Hero

Of Blood and Magic

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Gee, that was such an informative response. Although no, not everyone had a family, but Eris assumed that was all he was going to get. Eh, he wasn't that fond about talking about his family, either, so he could let that one slide. Now that he thought about it, though, he was floundering, the urge to groan growing. If he could get a fake princess illusion to reluctantly agree with his services, he could get the kid to not throw him into a lake. Something impersonal, but could qualify as small talk. But small talk was so boring, what was the point of talking if you weren't either trying to get information out of them or trying to see if they were down to get dirty?

Wait a minute, what if the kid thought the same thing? Except for the latter, he was pretty sure Wells would rather sit on a cactus. But more importantly, here Eris was, trying to do something that was so obviously pointless with someone who literally couldn't care less. He was trying way too hard, the kid was probably just trying to rile him up.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as Wells suddenly asked a question that was actually relevant. Fuck, was he wrong? The mental gymnastics involved in this conversation was starting to stress him out. This is what happens when Eris felt vulnerable, it was the worst feeling in the world, and he thought he couldn't feel any lower after finding out the polls said he was 'just as' hot as Julius Monraine. He was way hotter and a good fifty years younger! What was wrong with people?! What was wrong with him?! He was never going to do anything that would leave him in such a vulnerable position ever again!

That said, the tiny pause before his response didn't stretch for too long despite practically drowning himself in his own thoughts. He did, however, perk up slightly at the mention of a familiar name. "He's a former costar of mine, these days he sticks to action films, though," Eris replied with a small shrug. "We both grew up under Professor Diana Ilma's tutelage." Ah, the good old days of learning how to use intimate gossip to frame stupid Umberto Klein of hating Patricia Montgomery despite the two being the best of friends. Good times, good times.

His smile faded after a minute, and he decided to make another attempt at saving himself from getting caked in lake water. Or at least he would have, if it wasn't for the root he nearly tripped over. "Whoever thought of making this practical an outdoor activity should get staked," He muttered. "If they really wanted to test magic, they could've done this at the arena for the same amount of time and I wouldn't need to rummage through last year's athletic wear for these sneakers."

Alright, more small talk. "Speaking of magic, are you planning to go after all the other extra credit?" It was pretty relevant all things considered, but he kinda wanted to know if Wells was going to do the bare minimum or go all out.

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Offering a flammable olive branch to @Scribe of Thoth.

Of Blood and Magic

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Oh wow, the kid was actually open to this. Well, not as open as most normal people, but this was still pretty big all things considered. But now Eris had put himself in the precarious position of actually having to followup with what he said, and that wasn't good, either. So much for making a token effort and immediately withdrawing due to rejection. Stupid voice. He should've just kept quiet or continuously complain to annoy the kid out of spite. But no, he could hear that voice telling him to talk, and the more it did, the more it felt like Ismene nagging at him. So stupid.

Now that he had little choice but to actually follow through, though, he had to think of something. The temptation to talk just to hear himself was strong, but flailing in a lake blind was clearly the worse idea here, so he may as well take the chance.

"I'm basically responsible for your well being for the next sixty-something years before you die from a massive stroke due to the pent up rage you refuse to simmer down. Pretty sure at one point or another that rage will be pointed to me, and I'd like to reduce those chances," Eris sighed, shaking his head as his mind wandered back to the Revel. "And you having zero trust in me is all hilarious and whatever, but--If something else happens, I think...what I mean is that..." For a second, Eris actually didn't know what the hell he was actually trying to say.

After a few seconds of trying to articulate himself, Eris threw one arm up in exasperation. "Okay, so, basically it's painfully obvious to anyone that interacts with us for maybe two seconds that we don't get along. And believe it or not, that's embarrassing," And absolutely terrible for his image, but he wasn't going to say that.

Wait a minute, what the hell was he saying? Great Anastasia, this was painful, he was just making a fool of himself. Yeah, no, he couldn't do this. He sounded and felt awkward as all fuck, and despite already hearing Ismene's nagging, he just couldn't do it. "You know what? Forget it. I'm just bored," He changed his tune, shaking his head. "Small talk, small talk...you have any family?"

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Offering a flammable olive branch to @Scribe of Thoth.

Of Blood and Magic

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There was a direction given, too? Eris rolled his eyes, letting out an annoyed huff. How the hell was he supposed to know that? Eris was blind, if he wasn't given all the details, he was going to be useless! Part of him felt like he was given incomplete information on purpose just so Alderman had an excuse to belittle him. Well the joke was on the kid, Eris had plenty of experience dealing with a manipulative assholes who could find holes to poke through an airtight seal, he was not going to let him get under his skin.

Eris had crossed his arms in indigence, clearly unhappy at being called useless, although he did give out a yelp of surprise as Max tugged on the vambrace. Great, he was going to have to deal with a pissy Alderman, and the night was young. This was going to be oodles and oodles of fun, if only the sun would rise so he could walk into its warmth and have just as much fun burning to death. So fun.

Still, he didn't really know how to keep quiet, deciding to at least speak his mind. "Next time give me all the clues, would you? You didn't say anything about any directions. I can't see," Eris huffed, stomping after the direction that he assumed the kid was going--no need for sight, all he needed to do was follow the sound of pure spite emanating from him.

But as much as Eris would be happy staying quiet and pouting the entire time, there was this tiny, annoying voice in his head that kept pushing him to try to talk to the kid. "This ridiculous exercise is supposed to be building trust, are you really going to half-ass that part? So long as he put it out there now, he would at least get the voice to shut up and then could justifiably just seethe in silence for the next six hours.

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Offering a flammable olive branch to @Scribe of Thoth.

Of Blood and Magic

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Lilie looked back over her shoulder at Ben, suppressing a sigh. They were literally just getting started, did he really think so little of her? This was her test, she had to figure things out on her own. She didn't really know how to respond to his offer to help, but she guessed maybe two heads would be better than one. Princess Ryner did say it was a trust exercise, but Lilie felt it was more for vampires to trust their mages rather than vice versa.

As if he read her thoughts, Ben suddenly brought up that he felt like they were distant. She didn't really know how to respond to that, either. But even if she did, this wasn't exactly the time or place to do it. Then again, he was right, and she wasn't entirely sure he was going to drop it. He had this thing where anytime he thought there was a problem or some kind of issue, he wanted to fully talk things out. At first that seemed reasonable and she was happy she never had to worry about actual punishment or other correctional techniques, but after receiving a lecture on the importance of silverware that lasted an hour because she complained that having more than one fork was pretentious, she wondered if it was too callous to wish he would just lock her in her room or something instead.

So yeah, talking right now didn't really seem like a good idea.

"Um, no, you haven't done anything," Lilie told him, deciding that he probably wouldn't press further if she just said that much first. "But, um...I have to concentrate right now. So..." She looked up at the canopy, hoping that he wouldn't ask her anything else.

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Staying close to @Bert Macklin.

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_{Region: Thanalan}

Location: Ul'dah - The Goblet

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Lyveva skidded to a halt, whirring around in place. She looked at E-Siri first, fighting the urge to grin, but she did give him a small shrug. "Well, we do have a few small ones running around, though they usually stick together. They like to find trouble, but at least one of them is usually level-headed enough to seek help if they get in over their heads," She explained. "Eji is the most recent addition to the little group, but he's a little shy. Well, a lot shy, but hey, there's almost a dozen of us and only one of him, we have the advantage in numbers!"

She seemed very sure of herself, almost taking off before stopping at Kajin's question. She pointed towards northeast, past the various houses. "At the center of the district is an area surrounded by water, most of the residents treat it as a pool of sorts," She replied to Kajin's question cheerfully. "The kids like to go play there, and Suki said if any of them ever got lost to wait for her there and she'd go find them."

Suddenly she frowned, crossing her arms. "...but the house isn't too far away, I wonder why he didn't just run back there?" She furrowed her eyebrows, a little worried. "Now I'm wondering if we were too late."

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Current Mood in One Gif

Of Blood and Magic

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At least they had the same idea about hand holding, so that much was a relief. The feeling of something clamping around his forearm caused Eris to withdraw his hand, and it took him a second to realize Alderman had put something there. He cautiously ran his fingers over it, feeling the cooled metal. Once he heard the word 'leash' he snapped his head up, a look of mixed horror and disgust plastered on his face probably aimed at the wrong direction. How cute, he got an upgrade from pack mule to dog, except he didn't have a benevolent owner who would dote on him and shower him with love, affection, and way too many toys. Instead, he was at the mercy of an irritable Alderman who sounded like he was just about ready to stab someone.

Eris turned his head in the direction of a random mage talking, raising his eyebrows when he noticed how tightly the kid held his arm. Should he pat his hand in comfort or something? Knowing his luck he'd accidentally smack the kid and piss him off further. Ugh, he felt like that time he accidentally took a sip of a stupid mage's wine instead of blood and ended up purging terribly, except he didn't have Ismene to gently stroke his back in comfort, he had a cranky Alderman instead. Maybe he could just ask the kid to go easy on him. Ha, what a joke.

A weird feeling hit him, but by the time he could comprehend it and get his head back on, Alderman was already cursing and bitching. This was going to be a very long night. He shook his head, blinking rapidly before remembering that his sight was just going to stay lost. "Hey, hey, hey!" He couldn't help the slight panic in his voice as he was suddenly dragged forward, the sensation throwing him off guard completely. Fucking hell, he wasn't a fan of just getting pulled around, especially when he couldn't see. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate, it was who was doing the pulling right now that made him nervous.

"First of all, don't get all bent out of shape so quickly. You're going to tire yourself out and getting all worked up is going to get you nowhere--turn that boiling rage down to seething," Eris snapped, turning his hand like he was turning down the knob on a stove. "Anger is energy, energy is used for problem solving and exacting revenge on your enemies."

Dropping his arm, Eris took a second to think, crossing his arms. "Turn noon to midnight...I'm going to assume you're reading this off of something," He said, slowly turning in place and facing the completely opposite direction he was facing before, pointing straight. "Don't go overthinking just yet, you were onto it with the clock analogy. Turn around from wherever you read this and go straight from there."

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Less appreciative of this whole blind business with @Scribe of Thoth.

Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

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Nia couldn't stop herself from letting out a polite laugh at Arc's reasoning. It wasn't going to be the first or last time they misinterpreted one another, she supposed. But it was all in good fun! And more importantly, no harm done. The duo turned into a trio and then a group, and soon it was herself, Arc, Lee, and Karna all accompanied by the reporter as they left the guild. Nia tugged at the sleeve of her coat as she listened to Arc talk about Mrs. Whitecliff with a small frown on her face. A missing child was enough to worry any decent person, she couldn't possibly imagine the anguish the poor mother was going through at the moment.

That said, she was pulled out of her thoughts as Claire spoke. Shoot, she was hoping to avoid an interview by focusing on the mission. At the mention of Serena, however, she did raise an eyebrow in curiosity. Serena could be intimidating sometimes, but she was harmless. Well, mostly harmless.

"Ah, no, your assumption is correct," Nia cleared her throat, putting on a polite smile. "I came here from Crocus some time ago and heard about the guild through some very spirited banter in a tavern. Well, not so much spirited as instead it was more of a heated debate on mages and the effect on the town..." She uttered the last part, although she quickly shook her head and perked up. "Aiden was kind enough to accept me, and for that I am grateful. Getting to be in a guild is more fun than I imagined."

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"Yes--Yes--Yes--Yes--YES--YES--YES! YEAH! YEAH--OW!"

The hyper, barbaric battle cry was heard loud and clear, although it was then quieted down by an equally loud thud. A few seconds later, Elliot came out of his dorm room, rubbing the back of his head with wide, blue eyes. Okay, yes, he was probably a little too excited, and he shouldn't have been hopping in place while he had been putting away his now-empty luggage in his closet, but come on! Senior year! Only one more year of mandatory classes and then that was it, and all he had to do was basically just show up! If he could swim through a pool of lard while holding up a brass candelabra, he could do this.

The only thing that could make this any better were his bros--and obviously now that everything was put away like he had promised his sister (who kept telling him not to rely on poor Salem to help him so much for some reason), he could go out and actually see them. The smart thing was to send a group chat asking everyone where they were, but honestly, he was just way too happy, deciding to go out and physically find everyone. The entrance was probably the best place to start, honestly, and as he approached, he already saw one familiar face that he was all too happy to see.

"MIA! MIA! OVER HERE!" Despite calling for her, Elliot ended up pushing his way through, stopping in front of her with a huge grin and quietly trying to catch his breath. "Hey!" As he took a second to calm himself down, he did a double take at the board. Was it a new club? He lingered on 'The Elites' title for a few seconds before going over the pictures, recognizing a decent chunk and not really knowing who the other people were. He stopped at his, squinting at 'The Kyle' underneath. He wasn't The Kyle, he was The Elliot. Well, not the Elliot, Elliot Anderson was a sophomore who also had the name and he was sure there were a few others, but whoever made the bulletin had made a mistake. He laughed to himself, taking a picture for proof before sending it to Salem.

"They got everyone's names wrong, too. I'm pretty sure they're feeling real dumb right about now," Elliot said, shaking his head in clear pity. "What's this supposed to be, anyway?"

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Poking @Cio and messaging @fledermaus.

Of Blood and Magic

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Lilie's jaw dropped as Ben spoke back to Professor Sinnenodel. Was he being sarcastic? To another count? Was that allowed? Ben looked really giddy, too, like he knew exactly what he was saying. Why would he go and make the count angrier like that? She closed her mouth as she gave Ben a disapproving look, but there was no time for apologies or reactions as the professor spoke again. They were starting early, so it was showtime. Whatever anyone had said or done didn't matter anymore, she needed to get her head on straight.

Or she would have, but the spell definitely threw her for a loop.

She shook her head once or twice, blinking rapidly as she looked around. Well, that spell was something else. She thought she would have been more excited by that kind of magic, but she couldn't say she liked anything that made her feel weird. She shuddered slightly, rubbing her arm to make the cold chill go away. She couldn't really see anything, but then again, that was kind of the point, wasn't it? Oh well, time to focus up. She released Ben's hand as she took in a deep breath, closing her eyes for a second. Every other thought didn't matter right now, all she needed to know was the goal of getting that extra credit and being done before sunrise. She could do this.

"Okay, stay close to me," Lilie told Ben once she felt ready, taking his hand with her right hand and drawing the symbol in her mind. "Tiltoure."

Her eyes went black, and the forest seemed to light up in response. The sign was seen clearly, and she squinted at the words. "That way which vampires' bane does slumber..." She muttered, taking a glance at the directional symbol before concluding the spell. "Vampires' bane...the sun sets on the west, but rises in the east, so...east it is?" She was talking more to herself than to Ben, though she started walking in what she assumed was the right direction.

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Staying close to @Bert Macklin.