The (Un)Real World
Location: The Writer's Beach
Time: Afternoon
Klaara got up and walked off of the plain and onto the black sand, the sun shone brightly in the deep blue sky and the soft crashing of waves soothed the irritating buzz that seemed to follow her around just out of her hearing range. She kicked off her shoes and walked up to one of the bungalows, entered it and slammed the door shut.
Then she let herself pass out of the bed, she was drained. Her body was not the healthiest it could be, all nighters were definitely not a good thing to pull. Especially one that involved so much running around as it did.
While Klaara slept Titania slipped into the room and started to lay out clothing options for her. It was less an act of kindness and more of an act of subterfuge. After all, if she was served, then she would have to serve the Fey.
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Avatar Adventure
Location: The Sea of Chaos
Time: Variable
Nessaj rode hard through the shadowy darkness between worlds, responding to a cry of help from a concerned ally. And it was extremely quickly that the Chaos Knight found Red Mage tied up by great roots in a grassy and airy plane. The Tree of Life Veim stood in front of him, his dark skin reflecting in the infinite warm light.
Nessage brought Armageddon to a heel next to Veim, the burning knight and steed searing the Tree with their presence. [color=dark orange][/color]
"Drop the act Nessaj," Veim said scornfully.
The knight seemed taken aback, but lowered his cludgeon and buckler, [color=dark orange]"Very well."[/color] He looked up at Red Mage and chuckled, [color=dark orange]"So what is this dispute about?"[/color]
The Tree of Life raised his hand and the roots binding Red Mage's mouth uncurled, allowing the Magus to speak. But he held silent. Veim spoke for him,
"The Copy Magus has endangered my last remaining daughter. The Queen Titania has her poisoned with Faerie Dust, and Red Magus here came to ask me how to remove it."
Red Mage looked at Nessaj,
"Long story short, Nature Boy has no clue either. How about you CK?" RM wrinkled his nose at the smell of sulfur emnating from the burning Knight.
Armageddon neighed and shook his head and Nessaj grabbed the reigns and brought the horse under control, [color=dark orange]"Fearie... Dust?"[/color] he replied slowly, sounding out the two words as if they were foreign to his tongue. Then the Chaos Knight jumped in his saddle, [color=dark orange]"Could you not just purge it from her?"[/color]
"What do you mean?"
[color=dark orange]"The Diffusal Blade, could you not use it to purge the dust from her body like you would do with Dust of Appearance?"[/color]
There was silence between the three men. And then after a good three minutes Red Mage spoke up from his place within the curls of the Obsidian Tree,
"Does anyone... know, where the Diffusal blade is?" The other two men shook there head, and then Armageddon nodded. Or at least performed the equivalent of a nod for a horse. The eternal mare then made it clear to all present what the diffusal blade, or rather the Diffusal Blades were.
They were a soul burning set of twin swords given to a specific Anti-Mage so that she could mana burn her foes. Of course that certain Anti-Mage was Kyre Cwanuld of Prybat, and the Diffusal Blades were Talon and Fang. Then came the problem of how to goad two powerful ancient artifacts from the hands of an intoxicated woman, much less to use it on her.
"Well, I'll get right to that," and the Red Magus vanished into the ethereal winds.
Avatar Adventure
Location: Rising Dawn|In Transit
Time: Morning
The Spectre Red Mage appeared next to Kurumu and placed a firm hand on her shoulder. He glared at the Succubus and almost growled as he spoke,
"A little horsie told me about a pact you made." Then he leaned closer to Kurumu's ear,
"and get me the swords that Kyre carried around. We can use them to clean her body of the Faerie Dust. Do this without alerting her, or she may turn on us. Fairy DUst makes people very irrational."
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Kyre was sitting at the window seat again, gazing out toward the earth that was zooming past them, enthralled by the beauty of the flowing rivers of Canada. Especially the one that fed into the Niagara Falls that they passed over about five minutes ago. She smiled absently and picked at a bowl of fresh strawberries that Titania had left for her. The berries were remarkably sweet and lifted her already high spirits. There was so much color, and flavor, and wonder in the world, she couldn't figure out why so many people wished to bring it's destruction.
But the pretext of innocent thought hid a dialogue underneath.
Kill her, kill her and then she will forever be with you. She can never leave you. There was that image of the still warg girl, bleeding with a face frozen in the last gasps for life. Kyre found a strange peace in those dead unseeing eyes, and a strange warmth in her cold sticky skin. But yet another part of her screamed
It is not love then, but rather just enslaving yourself to a lifeless doll. These words brought back the smiling face of a young man she had met, with long white hair and stormy grey eyes. Lore Frost, had been his name.
What was it he said? Kyre knew what he had said. There is no true freedom, just slavery you are happy with.
