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Celestial Bonds - A Fantasy Pair RP

@dreamingflowers@VarionusNW

That's a shame.

Celestial Bonds - A Fantasy Pair RP

Might be a Discord conversation before I can pick our a character.

Thankfully I have a mage character and knight character. Fate and partner will decide ^^. Happy to PM someone to start character planning.

Celestial Bonds - A Fantasy Pair RP

Ill join in this.

The Rise of Azure [18+]

Location: Kina City, Dark District
Interactions: IO@ERode

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And Marius almost immediately started seeing a bunch of strange things about this... well...

He immediately backed up when he suddenly got the overwhelming sense of the uncanny about this one. Maybe it was the blank expression. Maybe it the fact that they had no pupils. Maybe it was the way their skin seemed to absorb the blood, the glass, the alcohol in a way akin to osmosis, maybe it was the way it spoke in a few dozen violence to make one word. Whatever it was Marius made a face that was a mixture of abject fear, surprise, and utter fascination. "What the?"

Now, Marius knew automatons. Knew golems. Some of them were incredibly intricate pieces of technology. Magnificently sculpted to become a simulacrum of life akin to a person, save marred by time and cast of metal, marble, or reinforced crystal. These however barely had little more function then merely being an oriental piece. A piece of prestige to showcase. The automaton of copper, jade, mythril, steam, clockwork mechanisms, belts, gears, and orichalcum were less refined but much more common. Some of the war machines were truly siege monsters. Some of the construction golems could replace entire work teams, with a hundred other smaller refined models in between. Marius had a few such creations in his care. While having more functions, they were obviously manufactured. The product of an industrial, if primitive age as compared to the true marvels of the ancient world.

This kid... this thing had all the makings of something synthetic, like a proper robot.

Marius immediately ran after him getting in front. "Hold on a second!" Pox trying to get the new being to stop so he could get the faintest glimpse of an answer to the ten thousand questions. "You're not human are you?" He asked. "And I know that sounds very rude but you don't have any pupils. Thats usually a give away of not human status." If IO didn't stop, Marius would follow close behind even walking backward if he had too. "If you're some kind of undead, or fey, or magical creature, its okay, you can tell me. I know there's a 'war'-" he air quoted. "Going on but trust me, not all of us are war mongering thugs. In fact, I would consider it a great honor if you were to come with me to the- Oww." Having found something Marius did not fully understand, he was absolutely desperate to study her/him and back in the Light District would give him access to his tools and lab. However some one else had another idea.

The bird had been flying behind him and he back pedaled right into it causing the bird to wobble and then re steady itself. The bird fulfilled its duty, a little copper cylinder popping out of its back. Marius cursed. "What the heck, I've just encountered the greatest find in-" This has been happening more and more often, he had the reputation of moving around alot, and so, all manner of departments used him for various tasks. He tried to read the scroll as he kept up with IO. "Diplomat? Negotiate? Are the battles starting again?" He asked aloud, his eyes scanning towards the core of the city and the plateaus of the richer district above.

He'd then address IO again, trying to get in front of him. "Please, can I get your name and what you are? I've never seen something like you before. It would really make my day." He tried to be pleasant and polite but this was an unusually busy day.

The Lost | Last Station

Jones

Name | Richard Jones

Age | 20

Major | Computer Sciences

Origin | America

Hobbies |

• Music
• Movies
• Computer Tinkering
• Parkour

Personality |

• + Friendly
• + Brave
• + Ambitious
• - Competitive

History |
Story's pretty typical.

Grew up in Brooklyn, had a life, not too easy, not too hard. He made his friends, got involved in physical stuff, basketball, amatuer parkour, geocaching and was lucky enough to stay away from the heavy and dark stuff that other kids had to deal with. Thankfully his parents, his little brother, they all kept him on the straight and narrow. He pretty much did everything he was supposed to do. Even decided to get into computers. Not exactly his passion but he understood them well enough and he was told pretty quick that if you know computers, you're practically guaranteed a job when you graduate. He even managed to get himself a scholarship by playing basket ball. Things always seemed to go his way.

And yet, it wasn't enough.

Maybe his mid life crisis hit a little early. He wanted to kind of get away from it all, do something challenging, take him away from his comfort zone and his little life of middle of the road. He applied to international schools, figuring that going to a different part of the world would help break his mold a little bit. See if he can find himself, see what he really wanted. His scholarship really helped with his acceptance, and a couple courses of Rosetta Stone later, he found himself at KIU. Culture shock was an understatement. He essentially had to start his life over. Fair enough. If he could make it here, he could make it anywhere.

The Lost | Last Station

Jones

Name | Richard Jones

Age | 20

Major | Computer Sciences

Origin | America

Hobbies |

• Music
• Movies
• Computer Tinkering
• Parkour

Personality |

• + Friendly
• + Brave
• + Ambitious
• - Competitive

History |
Story's pretty typical.

Grew up in Brooklyn, had a life, not too easy, not too hard. He made his friends, got involved in physical stuff, basketball, amatuer parkour, geocaching and was lucky enough to stay away from the heavy and dark stuff that other kids had to deal with. Thankfully his parents, his little brother, they all kept him on the straight and narrow. He pretty much did everything he was supposed to do. Even decided to get into computers. Not exactly his passion but he understood them well enough and he was told pretty quick that if you know computers, you're practically guaranteed a job when you graduate. He even managed to get himself a scholarship by playing basket ball. Things always seemed to go his way.

And yet, it wasn't enough.

Maybe his mid life crisis hit a little early. He wanted to kind of get away from it all, do something challenging, take him away from his comfort zone and his little life of middle of the road. He applied to international schools, figuring that going to a different part of the world would help break his mold a little bit. See if he can find himself, see what he really wanted. His scholarship really helped with his acceptance, and a couple courses of Rosetta Stone later, he found himself at KIU. Culture shock was an understatement. He essentially had to start his life over. Fair enough. If he could make it here, he could make it anywhere.

Arkus Academy

Going to have to back out. Too many commitments.

Arkus Academy

@Lord of Evil

Curses, debuffs, spells that follow a demonic theme.

The Rise of Azure [18+]

Location: Kina City, Dark District
Interactions: IO@ERode

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Liberated artifacts from Ghaba Madina. Liberated my foot.

Artificer Marius Hierophox had been standing over the subdued bodies of a couple of thugs. The Kina City Ministry of Order very rarely goes into the Dark District to deal with petty crime, but when the words 'artifact smuggling' and 'magic weapons in the hands of civilians' come up, its a big deal. A very big deal. A deal big enough that even the nobles of the Light District might have to sweat under the order of a judge if they dared buy, or gods save them, sell such contraband. This gang of miscreants were using their 'weapons' to essentially form a protection racket through the entire district. Apparently their weapons didn't help when a platoon of City Watchmen stormed their warehouse. Thats where Artificer 'Pox' came in. In order to access the dangerous technology they've uncovered.

Criminals with artifacts. Order was hard enough as it was with all the beastman propaganda getting everyone in a stink so that unfair policies could be implemented. There's a food riot, blame the beastmen. Taxes are up cause of those damn beastmen. It was ridiculous. It didnt even make any sense, but they were an easy scape goat. Easy enough that people in the city could treat each other like dirt to vent their frustrations. Gods, there hasnt been an engagement in years, were they even at war anymore?

Holding a Crystal Bracer in his hands, he adjusted his glasses, the spell within them assessing and appraising the device until he came to a rather surprising conclusion. "Its fake."

The boss, a huge guy chained up thanks to a restrainer golem keeping him tight. "W-wha?"

"I mean it didn't work during the attack right?"

The boss seemed both pissed and completely dumbfounded. "But I-I saw it. I used it my-"

"Oh, you probably did use a real one, but then you got a crate of fakes. Guess your seller also told you it had had limited uses so you never actually would use if you didn't have to. Frankly its not a bad idea. Someone brandishing one of these would probably make a lot of people think twice about resisting. And you were just using it to bully people into giving you money. We've seen this kind of thing before. Its not that uncommon."

The boss seemed bristled. "You're lying... he would never-!"

"No I'll show you." He put his teeth on one of the jagged edges and actually bit the supposedly indestructible crystal right off. He chewed it. "MMm... sugar crystals. Sorry, you got conned."

The boss' whole world seemed to be crashing down. "W-why, how could he-?"

Pox smiled down at him casually. "Real question you should be asking. Why are you still protecting him?" That is when the boss gave up. He'd tell the city watch everything...

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Pox was outside the warehouse on a pretty crummy street, the watch keeping the crowds from hanging out too long, keep things moving so there wasn't a riot all of a sudden from some frustrated people. Without the protection racket, it should ease some of the burdens here. Maybe people can find work... maybe. Sadly this was a story all too common, and the watch didnt look here more then they should. Pox was proud of his work, but also dejected. So much suffering and he was stuck at the top of it. Maybe someday... a few of his projects protected, maybe he could help.

He heard a crash of a bottle, some shouting down an alleyway. He sighed. Another fight. He wasn't going to let another person get hurt, he'd seen enough suffering today. "Just going for a walk." He waved off to the other watchmen. They protested that it was dangerous. "I have my kit. There shouldn't be a problem."

He turned down the alley and saw a big muscled man yelling at a boy... a- a girl... a kid. What the heck, a father beating their kid. He saw the man raise his fist and Pox ran forward. "Hey! HEY! STOP!" A smack uttered through the alley followed by a wailing scream. The guy just struck that kid! He ran forward without thinking, his heart and concern reaching out for- "Hey kid you-- you're okay." Pox seemed confused for a split second. Not even a blemish as he looked over his/her almost porcelain face. It was an odd sense of jaded malaise he saw, almost inhuman.

Then the man roared with pain much to Pox's surprise. His hand looked bleeding, gnarled, he clutched it for dear as he howled. Pox turned his attention to him. "Sir? Sir? Are you okay!"

The man spat through rotten teeth. "Ya damn freaks! I'll teach you to mess with me!" Through the pain he swung back with his uninjured hand.

Pox raised his own hands ready to defend himself when, there was a spray of whitish smoke from under the Artificer's sleeve into the man's face. Some kind of concealed aerosol dispenser... or something. There was a quick ruffling of movement under the nobles uniform. At any rate, the man seemed to stop dead in his tracks, slump down on his knees and then flop onto the pavement. Pox face twisted into one of disappointment. "This day is just awful." He commented before leaning down and taking a bottle from a satchel at his side. The mans hurt knuckle would have this blue gel slathered across it, disinfecting and helping to properly dress the wound. It was all Pox could do right now. Hopefully the man would get proper treatment when he wakes, and sobers up. Gods what a stink.

Pox stood back up and addressed the child. He smiled. "Are you hurt?" He asked concerned. "That wasn't your father was it?" There may be a social services problem here.

Arkus Academy

@Lord of Evil

Great old oneesque demon

All tentacles all the time :3