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 Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2025 3:57 pm
Quote: The Calling (10) : A beautiful melody drifts on the air from somewhere far away. The vocals are in a language you don't quite recognize, but feel somehow familiar to you. Something about the song calls to you, but no matter where you go, the song seems to sound the same distance away. The longer it goes on, the more emotional the song becomes--and the more emotional you become. Something about the song is possessive and consuming, like it's all you can think of. Something resonates in you as the song crescendos, and the feeling is at its strongest--be they good, bad, anything, but suddenly the song fades, and there's only an emptiness inside of you. The feeling of loss is strong, and can leave someone feeling emotionally numb. Someone out there was calling to you, and you couldn't find them. Groups of people and festival stalls made it easier for Okenite, giving him some way to hide and blend in while draining people. That nervous tension still followed him, though, ever since that senshi had shaken him and left him to be after. It wasn't something honorable, not that he really cared about that as much since it didn't directly effect his work, but he did worry about what his bird friend might think if they saw. Over the sound of the crowd and the various instruments being played, he heard something else that drew his attention and left the newest orb of energy fizzling away with the loss of his focus. Clenching his fist as he turned to follow it, he started to try doing calculations on how many more people he would need to drain and if he might make it through the night safely. As the crowds fell away and he drifted toward the edges of the festivities, where things were shuttered for the evening, that song was frustratingly still just as far away, and it nagged at him. Something that gnawed in the back of his mind and kept him from focusing on his work, he'd need to find out what it was before he could finish up, so he needed to be quick and return to the coverage of the crowd before some senshi showed up.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2025 8:25 am
It took Celadon some time to realize that she heard singing, though once she had become aware of it, its sharp sorrows dug their hooks into her immediately. Her best friend had been dead for some time now, her affairs put to rest as far as her family was concerned, but Celadon — Kaðlín — had yet to abandon the threads of her demise that she'd picked up from this war. When she first heard that voice, when she recognized it, Celadon had remained frozen in place. Then when it was clear that the tune wasn't vanishing with her imagination, the Squire began to follow it. But she only followed it to the edges of the city's brilliant festival.
Celadon knew there would be a time that she had to let go of her friend's memory. That she would have to put this burdensome chase to rest. She would have to accept and move on.
Until then, she needed to keep her expectations tempered. As she sat near the edge of the building, her uniform's skirts curled about herself and her sandals faithlessly exposing her legs to the elements, Celadon began a song of her own. Something composed in her mother tongue and infused with the strength of the person she wished to be. Something strong, but hopeful. Something unafraid to keep moving forward.
But as she sang over that forlorn voice, something else approached her as if she was an inadvertent siren. She recognized the feel by now — someone from the Negaverse. Like a Page, but not.
So she kept on with her song, but she turned her head in search of this intrusive presence. Let them try to come upon her here.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2025 6:46 pm
The further he walked from where it was safe, the more it gnawed at him. That feverish pace of the song picked up, leaving him shaking as he went. Whatever was being said, it left him scared, much as most things did at this point when it came to magic. That anxiety twisted in his stomach, leaving him looking around more rapidly as he wandered. He felt he was being hunted, a small bird hiding from a hawk, and then it stopped, replaced but something he felt was much worse. The feeling of someone from the other side, and it had him looking up and noticing someone with horns, at least what he thought from this distance, and summoning his briefcase to protect himself. It was too soon, and he had no idea how far he was from the safety of a crowd where he could blend in well enough. For the moment, he looked up at them, wide-eyed, and wondering if they too were one of the crazy ones.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2025 12:24 pm
There he was. A little lower than her, and he had said nothing. A lieutenant.
She might have let him go if he had raised his hands up in surrender at the sight of her and walked away slowly. Instead, he was suddenly in possession of a briefcase. Not knowing what else it might be, Celadon assumed it was his weapon.
She held a hand behind her. In it coalesced an ethereal javelin while she held her real one horizontally in front of her, as if it was a makeshift shield. Once her magic formed, she threw that translucent spear of energy at the Lieutenant without a word.
Then she ran toward the edge, toward the man and his briefcase, as she accepted his aggressive intent.sara draconia Fatal Mark ;; (Squire)
Range: 1o' for her throw.
Duration: Up to 3o seconds
Miss Chance: She must successfully hit the target with her javelin to be able to channel her magic.
Effect: Celadon forms an ethereal, magical javelin in her hand and hurls it at a foe. If it connects, the foe becomes marked with a glowing Cybele symbol where the javelin struck, identifying them as a hunting target. The foe takes double damage from any physical and magical attacks for the duration of the channeled magic.
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