OOC Duel Thread

The Heir sighs and pulls out a pocket watch, he twists it back a bit and vanishes, he walks back a bit later.
"There, I wasted a ton of time figuring out what could have been explained in a few minutes."

the spark opens his eyes and looks up with an evil grin and cold black eyes

'grace darling?'

'cut your hair off'

The Muse tips her head to the side

"I don't believe I ever told you my true name myself, whoever you are. I like my hair a lot, but I can cut it if you want!"

The Heir raises his sword and smacks the Duke's head with it's side as hard as he can.

the spark pauses for a second

'strange, normally with names it does not matter who you tell, anyone can use it'

he moves close in front of her

'and you did tell me'

'i am always here, watching and waiting for my sister to waiver and let me grab the reins for a time'

'so i command you grace cut your hair off or so help me i will com-'

suddenly a feminine voice resounds in the minds of everyone around

'ENOUGH'

the spark's eyes widen suddenly and he pulls back and clutches his face as he begins to glow white

a flash of white almost blinds everyone and when the light fades the spark stands, his face looking finer, slightly more feminine

he speaks in a gentler voice

'my apologies for my brother dear grace'

he touches her cheek with his hand as his pure white eyes return to they normal duality

he blinks and groans and looks around

'thank the Author i did not do anything'

he sags onto the floor and holds his head in his hands

"Well... I probably jumped the gun there." He looks at the Duke.

The Mage has stared at everything in confusion. He also wonders about this whole "True name" thing...

It's clear that the Spark is hiding something, heck, he even said so himself, but the Mage can't seem to figure it out. Though he doesn't really care much, he never was great with names anyways, he already forgot the names of everyone here.

For a moment he wonders if he found people who are more insane then him. He then wonders if he should feel happy about it or insulted.

He lets his mind wander and the static of the Furthest Ring fills it. He talks to the Noble Circle if they understand what is going on...

The Mage is in a Trance, his body is once more shadowy and incorporeal however, his eyes aren't glowing or purple, they are just as darks as the rest of his body.

The Muse tips her head even more to the side, and proceeds to fall over

"Oof!"

She sits up, shakes her head, which smacks the Spark in the face with her hair, and smiles

"I'm glad that's over! That was almost as bad as MY other self!"

The Mage comes to the conclusion that he doesn't like the two creatures.

the spark looks up

'brazul i need some sleep'


he floats over to the nearest conveniently shaped rock and lies down to sleep

The Page stops messing with the new weapon he recieved and puts it away. He looks at the others in confusion.

"Uhh, what just happened?"

The Mage says the two creatures went crazy. He isn't sure what to think about it.

The Bard says he has no motherfucking idea.

"Why are you calling them 'Creatures'. It sounds kind of derogatory."

"Way to be racist, dude..."

tekkenfreak4 wrote:

"Way to be racist, dude..."

"Would it be race if they are a different species? Wouldn't it be something like 'speciesist'?"

"I thought racism is a catch-all term for prejudiced remarks..."

tekkenfreak4 wrote:

"I thought racism is a catch-all term for prejudiced remarks..."

"Perhaps. It just doesn't seem right for this though."

"Did you see my ....fuck, hey Ethan, what is this thing called again? I wanted to call it a lightsaber..."

The Mage points out that everything alive is a creature, and it is easier to use then being.

And they clearly aren't human, so it's a neat way to differentiate between them and the humans here.

It is not like being a creature is something inherently bad, so he really can't see how this would be racist.

He also point out that, if anything at all, the Heir is right and it would be speciecist or something.

" They are called energy-focusing blades."

"I'll just call it an EF Blade for short. And thanks. Wait, have we met?"

((because I don't feel like backtracking))

"No, I just observed the past a few moments ago for you due to nobody wanting to explain anything."

"Oh, well ok. I'm The Page of Void, Justin. Who are you?"

The Page smiles at the new guy. Or girl. Or alien thing.

"Heir of Time... Uh... (What name should I go by.....)" The Heir pulls out his list that goes down quite a bit.
"Pfff.... Just call me Sand for now I suppose. Or the Heir, or anything really. Just don't call me Maybe."