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"Zodo...my favorite."


The young man savored the sweet, gold-orange smoke that hugged his lungs for a brief moment. His eyelids gradually lowered to a rest, half down the white of his eye, which was now turning a reddish-pink. Between his thumb and index finger, now relaxing by the side of his frame, was a thick, rolled blunt, wrapped in some sort of mango paper. The paper was thick and sticky; it not only smelled, but also tasted like the islander's favorite fruit. Yet, the orange smoke that now circled his head was caused by the actual herb within the blunt. The dense, but bloomy Zodiac Lotus was a vibrant mix of crimson and orange bud. It stuck together with a crystalline dew, adding a golden shimmer to the herb. Its outward beauty was only but a testament to its appeal, especially to Xavian's people. Unlike the cannabinoid he was previously enjoying, this herb was known for its hard hitting, psychedelic elevation. Xavian held a blunt worthy of being called a cigar ~ one that was a third of the way finished, but had lasted for about four days already. The powerful nature of the Zodiac Lotus called for only about 2 - or for the more curious, 3 - long hits. 3 was the occasional dosage for Xavian. Or at least it was now, he decided, as he lifted the blunt to his lips. His mouth gently wrapped around the wrap and he drew in a gentle stream of air, smoothly guiding the thick, aromatic smoke into his inner airways. He felt the heat brush his throat, while the dew washed over it like a sweet honey.

Around him, the crowds had grown stronger. The numbers increased to the point in which the warehouse appeared packed. Xavian had slowly walked near to the center of one of the most frontal masses of people. There, he had found a little pocket of space, one which the surrounding people let him safely occupy due to his well-sized build. As the last cloud of smoke escaped his lips, he could sense his mood changing to one of blissful neutrality. He did indulge in a faint euphoria that tickled the back of his conscience. However, what was more important was the fact that he could feel, within him, a stirring energy. One, that like always, resonated, almost as if a part of something much greater. He usually could not feel this deep vibrato, except on select occasion while on the Zodo herb itself. Naturally, he wondered if it was a sound that he was deaf to by default, unlike the others around him, who clearly held some magical potential.

The herb's effects began settling in just as the crowd seemed to jump up in excitement at the speaker's words. He could feel strong forces pulling him towards certain directions. He compared his physical presence to that of a magnet in a sea of distant magnets. However, what little "magnetic" force he did feel, he accredited to some innate, minimal life that did dwell within him. Of course, there was some depth to the manner in which this "energy" worked. He had no clue, but being an organic unit himself, he believed that it was not beyond his understanding. If one could feel it, one could question it.



Suddenly, his vision began shifting as the trip picked up the pace. He slowly returned his hand to a small tube strapped to his belt. He dropped the blunt into the tube and popped the slide cap back on. Around him, time seemed to slow as colors came to life, moving and dancing as if they had some sort of dimensional presence. Images blended together; at this point, Xavian conceded that his sense of sight was not the tool guiding his body through the crowd. No, he was relying on something else. It was an illusive synesthesia of complex nature: he acted, moved, and performed to every impulse with a unified sense. Gone was sight, smell, hearing, taste, and touch. It was replaced by an ancient instinct, one most likely established when life was simply a coincidence of matter. All he could sense was energy.

On the outside, he seemed fined. Maybe a little stoned, as his eyes were low and his movements relaxed and fluid. But no one could tell, that from within, he was experiencing a huge influx of energy every time the crowd cried out in unison, responding to whoever held the mic. He looked to the right, feeling the presence of some sort of otherworldy creature. It must have been a Lycenti. The energy was solid, unlike his. Yet the volume of energy was so great, he felt shaken by the thought of holding such power. Xavian relaxed a little, feeling he was having a power trip in which he desired to experience such high volumes of energy. Just as he began to shift his focus back onto the speaker, something struck the back of his calf at a high speed. He slowly looked down wards and noticed a strange rock situated between his shoes.

He picked up the rock and examined it, almost losing himself in the patterns on the object. He wasn't sure what it looked like, but he could feel that it was beautiful. Strong, too, possibly. "Dis feels... like tuition money, ya feel?" he chuckled as he spoke to himself in a raspy voice. He moved the rock over in his hand, feeling it out. He had realized that such an item was rather valuable. It had struck him during a moment in which the crowd stirred - a moment that seemed to continue now, as people bumped into Xavian.

Within the little rowdy spur, Xavi felt someone brush past his figure. In that moment, he had first assumed the rock was snatched from his hand. However, when the crowd relaxed and he still held it within his hand, he realized it was a little pulse given off by the rock."Oh my... de ting do magic, too!" he said with a tight smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

Still feeling influenced by the Zodiac Lotus, Xavian felt no need to stop and force himself to think of the best solution. It was just a rock, after all. Maybe it belonged to someone or maybe he was just too high and was admiring a basic stone. Whatever the case, he figured the best thing to do, in case it was someone's item, was to hold it up for them to notice it. From a distance, however, due to the fact that his whole hand covered the rather small rock, it would appear that he was raising his hand.

<Snipped quote by Sage>

Like, Ghostbusters secretary, or Maggie Gyllenhaal secretary? ;)


you know.
If there was an award for corny ass writing, you'd win it.


Oh look it's my secretary.

<Xavian Drake>


'me always wan fi pick de ganja...'

It didn't take long for Xavian to adjust to the mainland's tongue, but his mind's dialogue remained as tropical as the scent of his herbal remedy. The light green bud was decorated with fine orange hairs, shaped like the clouds of a busy sky. Gentle, yet firm hands transferred the kush to a metal grinder built along the side of a wooden box. After a few cranks, the marijuana was dispersed into a finely ground state. Xavian, who sat cross-legged on the floor of his studio apartment with nothing but loose harem pants to garb, promptly began rolling a decent-sized joint of the herb.

'a lil' some to ease the nerve... a lil' some to forget ya troubles... a lil' some to heighten the senses,' he thought, melodically singing the phrases in his mind. He then removed a thin, cylindrical lighter from behind his ear, lighting the joint and indulging in the first puff. He let out a gentle cough as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"Mmmm...." he hummed as his eyes fell low and the faintest smile kissed the corner of his lips. He knew better than to enjoy the luxury of intoxication when there was work to be done, but all he was looking forward to was an job interview. After all, he didn't arrive with infinite funds to fuel his lost endeavors. No, Xavian had a lot of work to do, and he was well aware of it.

He took a moment to collect his thoughts. For the longest time, they had been scattered due to the overwhelming discovery of Prae and Licentia beings. He felt more fascinated than anything, but their sentience rivaled that of humankind; for this reason, he was reluctant to approach or study them in the ways he wished. When he had first set foot in the city, he was welcomed by an angry mob of Licentia who seemed more uncomfortable than the newcomer. He did not know why, but he did know better than to meddle with the disrupted energies of those who had already settled within his new home. Curiosity pulled at his leg nonetheless.




'...jus' round that block over by de corner thea' he thought as he walked down a busy road near what appeared to be a merchant's district. He was elevated - a term he used to describe the high he felt off the marijuana herb he smoked on occasion - and did not care if those around him could tell. Xavian still held a firm composure, not disturbing the wave of traffic moving around him, but not being absorbed into the bustling crowd either. He didn't stop to think why the volume of civilians increased with each stride he took, not until he turned the corner and saw the gathering.

It was large and disruptive, and it was located right in the warehouse in which he had recently applied for employment. His senses returned to full function and he realized he probably stuck out like a sore thumb. He didn't resemble any of the civilians in physical appearance nor stature, as every man, woman, and... thing present stood with a sort of purpose.

'Dem the folk that don' wan the prae-mon? Hm... seem like a fair fight to me.'

He didn't sympathize with the Licentia, for he wasn't well aware of their predicament. But he did vibrate well with their cause; if someone had to voice out against oppression, it must mean oppression was present, especially if such a crowd had formed. Xavian, having lost his train of focus, scanned the crowd which now gained his undivided attention.

Within him, he could feel a warm energy, as if his inner aura was stirring at the commotion. He didn't think twice of it; he never did. It was a tease to give it any thought. He knew what magic was. But he also knew that it was a mistress that ever alluded his embrace.

"This seems... rowdy..." he said to himself. He had no intention of fueling or disrupting the movement, but did bask in the idea of spectating. He was no fool though, and had already acknowledged the thought of being associated with the mob regardless of whatever his true intentions are. Still, he had no fear, so he stood.

Five minutes into the scene, he decided to pull out the second joint he had rolled. With a flick of his lighter, he ignited the herb and took the first puff. 'Gon' have quite de story for pa when I ride back home...'
Xavian Drake


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~"Ya feel?"~


@Sage

Alright so abilities and whatnot are good and I think the character is well made, good job. Also nice to see some individuals of a different ethnic background (woot Jamaicans [*Has a half-Jamaican sister* :P])!

Anywho, one thing I'd like to mention. Since Xavian should be capable of fear, just perhaps he has not experienced it yet due to his lifestyle and perhaps him feeling like he's already dying slowly (due to Rose Mist).

So yeah, things like fearing the loss of friends (should he make some that aren't just acquaintances) and perhaps fear of pain/death and some other stuff may exist. It'd be something worth exploring I think. Hopefully I'm not intruding on your writing style and intentions by saying this, but I felt I should note that while he is not afraid of most things, that he may find himself fearing things in the future due to his limited experiences (Jamaica is a relatively small island in terms of the scope of the world and I don't think it's widely populated by Licentia or Prae so he would not have much exposure to them).

Anywho. Aside from that, he's totally accepted! :)


Good to know. I agree to him being capable of fear. He hasn't experienced it yet, but it would be quite a scene for him to encounter something that truly makes him feel afraid for the first time.
Alright, cool, just let me know.
Xavian Drake


Theme I | Theme II
~"Ya feel?"~


Got fired yesterday, so I'm using some of my new found free time to re-read this rp :P


Damnnnn haha, I re-read it recently and while I cringed at some of my corny ass writing, I enjoyed the story and characters a lot.
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