Sage

Sanctuary

@Fat Boy Kyle

Wow what a perfect gif, you still got the Kyle gif?

Sanctuary

Who even are you people?

@Fat Boy Kyle

Boy if you don't getcho Pokémon trainer name....

"Fat Boy Kyle wants to battle!"
"Fat Boy Kyle sent out Bulbasaur!"
"Oh no what is Fat Boy Kyle doing?!"
"Fat Boy Kyle ate Bulbasaur!"
"Wtf Fat Boy Kyle?"

Sanctuary

@Sage

Oh hey it’s that guy

@Skai

Don't you have college to do?

Sanctuary

@Skai

I remember you guys

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

I'm here.

Sanctuary

Oh yeah

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Ayy keep it movin.

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Heightened Opportunities

Collab with: @yoshua171

Having finished with the pair, Roger waded through the crowd of people, many of whom were discussing what the forming Resistance might be doing exactly. Roger made excuses to some who tried to engage him in regards to said subject before moving on. He had been on his way to find the odd fellow wearing a kimono when it had dawned on him just who the Licentia was. An Eximius lord... Roger gaped, swallowing hard. After a few moments of trying to gather his courage, the speaker failed and so turned away. He took his phone out and sent a text to Zeki to handle the kimono-clad Licenti, saying he was caught up by other individuals present.

To make sure he wasn't lying, he swiftly made his way through the crowd and over to a dreaded youth who had, for some reason, raised his hand before. Noting his resemblance to one of the people his boss had pointed out to him, smiling to himself he made his way to the darker skinned man and tapped him on the shoulder lightly to get his attention. Xavian turned around slowly, bringing forth a rush of strong, but pleasant herbal aromas that could've probably intoxicated a sharp nose. His eyes were low and relaxed; the fluidity with which he presented himself was rather suave and nonchalant. Having caught the attention of the man who had previously been speaking, Xavian moved his hand to his pants pocket, discreetly placing the stone within. He kept the one hand in his pocket as he tilted his head to the left and raised a brow.

The man before him stood a few inches under him and his skin was indeed fairer than his own mocha-colored complexion. Xavian felt a bit surprised when he realized he was now face to face with the same man who, only minutes ago, was conducting the pep rally that had occured before him. His brow fell back to a neutral position as the muscles in his face relaxed. He spoke calmly, albeit a little slower than normal.

"...am I in trouble?"

Roger smiled and laughed lightly before talking just loud enough for the interestingly calm individual. "No, not at all. A friend pointed you out to me, said you'd likely be leadership material in your own way. So I thought I'd come talk to you, maybe see if you'd like to participate in the first Resistance mission we have planned out." While he talked he looked the taller young man over, wondering just what he was under the influence of--though he was fairly sure that there was at least some marijuana mixed in, the smell was quite strong after all.

Noting this he couldn't help but wonder what Zeki had seen in the young man. Nonetheless, he did as Zeki had told him to, mostly out of trust, though somewhat out of duty, he did sort of work for the guy.

Xavian let the question settle; he had been preparing himself to run in case he was, in fact, in trouble. But now he realized he was face to face with a completely different situation. 'Dem want fi recruit me? I'm no soldier...' he thought as his expression shifted to one of wonder. He took a brief moment to look around him, gauging the flow of the gathering. It seemed he had been hand picked from the crowd, which made him feel confused more than anything. He had never been a soldier before, and he could tell that this land was on the brink of some sort of conflict. A conflict he had undeniably tangled himself up in just by showing up. What he could not ignore, however, was the potential benefits of working in a leadership position. It was quite obvious that the "mission" that had been mentioned was no ordinary task, meaning it would be no ordinary pay, assuming there was compensation to begin with. Either way, it was the kind of experience that would look extremely attractive on a college application.

"Ya wan' me to help you, brotha'? Well..." he began as he tilted his head to the side once more, "...are you the good guys?" It was apparent in his tone that he was a bit lost on the politics, unable to discern who was right or wrong. While he did feel it was unfair to prejudice a whole species, he couldn't help but aknowledge the logic behind the Prae's decison. The Licentia were quite a heavy presence. "I don't fight others' wars. But... if ya can promise me some pay, I'll help ya, mon. IF you're the good guys, 'nah mean?" His words left little room for bullshit. Although calm, his tone was firm and genuine. The way his words flowed out, combined with his lost glare, made it clear that anything besides the truth would not be worthy of his attention.

Roger nodded, listening to the young man's words and thinking for a moment before smiling again and speaking up, "If you consider the Prae wrongly prosecuting Licentia and lowering them to second or third class citizens, on top of the unexplained disappearance of late the acts of the good guys then I'd have some doubts about your personal sense of right and wrong." There was laughter in his eyes as he said it, revealing that he doubted the young man would believe something so clearly ludicrous.

"We're fighting to stop these disappearances, to stop the prejudice, and to see what the Prae really want." He nodded and his brow screwed up in thought, a mixture of worry and focus in his expression as he spoke again, edging closer to the young man so they could hear one another better. "Between you and me, I think the Prae aren't here for our benefit, you know, for the greater good of humanity. I think they're here for personal gain. It's just the sense I get ya know? Not that I have anything to prove it yet."

He stopped a moment and glanced in Zeki's direction, capable of sensing the man through their contract, before glancing at Xavian again "In terms of pay, I think Zeki might be able to help with that. At the very least I can get you something as compensation, though I can't promise what. He'll be at the meeting that you're invited to later and you can talk to him then, maybe make a more final decision. That sound alright?"

Xavian's eyes followed the man's glance to the side, but he was unable to find what he had looked at. He then nodded, removing his hand from his pocket and rubbing the back of his neck as he rolled it to relax its muscles. From what he understood, this was no black and white conflict. Instead, an ongoing hostility had set the stage for a call of duty; the man had mentioned disappearances and that troubled Xavian. He had been able to catch the cries of various people who responded to the man when he spoke on the stage. This only meant that the disappearances were real: people were actually missing.

"Ya... that sounds fine, brotha. I'll be there."

"Alright, I'll see you there then," he said with a smile before he bowed his head before bowing out of the conversation.

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Ya I'm good to go.

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

"Zodo...my favorite."

The young man savored the sweet, gold-orange smoke that hugged his lungs for a brief moment. His eyelids gradually lowered to a rest, half down the white of his eye, which was now turning a reddish-pink. Between his thumb and index finger, now relaxing by the side of his frame, was a thick, rolled blunt, wrapped in some sort of mango paper. The paper was thick and sticky; it not only smelled, but also tasted like the islander's favorite fruit. Yet, the orange smoke that now circled his head was caused by the actual herb within the blunt. The dense, but bloomy Zodiac Lotus was a vibrant mix of crimson and orange bud. It stuck together with a crystalline dew, adding a golden shimmer to the herb. Its outward beauty was only but a testament to its appeal, especially to Xavian's people. Unlike the cannabinoid he was previously enjoying, this herb was known for its hard hitting, psychedelic elevation. Xavian held a blunt worthy of being called a cigar ~ one that was a third of the way finished, but had lasted for about four days already. The powerful nature of the Zodiac Lotus called for only about 2 - or for the more curious, 3 - long hits. 3 was the occasional dosage for Xavian. Or at least it was now, he decided, as he lifted the blunt to his lips. His mouth gently wrapped around the wrap and he drew in a gentle stream of air, smoothly guiding the thick, aromatic smoke into his inner airways. He felt the heat brush his throat, while the dew washed over it like a sweet honey.

Around him, the crowds had grown stronger. The numbers increased to the point in which the warehouse appeared packed. Xavian had slowly walked near to the center of one of the most frontal masses of people. There, he had found a little pocket of space, one which the surrounding people let him safely occupy due to his well-sized build. As the last cloud of smoke escaped his lips, he could sense his mood changing to one of blissful neutrality. He did indulge in a faint euphoria that tickled the back of his conscience. However, what was more important was the fact that he could feel, within him, a stirring energy. One, that like always, resonated, almost as if a part of something much greater. He usually could not feel this deep vibrato, except on select occasion while on the Zodo herb itself. Naturally, he wondered if it was a sound that he was deaf to by default, unlike the others around him, who clearly held some magical potential.

The herb's effects began settling in just as the crowd seemed to jump up in excitement at the speaker's words. He could feel strong forces pulling him towards certain directions. He compared his physical presence to that of a magnet in a sea of distant magnets. However, what little "magnetic" force he did feel, he accredited to some innate, minimal life that did dwell within him. Of course, there was some depth to the manner in which this "energy" worked. He had no clue, but being an organic unit himself, he believed that it was not beyond his understanding. If one could feel it, one could question it.



Suddenly, his vision began shifting as the trip picked up the pace. He slowly returned his hand to a small tube strapped to his belt. He dropped the blunt into the tube and popped the slide cap back on. Around him, time seemed to slow as colors came to life, moving and dancing as if they had some sort of dimensional presence. Images blended together; at this point, Xavian conceded that his sense of sight was not the tool guiding his body through the crowd. No, he was relying on something else. It was an illusive synesthesia of complex nature: he acted, moved, and performed to every impulse with a unified sense. Gone was sight, smell, hearing, taste, and touch. It was replaced by an ancient instinct, one most likely established when life was simply a coincidence of matter. All he could sense was energy.

On the outside, he seemed fined. Maybe a little stoned, as his eyes were low and his movements relaxed and fluid. But no one could tell, that from within, he was experiencing a huge influx of energy every time the crowd cried out in unison, responding to whoever held the mic. He looked to the right, feeling the presence of some sort of otherworldy creature. It must have been a Lycenti. The energy was solid, unlike his. Yet the volume of energy was so great, he felt shaken by the thought of holding such power. Xavian relaxed a little, feeling he was having a power trip in which he desired to experience such high volumes of energy. Just as he began to shift his focus back onto the speaker, something struck the back of his calf at a high speed. He slowly looked down wards and noticed a strange rock situated between his shoes.

He picked up the rock and examined it, almost losing himself in the patterns on the object. He wasn't sure what it looked like, but he could feel that it was beautiful. Strong, too, possibly. "Dis feels... like tuition money, ya feel?" he chuckled as he spoke to himself in a raspy voice. He moved the rock over in his hand, feeling it out. He had realized that such an item was rather valuable. It had struck him during a moment in which the crowd stirred - a moment that seemed to continue now, as people bumped into Xavian.

Within the little rowdy spur, Xavi felt someone brush past his figure. In that moment, he had first assumed the rock was snatched from his hand. However, when the crowd relaxed and he still held it within his hand, he realized it was a little pulse given off by the rock."Oh my... de ting do magic, too!" he said with a tight smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

Still feeling influenced by the Zodiac Lotus, Xavian felt no need to stop and force himself to think of the best solution. It was just a rock, after all. Maybe it belonged to someone or maybe he was just too high and was admiring a basic stone. Whatever the case, he figured the best thing to do, in case it was someone's item, was to hold it up for them to notice it. From a distance, however, due to the fact that his whole hand covered the rather small rock, it would appear that he was raising his hand.