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Kasper Mirandola

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Kasper noted the prince's frustration and decided not to push him too much further. Angering a royal now could have unpleasant consequences later on. "Yes, I know that the gift is still new to you. But you already show promise. And the sigils that we have are greater than the ones we bestow. You needn't worry about failing if you've only the mind to pursue it." Yes, all that was needed for the prince to gain the superiority he spoke of was effort, and the interest to follow through with it. And perhaps some discretion, given the official restrictions that were placed on the Scions. That was really the crux of what Kasper had been saying. Those restrictions would eventually chafe at him who lived under them. If Lucas became more skilled with his power, he could shake loose from time to time. At least, that had been the experience of the white-haired youth.

The conversation shifted towards the idea of purpose attached to the sigils. Did Incepta really have a plan for the two year old Rosemary, or for the prince himself? "We can't often see the destiny of a scion many years in advance. But the Goddess can," he answered piously. "I was only fifteen when the Goddess gave me her blessing. At the time I was naive noble boy in a family of artists. I would never have become the man I am today." Kasper's achievements over the last eight years spoke for him on this subject. Though still young, he had become one of Doumerc's most promising minds. As a magician and an academic, he was a point of pride for his city. "In many ways, the influence of the sigil made me into a proper Scion of Shadow, or so I'd like to think," he said with a good-natured smile towards the prince. He had tried not to overstep the bounds of humility, but there was no hiding the confident sense of accomplishment that lived within him.

"Perhaps the same will be true for Rosemary. Incepta willing, she may make a great queen for us one day. I don't know her well, but there is something special about her. A certain perceptiveness." Kasper's answers had been on the safe side, but still somewhat insightful. He didn't want to push the envelope much more after the things that had already been said. Internally he did have other thoughts about the matter, however. He knew from history that there was more to the Scion of Light than just political rule, though that was the modern convention. William Bachmeier was remembered more as a saint than anything else - a champion of the church. He wondered what might really become of the young Rosemary.

He swirled away from the wall and gave a bow to Lucas. "Thank you for the audience, your Highness. And again, congratulations." With that, Kasper returned to Zacharie's side. He gently placed a hand on the templar's shoulder as he approached. "Having fun?"

Scarlet Thorne


Scarlett took a few steps closer to the newly appeared Lucian and confidently crossed her arms. It seemed that the former mastermind was now confused about his own presence. Maybe the time magic they'd all just been through had thrown him for a loop. "You're here to kill Rider, aren't you?" she asked him, looking sideways at his perplexed face. "Or would you rather change your mind about that? Because I already beat you to a pulp once, but I wouldn't mind a rerun."

She moved her hands to her hips and turned to face him. Not everything had been reset - this guy was a known element now. "While you're here - tell us what you know about portals to hell and red-eyed demons. If you help us close them when they appear, maybe we can let you walk away this time."

Kasper Mirandola

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Maya had been very friendly in her reception of Kasper. The Doumercène greeting made his smile real, and her compliments on his appearance even elicited a slight blush from the usually collected youth. The prince hadn't immediately responded to his question, so Kasper instead followed his glance back to the other's group. Though instead of watching the templar as Lucas did, his eyes returned unconsciously back to Maya, who was hugging Tyler and getting more pictures taken. She was certainly a formidable woman. Obviously she had affected him somewhat, but he did stop to wonder how much of her persona was genuine. Zacharie had been dutifully tailing him til now, but he noticed that his templar had not followed him to the altar. He stood there now chatting with Ionna, hardly glancing back towards his charge.

Finally, the prince answered him. Kasper turned his gaze back towards Lucas at once, though it took him a moment to process what he'd heard. 'He leaves people... walking in pain? What exactly did he mean by that?' he wondered to himself. The juxtaposition of that sentence next to one about his new templar conjured up a rather curious image. But Kasper managed to suppress any hint of confusion from the prince's curveball, and he played along with an almost metrical response.

"Well, I've heard that headstrong horses, when tamed, make the best mounts." The Scion of Shadow's golden eyes flickered back towards Tyler for the briefest of moments. "But judging from the looks of him, you may well have your hands full for the time being." Kasper felt the need to pivot the conversation back towards his original intention, so he took a moment to reorient himself. He turned and leaned his lithe body against the wall next to Lucas, and swept white bangs aside with his pale fingers. When he spoke again, his voice was a bit quieter.

"Yes, I'm sure that he will be quite talented with the use of the blessing, given his experience. You too, should master your sigil if you would maintain your superiority over him. After all, Incepta must have had a purpose in bestowing on us this gift." Kasper's words were toeing the line somewhat, but he judged from the Prince's self-assured attitude that he wouldn't go running off to tattle on him. "My Zacharie has been a fine partner thus far," he continued, holding out his hand and looking over his own polished fingernails. "Accomplished mage though he is, he's still a novice of Shadow." On the hand that was extended, a holy symbol appeared in an inky black relief - visible at this angle only to himself and the Prince. Kasper's keen eyes watched him carefully for any response.

Kasper Mirandola

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The Scion of Shadow had made his summons to Juniperus into something of a vacation. He was traveling with a small entourage this time, only he, his templar, and two other servants had made the journey. He had booked a suite at a luxurious hotel in the area, and had spent the previous days touring around. Mostly he visited holy sites and churches, and he paid his respects to the high cardinal, but there had been some leisure, too. It wasn't his first time in the holy city, but it was such an interesting place that it felt like there was always something new to see. A certain relic had piqued his interest this week - an artifact that was said to have belonged to a scion during the era of war. He had made a small study of it. It was an amazing piece of history, really. Even after so many years, Kasper could still feel the remnants of magic clinging to it. Well, recording his notes and speculations about it was a fine afternoon spent as far as he was concerned, but it wouldn't do to keep Zacharie waiting for him in interminable boredom; so he hadn't returned to the site the next day.

The main event was scheduled for this evening. Kasper made his appearance in great style, wearing a well-fitted formal suit. The fabric was a creamy white, but the top featured elaborate gold embroidery and tassels that hung from his narrow shoulders. His earrings too were gold and amber, matching his famously stunning eyes. On his chest was a large onyx amulet. Symbolically, its glittering darkness identified him as the Scion of Shadow. Kasper was undeniably a beautiful young man in this fine attire; though he had quite a habit of dressing himself to the nines, and the outfit wasn't really so far out of the ordinary for him, all things considered.

The scion was very much at home during the formalities of the ceremony, and he showed the appropriate solemnity throughout. He had taken part in so many ritualistic functions over the years that it was second nature to him. He was always deeply involved with the religion of the goddess these days, whether in study or in practice. Because of that involvement, perhaps, he had genuinely come to enjoy playing his part. He did take a personal interest in the two men at the center of it all - the new Scion of Time and his templar. Watching them interact and apparently tease one another, it was impossible not to trade glances with Zacharie. It hadn't yet been two years since their own ceremony of this kind - Kasper's second. During that affair, he had extended the warmest and most sincere welcome to his new templar. Unlike his former partner, Zacharie was nearly the same age as him, and was a fellow mage. Consequently they had found much to talk about, and were becoming fast friends.

Once the ceremony was complete, Kasper naturally congregated with the other scions. He acknowledged each one of them when they drew near, friendly even to the ones he was less familiar with. He shared his first real interaction with the Scion of Gravity. He looked her up and down with approval. "Why, Maya, what a fabulous dress!" he said, with genuine interest. Its design and its deep purple material were obviously a cut above something that could be produced by the average tailor. "Would you honor me with a photograph together?" The two got together for a moment and he posed with a bright, likeable smile. He agreed to have it sent to one of her people, sure that it'd make a good way to remember the night. Admittedly, he didn't understand much about Maya's Instagram presence, but he knew of it, and he knew that being seen with other famous people would be good for her career. Hopefully this moment would serve as a small gesture of friendship going forward, as he wished nothing but the best for his fellow scions.

To Ionna he said, "You keep your sweets, and I'll keep my secrets," with a mysterious wink. But then he let out a laugh, and the strange tension melted away, and it was clear that it was said in good fun. "Welcome, Ionna. I am Kasper Mirandola. I hope the evening finds you well." He did however take notice of Edmund's fun fact - that he was reading over Kasper's own sonnets. The wave of appreciation that washed over him when anyone took an interest in his works was singular. Though he couldn't acknowledge the compliment outright to maintain secrecy, he flashed a grin at the templar and nodded at his good taste.

The white-haired man was hoping to find a moment to greet the new Scion of Time. But as he was at the center of attention, it took a little while before he got his chance. And even then, not wanting to monopolize his company, he kept it short and to the point. "Congratulations, Prince Lucas. May your new templar be to your liking - I find that makes things go more smoothly." There was obviously a bit of history behind the statement, but it would remain only an implication for now. Then Kasper added, "The Goddess' blessing is strong in you. The mana I felt you wield during the ceremony was quite significant." The remark was high praise coming from him. Being devoted to the study of magic, the subject was never far from his mind; he was rather perceptive when it was involved. There was warmth and curiosity behind his golden eyes when he gazed at Lucas. Everyone was amazed by the powers of the scions, of course. But for Kasper, there was a special awe - he never failed to realize that these sigils were literally the presence of the divine.


I'll be brewing up my Scion of Shadow cs. I'm thinking he'll be something of an unconventional priest, and a poet of some renown. But he doesn't publish under his real name, because he doesn't want he doesn't want his writings to have to pass under the same scrutiny that a scion is normally due.
Color me interested. I'd like to play the scion of shadow, if possible. I'm curious if you see this playing out as an adventure game, or more of an intrigue/social game. I'm sure you'll give us more of a set-up in game, but it'd help to know what style we're going for when brewing up my character.

Scarlet Thorne


"Psh. Talk about a sore loser," Scarlet replied to Lucian's final words. She flicked his blood off her knuckles, and turned her attention towards the horde of demonic humanoids. They continued to pour from the portal, intensifying the situation. One of them charged the horned goth girl and attacked with surprising strength. Scarlet batted his arm away and countered with style; she leapt up and severed the creature's head with a fluid kick. It flitted across the theater and burst into a splash of crimson on the far wall. Handling one of the zombie-like beings was no trouble, but this situation was a lot more complex than that. Besides, she spotted one of the demons reviving after having been slain.

'What do I do? Hit them all with a massive attack? Should I try and bring this whole building down? Or should I put barriers around the portal? But that isn't a permanent solution...'

'Use the darkness in their hearts to your advantage,' came the reply of a new voice within her head.

Somehow Scarlet began to realize what he meant. 'Yeah... Yeah, that might work.'

She held out her pale hand and called out to the weapon that she knew would be waiting for her. In a puff of inky clouds it appeared - a black keyblade with jagged teeth and a red handle. A terrible chill came over her just from holding it. This was most certainly an evil tool. Somehow she already knew what its purpose was. It would twist unwilling beings into creatures of pure darkness; creatures that she could command.

She used the keyblade to pierce the next demon she fought. At once, it transformed into a tall, slender heartless with long trailing antennae. "Heel," she commanded it with a layered voice. It obediently stood up straight and waited. Then Scarlett struck down another demon, and another after that. Each time she defeated a demon with her superior strength, she would force it transform with the keyblade of heart. After a few minutes, she had gathered a small group of heartless minions. "Fight with me," she told them - and they did. They jumped into the fray silently, but eagerly - trading evenly with the red-eyed zombies.

Scarlet herself was feeling a strange type of fatigue however. This wasn't like physical exhaustion, or simply running out of mana. She clutched at her chest, not comprehending at first. Was wielding this power over darkness weighing on her own heart?



Scarlet Thorne


'So that's how it works. You're right - there really is a lot to it,' Scarlet thought. But before she could attempt the new technique, she was pulled out of the nightmare realm. She immediately rose to her feet, with her summoned snakes making way for her. "Subdue those people," she commanded, and the white snakes took off into the crowd. They would bite the possessed men and constrict them with their massive bodies, picking off some of the enemies.

Scarlet herself focused on Lucian. She sprang at the necromancer and joined Ghirahim in battle. If he escaped the demon's blade, he would have to deal with her devastating punches and kicks. The impact of her physical attacks would set the entire auditorium shaking. If Lucian managed to get away from both her and Ghirahim, she would blast after him with a quick thundara, not giving him a moment to rest.
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