in her tone with a hint of desperation. there`s a multitude of reasons why soren would be wary of her, with war leaving scars between relationships even the most skilled healers could not touch, but her efforts are made anyway. unlike her other actions on the island, this pursuit is personal, selfish.
"i promise it will only take a moment or two."