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⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

@CorrosiveCherry Acceptemundo. Celaira and Tuuj have already accepted you as well so you're all set. Welcome to MA proper! We hope you stay long and enjoy your stay~~

@Gardevoiran your CS mostly appears fine. There might be a few aspects that need to be expanded upon I think. However, that will have to wait because it is late and I am tired (plus work tomorrow). Might be a bit slow going on that. Hopefully not though!

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Heh. Thanks :)

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Nice post @Lugubrious! One problem though, you forgot to mention the giant Evelyn-crafted monstrosity that burst through the brick wall of the warehouse to enter the fray (which also roared in a fashion I believe).

Seen here.

Way of the Warrior

Maeiraltys; The Teryth Mountain Range;
Veinan - The Sentinel's Fortress

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Naudun Liaessar

On a small world revolving around a prismatic sun in a distant universe the planet Maeiraltys a man stood upon the the peak of a nearby mountain, his gaze upon the surrounding peaks--his back to the great fortress of Veinan. The place was his home, but as it did most, it had weathered him over the man years of his life, tempered him into what he now was. Having guarded it against trespassers for a very long time, not to mention studied within its halls, Naudun Liaessar found himself desiring something new. Though he was wary of such things, for his world was not a kind one, he could not help but have that itch in the back of his skull that told him to spread the Reza far and wide. Strangely, this desire was not something that he shared with his brother and sister Sentinels. However, it had been documented before, so he at least knew that this was not something to be worried about--though that did little to quell his wariness of the sensation.

Turning to look upon his home once more, he gazed at the great fortress and allowed himself a smile. It didn't last long as he was struck by a force. Staggering back a step he was instantly on guard, the Reza flared within his body, tiny prismatic sparks of flame emanating from his fingertips. Then came the message.

It was like he blacked out for a long moment to receive what his mind told him was some kind of invitation--though he had no idea how he would know such a thing. The message was some kind of call to arms it seemed; twas a contest of strength. Eyes narrowing faintly his stance relaxed marginally and the Reza calmed. The itch in his mind had intensified significantly despite the stable state of the Reza flowing through him. Frowning he reached out, having noticed a strange swirling schism in the air to his left. It felt off somehow. Briefly he hesitated to touch it, before doing so in earnest and vanishing. Who knows if he would ever see his world again.

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His body twisted and warped by the portal as he was flung unceremoniously through space-time, Naudun nonetheless managed to land on his feet when he was unceremoniously deposited in what appeared to be a strange room. The place was well lit, yet he saw nothing betraying the use of either magic or natural light of any kind. Eyes narrowed and stance low he glanced around. There appeared to be one person in the room with him. They were wearing strange exotic clothing that he had never seen the like of before.

Where in the eight hells was he?!

While he doubted he could trust anything anyone here said--what with their strange, alienness--he forced himself to relax somewhat and approach the individual. To the stranger--a receptionist, though he didn't know it--he said, “Where is this and who are you?” There was a tiredness in his voice and an edge that one might recognize as the tone of a warrior...of a survivor. It appeared that Naudun had gotten himself into something rather dangerous--and interesting--for once. He hoped that it would turn out in his favor.

At the very least he'd gotten the itching in his skull to disappear. Hopefully it wouldn't cost him dearly.

The Prophecy

Oh no, you're very correct. It's got magical energy, it's just not enchanted lol

The Prophecy

You know, there's a bit of irony to be had in the current scene with I'onriyi and Nimbus/Male'dai. That being that Unity Wind isn't _technically_ an enchanted item. It's more like a powerful magical conduit/amplifier/container with a complex structure. Pretty sure it is more durable than it ought to be so there are probably a number of fairly minor enchantments going on within it.

This is, in part a misstep on my part, but I'll just turn it around slightly so it makes sense. Still, just thought I'd share that since it gave me a chuckle.

The Prophecy

I'onriyi Stonehand

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At Nimbus' further explanation of the young arcanist's issue, I'on frowned, though he nodded his expression becoming more pensive as he did so. Sipping his tea from time to time, he took in the information laid out before him even as his gaze remained on the surface of the table between them.

She couldn't return to the spirit realm to replenish her reserves and stabilize her soul, because the act of attempting to do so could kill or trap her. It was a truly troubling dilemma. Though, perhaps there was some way he could help her. Either accessing energy from the spirit realm for the girl or maybe finding a way that his own soul could guide her there and back? It was possible, he supposed, but was it plausible—he wasn't sure. However, he was pulled from his thoughts as Nimbus relayed Male'dai's thoughts on alchemy and enchantment. Glancing up at her and raising a brow, seeming faintly displeased, he replied, "A mere pastime is it?" There was a faint edge in his voice, revealing that he had not taken kindly to the comment.

Rising from his seat, I'on set his cup down and left the room. "Come," he said, not waiting for her to follow.

Passing the foyer and entering a hallway, I'onriyi eventually came to a door, which he placed a hand on. He whispered a few words—too quiet to pick up—which were accompanied by a brief influx of energy. He then pushed the door open. When Nimbus passed the door she might notice that there was no handle. Entering the room that served as his workshop would reveal several long tables arranged along the walls, accompanied by a number of shelves, chests, and drawers. There was an archway that led to another, smaller, room that contained what appeared to be a forged—though it was inert. I'on looked the room over fondly a moment, knowing he would have to give it up for a time. After a moment he located his staff, which he retrieved where it sat on a wall-mounted rack.

He looked the item over, checking for any fractures in the crystal or faults in the metal before—with a nod—he turned to his guest and held it out.

"Would you call this something made purely as a pastime?"

If she didn't take it immediately, he would push it out again to emphasize his intention. Part of him knew that someone with such an attitude wasn't likely to understand the value—nor the quality—of his staff, but his pride and want to correct her misconception were stronger than that voice.

Of course, he realized that he was also being rather unfair given that Male'dai and Nimbus would likely want to stay in his good graces. This in mind—once she had taken the item to inspect—he would clarify, "Speak honestly, mind you. I may have my pride, but I happen to value the truth more than my feelings." Ironically, I'on had quite a few secrets that he would prefer never saw the light of day, despite their being the truth. Then again weren't there some things that people were just better off not knowing?

I'on's Staff: Brega Menrirl

Note: The staff does still have the 3 crystal prisons embedded in it.

One Piece: New Horizons!

Lilliana Merrycure & Bonesword

^{A Family Outing~}

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Having taken been somewhat busy on their way to the docks of Clocktown, Lilliana had managed to reconstruct her grappling hook, look after the various injuries of their crew--including the poor Kite, their newest member--and last, but not least, taking a nap. It was a good nap.
Rising as they made port, Lilliana stretched and then made her way up onto the deck where she gawked at the crazy clockwork Clocktown. It was faaaantastic, bringing a big ole grin to her lips. Glancing around in the interest of finding Bonesword, Lilliana decided that she’d be accompanying their first mate into town. It just wouldn’t do to leave him unsupervised.

Bonesword, after handing some money off to the various crew members so they could go and have some fun on their lonesomes, walked over to his mother and looked up at her through a covered face and body. He couldn’t give away what he looked like in towns or many people would panic, so he decided long ago that he’d wear more covering attire when he went into towns. Namely a large scarf around his face.

“Do you think Slick’s going to burn down a building this time?” the first mate asked the doctor, semi-jokingly.

Looking down at her sweet adopted baby boy, she smiled and patted him on the head. “Not if I have anything to say about it. Which I do,” she winked at him and then reached over her shoulder. B-MO responded by handing her...a piece of itself? It was a small glob of what appeared to be a liquid metal substance. She crouched down and gave Bonesword a conspiratorial grin.

“I’m gonna put this on Slick and tell him not to burn anything down. If he does this lil B-MO will make his life a liiittle bit harder. One sec,” she finished off, standing up and waltzing over to Slick. Deftly, she slipped the tiny metal blob--which was surprisingly light--into either a pocket or a bag that Slick was clearly going to bring. She then started walking away, calling back to him.

“Slick, make sure you be good. I better not hear about you stealing from someone in town or setting something on fire!” There was a chastising tone in her voice that also revealed a warning. That done she returned to Bonesword before glancing out at the docks and then the town once more. “Want to head to the library? They might have some information on new plants for you...and I’m curious if they have anything science related here.” She met his gaze.

”I think they will, mom. It is a library after all.” Bonesword responded.

”I hope you’re right, anyway. It’s been a while since I added to my notebook.” Bonesword pulled out the Botanical Chronicle and flipped to the last filled page of the notebook and finished sketching in the plant that he remembered was on the page as the two walked.

Keeping an eye out, as well as part of her attention on Bonesword, she guided him towards the library after getting some directions herself. They’d arrive soon and hopefully they’d find what they were looking for without trouble!

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Amon is accepted.

This Right Here? : Say Anything!

Mendax

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Name: Mendax. Weren't you listening?
Alias/Nicknames: Listen, young man/woman/child/other, you will call me by my name or not at all. Please call me...it gets lonely in my room sometimes. It gets lonely in Purgeryatory.

Gender: Old Man.
Age: Old.........Man?
Appearance: Mendax is, in his ever-present helm, about 7 feet tall. He weighs more than your standard SUV and has an unknown build. Lean? Frail? Skinny? Pale? Probably not hefty though, since his garb would show that much. From within his helm one can occasionally glimpse a pair of glowing white eyes. The same white as this text....

Abilities, Belongings and Skills: Mendax is, by his own admission, both incredibly powerful and ridiculously weak. He is physically frail to the point of absurdity, but has never been witnessed receiving any form of harm. He is, apparently, equal parts omnipresent and omniscient. He can either be in any number of places at the same time--or everywhere at once--or merely view reality from some remote location, which a layman might know as "The Room," an expert as "Purgeryatory," and a genius as "fucking-bullshit-land."

"The Room," is a place outside of time and space, that has its own temporal and spatial rules. Its exact nature is unknown, but Mendax is a prisoner of this realm despite his ability to seemingly leave whenever he wants. Trust me, it makes sense in context (maybe). For Mendax, and in the presence of Mendax, "The Room," takes on the below appearance:

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Though there is typically the addition of a desk and a comfy, but roughed up lazyman chair. Oh yeah and the fireplace is always lit AF.

Beyond this Mendax's possessions are largely unknown...except for his ubiquitous armor. Mendax's armor is INCREDIBLY magical in nature. In fact, it's so magical that it keeps him alive and totally invincible so long as the armor is never taken off completely. When partially taken off, Mendax can be harmed--allegedly--but will regenerate from any and all damage. Anyways, that's hardly important.

The most important thing to note is that Mendax is an old man, he's always around, he might be a little senile--and/or fucked in the head--and is all around a pretty odd individual. Oh yeah and no one has ever seen his face.

Other information: Mendax is a rather strange fellow. No one knows a whole lot about him, except that people can either always recall him being around, while simultaneously not really being aware of him in the present moment. It's almost like he retroactively inserts his existence into people's lives. Pretty weird right? Haha...hahaha _{^{god I'm so lonely}}