♞ “That’s correct. That is both due to me and Sephiran’s lack of confirming my death," he explained, closing his eyes for a brief moment. "If the people of Tellius knew of my survival it would no doubt have been chaotic so I hid myself from the public. My reputation is much too tainted for me to be walking around in broad daylight without any sort of disguise."
“I regret to admit that I don’t know much about him." He sighed. The two of them had spent so much time together and yet Zelgius felt as if he barely knew his ex-master at all. It was completely unfair how he had confided in him and yet received nearly nothing in return.
much of his answer makes sense, leaving little to desire after. indeed she had become so satisfied with the statements of an honest man that she stays in silence moments after. zelgius proved himself before to only have her best interest at heart, and yet he`s nothing more than a glorified murderer. he took a father away from his children, leaving them alone in the world. he knew of loneliness, he is loneliness, and still he inflicted such a fate onto someone else…
his actions still don`t outweigh her desire to trust him again.
a hand lifts to allow her fingers to massage the bridge of her nose, near the ducts of her eyes. she sighs quietly, the reality of her selfishness wearing her down. she`s tired, she realizes. it`s all too much.
finally, she speaks, her voice cracking. “i… want to trust you again. but i don`t know if this is wise.” she gives him a hallow glance. “i`m not just a travelling fortune teller anymore. everything i do has to be wise.”
Just as she’s on the brink of losing hope, Futo feels herself looped within the arms of an angel… and she screams.
"What — !?"
Like a possum playing dead, the small woman’s body freezes with shock, the obvious opposite of relaxing as she’d been instructed. The panic does nothing for her situation, for as the stranger tugs Futo only grows more tense, her foot becoming more secure in the toilet’s mouth. Jaw clenching in the struggle, she flails her arms about at each side.
I say, S-STOOOP, f-fairest angel! ‘Tis too late for me, save thyself!”
A deep inhale, indeed it is time to make peace with the Tao and accept her inevitable demise. Ever the wordy one, Futo simply continues to wail in between the chaos of her stuck foot and a stranger pulling her, bless their kind heart… unless this was just an attempt to get her while in peril!? The thought only makes Futo panic more, her voice echoing through the bathroom like a mournful ghost.
“I knew this modern world was no good! Owowowowoooooooo!!!”
the stress that accumulated over the past few weeks of adjusting to her new setting makes micaiah almost inclined to agree with her wails, but never had she witnessed such a terrible turn of events from the act of simply relieving themselves. then again, how many people does she walk in on when they excuse themselves in the first place? micaiah realizes how strange the concept of a public restroom is, a room where everyone is absolutely aware of what their neighbor is doing and yet they pretend to be isolated in their action—
her cheek begins to sting. in her inner contemplation, the other girl had accidentally swung her flailing fist at her cheek. as a reflex of pain, micaiah yelps in surprise. the next few moments are… inappropriate for a queen, with the priestess muttering profanities under her breath as she musters a surprising amount of strength to finally force the other girl`s foot out of the toilet. she`s getting out of that toilet whether she likes it or not.
"try to calm down—please, try to calm down!" micaiah exclaims, fearing the worst—a frazzled girl soaked in toilet water squirming on top of her. that`s right, micaiah pulled with enough force to send her right on her butt.
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.