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MeruleI like yer guy too. That "he's here as punishment" thing could add some interesting aspects to, say, the prince taking him out into town. I am sure there are plenty of richie riches that would love to see him punished in quite a different manner. ...*Begins evil plotting*
Okay, so we gots the peoples, the places, and the things! Think it's time to start?
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10 yrs ago
Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
The Nightmare Guardian watches as his lover freezes under his adoring gaze and not so subtle implications when it comes to his current activities regarding his underlings. 'I can't say I'm sorry for putting you on the spot, as I think you look quite adorable like this, but I will say I hope you're not hiding for the reasons I think you're hiding' He pets Enasi's hair gently, keeping his eyes trained on the red head's face to catch any little change in the other guardian's expression. A half smile comes to his lips when Inui curls up beside him, doing his best to direct any energy seeping out of him into his guardian. With a faint sigh he erects a barrier around the little red eyed one to keep him from leaking to the detriment of those around him.
Rue smiles at him from the other side of Enasi and with Rasha curling up between them it's quite cozy on the bed now. It takes a little while for his counterpart to settle, but Seishu is patient. Once he begins moving again the long haired male shifts ever so slightly to accommodate the shorter man, finally able to snuggle in comfortably. He listens to the talk around him for a while, letting his head settle on Enasi's shoulder as he listens to his voice, and to the voices of those around them. 'The little ones seem almost purely happy, with only touches of worry, but that's specifically for the injury and not “us”. Harper isn't speaking, but I can feel it, he's settling too. That's good. I know my own second will be overjoyed for me, in his own quiet way. It's good we don't have to worry on that front'
Turning his head ever so slightly he catches sight of everyone settling in and he smiles a little wider. 'Cho is always happy, and seems to accept anything as long as it's “good” and I am sure this qualifies, and he can talk Crios in if he has any doubts. . .' His gaze shifts over to the other two, the final additions to their little group. 'I'm not quite sure on Finn, but Starla would be voicing her objections if she had any. I am sure they know, that look on their faces. . .' The two look at the scene on the bed knowingly, Finn with a faint bashful tint to his cheeks. With a sigh he looks down to Enasi's chest, a hand coming up to start drawing little designs on it while he waits for everything to be said that needs to be.
Rasha spots the movement and stares at it for a moment. After a few seconds however he shifts and reaches up to bat at the moving finger, like any other feline fascinated by a moving object. Seishu chuckles at this and switches to wiggling his finger over the little dream. Rasha flops on his back to bat at the finger, mewling happily. This continues on until Seishu hears something that makes him speak up. Shifting so he can look up at Enasi his eyes narrow slightly. “You are not 'fine' in any sense of the word Enasi.” The hand that had been playing with the kitty drops down to settle on the covers and he uses the leverage to shift a little more. Those around the room become a little more serious at this, Harper's ears perking up a little.
He blinks slowly, giving the other a gentle kiss before explaining himself. “You're falling into your old habit of trying to hide from your underlings again. You're hurt, and you knows that bothers them, so you're sending them away. You've made a huge change, without consulting any of them and you don't know how it will effect them, so you are likewise trying to put them at a distance.” Rasha purrs supportivly, slipping up a bit so he settled on his guardian's lap while Rue snuggles in closer to the red head. He smiles softly and runs his fingers through his counterpart's hair once again. “I don't think either thing merits such avoidance, and I actually think the latter would make said actions quite counterproductive.” Rue looks very confused at this bit nods in his own innocently trusting way.
Rue smiles at him from the other side of Enasi and with Rasha curling up between them it's quite cozy on the bed now. It takes a little while for his counterpart to settle, but Seishu is patient. Once he begins moving again the long haired male shifts ever so slightly to accommodate the shorter man, finally able to snuggle in comfortably. He listens to the talk around him for a while, letting his head settle on Enasi's shoulder as he listens to his voice, and to the voices of those around them. 'The little ones seem almost purely happy, with only touches of worry, but that's specifically for the injury and not “us”. Harper isn't speaking, but I can feel it, he's settling too. That's good. I know my own second will be overjoyed for me, in his own quiet way. It's good we don't have to worry on that front'
Turning his head ever so slightly he catches sight of everyone settling in and he smiles a little wider. 'Cho is always happy, and seems to accept anything as long as it's “good” and I am sure this qualifies, and he can talk Crios in if he has any doubts. . .' His gaze shifts over to the other two, the final additions to their little group. 'I'm not quite sure on Finn, but Starla would be voicing her objections if she had any. I am sure they know, that look on their faces. . .' The two look at the scene on the bed knowingly, Finn with a faint bashful tint to his cheeks. With a sigh he looks down to Enasi's chest, a hand coming up to start drawing little designs on it while he waits for everything to be said that needs to be.
Rasha spots the movement and stares at it for a moment. After a few seconds however he shifts and reaches up to bat at the moving finger, like any other feline fascinated by a moving object. Seishu chuckles at this and switches to wiggling his finger over the little dream. Rasha flops on his back to bat at the finger, mewling happily. This continues on until Seishu hears something that makes him speak up. Shifting so he can look up at Enasi his eyes narrow slightly. “You are not 'fine' in any sense of the word Enasi.” The hand that had been playing with the kitty drops down to settle on the covers and he uses the leverage to shift a little more. Those around the room become a little more serious at this, Harper's ears perking up a little.
He blinks slowly, giving the other a gentle kiss before explaining himself. “You're falling into your old habit of trying to hide from your underlings again. You're hurt, and you knows that bothers them, so you're sending them away. You've made a huge change, without consulting any of them and you don't know how it will effect them, so you are likewise trying to put them at a distance.” Rasha purrs supportivly, slipping up a bit so he settled on his guardian's lap while Rue snuggles in closer to the red head. He smiles softly and runs his fingers through his counterpart's hair once again. “I don't think either thing merits such avoidance, and I actually think the latter would make said actions quite counterproductive.” Rue looks very confused at this bit nods in his own innocently trusting way.
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10 yrs ago
Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Hi, sorry it took so long. RL been kicking my behind. I hope you like him :P
Name: Elistro(El) Dubabarak
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 6' 1”
Weight: 152lbs
Hair: Jet black, straight, waist length, bangs the same length as the rest. Left loose save for formal occasions in which it's simply clipped up in the back. Bangs are parted down the middle.
Eyes: Faint silvery blue, pleasantly sharp.
Skin: Alabaster.
Build: Fencer build.
Clothes: In his time off he wears poet shirts in a variety of solid colors, left loose across the chest, and thick tight ridding pants, either black or white, bare feet. At social evens he wears a simple kimono and hakama ensemble of either solid colors or solid color with a large flower design(Kimono, and the hakama is always black. White tabi and classic sandals on the feet, and a dark colored haori completes the outfit. He sometimes wears his haori around for fun over his normal garb.
Accessories: Year shaped earring dangling from left ear, the symbol of his house, a lavender leaf, trapped inside the material that makes up the blue gem like dangly bit. The earring is his only adornment except when he puts up his hair, and is what shows his status as prince. Rapier scabbard with the waist belt, black.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Excellent fencer, can always find his way back along a path he trodden, and is an exceptional artist.
General Personality: Quiet and unassuming most of the time. When he sets his mind to something nothing short of an act of god can stop him from pursuing it until either he gets what he wants, or it becomes clear that he never will. He loves his family, though at time he finds them insufferable, and will protect them without question. He has grown up with a natural superiority complex that, given his status and upbringing, is actually rather low compared to his siblings. He is prone to fits of stubbornness and jealousy, though he is quiet about them, seeking solitude rather than making a show if it. He is very forward with what he wants most of the time, but when it seems more fun to do so he makes a game out of things, even very serious matters. He likes what he likes, and pays everything else little attention.
Background: As the third child in a line of five, two older brothers and a set of twin younger sisters, El ha never had any high expectations put on him. While his older brothers were taught to be rulers, since should the eldest die it would fall to the second born, and his little sisters are likely going to be married off one day, possibly together to the same prince, Elistro has had most of his time to himself. The first born, Garrett, was born to a different mother from his father's harem, however their mother loves him all the same and adopted him after the woman died. The second born, unlike Garrett, took after their father in looks, and now Louis looks just like the man save for being years younger. Jin an Gan were a surprise to say the least, as the likeliness of twins in this era is small, however the mother has dotted on them since they were born.
El looks much like his mother, a few sharper features from his father making him more hansom than his elder bothers, though because of his feminine features he has heard no end of teasing from the two. Even his sisters lay in on him at times, however his face has made him quite popular with the lords and ladies from other lands. He learned early on however that while they enjoyed a good romp with him, that was all they ever wanted, his elder brothers more fitting “Prizes” in their eyes. This has depressed him to no end and lead him to believe that that is how everyone will always think. He knows he will likely be married off like his sisters and end up in some baron or baroness' harem, or if he's really lucky, end up a baron himself.
His childhood was spent mostly with this idea firmly in his head, and after a time he gave up on trying to change it. He took to spending a lot of time alone, only interacting with others to find someone to warm his bed or when his family insisted on spending time together. He learned to fence at a young age and has been practicing since. He wears his sword around all the time after a competition he once won against his eldest brother. He spends most of his days either practicing with his blade or doing his art in secret. He goes mostly unnoticed by both the staff and visitors however his family will always flag him down when the notice him. His little sisters like teasing him, but adore sitting with him to hear him read one of the old story books. Louis is a little jealous of his freedoms, and Garrett is always too busy to do much more than offer him a hug and a smile when they pass. Father is always too busy for anything, and his mother mostly nitpicks him about how he could be “So much more” than he is now.
Name: Elistro(El) Dubabarak
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 6' 1”
Weight: 152lbs
Hair: Jet black, straight, waist length, bangs the same length as the rest. Left loose save for formal occasions in which it's simply clipped up in the back. Bangs are parted down the middle.
Eyes: Faint silvery blue, pleasantly sharp.
Skin: Alabaster.
Build: Fencer build.
Clothes: In his time off he wears poet shirts in a variety of solid colors, left loose across the chest, and thick tight ridding pants, either black or white, bare feet. At social evens he wears a simple kimono and hakama ensemble of either solid colors or solid color with a large flower design(Kimono, and the hakama is always black. White tabi and classic sandals on the feet, and a dark colored haori completes the outfit. He sometimes wears his haori around for fun over his normal garb.
Accessories: Year shaped earring dangling from left ear, the symbol of his house, a lavender leaf, trapped inside the material that makes up the blue gem like dangly bit. The earring is his only adornment except when he puts up his hair, and is what shows his status as prince. Rapier scabbard with the waist belt, black.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Excellent fencer, can always find his way back along a path he trodden, and is an exceptional artist.
General Personality: Quiet and unassuming most of the time. When he sets his mind to something nothing short of an act of god can stop him from pursuing it until either he gets what he wants, or it becomes clear that he never will. He loves his family, though at time he finds them insufferable, and will protect them without question. He has grown up with a natural superiority complex that, given his status and upbringing, is actually rather low compared to his siblings. He is prone to fits of stubbornness and jealousy, though he is quiet about them, seeking solitude rather than making a show if it. He is very forward with what he wants most of the time, but when it seems more fun to do so he makes a game out of things, even very serious matters. He likes what he likes, and pays everything else little attention.
Background: As the third child in a line of five, two older brothers and a set of twin younger sisters, El ha never had any high expectations put on him. While his older brothers were taught to be rulers, since should the eldest die it would fall to the second born, and his little sisters are likely going to be married off one day, possibly together to the same prince, Elistro has had most of his time to himself. The first born, Garrett, was born to a different mother from his father's harem, however their mother loves him all the same and adopted him after the woman died. The second born, unlike Garrett, took after their father in looks, and now Louis looks just like the man save for being years younger. Jin an Gan were a surprise to say the least, as the likeliness of twins in this era is small, however the mother has dotted on them since they were born.
El looks much like his mother, a few sharper features from his father making him more hansom than his elder bothers, though because of his feminine features he has heard no end of teasing from the two. Even his sisters lay in on him at times, however his face has made him quite popular with the lords and ladies from other lands. He learned early on however that while they enjoyed a good romp with him, that was all they ever wanted, his elder brothers more fitting “Prizes” in their eyes. This has depressed him to no end and lead him to believe that that is how everyone will always think. He knows he will likely be married off like his sisters and end up in some baron or baroness' harem, or if he's really lucky, end up a baron himself.
His childhood was spent mostly with this idea firmly in his head, and after a time he gave up on trying to change it. He took to spending a lot of time alone, only interacting with others to find someone to warm his bed or when his family insisted on spending time together. He learned to fence at a young age and has been practicing since. He wears his sword around all the time after a competition he once won against his eldest brother. He spends most of his days either practicing with his blade or doing his art in secret. He goes mostly unnoticed by both the staff and visitors however his family will always flag him down when the notice him. His little sisters like teasing him, but adore sitting with him to hear him read one of the old story books. Louis is a little jealous of his freedoms, and Garrett is always too busy to do much more than offer him a hug and a smile when they pass. Father is always too busy for anything, and his mother mostly nitpicks him about how he could be “So much more” than he is now.
Kuro chuckles. “No, no black hole, just a high metabolism. He'll be needing meat more often for a few days after transforming like that. . .” He sighs gently and nods. “Yeah, he can relate to them in a way that even Papa can't understand. His mother might've, but she's dead, and I haven't seen any weres of her caliber in a long time. . .” He watches the angel almost absentmindedly gather up empty dishes, his mind not really on the task or so it seems. 'Or maybe he's just gotten so used to the daily routine he's fallen into the “going through the motions” portion of things. It's not impossible, after all, there's been nothing of particular interest happening around here lately. . .' With a faint sigh he quickly helps wash all the dishes and heads out to continue the morning to-do list.
Once all the beasts are out in their field, Dani chasing a few around to tell them the news since apparently everyone simply must know their plans for the day, or at least the part Dani is excited about. Kuro swats him as he passes, telling him not to frighten them so much, but the smaller demon seems to only half hear him as he takes to running after the animals rather than flying after them. Kuro huffs and follows Aoba towards the other field on the property, his attention quickly shifting as he spots the many many little sprouts now dotting the earth beside the weeds. 'It's about time' He muses, his gaze softening at the sight of the growing things.
His attention shifts again and quickly he strides to the angel's side. Kneeling quickly beside and slightly behind him so he's partially looking over the smaller male he reaches out and stills the younger one's hand. Holding the extended hand in his own he murmurs softly, “Those little greenies aren't weeds. Those there, are sprouts.” He smiles, turning his head to look into the angel's eyes. “Congratulations Little Mouse, you've officially raised your crops from seed to seedling.” He chuckles, giving Aoba a hug from behind before sitting back on his heels to see how the youth responds.
Once all the beasts are out in their field, Dani chasing a few around to tell them the news since apparently everyone simply must know their plans for the day, or at least the part Dani is excited about. Kuro swats him as he passes, telling him not to frighten them so much, but the smaller demon seems to only half hear him as he takes to running after the animals rather than flying after them. Kuro huffs and follows Aoba towards the other field on the property, his attention quickly shifting as he spots the many many little sprouts now dotting the earth beside the weeds. 'It's about time' He muses, his gaze softening at the sight of the growing things.
His attention shifts again and quickly he strides to the angel's side. Kneeling quickly beside and slightly behind him so he's partially looking over the smaller male he reaches out and stills the younger one's hand. Holding the extended hand in his own he murmurs softly, “Those little greenies aren't weeds. Those there, are sprouts.” He smiles, turning his head to look into the angel's eyes. “Congratulations Little Mouse, you've officially raised your crops from seed to seedling.” He chuckles, giving Aoba a hug from behind before sitting back on his heels to see how the youth responds.
Post! Sorry it took so long, RL been kickin' my butt too :P
As confusing as it sounded, to Akito the “Something/Nothing to do” analogy makes perfect sense to the man. 'In a place where you are free to do anything, it seems really a simple thing to do everything, and have nothing to actually do. With nothing that has to be done, everything you can do, is nothing to do really. . .' He shakes his head slightly, trying not to think too hard on the fact that the prince basically just said that anything he does with his days now are of little consequence. He glances up at the half mumbled statement and decides to address it later. 'He needs to understand, that was not me “freaking out”. That was my training coming into play. Even if I am to work on it, he should know there are some things he could do to help me. . .If he wants to that is. . .'
He nods, logging away the times in his head for the meals and also noting that he can ask to be woken up. 'Not that I need that, but it sounds as if, should I need it, the servants will help me keep track of my schedule, should I get wrapped up in something' He can feel his heart skip half a beat as the prince comes and sits on the bed. Being so close, and without seeming to be bothered by it, Hiro's casual nature seems to disturb the soldier more than anything else at the moment. He could relax around his fellow soldiers, around camp at least, but he doesn't trust Hiro that much yet. He does not have that connection which allows for him to switch out of 'battle mode'.
Ne nods again about the bath scheduling option, and does his best to keep his smile in place despite the faint hum of nervousness running along his skin. “I am sure I will ask for their help for a little while, until I get my own rhythm and timing down. I am rather good at working my internal clock.” He coughs lightly, turning around so he can rest his back against the post he'd been gripping. He lets his eyes travel across the room once more, his hands slipping around the wood behind him, the fingers lacing together so he's held in place, unable to flee despite the urges. “About, what you said. . .About me “freaking out”. I just. . . I need you to know that that is not what happened.”
He glances at the prince, a serious expression on his face before he continues. “Yes, I was on edge, but what happened was my training triggering. I am not sure if this will make sense, but. . .I just want you to know this so you know when you should probably not touch me.” He coughs, looking away in the opposite direction from Hiro. “If I look alert, or my head snaps around to look towards something, even if you can't see it, it's best you not come close until I relax. Instinctively, anything coming close when I'm not looking, comes across as an enemy. It's a good thing for staying alive on the battlefield, but until I get it under control around here it's just too dangerous.” He bites his lip. “If you come upon me and I do not look at you, or if I am practicing and have not acknowledged you, it's best to keep your distance until I at least look at you. . .” He's unsure how all this is coming across to the youth and with a sideways glance he looks at the prince curiously, trying to determine if he's freaking the guy out.
He nods, logging away the times in his head for the meals and also noting that he can ask to be woken up. 'Not that I need that, but it sounds as if, should I need it, the servants will help me keep track of my schedule, should I get wrapped up in something' He can feel his heart skip half a beat as the prince comes and sits on the bed. Being so close, and without seeming to be bothered by it, Hiro's casual nature seems to disturb the soldier more than anything else at the moment. He could relax around his fellow soldiers, around camp at least, but he doesn't trust Hiro that much yet. He does not have that connection which allows for him to switch out of 'battle mode'.
Ne nods again about the bath scheduling option, and does his best to keep his smile in place despite the faint hum of nervousness running along his skin. “I am sure I will ask for their help for a little while, until I get my own rhythm and timing down. I am rather good at working my internal clock.” He coughs lightly, turning around so he can rest his back against the post he'd been gripping. He lets his eyes travel across the room once more, his hands slipping around the wood behind him, the fingers lacing together so he's held in place, unable to flee despite the urges. “About, what you said. . .About me “freaking out”. I just. . . I need you to know that that is not what happened.”
He glances at the prince, a serious expression on his face before he continues. “Yes, I was on edge, but what happened was my training triggering. I am not sure if this will make sense, but. . .I just want you to know this so you know when you should probably not touch me.” He coughs, looking away in the opposite direction from Hiro. “If I look alert, or my head snaps around to look towards something, even if you can't see it, it's best you not come close until I relax. Instinctively, anything coming close when I'm not looking, comes across as an enemy. It's a good thing for staying alive on the battlefield, but until I get it under control around here it's just too dangerous.” He bites his lip. “If you come upon me and I do not look at you, or if I am practicing and have not acknowledged you, it's best to keep your distance until I at least look at you. . .” He's unsure how all this is coming across to the youth and with a sideways glance he looks at the prince curiously, trying to determine if he's freaking the guy out.
Staring at the opposite wall for several hours Lai comes to the conclusion that he likes this wall better than the ones at his house. Sure, they are more interesting and full of pictures and stuff, but the actual blank parts are this blinding white color. Like all houses in heaven actually. Since there is no favoritism up there, everything is equal, everything is the same. A little monotonous, but it keeps thing fair. 'And sure, this is just a gradient between white and black, but still, it's different. . .Maybe that's why I like it? Just because it's different? Ah, who knows' His pointless musings are interrupted by a slight sound from inside the room. He blinks, gasping a little as he had not done so in a while and the sudden moistening stings a little.
Staying as silent as possible he turns his head, realizing that the priest is once more moving. For the longest time it was quite obvious that the guy was asleep. Laisander doesn't move from his spot, knowing that finding him standing outside the room would look more threatening than lounging about against a wall. However after about a minute of listening to sounds from inside the room something happens that makes him, for a moment at least, regret not standing up. The sudden swinging of the door startles him, but as as it can't really hurt him he doesn't feel the urge to flee. Instead he just lets out a yelp as it smacks into his right knee.
He does not respond to the demand right away, instead rubbing at the now slightly sore spot on his knee. When the demon sets the stuff down, the obvious waves of killing intent coming off of him, Lai half smiles, the oddness of the entire situation just a little too much for him. 'Why am I here? Well, a really ridiculous reason actually, but meh, it's a reason' Looking up with his cute little half smile, knowing the expression is completely lost on the creature, he replies simply. “I just wanted to say goodnight Father. I missed you at dinner.” Standing slowly, keeping his hands in sight so the demon doesn't think he's trying to pull anything, his half smile becomes a full smile for a moment before falling into a slightly more serious look.
“Well, there was one other thing.” He folds his hands in front of him, leaning against the wall and dropping his gave. “I am sure you already do it already, but I was hoping that when you pray tonight. . .You could pray, in general, for all those under this roof for the night.” He looks at Xephos, his face set in an expression of complete seriousness. “Since I don't want to pray and alert anyone as to where I am, I feel a bit disconnected. I would be able to sleep better knowing that there was at least the faintest hint of connection to. . . .You know. . . .” He feels really silly for asking, and in truth, he's got the feeling that this may prompt the demon to be careful to exclude him from this nightly prayers, but he can't help but ask. “Suddenly no longer having the host of heaven at your back makes one feel rather alone. . .”
Staying as silent as possible he turns his head, realizing that the priest is once more moving. For the longest time it was quite obvious that the guy was asleep. Laisander doesn't move from his spot, knowing that finding him standing outside the room would look more threatening than lounging about against a wall. However after about a minute of listening to sounds from inside the room something happens that makes him, for a moment at least, regret not standing up. The sudden swinging of the door startles him, but as as it can't really hurt him he doesn't feel the urge to flee. Instead he just lets out a yelp as it smacks into his right knee.
He does not respond to the demand right away, instead rubbing at the now slightly sore spot on his knee. When the demon sets the stuff down, the obvious waves of killing intent coming off of him, Lai half smiles, the oddness of the entire situation just a little too much for him. 'Why am I here? Well, a really ridiculous reason actually, but meh, it's a reason' Looking up with his cute little half smile, knowing the expression is completely lost on the creature, he replies simply. “I just wanted to say goodnight Father. I missed you at dinner.” Standing slowly, keeping his hands in sight so the demon doesn't think he's trying to pull anything, his half smile becomes a full smile for a moment before falling into a slightly more serious look.
“Well, there was one other thing.” He folds his hands in front of him, leaning against the wall and dropping his gave. “I am sure you already do it already, but I was hoping that when you pray tonight. . .You could pray, in general, for all those under this roof for the night.” He looks at Xephos, his face set in an expression of complete seriousness. “Since I don't want to pray and alert anyone as to where I am, I feel a bit disconnected. I would be able to sleep better knowing that there was at least the faintest hint of connection to. . . .You know. . . .” He feels really silly for asking, and in truth, he's got the feeling that this may prompt the demon to be careful to exclude him from this nightly prayers, but he can't help but ask. “Suddenly no longer having the host of heaven at your back makes one feel rather alone. . .”
Heheh, glad I make sense now :P
The 4/10 is ALL magical races, not just magicians. The magicians are only about 1/2 of 1% of all the magical races. While the most prolific, they are not the only magical species. And since only a few magicians rally have any interest in interacting with humans, there are only a few in the human realm at any given moment. Make sense?
Yays for woods :P As for my Mage. . . .He will tell me when I meet him :P I'm still very vague on him as I am trying to wait to meet him until we're done here with everything else. It's not just magicians, it's an entire magical community, and less HP and more. . .Think of it like, where we see the woods may be a small village for those of the magical persuasion. You need to learn the right spell to shift into the "Human's" reality, or find a crack in the wall between dimensions. I see the magical community not being all that big, about numbering at about 40% of the grand total of humans on the planet(For every 100 humans, there are 40 magical beings in the slip dimension). I can see some magical places being in the human dimension, but not many, and I also see some magicals, like Mages and other humanoid races passing into the human dimension regularly to check on them or get something only the human dimension has. I see the mages learning from masters and the land itself. No Avada Kadavra :P
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