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This Right Here? : Say Anything!

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If you’re thinking, “Man I need a good roleplay that makes sense,” let me tell you...just let me tell you about a little something called This Right Here. So basically this RP is a place where ANYTHING GOES, sort of.

I’ll warn you, and inform you now, though. If you’re a person who doesn’t deal well with cringe-humor, grammatical/spelling mistakes, and--well--frick-diddly-nonsense then this is not the place for you.

In short, this will be a world where most things will snowball out of control. Where you can let loose the metaphorical dragon of your ridiculous and ludicrous mind. It’ll be somewhere that you can just relax, be casual, and enjoy a good meta-anti-supercalifragilisticexpialidocious-joke. It shall be a place for memes, dreams, horror, fantasy, sci-fi, and nonsense dreams. Every and any genre may show up. It’s a RP where many seemingly disparate things will be going on, where things may well be a clusterfuck.

IF I HAD TO BE CONCISE. THE RP WILL BE SHITPOST HEAVEN. THE PEARL GATES OF THE SEWER STAR ARE OPEN AND YOU’VE GOT AN INVITATION.

Unless that’s not your jam. In which case, maybe go find some peanut butter.

I don’t know man. It’s whatever. As to the “lore” of this world, well ANYTHING GOES, at least initially. Eventually things will start having some kind of internal logic, but until then ALL STEAM AHEAD, LET LOOSE THE HOGS, FALL UPON THE FIRES OF HELL, PARTY LIKE A ROCKSTAR….OTHER OBSCURE SILLINESS.

The Hub

Various links will go here. Who knows, maybe we'll use some kind of new fangled chat platform. Like, uh, Skype?

"THAT'S NOT NEW!, USE DISCORD!"

What's that? D-discord? Um. Okaay. Whatever that is....

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Does this look like anything except a placeholder? I hope not.

This Right Here? : Say Anything!

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⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

ℳℵaecilia ℛea' ℰlh ℳoncere. . . . . . . . . . . . .

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^{M N A E C I L I A R E A ' E L H M O N C E R E
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Three-hundred-twenty-eight.♦ Female. ♦ Prae. ♦ Proxy.

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Standing at 5'7 and weighing in at 128 lbs, she is a rather lithe prae, typically wearing a ceremonial eye covering that shields her startling white eyes from others, and the world from her gaze. Her form could be considered healthy with an above average figure for a prae woman. She moves with a regal grace becoming of one with her station. Despite her gaze being obscured, many a prae have faltered at her presence and withered beneath her scrutiny.

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Personality

Will update. Unsure of how to explain it currently.

Notable Traits:

• Confident.
• Believes in TRUTH.
• Adores the God-Queen and holds her to be above all else (in importance. God-Queen is top priority always).
• Intelligent.
• Observant.
• Serious.
• Dislikes having her time wasted as she sees it as an affront to her cause.
• Fair and Just, but unyielding once she makes a decision proper.

History

Revealed ICly.

Relations

Aevyrion vec Lyvaeris: Twin sister.
Maerysir lye Lyvaeris: Younger sister.
Lillith Lyvaeris: Youngest sister.

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Belongings

Communicator: Something of an implant, Mnaecilia has a high tech trans-planar communicator made with prae technology. The ‘item’ is not visible due to being subtly worked into her body and protected by a variety of methods--primarily through shielding and the enchanted durability of the materials it is composed from.

Heirloom: Something of a signet ring that she was given by her mother, this family heirloom is a reminder of her relatives even though she seldom sees them. The item is incredibly durable--clearly enchanted--and she continues the long standing tradition of repeatedly imbuing it with vis so that even when their family is gone...the ring will still remain.

She wears the ring on her left index finger.

Equipment

Ritual Cloth: A single length of opaque black cloth that remains wrapped around her arms. This cloth is engraved with what appear to be faint runes, which do not glow and are only visible at a closer inspection. This cloth seals her vis, stabilizing it within her form so as to keep her Manifest under control. Further, the cloth serves to conceal the appearance of her markings and to somewhat suppress her awareness of vis. The material is much more durable than it appear as it is enchanted by a constant flow of vis from Mnaecilia herself. She is fully capable of using them to block most mundane weaponry and, with further augmentation and a fair deal of skill she may even use it to dampen or block some vis-based assaults. Wrapping the cloth around someone else will have the same effects as it does on her, but they will appear to affect others more than they do her.

Ceremonial Veil: Always draped over her eyes and forehead where it remains despite outside interference, Mnaecilia's veil has two purposes. The first is to dampen her ability to perceive and affect vis, while the second is to seal off her eyes excepting in extreme circumstances. As such, the veil is seemingly impossible to remove or destroy, both protecting and restricting access to her eyes at all times.

Prism: A refractive crystal typically used by Mirage prae to seal beings within; Mnaecilia's Prism is instead utilized to store vis in addition to containing Crescendo, on occasion.

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Mental Skills

Prae Telepathy: As common an ability as it is among her kind, it is one that is seldom mastered. Like many magical and psychic talents, the art of Telepathy is a complex one, though it is defined by a small number of relatively simple concepts. One might boil Telepathy down to the art of communicating mind-to-mind without physical medium in order to transmit emotions, sensory impressions, and the abstract idea. While human telepathy and even licentia telepathy tend to have abject limitations based on the physiology and psychology of both the sender and receiver, prae telepathy takes things a step further. Most notable perhaps is their ability to treat thought, emotion, and sensation like a computer would files, allowing them to codify, encrypt, decrypt, zip, and unpack information and send it through not just their own vis, but ambient vis as well. While doing this with human or licentia telepathy typically results in information loss or corruption, doing so via the prae method does not due to the way the information is passed on; though communication between realms is still nigh impossible without a medium more stable than ambient vis.

Of course, despite its superiority above the telepathy of other races, Mnaecilia’s unique connection with the God-Queen has barred her from certain uses of her incredibly powerful talent. So it is that as long as she wears the Ceremonial Veil and Ritual Cloth she cannot use her telepathy to assault the mind of another being regardless of race or strength. Despite this weakness, mental barriers serve little to no purpose against her, allowing her to transmit thoughts, impressions, emotions, and sensations over a vast distance with minimal effort.

While Prae Telepathy can certainly be used to lull another being into believing that transmitted thoughts, emotions, impressions, or sensations are their own, Mnaecilia’s is not unless she enters her Manifest. As such, so long as she does not do the aforementioned all transmitted information is undeniably distinct from the mind of the receiver and its contents, allowing them to immediately recognize the presence of a foreign psyche.

Analytical and Emotional Intelligence: As one might expect from a spiritual leader among her people, Mnaecilia has an incredible capacity for understanding both the mindstate of others as well as the world around her to an exacting degree. She is able to--even without her telepathy and empathy--discern the general emotional state of people in her direct vicinity provided that she can hear, smell, and/or touch them. If she utilizes her vision as well, this perception gains an even more potent clarity as her gaze pierces the veil of deception and trickery to unearth the truth of the world around her. Similarly she is quick witted, observant, and beholden to the truth making her difficult to fool even on the worst of days. Yet, perhaps because of her nature she is less likely to have sympathy for those who lie to her and so a small untruth can lead to a rather significant consequence. In short: Woe shall fall upon those who dare deceive this proxy, for through her they deceive the God-Queen herself.

Physical Skills

Martial Training: As a proxy, Mnaecilia must be prepared for the possibility of violence in the pursuit for the truth and the continued prosperity of their illustrious race. As such she was trained in the martial skills and while not what one would call a true warrior, she is no slouch in combat. Capable of handling a number of weapons as well as conducting herself without them, Mnaecilia has gone through extensive training regimes to make sure that she is in shape and ready for whatever the world throws at her in her services to the Will of the God-Queen. As a result she has considerable stamina, enough physical resilience to take a couple of armed hits with little to no damage, and of course sufficient physical strength and speed to allow her to match most combatants that don’t completely outclass her. One would consider her martial skills smack dab in the middle between “Novice,” and “Master.”

Magical Skills

Domineering Presence: A result of her Divine Connection, her bearing and her mastery of the art of Telepathy, Mnaecilia’s presence acts much like a physical force as she strides through the world with confidence and purpose. For a prae, standing in her presence is both exhilarating and terrifying for to do so is to be as spiritually close to the God-Queen as most will ever get. This effect can cover a radius anywhere between 10 and 85 meters, though its usual range gravitates towards the lower end of the spectrum. This ‘aura’ fades in strength only once outside of the aforementioned radius, though it does so more drastically if it is stretched over a greater distance to begin with. As a result, her presence and imminent arrival can typically be detected several minutes before one ever sees her, lending a sense of imminent jubilation or doom depending on the relative innocence of those affected.

It should be noted that Mnaecilia is entirely in control of her Presence at all times; allowing her to extend its breadth over a 20 meter radius when under the effects of her limiting garments. It is only when these garments are removed and her Manifest unleashed that it may expand past this point. Furthermore, due to her control over this Presence, the proxy may focus it more intensely on someone if she chooses to, essentially mimicking the effects of a piercing--and all seeing--gaze at will. Perhaps most frightening is the fact that she can do this to up to 8 people at a time though the effects on them will vary depending on their mental resilience and race.

*Prae are more susceptible to this ability than the other races due to the influence of the God-Queen.

Divine Connection: A connection that all proxy are afforded once they have gone through their initiation; the Divine Connection is one established via ritual between the God-Queen and a Proxy. This link, once established, allows the God-Queen’s Will in its purest form, as an impression, be passed onto any--and all--proxies. This lets them act in accordance to her wishes even without any direct input from her. Additionally, this link allows proxies one other boon, that being one of temporary infusion for the in their times of need, a proxy may draw vis from the God-Queen, bolstering all of their abilities drastically. The extent to which their abilities can be bolstered depends on their capacity, which is improved via rigorous training and regular rituals to strengthen their bond to their eminent Queen. It should be noted that a proxy’s rank is decided by three factors, which are as follows:

The clarity, accuracy, and frequency of their interpretation of the God-Queen’s Will; the depth of their intelligence, devotion, and spiritual wisdom; and of course their capacity to receive and weather the power of the God-Queen in times of need both great and small.

Imbuement: An inherent ability among prae, Imbuement allows a prae to impart their vis not just to individuals upon their death, but into objects or people to influence them magically. While this ability has many uses, its two most common applications being telekinesis and enchantment. To initiate this ability a prae must either establish direct contact with their desired target or transfer their vis from an already imbued object/entity into their new ‘target(s).’ Once this first step is accomplished a prae may manipulate the imbued object in a wide variety of ways. In the case of telekinesis, a prae imbues an object or substance with their vis and then ‘binds’ the vis to the structure of the material, allowing them to move it according to their will. Enchantment on the other hand is typically more complex and, as it turns out, is Mnaecilia’s specialty.

While Imbuement-Telekinesis merely binds an object or entity’s structure with the user’s vis and then moves it, Imbued-Enchantment is the act of altering the inherent structure and properties of a given object, substance, or material in some way. While those unskilled in Imbued-Enchantment might only be capable of bolstering the base properties of their chosen article, someone with greater mastery of the art can do incredible things; often resulting in the properties of the final product being wildly more exotic than before.

A chief example of this departure into the exotic is Mnaecilia’s primary weapon: Crescendo, which takes Priscan air and vis to create an object that not only exerts its own force, but also acts more like a solid object than a gas. Due to the incredible amounts of vis packed into Crescendo it doesn’t exert physical force normally. Instead the Vae Maoris may output almost any amount of kinetic energy on impact--or in close proximity--to itself so long as it possesses vis to fuel the process. As such, even passing contact with Crescendo can result in a disproportionate amount of structural damage.

*Vae Maoris: A term utilized by prae to describe enchanted objects created via imbuement. The term is roughly equivalent for the human/licentia term “Artifact,” which is used to describe incredibly powerful enchanted items. However, unlike Artifacts, Vae Maoris include substances that have been sufficiently altered by Imbuement.

Crescendo: Depicted in her appearance, Crescendo is a unique one-of-a-kind construct composed of approximately one ton worth of Priscan air infused with enough vis to blow clear through a twenty foot thick wall of steel. By compacting this vis-infused Priscan gas into a crescent-shaped construct bound to her will, Mnaecilia has managed to create an object with incredible--if unconventional--durability, cutting power and utility. As almost any object infused with a prae’s vis, Crescendo can be moved telekinetically within a certain range of the proxy, allowing her to use it as both a defensive and offensive tool as she wishes. By exerting the incredible forces contained within the construct she may cleave through most materials and magics with varying amounts of effort depending on their durability.

Conversely, she may exert these forces inwards or outwards on a flat plane perpendicular to the edge of the bladed crescent, effectively allowing her to create a powerful force either that can be used for a variety of purposes. With focus, this force can be applied inwards in a more particular fashion, allowing Mnaecilia to ‘anchor’ Crescendo to herself, an individual, or an object with significantly less vis--provided it is not being actively infused by a wielder. Once ‘anchored,’ Mnaecilia may move herself, the individual, or object(s) in question as if she brought them telekinetically under her sway, but only so long as Crescendo remains anchored. This allows her to amplify her own speed, resilience, as well as allowing her flight even outside of her Manifest.

Manifest: Ascendant Nova

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Discarding her restrictive garments, Mnaecilia may unveil her Manifest, the removal of her scarf and veil resulting in a tremendous eruption of force as her vis pushes against the limits of her ostium. So fierce is this shockwave that it sunders even Crescendo, scattering the construct over a wide area. Her eyes and skin begin to glow with mottled blue light, revealing her once unseen markings. Thin formations of metal overlay her skin, her markings connecting them as they reveal themselves. Those upon her back spread into the air as her vis suffuses them and gives them physical form, causing air to condense as her vis wrests control of it from nature itself, condensing it rapidly.

A shortness of breath briefly results before winds gradually escalate in intensity, ever flowing inwards towards the proxy. Light takes on a bluish hue as her vis saturates it, metal fragments forming as if from thin air to create the outline of wings at her back. The metallic substance continues to form around her throughout the duration of her Manifest.

While her Manifest is active, Mnaecilia becomes capable of infusing objects, materials, and substances with her vis merely via proximity. The state amplifies the range of her Presence, the potency and application of her Telepathy, but most of all it brings to bear the terrifying power of her Imbuement. So long as she is in this state she can freely enchant and manipulate ‘objects’ infused with her vis, endowing numerous qualities to them in the process. However, unlike a normal prae whose Manifest can only be active for a limited amount of time, Mnaecilia’s tremendous stores of vis coupled with her connection to the God-Queen mean that she is feasibly capable of maintaining her Manifest indefinitely. Of course, this has its downsides, as it has always, with the most serious one being that without the God-Queen’s vis her Manifest will remain active until her vis is completely depleted, which will kill her. This reveals the true purpose of the Ceremonial Veil and Ritual Cloth, which act as limiters for her mutated Ostium and tremendous stores of vis. Without those two items--particularly the Ritual cloth--Mnaecilia’s Manifest would inadvertently kill or drive her into a coma. Such is the price for so great a power.

*With the boon of the God-Queen’s Divine Connection, Mnaecilia will not die from her Manifest, but may be struck unconscious when her own vis runs out, leaving the God-Queen to trickle in enough vis to keep her alive, if unconscious.

The Prophecy

I'onriyi Stonehand

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Though he only caught her seating herself from the corner of his eye—leading him to if he had seen things properly—the enchanter made sure to pay special mind to his guest from that moment on. When she set about answering his questions, clearly eager to please, all he could do to hide his growing amusement was to use his bread to mask his mouth. Periodically he took bites from it, watching her as he ate, absorbing what she was telling him and sorting it mentally. He had never met an angel before, let alone an archangel, so this was truly a novel encounter, and that thought combined with the reminder of the associates he had made the day prior finally brought him to a breaking point.

So it was that as she finished her explanation he burst out, laughing for a brief moment. It would be the most cheer she had seen from him yet, something of a treat given his normal demeanor, and to think he wasn't even drinking! After a moment or two to recover his wits, I'on shook his head, a smile upon his lips as he spoke. "Oh my, I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you, it's just," he chuckled lightly and shook his head again, grinning, "Well, I came across a number of...let's call them interesting folk last night and now, this morning, an archangel possessing a deigan girl stumbles through my doorstep." Letting out an uncharacteristic chortle, the mage turned to gaze into the fire, a wistful look coming into his eyes as he pondered his current circumstances.

A long minute passed before, rather abruptly, he rose to his feet and stepped over to the steeping tea. As he checked it—and found it ready—he continued their conversation. "It is very possible that the other two that I may consider traveling with are...of the more unsavory variety. I mean to meet with them later today because they owe me an explanation or two." He cast a sidelong glance her way as he finished removing the sieve, turning his gaze away as he went about locating some cups.

"Though I have a small measure of prior dealings with the aforementioned two, their explanation will let me make a decision as to their trustworthiness. I expect that whatever they tell me will be...insufficient to garner that trust. Of course, regardless I think I would like to have you along. Perhaps I might find a way to allow young Male'dai to sleep and so restore some of her reserves." He set the tea pot, and then the two thick cups on the table and poured each of them some tea before walking over to get some sugar. Without asking her preference, he put two cubes of the stuff in her cup, before letting one fall into his own.

Sitting down he met her gaze once more. Taking a deep breath, he focused his energies and his will. Bringing a hand over his tea, palm downwards, fingers relaxed the penin's features took on a look of concentration.

After a brief moment, he intoned, "Thoph dregoth. Harteor thoph dregoth menrirl." His fingers moved in tiny delicate patterns as he said the words in the arcane language, an incredibly small amount of magical energy passing from his fingertips invisibly. The invisible wisps made threads, traveling into his tea, suffusing it briefly, before steam rose from the cup and then in a gentle wind dispersed outwards with a gentle puff of air. The process had taken about seven or so seconds. That done, the penin lowered his hand, took up his cup and took a sip of tea.

He winced slightly, it was still a bit hotter than he'd like, but no matter. Acting as if he hadn't just used magic for the most mundane of tasks—cooling tea—the penin mage turned his attention back to her.

"All that business aside. Male'dai is an arcanist. While she can't use her magic now, I wouldn't mind knowing the extent of her abilities," he smiled at 'them' and took another sip of his tea. He didn't wince this time.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Outsider

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Having opted to fly the others most of the way back to HQ for the sake of expedience, he swapped forms and entered the building with the others, the surge of emotions and clarity from using his powers still quite potent. Despite the devastating loss of tinkertech, one side of Outsider's lips remained perked upwards slightly. Just experiencing the world clearly brought him a certain joy that was almost impossible to dampen.

Then there was a loud concussive explosion and debris flew everywhere. Still standing by the entrance to the apartment, he shielded himself, though it proved largely unnecessary. When the dust cleared he looked to his teammates, to find them relatively unharmed. Kyoshi's mouth moved, in reply to yelled words from...somewhere? He couldn't entirely understand her words, but he acted nonetheless.

Jaw tight he spoke, yelling so his teammates could hear him over the ringing left over from the explosion, "I'M GOING TO CHECK THIS OUT," he said, giving them a meaningful look before he jogged through the apartment to the blasted hole in the wall. He shot a glare across the gap between buildings to where he saw...a kid in a costume. Eyes narrowing he did something that in his normal mindstate he might not have, he ran towards the gaping hole in the wall and leapt out into the open air. Curling into a ball midair Outsider activated his power.

Air was violently displaced as his Second Vessel manifested into being, his senses shifting into place along with a distinct nausea, both from hurtling downwards, and from swapping bodies. It lasted only seconds, and then he swooped upwards through the air and shot directly towards the other cape's location. However, thinking somewhat better of it he stopped halfway across the distance and swam through the air lazily, his senses tuned to the kid.

He could hear the sound of other voices in the building, specifically the room, where the cape was standing. Either teammates or hostages...and given that none of them were moving much or making intelligible noises, he'd guess that they were hostages.

Not good. He also couldn't barrel through a building. It seemed the cape had actually planned fairly well for assaulting them. He was offsetting the rest of the Minutemen by keeping a distance, while neutralizing his own effectiveness by being both inside a structure and near what he was fairly certain were civilians. A low dissonant growl vibrated through the area, emanating from nowhere in particular. The sound didn't stop like a normal growl might, instead becoming more intense, vibrating through things. It wasn't harmful at all, but it was disconcerting to say the least.

"You've got one minute to give us a good reason not to retaliate," Outsider intoned in his hollow voice, the growl continuing throughout. It was clear that he was not at all pleased by the current situation.

One Piece: New Horizons!

Lilliana Merrycure

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Listening as she began glancing between nakama to check for wounds, she had made her way to Boone by the time he started giving orders. As he revealed the gun shot wound she frowned, but nodded and directed him to sit down somewhere. Once situated she glanced up at him, making sure he was ready, before she let a bit of B-MO slip into the wound. It would hurt, but not as much as bullet extraction normally would. She had applied a small amount of numbing agent and antiseptic to the bit of B-MO that had pried the bullets out. Once done she began cleaning the outside of the wound and then wrapping it tightly to help staunch the bleeding and let it heal. When she had finished she checked Boone over and dealt with any minor injuries before moving on to the next crewmate: Feya.

Setting bones, giving her shots with her special healing elixir and tending to anything else, it took her significantly longer for her to finish helping Feya. Any complains would be met with a sharp look and little else. Her elixir helped with the pain significantly, but it was still an unpleasant endeavor. To finish she gave the woman another two shots, though one of them was something to make her sleep—a high dosage given the woman's stubborn nature and incredible constitution. She left her with orders, from one doctor to another, to stay in bed for awhile and rest up. The drug would set in soon enough to make sure she listened.

Despite any fussing, she took care of Caeser next, as Bonesword seemed largely intact and really only needed a hug, some headpats, and a glass of milk. Dirk and Slick were perhaps the easiest to take care of given that neither of them had really come out too roughed up. Though it appeared that Dirk had taken quite the punch to the face.

After tending to everyone she returned to the helm of the ship with Boone and sat down, watching their approach to Clock Town with a small smile. She wondered what wonderful things they might find there.

The Prophecy

I'onriyi Stonehand

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At being corrected, the penin raised an eyebrow; his mind recounting her introduction, her inclusion of gestures now somewhat more meaningful. A small light came into his eyes as his curiosity was stoked, his thoughts clawing their way up from the grogginess of his mind. Her words now put those prior into a new light, and it was one far more intriguing than he had first thought. Despite this he kept quiet, his expression remained the same as he paid attention to her words and expressions.

He was not disappointed either, for her expressions tickled him, while her words both stirred his pride. His impression of her was shifting, for before she had seemed a mild oddity, worthy of some attention, and some food, but little else. Now however, it appeared that he may have stumbled upon a gem. Though it remained to be seen whether it was a diamond in the rough or something with less potential.

Checking the tea, the penin mage mulled over her words, turning them in his mind as he stirred the water somewhat. It was beginning to bubble slightly, nearly boiling. "Hmm," he said, shooting her a pensive glance as he walked back to the counter and made sure the herbs were prepared. He drew out a kettle and opened the top, preparing it for the water that would soon be ready.

Once done he turned back to her, noticing that she was still standing. His eyes flicked to a chair near her and he gestured to it. "Sit," he said sternly. Once she was settled he found that his thoughts were sufficiently organized for him to give her a proper response, or at least the beginnings of one.

"So to tackle one thing at a time, let me see if I am interpreting this right. You are two people, the body—Male'dai—and the one to whom I now speak: Nimbus." While a question was implied, he gave her no time to respond, unless she decided to nod or shake her head in affirmation. "An apprentice and an archangel, what a strange combination, if I am understanding correctly?" He checked the water again, allowing her a moment to respond as he found that it was finished.

Taking the boiling pot of water in his hands—their bony exoskeleton protecting him from the heat—he brought it over to the kettle and poured some of the water in, before placing the pot someone out of the way to cool. He brushed off his hands, before placing the herbs in the kettle, still in their sieve. Finished he turned back to Nimbus, he supposed, and took a seat across from her.

He took another bite out of his bread before crossing his arms; his gaze on Nimbus. "As to your goal..." he let his words hang a moment, "...I admit I am somewhat impressed." He held up a finger, "However, we have also just met, so I have—I think—understandable reservations about your accompanying me. On one hand you have caught me at, well, something of an advantageous time I suppose, since I am soon to set out on a adventure proper. Of course, I am not sure of my destination nor the exact purpose of this journey, but I must go despite this."

He paused a moment, considering that he was telling her quite a bit. He changed tacts, "As such, to take you along, I think I would need to know you better and, furthermore, understand what you are capable of. After all, I can hardly take someone along with me who I would have to babysit," while it was said with a measure of severity, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a glint showing in his eyes. He was teasing her it seemed. If only mildly.

The Prophecy

Oops.

The Prophecy

Actually, I'll just post it, should be fine I think.

The Prophecy

@Dark Jack in my post that I'm working on now, I'on gives Male'dai a moment to respond to something he says (basically him confirming that Nimbus and Male'dai are two people sharing a body, with the former being an archangel and the latter being the apprentice arcanist). I want to keep writing from there, so is it likely that she'll just confirm his suspicions on this bit and not say much else, or should I cut the post short and let you respond somewhat (or perhaps send you the question so you can write a small bit for me to insert into my post)?