It could I suppose.
You don't seem enthusiastic. Do you have something else in mind?
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“I’ve met some pricks in my time. But you, sir...” He said to the offending cactus.
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― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless
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― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless
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In dead roleplays I walked alone/ Narrow pathways of casual zone...
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(Made in collaboration with @hatakekuro)
It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.
--Douglass Adams
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
~~As You Like It, Shakespear
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
~~ Macbeth, Shakespear
“All stories told have been told before. We tell them to ourselves, as did all men who ever were. And all men who ever will be. The only things new are the names.”
“The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.”
“What do you know?”
“Almost everything. That almost part can be a real kick in the teeth sometimes.”
“What do you want, then?”
“What I can’t have.” Wit turned to him, eyes solemn. “Same as everyone else, Kaladin Stormblessed.”
"Two blind men waited at the end of an era, contemplating beauty. They sat atop the world’s highest cliff, overlooking the land and seeing nothing.
'Can beauty be taken from a man?' the first asked the second.
'It was taken from me,' the second replied. 'For I cannot remember it.' This man was blinded in a childhood accident. 'I pray to the God Beyond each night to restore my sight, so that I can find beauty again.'
'Is beauty something one must see then?' the first asked.
'Of course. That is it’s nature. How can you appreciate a work of art without seeing it?'
'I can hear a work of music,' the first said.
'Very well, you can hear some kinds of beauty - but you cannot know full beauty without sight. You can know only a small portion of beauty.'
'A sculpture,' the first said. 'Can I not feel its curves and slopes, the touch of the chisel that transformed common rock into uncommon wonder?'
'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a sculpture.'
'And what of the beauty of food? Is it not a work of art when a chef crafts a masterpiece to delight the tastes?'
'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a chef’s art.'
'And what of the beauty of a woman,' the first said. 'Can I not know her beauty in the softness of her caress, the kindness of her voice, the keenness of her mind as she reads philosophy to me? Can I not know this beauty? Can I not know most kinds of beauty, even without seeing it?'
'Very well,' said the second. 'But what if your ears were removed, your hearing taken away? Your tongue taken out, your mouth forced shut, your sense of smell destroyed? What if your skin were burned so that you could no longer feel? What if all that remained to you was pain? You could not know beauty then. It can be taken from a man.'"
The messenger stopped, cocking his head to Shallan.
"What?" she asked.
"What think you? Can beauty be taken from a man? If he could not touch, taste, smell, hear, see, what if all he knew was pain? Has that man had beauty taken away from him?"
"I…" What did this have to do with anything? "Does the pain change day by day?"
"Let us say it does," the messenger said.
"Then beauty, to that person, would be the times when the pain lessens. Why are you telling me this story?"
The messenger smiled. "To be human is to seek beauty, Shallan. Do not despair, do not end the hunt because thorns grow in your way. Tell me, what is the most beautiful thing you can imagine?"
...
“In this,” Wit said, “as in all things, our actions give us away. If an artist creates a work of powerful beauty – using new and innovative techniques – she will be lauded as a master, and will launch a new movement in aesthetics. Yet what if another, working independently with that exact level of skill, were to make the same accomplishments the very next month? Would she find similar acclaim? No. She’d be called derivative.
“So it’s not beauty itself we admire. It’s not the force of intellect. It’s not the invention, aesthetics, or capacity itself. The greatest talent we think a man can have?” He plucked a final string. “Seems to me that it must be nothing more than novelty.”
"A blind man awaited the era of endings," Wit said, "contemplating the beauty of nature."
Silence
"That man is me," Wit noted. "I'm not physically blind, just spiritually. And that other statement was actually very clever, if you think about it."
"What is it to be witty, then?”
“To say clever things.”
“And what is cleverness?”
“I…” Why was he having this conversation? “I guess it’s the ability to say and do the right things at the right time.”
The King’s Wit cocked his head, then smiled.
“Expectation. That is the true soul of art. If you can give a man more than he expects, then he will laud you his entire life. If you can create an air of anticipation and feed it properly, you will succeed.
“Conversely, if you gain a reputation for being too good, too skilled . . . beware. The better art will be in their heads, and if you give them an ounce less than they imagined, suddenly you have failed. Suddenly you are useless. A man will find a single coin in the mud and talk about it for days, but when his inheritance comes and is accounted one percent less than he expected, then he will declare himself cheated.”
Wit shook his head, standing up and dusting off his coat. “Give me an audience who have come to be entertained, but who expect nothing special. To them, I will be a god. That is the best truth I know.”
~~ Stromlight Archive, Brandon Sanderson
"You see, whether you can draw like this or not, being able to think up this kind of design, it depends on whether or not you can say to yourself, ‘Oh, yeah, girls like this exist in real life. If you don’t spend time watching real people, you can’t do this, because you’ve never seen it. Some people spend their lives interested only in themselves. Almost all Japanese animation is produced with hardly any basis taken from observing real people, you know. It’s produced by humans who can’t stand looking at other humans. And that’s why the industry is full of otaku!"
-Hayao Miyazaki
"In culture an analogous situation leads to the emergence of enclaves shut up in ghettos, where intellectual production likewise stagnates because of inbreeding in the form of incessant repetition of the selfsame creative patterns and techniques. The internal dynamics of the ghetto may appear to be intense, but with the passage of years it becomes evident that this is only a semblance of motion, since it leads nowhere, since it neither feeds into nor is fed by the open domain of culture, since it does not generate new patterns or trends, and since finally it nurses the falsest of notions about itself, for lack of any honest evaluation of its activities from outside."
~Stanislaw Lem, author of Solaris
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You don't seem enthusiastic. Do you have something else in mind?
How long was the earlier time skip? I forgot >.>
Ta-da! And we are done.
That collab was a hellova lot of fun, and I got to do a lot of character building for Ferrin.
Read it if you are interested
That collab was a hellova lot of fun, and I got to do a lot of character building for Ferrin.
Read it if you are interested
Phoenix and a Magus
@Caits@Crimson Raven
A few days after the the Grand Magic Games, the doors to the Phoenix Wing guild hall opened to reveal a pair of strange figures. The taller one was dark of hair with orange-yellow eyes, wearing a white coat with numerous pocket and an asymmetrical pattern on the sleeves. He kept his right hand casually tucked into a pocket on his grey pants. The shorter was, if possible, even stranger. They were young and of indeterminable gender with red-tipped blue hair. It was hard to tell if it was dyed like that or natural. Oddly, their eyes would occasionally change color, from red to blue and back again. They wore a large, brown, hooded cloak that was much too big and obscured the rest of them.
The taller one peered inside
”See? This is the place. I told you so.” He joked to his companion.
The shorter one’s red eyes flashed. ”Of course it is! There is a great big fricken’ sign outside!” She shouted at him. Her tone was full of hot and fiery passion. But then their eyes changed to blue and a very different voice came from the same mouth. ”Sis, he’s being sarcastic.” A cool voice said with a roll of their blue eyes.
”Oh so you’ll take his side.” Claire shouted at Colt.
”Do not start you two.” Ferrin broke in, exasperated. ”Or rather, do not pick up where you left off.”
Ahead of his companion, Ferrin stepped inside. As he crossed the threshold, he was struck by a strange feeling that was somewhere between deja vu and vertigo that brought him up short.
It was strange. It reminded him so much of home. Oh the faces were different, the building was different, the voices he didn't recognize, the aether here was unfamiliar but yet…
The feel was definitely the same. This guild carried the same spirit.
Ferrin closed his eyes and composed himself. Breaking into tears would not be a good first impression. He was here on business. That was all.
”Hey, you gonna move your ass or stand there all day?” That irritating voice broke through Ferrin’s revere. He turned his head and eyed her with his best my-patience-is running-thin look.
She shrugged, the easy motion carried all the disdain she could possibly give.
Ferrin gave up and decided to look for someone in charge. As he did, he mentally reviewed what information he had found about Phoenix Wing. The guild master’s name was Jamie Beltras, but he had no idea what he or she looked like. The name sounded feminine to him, so if he had to guess he was looking for a woman. The guild itself was widely considered one of the largest and most powerful, and its ranks were swelling daily. They had apparently had a major clash with the magic council, according to that Lizard-man, and they had played no small role in some very strange events. For some reason, specific details were hard to come by. Besides that, something that concerned Ferrin personally was the man who called himself “Time Lord” or Patrick who was affiliated with the guild. Ferrin resolved to corner him next time he saw the man and get some answers out of him.
Other members he knew of from listening to people and asking questions. Some of them had built quite a reputation. There was a guy who was considered the second in command of the guild, but Ferrin couldn't remember his name. J...something. It was similar to Jamie. He met the dragon-girl Mith...something during the chaos that was the Grand Magic Games. He was slightly hoping he could catch up with her, if only to make sure she was all right. He also vaguely remembered a few other notable members he heard of during the Games. There was a Phoenix Slayer, some guy who was scared to death of women, a mage with magic Blades, an energy mage, an Ice Dragon Slayer, several generic swordsmen, and more that escaped him at the moment.
Ferrin surveyed the room, unsure of himself, so he just stood there, head up, smile on, looking important. Like he had a reason to be there. By now, he was starting to draw some attention from the members, faces turned to the tall stranger in white, some welcoming, some suspicious, some indifferent, some interested.
He met their gazes with a sardonic, knowing smile. Sooner or later someone would come up to him and ask who he was and what he was doing here.
Jarvis was busy making sure most of the members weren’t getting too rowdy, always a difficult task, but one he happily undertook. It was also a task making sure that Sam didn’t get into trouble, the girl always seemed to find it, even when they were sitting down to a meal. In many ways, she was the same girl that they had lost, but in many more, she was completely different. He had come to be thankful that they had her back. So she seemed a little strange at times. They all did. She still had that smile, and cheeky attitude that made him smile.
He glanced around the guild, but all seemed as it normally was, and he turned his attention as the guild hall doors opened, frowning slightly. Approaching Ferrin, Jarvis knew he didn’t have to do much to appear intimidating. His very appearance was intimidating, but he kept his voice light as he asked ”Did you need something?”
Ferrin remained irritatingly un-intimidated. ”Yes, I did.” He said, with his most cheerful grin. ”I needed a pebble of no particular color, a pair of backward gloves, and three left socks however for now, I will settle for a meeting with your guild master.”
”The road outside is cobblestone, go find a pebble, you can put your gloves on the wrong hand, and there’s always socks laying about everywhere, have fun trying to find them. As for a meeting with our master, which one? There’s two of them” Jarvis said, all in a rather serious tone, ”My wife is currently busy, so you can deal with me, if you’d like”
Two huh. His wife, so that means I’m dealing with...
Ferrin snorted quietly in laugher, shaking his head. He quashed the reply that came to mind and let the joke drop for now. Ordinarily he would stretch it out until it was long past funny, but he was here for a reason.
Under his foolish, grinning mask, he considered possibilities and how best to approach this and whether or not he would tell this man. He had originally planned on only telling Jamie, but if they were both guild master…
But why bother? He thought. I have no particular reason to keep it a secret.
But a part of him resisted.
”Take me to her anyway, and let her decide. Any explanation can wait till then, as I’ll only explain it once. However, what I have to say might interest her, and you, a great deal.” Ferrin told him, cryptically. ”But first!” He exclaimed abruptly. ”The more immediate nature of this little visit.” He turned and waved over the Twin who had been hesitating in the doorway. They shuffled over warily.
Ferrin hid a smile, remembering how he was his first time. ”These two, and yes, I said two, ask them about it, it's not my story to tell, and I are looking your little guild here.” One of the Twin, Colt probably, mumbled an affirmative.
Jarvis sighed, and shook his head, “I would rather not disturb her, so if you wouldn’t mind, I am just as capable as my wife.” He said, weary, watching as the man retrieved his companion, revealing them to be twins. “I think I can grasp what you mean, when you say they are twins. I’m well aware how someone can be more than one person. Like I said earlier, I am more than happy to bring you into the guild. I just need to know where you’d like the marks and what colours”
Ferrin frowned. He won't budge. Damn. He thought. But, I can understand not wanting to anger the wife. Happy wife, happy life. The thought made him sad but he shook it off. I’ll see her again. I know it.
To cover the slight pause, Ferrin burst out laughing. ”That is it? That is all? You will give membership to anyone who just waltzes through the door, no test, no letters of recommendation or anything? Stars and stones, that is rather trusting of you. I could be a psychopath, or not even a wizard and you will just accept me on my word?” A fresh round of laughter bubbled up.
Jarvis chuckled, and shook his head “You aren't a psychopath. I've seen psychopaths before, known one or two. You aren't one, and in any case, I know my members. If you did anything that was wrong, you'd find yourself surrounded by, oh, twenty or thirty of them ready to kick your asses,” Jarvis said, rather proudly, “as for maybe not being a wizard, does that really matter? There's been enough segregation between mages and non mages, why can we not mix?” He shrugged, “So, where did you want the mark and what colour?”
Ferrin considered this. ”Fair enough.” He agreed, his respect for Jarvis increasing. ”But no, I’m not a psychopath, I’m a high-functioning sociopath.” He quipped with a grin.
Colt, previously quiet, snorted at this.
Ferrin eyed them. ”I take special cases too. Some more special than others.” He said, loftily, before turning his attention back to Jarvis. ”Now then where to put it…”
After a moment’s hesitation that was more for show than anything else, he pulled his mechanical right hand out of the pocket it had been resting in, and carefully tugged off the glove in his left hand. There was an ugly hook-shaped scar that ran along the back of his hand disappearing up his sleeve, and a gold band wrapped around his ring finger.
He peered at the scar in mild surprise. ”I don't remember that one.” He muttered. ”No, that will not do.” He held the glove between his teeth as he twisted one arm out of his parka, revealing his shoulder, bicep and forearm. ”I will run out of skin space at this rate.”
Another wisecrack.
The Twin peered at him curiously.
”Here, in silver.” Ferrin indicated, holding his forearm perpendicular to the ground, pointing at a clear spot about halfway between his elbow and wrist, tapping with one long, metal finger.
I hope I am wrong about this. Ferrin thought. It would complicate matters to an inconvenient degree.
Jarvis waited patiently, watching Ferrin and nodding as he indicted where he wanted it, grabbing the marker and pressing it to his skin, in the place he was told, ”There” He said, stepping back.
The silver Wing, imprinted on his arm, seemed to glow for a moment, before fading. Ferrin watched it, cautiously.
Nothing happened.
He relaxed. Maybe he had just been overthinking things.
Suddenly, he was hit by a wave a nausea and felt a brief burning sensation on his neck. He winced and put his hand to it. Right before their eyes, the mark on his arm shimmered like a mirage and vanished, leaving nothing behind.
There was a moment of silence between the four.
”Dammit,” Ferrin sighed to no one in particular. ”Now I actually have to explain.”
”Yes. Yes you do” Jarvis said, crossing his arms and staring at Ferrin.
Ferrin was silent for a moment as he slipped his arm back into his coat and tugged on his glove.”Not here.” Ferrin said, eventually, casting a glance at the loud crowd of guild members. ”Lead me somewhere private. We can speak then.”
Jarvis sighed softly, and turned to walk towards Jamie’s office, briefly knocking on the door but knowing even that wouldn't disturb Jamie if she was fully absorbed in something, opening the door and walking over to her, laying a hand on her shoulder, ”A potential member who doesn't seem to take to the guild mark”
Ferrin made a face at the man’s retreating back. ”Not the most talkative fellow, are ya?” He muttered as he moved forward to follow him.
The Twin glaced at Ferrin, hesitantly, unsure of they should follow him. Ferrin gave them a full shrug and inflicted his head after Jarvis. Nodding, they followed after Ferrin, who followed Jarvis, to an office, he assumed belonged to Guild Master Jamie herself.
Ferrin knew precious little about the guild master. In fact, his little conversation with Jarvis nearly doubled what he knew. Thanks to him, he found out that Jamie was a female, and Jarvis’ wife. Before, all he knew that she was a stern master, and she had a love for bathing suits. Nobody on the street could tell him much more, which was profoundly irritating. The rest was just unfounded rumours that she was a dragon, or a demon, or a wise sage of unimaginable power; peasants loved that sort of thing.
They slipped inside the room and Ferrin very pointedly shut the door, he would have added a spell to muffle noise but he wasn't sure how his hosts would react. The twin quiety stood in the back of the room, while Ferrin boldly squared himself up before the guild masters. He was silent for a long moment as he examined them both, and considered how best to say what he had to say.
Jamie was a fairly attractive woman, she had long, blond, curly hair, over piercing green eyes, with sun-kissed dark skin giving a contrast to her light hair. Ferrin also noted the guildmark on her hand in red. He couldn't be sure, as she was sitting down, but he estimated her to be nearly as tall as he was.
He let the silence grow.
Needing no promoting, he spoke. Carefully and slowly, with somber tones completely unlike his jocular manner before.
”Introductions first then. I know who you two are; guildmasters Jarvis and Jamie of Phoenix Wing. The one, or two, in the back are Colt and his sister Claire. Their story is a complicated one, but not the one to tell now. For now, it's my story.”
He gave them a sly grin, and spread his hands, one flesh, the other metal.
”Who then, am I? Where did I come from? Where will I go? I’m a wizard, first and foremost. A seeker of knowledge and practitioner of magic. I wish to join your guild here for reasons that are my own, but if you must know, I seek a man who calls himself Time Lord. I believe you know him.” Ferrin paused. ”But that is not the purpose for this meeting is it? No, you are probably wondering why the Guild Mark didn't take when you applied it.
The truth is, I already have one.”
Ferrin slowly pulled his spell-lined parka off fully, revealing his sleeveless vest he wore beneath it. As he did, he turned around, watching them out of the corner of his orange eyes.
There, on his right shoulder, between his metal arm and his clothes was a legendary silver mark.
The mark of Fairy Tail.
”I am Magus Ferrinas Astra, of Fairy Tail.”
In the back of Ferrin’s mind, that Voice spoke. Now you claim birthright? Tace larua! Ferrin harshly admonished it.
”Interesting. Tell me, how did you manage to get a guild mark of a guild that has been dead for 100 years?” Jamie asked, leaning forward slightly, ”We have searched high and low for any sign the guild survived what happened” she said, watching Ferrin closerly, ”We of course know of some members in various guilds, including our own, whose blood line can be traced back to Fairy Tail Members, but none who claim to be members. So tell me, are you 100 plus years old, or is there another story here?” she asked, leaning back in her chair.
She paused a moment.
”As for the man you call Time Lord, well, yes, we do have a passing acquaintance, given the relationship one of my members has with him. In fact, I do believe he is nearby. Are you looking to travel through time, Mr. Astra?”
Ferrin smirked, flipping his coat back on with easy grace. He shot Jarvis a brief, smug, I-told-you-so look, before returning his gaze to Jamie. ”That would be quite telling Mrs. Beltras.” He said, drawing out the s sounds in Missus. No trace of his earlier serious manner could be found. ”By and by, just ‘Ferrin’ is fine. ‘Mister’ is far to formal for my tastes, and ‘Magus’... He made a face. ”...it's less a name then a title. But I digress. I will not tell why I seek this man, but I will divulge how I came to this ‘now’, as it is quite the interesting tale...” He reached into a pocket and drew out a very curious object, out of a pocket that seemed a little small to hold an object that size without a bulge. It was quite large, about the size of a grown man’s fist and it resembled a lacrima, but it was more like a raw gem then the polished and cut product that are seen day to day. It gave off a faintly glowing mist and to those with magic sense, it radiated faint magic. An undiscerning eye would dismiss it as nothing more than a trifle. Ferrin set it on Jamie’s desk for her to examine.
”This bauble is the cause of my current time. From what I can tell, I am from far further back than a mere century. No, try two centuries. Back then, the name Fairy Tail was just one of many. No fame no honor no legend, just one more new guild rising. I joined a little after it had begun to gather fame. I knew guild master Mavis Vermillion personally, and I took part in the Second Trade War. About six years afterward is where this lacrima comes in. It was a routine job. A little suspicious, now that I think back on it, but it was very good money at a time when I was desperately in need of some. It involved investigating some ruins, and retrieving an object that legend said was inside. The petitioner what the dodgy sort, I am sure you have met the kind. Beyond that, it seemed was nothing amiss. The ruins did turn out to be a tomb, and while grave robbing is not exactly my idea of a good time, I had taken the job and was determined to see it through. To be brief, it was quite the ordeal. Traps, mazes, undead, insects and lots of darkness, all guarding treasures of every description. But in a secret inner room, behind a rather clever hidden door, and guarded by more powerful undead was a door, bearing a striking inscription:
’You who have braved the depths of darkness to read these words
Be you a thief, I invite you look elsewhere. Greed will not be sated here.
Be you an adventurer, I beg you to not go forth. Curiosity will not be sated here.
Be you a scholar, enter not. Knowledge will not be sated here.
Yet you who still are drawn to the Door of Time, heed my words. Bold soul, should you value anything in this life, turn back. For what lies beyond is is naught but pain and grief.
What is lain here is not meant to be held by mankind. As I am laid to rest, I pray it too rests here undisturbed, until the end of time.
Faram
Ferrin paused for a moment. ”What a dire warning. What do you suppose I did after I read it?” He laughed. ”I broke the magic seal on the door and entered. Inside I found an extremely powerful guardian that I can not begin to describe to you. It was big. It was ugly. And it was strong. But with some luck and no little skill, I felled the thing. And all it was guarding was a pedestal. And on the pedestal was that.” Ferrin gestured to the lacrima. ”By its description, I knew this was what I had been sent for.” He sighed. ”Perhaps if I had been a little more careful… after all I had been through, I was exhausted and had grown overconfident. I walked right up and laid my hand upon the thing.
Next thing I knew, I woke up on a grassy knoll somewhere, lacrima in hand and no idea who I was.
I got better.
I assume there was one final trap upon the lacrima that froze any would be thief in time. I suspect it was meant to be permanent. But I broke free.” Sort of. Ferrin thought. ”Let them wonder what I am capable of.
”That is how I came to be here, in this time. Quite fascinating, really, this time. Surprisingly little has changed. My current concerns are rather simple; I need income and a place to stay as I plan my next move. In short, I need a wizard’s guild, as magic is…” He trailed off, looking distant. He snapped back. ”...my best currently available marketable skill.” He finished.
As Jamie listened to Ferrin’s tale, Jarvis leaned over and scooped the lacrima into his hand, examining it, using his own magic to do so, but whether time had taken what information he could gather from it, or it was simply beyond his strength, Jarvis couldn’t tell. All that was clear was that it wasn’t something he could replicate- whether it was simply because he didn’t possess the right magic, or something else, he knew that this was perhaps one of a kind.
Frowning, he rolled it in his hands a moment, before returning it to the desk, as silence fell.
Jamie took a moment or two to think over what Ferrin had said before she said ”So you seek a way back to your time? I’m sorry to say, but I do not think that is possible. The sheer force of magic and skill that would be required would be something that, I doubt, is possible anymore” she picked up the lacrima, but really couldn’t get anything from it, and put it down after a few seconds.
”As for joining the guild, well, sad to say you might have to go the more… painful option of having a guild mark” she said, ”The more mundane way”
Ferrin’s expression turned stony. ”Let us say I will be keeping my options open.” Then he smiled briefly. ”After all, I am familiar with doing the impossible.
The guild mark. Are you talking about branding?” He asked carefully.
Jamie chuckled, and shook her head, ”No, we are not barbarians. Non-mages have their own forms of marking themselves, called Tattooing”
Ferrin relaxed a bit. ”Ah, I have heard of Tattooing, but the specifics are outside my area of expertise.” He nodded once. ”I can take pain. Let's go.”
Jamie smiled, satisfied. Taking out a piece of paper with the guild mark on it, and handing it to Ferrin, before rising. ”Very well, this way then” she said, leading Ferrin out the guild, and smiling back at Jarvis, knowing he could handle the guild, and starting off to a tattoo parlor.
As they left, the Twin, who had been unusually quiet all this time, nervously approached Jarvis and got a guild mark of their own, half red, half blue.
An hour later, Jamie and Ferrin returned to the guild, Ferrin with the guild mark finally tattooed on his arm in silver ink, of course. It wasn't even all that painful, although the artist assured Ferrin that it was because of the placement of the tattoo.
Ferrin, right away strode to the job board, ripped the highest paying job off, and brought it to Jamie to be approved.
”You don’t waste time, do you?” Jamie said amused.
Ferrin shrugged.
”Very well then. Here, a communication Lacrima, and a teleportation lacrima, should you get in trouble” she said, handing both the small lacrimas to Ferrin, ”Good luck
”Save the luck for those who will need it.” Ferrin said with a devil-may-care grin.
It struck Ferrin, as he was headed out, how fast everything had moved. Less than a month earlier, it had been two hundred years ago. ”And how often can you say that with a straight face?” He said aloud to no one in particular. Some of the people passing by on the street gave him funny looks.
I will find a way. He resolved. This world is vast and mysterious. Somehow, some way. I will see you again, dear Asheila.
@Lmpkio
She and Ferrin can go together then (he is joining PW)
Ferrin may gripe and moan a bit, but he will come around ;)
She and Ferrin can go together then (he is joining PW)
Ferrin may gripe and moan a bit, but he will come around ;)
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Hi again, while we speak about the project in our PM, I was wondering. Do you think Marlene would be interested in @t2wave's job?
@Crimson Raven
How goes that Undertale with Sans? Also how did a update ruin your status?
Its reset somehow.
It recently went to vs1.2 and for some reason, it completely wiped all progress. Even the name was reset.
I'm trying to decide if I'm heartless or masochistic enough to try again
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Reread through Ferrin's CS. Oralie would proceed him by about 400 years based on when Fairy Tail was founded.
Yep. Like I said, its going to be interesting.
Nice sig, by the way. I love that song.
@Crimson Raven Which, I'll be around all day, so lets try and get as much done as possible.
The only thing is, I'm not refreshing the guild much cause i'm doing so much. I'll try and check it every half an hour, though!
Working on it, requires some brainstorming
I am happy.
It seems like we are getting going again.
Also, @t2wave I'd like to sic Ferrin on that job, as soon as Caits and I finish our awesome collab.
Oh yes, this is going to be fun
It seems like we are getting going again.
Also, @t2wave I'd like to sic Ferrin on that job, as soon as Caits and I finish our awesome collab.
Oh yes, this is going to be fun
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