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Felix stood on a separate tree from the tree Yuno was standing on. The tree Felix was standing on was close enough to Yuno to hold a conversation without yelling, and to make out fine details within each other’s appearance. The moonlight shining down upon them seemed to embolden Yuno’s appearance. The whitewash of the moonbeams made Yuno’s outfit and hair shine vibrantly in a bright, almost hard on the eyes, pure white.
"You seem to be mistaken on a few points. Although I wear these robes, I no longer serve the governing body that assigned them to me. You were right that I am a servant of the Lord, that likely will never change. But you were wrong on the last few points. I am not here concerning your mother, whomever she may be, nor am I here concerning your education. I know how this might sound, but I am here because I need your help, and the fate of the world might be at stake if I do not receive it." Felix leaned his back up against the tree. He tried to give a comforting smile which might have just come off as awkward, despite him attempting to be disarming.
“Four days ago, I was an Arch-Magi, the highest achievable rank within the Catholic Arcanocracy. I had been an Arch-Magi for about twelve years, and served the Arcanoncracy all my life, never completely wavering in my loyalty to the body I served. That was until around three months ago, a fellow Arch-Magi, Thadeus, of whom I had already had a suspicion of, suggested during a council summit that we focus our efforts on finding these nine artifacts of grand and dangerous power called Paragons. I had studied up on the Paragons a lot as a youth, and had read accounts of their devastating power, bringing nations to power, destroying civilizations… Needless to say, I voted against the motion, and so did the Papal-Magi at the time, denying the motion. That would have been the end of it, except then not long after the Papal-Magi died and was replaced with Thadues’s brother, Cornelius. Which leads me to about four days ago, there was another summit, and the motion for the Paragon effort was brought up once more by Thadues. This time, because of nepotism, Thadeus’s motion was passed, and made top priority.” Felix paused to collect his thoughts before continueing, “That night, I had what could only be described as a vision. I was shown many devastating events, all the possibilities of what would become of the Earth should any group get their hands on the Paragons. A voice told me that I needed to bring together a group of guardians in order to gather the Paragons before any other group does. When I awoke, I was writing names and locations down on this parchment.” Felix reached into his robes and procured the parchment list. Felix charged it with mana and levitated it over to Yuno, so she could inspect it. “As you could see, your name and a very specific location was written down. Whatever told me about the various disastrous conclusions the earth would come to, somehow also knew where you would be exactly when I decided to come and visit you. I don’t know how it works, but I would assume that I could visit any of these names at random in any order I want and they would all be at the location written down on that paper.”
“I don’t know why, but you are supposed to be a part of this team of guardians. So what do you say? Will you join us?” Felix asked.
"You seem to be mistaken on a few points. Although I wear these robes, I no longer serve the governing body that assigned them to me. You were right that I am a servant of the Lord, that likely will never change. But you were wrong on the last few points. I am not here concerning your mother, whomever she may be, nor am I here concerning your education. I know how this might sound, but I am here because I need your help, and the fate of the world might be at stake if I do not receive it." Felix leaned his back up against the tree. He tried to give a comforting smile which might have just come off as awkward, despite him attempting to be disarming.
“Four days ago, I was an Arch-Magi, the highest achievable rank within the Catholic Arcanocracy. I had been an Arch-Magi for about twelve years, and served the Arcanoncracy all my life, never completely wavering in my loyalty to the body I served. That was until around three months ago, a fellow Arch-Magi, Thadeus, of whom I had already had a suspicion of, suggested during a council summit that we focus our efforts on finding these nine artifacts of grand and dangerous power called Paragons. I had studied up on the Paragons a lot as a youth, and had read accounts of their devastating power, bringing nations to power, destroying civilizations… Needless to say, I voted against the motion, and so did the Papal-Magi at the time, denying the motion. That would have been the end of it, except then not long after the Papal-Magi died and was replaced with Thadues’s brother, Cornelius. Which leads me to about four days ago, there was another summit, and the motion for the Paragon effort was brought up once more by Thadues. This time, because of nepotism, Thadeus’s motion was passed, and made top priority.” Felix paused to collect his thoughts before continueing, “That night, I had what could only be described as a vision. I was shown many devastating events, all the possibilities of what would become of the Earth should any group get their hands on the Paragons. A voice told me that I needed to bring together a group of guardians in order to gather the Paragons before any other group does. When I awoke, I was writing names and locations down on this parchment.” Felix reached into his robes and procured the parchment list. Felix charged it with mana and levitated it over to Yuno, so she could inspect it. “As you could see, your name and a very specific location was written down. Whatever told me about the various disastrous conclusions the earth would come to, somehow also knew where you would be exactly when I decided to come and visit you. I don’t know how it works, but I would assume that I could visit any of these names at random in any order I want and they would all be at the location written down on that paper.”
“I don’t know why, but you are supposed to be a part of this team of guardians. So what do you say? Will you join us?” Felix asked.
@Username
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Thanks, I think I might have her get some skill in it if no one else has it for some useful tool, but she isn't noticing him right now. Another question though: Felix is easily identifiable as being apart of the church right? And he ISN'T in his armor right now right? About 70% done with the post just need that for when she starts talking to him more.
He is wearing catholic magi robes, yes. And yes, he is not in full armor. Only his feet were covered and that dissapated back to raw mana at the end if the post anyway.
yes everyone can use it to an extent. However, Felix always suppresses his mana signature when not in combat and only uses what he needs to for spells, never putting out more than the bare minimum of what the current task requires. So most of the time Felix is invisible to manalysis. Though with that said, if Yuno was particularly proficient in manalysis and was paying attention she could in theory have sensed the manaegis boots Felix was using to scale the trees.
I have been away from home all day, so I constructed my post in my iphone. I expect there are a myriad of clerical errors within my post which I will address when I get home.
"Thank you, Deston. Regardless of the reasoning behind your acceptance of my proposal, I am glad you are part of the team." Felix smiled.
Felix looked around and noticed all the homeless had finished pouring into the shelter. There was no one in sight besides Deston and himself. So quickly Felix drew a crucifix glyph creating a two-way spacial rift.
Felix retrieved the parchment from Deston, and glanced at the next name, Yuno Whitmore. The location was a bit different. It stated simply, "Societas Academia-top of redwood tree."
"So, I am running severely behind on my recruitment schedule. This rift will take you to my cabin in the redwoods. Feel free to make yourself at home. There are more than enough rooms to choose one for yourself. Nemo should be there. He's the previous enlistee that I recruited. Get acquainted with him, you'll be working together from now on." Felix examined the look of trepidation upon Deston's face and realized just what it was that he was asking. "Oh come on I am not leading you to a trap." Felix jumped in the portal leaving it open and jumped back through again. "See, it's fine. I have to go though so forgive me for not being able to be accommodating right now. I'll see you a bit later, hopefully with more recruits."
Felix left the rift open to the redwood cabin and opened a seperate one-way rift to the next location, Societas Academia. Felix understood he was showing off a bit here. Opening one rift and keeping it open for people to go through is one thing, but to open two at the same time, both different styles, and keep them open for long enough to allow a person to go through, thousands of miles away is another thing entirely. Felix had a large mana well, but that was not entirely required for this feet. The main thing required in order to keep multiple rifts open over large distances is a perfect grasp on the control of mana. Like a master artisan creating fine jewelry with deft hands. Only the jewelry was mana, and the hands were the depth of mana understanding.
@dndragons
With a wave farewell Felix stepped through his rift, the rift closing as he stepped through it. Stepping out of the rift, Felix was careful not to draw attention. Looking around he realized the day had bud its farewell and faded into night, taking the students with it. All was dead quiet, except for the cacophony of cries from the insects attempting to mate with one another. The consuming darkness was pierced by the multitude of dull glowing blue mana-crystals (tangible concentration of mana).
Felix didn't know where to start to look for the next enlistee, so he closed his eyes and concentrated on his manalysis. The grand formidible size of the redwoods couldn't be truly appreciated until their majesty were beholden in person. The 200+ foot trees were not only tall but proportionally wide as well. The circumference of these trees were so grand it would take ten men linking hands to hug their trunks. Because of the tallness of the trees, all the branches and leaves were only at the very top in order to properly photosynthesize. This leaves a large disparity between ground and the top of tge trees where only trunk was visible. In manalysis, the majesty was different, but still equally as grand. Felix could see the mana within the water lines being drawn from the ground through the roots, slowly working its way up to the top of the trees to work its way to each branch and individual leaves. All of this painted a bright blue tapestry of mana webs through the insight of a manalysist. As he felt around he spotted an abnormality, a large ice blue, almost white wave signature, atop one of the trees close to him.
Felix dropped his homeless illusion, reassuming his normal appearance. He then concentrated and willed a portion of his latent mana into a pair manaegis boots. He then leaped 50 feet in the air toward the trunk of a tree and plated his feet on the trunk horizontally and pushed off toward another tree. He repeated this process, crisscrossing between the trees untill he reached the branches. Then he pushed off each branch until he reached the top of the canopy. Once he reached the top he stood before a young woman with pure white hair, lying on her back, stargazing.
"How's Orion's Belt looking tonight, Yuno Whitmore?" Felix asked nonchalantly. His manaegis boots fading back into raw mana in a blue fiery spectacle.
Felix looked around and noticed all the homeless had finished pouring into the shelter. There was no one in sight besides Deston and himself. So quickly Felix drew a crucifix glyph creating a two-way spacial rift.
Felix retrieved the parchment from Deston, and glanced at the next name, Yuno Whitmore. The location was a bit different. It stated simply, "Societas Academia-top of redwood tree."
"So, I am running severely behind on my recruitment schedule. This rift will take you to my cabin in the redwoods. Feel free to make yourself at home. There are more than enough rooms to choose one for yourself. Nemo should be there. He's the previous enlistee that I recruited. Get acquainted with him, you'll be working together from now on." Felix examined the look of trepidation upon Deston's face and realized just what it was that he was asking. "Oh come on I am not leading you to a trap." Felix jumped in the portal leaving it open and jumped back through again. "See, it's fine. I have to go though so forgive me for not being able to be accommodating right now. I'll see you a bit later, hopefully with more recruits."
Felix left the rift open to the redwood cabin and opened a seperate one-way rift to the next location, Societas Academia. Felix understood he was showing off a bit here. Opening one rift and keeping it open for people to go through is one thing, but to open two at the same time, both different styles, and keep them open for long enough to allow a person to go through, thousands of miles away is another thing entirely. Felix had a large mana well, but that was not entirely required for this feet. The main thing required in order to keep multiple rifts open over large distances is a perfect grasp on the control of mana. Like a master artisan creating fine jewelry with deft hands. Only the jewelry was mana, and the hands were the depth of mana understanding.
@dndragons
With a wave farewell Felix stepped through his rift, the rift closing as he stepped through it. Stepping out of the rift, Felix was careful not to draw attention. Looking around he realized the day had bud its farewell and faded into night, taking the students with it. All was dead quiet, except for the cacophony of cries from the insects attempting to mate with one another. The consuming darkness was pierced by the multitude of dull glowing blue mana-crystals (tangible concentration of mana).
Felix didn't know where to start to look for the next enlistee, so he closed his eyes and concentrated on his manalysis. The grand formidible size of the redwoods couldn't be truly appreciated until their majesty were beholden in person. The 200+ foot trees were not only tall but proportionally wide as well. The circumference of these trees were so grand it would take ten men linking hands to hug their trunks. Because of the tallness of the trees, all the branches and leaves were only at the very top in order to properly photosynthesize. This leaves a large disparity between ground and the top of tge trees where only trunk was visible. In manalysis, the majesty was different, but still equally as grand. Felix could see the mana within the water lines being drawn from the ground through the roots, slowly working its way up to the top of the trees to work its way to each branch and individual leaves. All of this painted a bright blue tapestry of mana webs through the insight of a manalysist. As he felt around he spotted an abnormality, a large ice blue, almost white wave signature, atop one of the trees close to him.
Felix dropped his homeless illusion, reassuming his normal appearance. He then concentrated and willed a portion of his latent mana into a pair manaegis boots. He then leaped 50 feet in the air toward the trunk of a tree and plated his feet on the trunk horizontally and pushed off toward another tree. He repeated this process, crisscrossing between the trees untill he reached the branches. Then he pushed off each branch until he reached the top of the canopy. Once he reached the top he stood before a young woman with pure white hair, lying on her back, stargazing.
"How's Orion's Belt looking tonight, Yuno Whitmore?" Felix asked nonchalantly. His manaegis boots fading back into raw mana in a blue fiery spectacle.
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But- It's a common phrase. That surprises me... Or no one is as shameless as I when it comes to using quotes and puns for jokes.
True. You were the first one to make that reference, so perhaps you really are the only one shameless enough to make the joke.
Nope, that's the first time. Haha. Not very many people are versed enough in biblical readings (even a very popular one such as this) to even know what my name means let alone the scriptural narrative of it. Thank you for that, though. You gave me a good laugh.
@Skelace
Felix could definitely sense the tension and unease in this man's mana wave signature. But it didn't take a master of manalysis to discern the shiftiness of the man's discomfort. Even though Deston had been no doubt roughing it at the homeless shelter for weeks, Felix could tell he still took care of himself. His red hair was not matted or greasy like the other homeless that were slowly making their way into the entrance of two-story the brick building. His clothes seemed to be orderly as well. But was his appearance his true self? Reading Deston's mana-wave signature he noticed his aura to be a light smokey grey almost white color. This could mean many things, but one of the meanings is an adept at illusory magic. Even for a manalysis user, looking through illusions of a person you have never met is near impossible. The mana-waves undergo a shift when an illusion has been cast on the self. An illusion projected from one's self can be discerned to be an illusion simply because of the chain of mana waves linked from the illusion and the user of the illusion. But an illusion used on the self is only distinguishable if you have a good grip on the mana signature of the person who is using the illusion. Since Felix had never met Deston, he couldn't tell for sure one way or the other. But he was leaning towards the illusion explanation. Though there was no way to physically tell, and Felix had no evidence beyond the aura color which could mean a myriad of things.
"This is going to sound a bit... unorthodox. No pun intended." Felix cleared his throat, " around a few months back, during a council summit, an arch-magi by the name of Thadeus suggested efforts be focused on an endeavor. This endeavor involved making sure the Arcanocracy obtain nine artifacts of devastating power named the Paragons. Thadeus had said it to be solely for the purpose of assuring the position and the safety of the Arcanocracy as a world power. Many were opposed to this motion including me, and most namely the papal-magi. After the motion was rejected... I had thought that would have been the end of the discussion. I knew better than most people that this pandora's box known as the Paragons should not be opened. So I breathed a sigh of relief when the papal-magi rejected the motion. Unfortunately three weeks ago, the papal-magi died, and a new papal-magi was voted in. The unfortunate part sadly was not only the previous papal-magi perishing, but that Thadeus's brother Cornelius was voted in as the new papal-magi. I have no way to prove this, but rumor has it they are both of the Church of the First Company... Jesuits. Needless to say a few weeks later at the next summit, the motion to search for the paragons was brought up once more, only this time the motion was not only accepted, but made top priority. That night I had a fever dream that could only be explained as a vision. In this dream I was shown the many possible endings of this world should anyone get their hands on the paragons besides a group formed by me. I awoke to find me sitting at my writing desk pen in hand, and parchment in front of me. Upon the parchment was a series of names and locations written in my handwriting." Felix paused and reached in his illusory green wool coat pocket and produced the parchment, handing it to Deston. "As you can see, your name is written on the third line, with the address and name of the location you would be at written right next to it." Felix sighed.
"Now I can't force you to do anything. In fact, I have already been completely rejected by one of those names on there. But I have to try. I truly believe the future of our world is at stake if we do not assemble and stop the different forces attempting to gather the Paragons. So, will you come with me and help me save the world?" Felix finished and waited for a response.
Felix could definitely sense the tension and unease in this man's mana wave signature. But it didn't take a master of manalysis to discern the shiftiness of the man's discomfort. Even though Deston had been no doubt roughing it at the homeless shelter for weeks, Felix could tell he still took care of himself. His red hair was not matted or greasy like the other homeless that were slowly making their way into the entrance of two-story the brick building. His clothes seemed to be orderly as well. But was his appearance his true self? Reading Deston's mana-wave signature he noticed his aura to be a light smokey grey almost white color. This could mean many things, but one of the meanings is an adept at illusory magic. Even for a manalysis user, looking through illusions of a person you have never met is near impossible. The mana-waves undergo a shift when an illusion has been cast on the self. An illusion projected from one's self can be discerned to be an illusion simply because of the chain of mana waves linked from the illusion and the user of the illusion. But an illusion used on the self is only distinguishable if you have a good grip on the mana signature of the person who is using the illusion. Since Felix had never met Deston, he couldn't tell for sure one way or the other. But he was leaning towards the illusion explanation. Though there was no way to physically tell, and Felix had no evidence beyond the aura color which could mean a myriad of things.
"This is going to sound a bit... unorthodox. No pun intended." Felix cleared his throat, " around a few months back, during a council summit, an arch-magi by the name of Thadeus suggested efforts be focused on an endeavor. This endeavor involved making sure the Arcanocracy obtain nine artifacts of devastating power named the Paragons. Thadeus had said it to be solely for the purpose of assuring the position and the safety of the Arcanocracy as a world power. Many were opposed to this motion including me, and most namely the papal-magi. After the motion was rejected... I had thought that would have been the end of the discussion. I knew better than most people that this pandora's box known as the Paragons should not be opened. So I breathed a sigh of relief when the papal-magi rejected the motion. Unfortunately three weeks ago, the papal-magi died, and a new papal-magi was voted in. The unfortunate part sadly was not only the previous papal-magi perishing, but that Thadeus's brother Cornelius was voted in as the new papal-magi. I have no way to prove this, but rumor has it they are both of the Church of the First Company... Jesuits. Needless to say a few weeks later at the next summit, the motion to search for the paragons was brought up once more, only this time the motion was not only accepted, but made top priority. That night I had a fever dream that could only be explained as a vision. In this dream I was shown the many possible endings of this world should anyone get their hands on the paragons besides a group formed by me. I awoke to find me sitting at my writing desk pen in hand, and parchment in front of me. Upon the parchment was a series of names and locations written in my handwriting." Felix paused and reached in his illusory green wool coat pocket and produced the parchment, handing it to Deston. "As you can see, your name is written on the third line, with the address and name of the location you would be at written right next to it." Felix sighed.
"Now I can't force you to do anything. In fact, I have already been completely rejected by one of those names on there. But I have to try. I truly believe the future of our world is at stake if we do not assemble and stop the different forces attempting to gather the Paragons. So, will you come with me and help me save the world?" Felix finished and waited for a response.
Sorry I didn't post yesterday. Work wiped me out, and when I got back home at around 7, I thought, "I know, I'll just take a nap and recharge my batteries for a few hours." When I woke up it was 7 am. I will post today, as soon as I get back from work.
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