[center] [color=gold] [h1] Maria von Hohenzollern [img] http://i.imgur.com/mHxQYPc.jpg [/img] [/h1] [/color] [/center] [center] [color=gold] [h2] Royal Capital Lugnica [/h2] [/color] [/center] [@Zelosse] [@Lucius Cypher] [@liferusher] [@FamishedPants] [@Ryofu] They had found the person so quickly after Maria and the gang had lost sight of him. He was a master of fire magics, and thus the effect of the huge spell might have been more devastating had he not been interrupted before the finale of the spell had occurred. After all, the spell itself was the magical equal to a nuke; an attack so powerful there was hardly any precedent for comparison. The complete conversion of mana into damage; a true equivalent exchange. Maria had survived something she should not have. Something that would normally kill a man. But Maria had recognized the subtle changes in the wind through combative understanding and the rudimentary understanding of magical comprehension. Her entire existence was dedicated to observation. Her fighting style had a keen understanding of what her opponent was trying to accomplish and figuring out means to preventing such actions from occurring. However, the man had provided Maria with no alternative aside form the action of “leaving the area”. A spell that would cause extreme destruction on a scale Maria would rather not consider. Though she was a knight and would give her life for the cause, pointlessly dying to a spell she could not contain was a fool’s move, and thus instead of attempting to fight her opponent, she utilized a tactful retreat at her opponent’s power. But she knew he would be back. Even with perhaps a fractured rib, Maria was still a combatant worth fearing. It didn’t matter if she had been killed, it was likely she would continue to hunt her opponent to the grave. A fanatic justice enforcer. She had rose from her position against the wall and began to take up a combat position. She would be ready. She would fight her opponent once again. But the strange symbol on the blade seemed to confuse Maria. Perhaps not “confuse”, but rather she recognized the symbol from somewhere. Perhaps it was benign, Perhaps not. But whatever. She believed there were more pressing matters. [center] [color=MidnightBlue] [h1] ????? [img] http://i.imgur.com/7vTY891.png [/img] [/h1] [/color] [/center] [center] [color=MidnightBlue] [h2] Royal Capital Lugnica [/h2] [/color] [/center] “He” had observed the entire affair. “Someone” he was chasing. An “entity” he wanted to obtain for himself. The “love” he had shared throughout his time in this world. The “love” that was shared to him those many nights ago. They were leading to something. Though the “man” knew not what his “love” would provide him with, he was not the sort to ask his “love” what his roll was, rather to simply act upon the entrusted “will” of his “love”. He was not a citizen of the day but a denizen of the night, Featureless and obscured by the shadows that surrounded him, he was not privy to showing his presence to those who had no purpose on his stage. To those who had not shared the “love” he had shared. Thus he would continue to watch. To wait. To commiserate. Logic strove for order, but rational argumentation and transparent transfer of information were rooted in assumptions on the nature of being. Every mode of thought carries an ontology sequestered within it, but being is in a constant state of flux. If the origin is irreducibly plural, then not gaining access to the origin takes on another meaning. Its negativity is not that of the abyss. It need not operate in the dialectic mode of- After all, he was told what he had to do from his “love” directly. A divine mandate he would enforce upon the “world” as a whole. A will that would override the reality of those around him. It was ordained by his “love”, and thus became a “possibility” to “something that will occur”. He knew not what would occur, but rather the events that he desired to occur would occur regardless of the conditioning. That is what it meant to be loved. That is what it meant to hold authority. That is what it meant to shepherd the lost sheep. His heart was completely unwavering; His actions were that of “love”. My name. Name, name, name and humanity god and swirl and root and light and darkness but he was the darkness but if he were to shatter then would the darkness spill out bleeding red red is the darkness given form of the man when the darkness is born into flesh flesh is darkness but when he dies what would it become if it were not him if not him then not darkness but darkness is constant because chaos is constant but if chaos is constant then not chaos so therefore not darkness but how does a contradiction in terms of a world exist if- His name was not important. Perhaps it would not hurt as much if he didn’t remember it. Perhaps he didn’t need to continue to call himself “that”.