OOC Duel Thread

((You called out to us and we are in a conversation))

((There are serval reasons I could think of why I wouldn't turn to someone calling out for me))

((EDIT: Also, are you saying you're calling our names? How do you know them?))

((Muse of Heart can tell your identities at a glance?))

((Even so, by which name would she call me?))

((My Mage is insane and old, he barely even remembers what human life is like))

((And he definatly doesn't remember which is his birth name and what are just nicknames and/or titles he has))

The Heir turns his head, annoyed. "Unless you have an idea where a safe zone is at the moment, I believe I will just stay here. I don't want to get near the rogue. No offense meant by the way."

The Muse throws her hands up in the air with frustration. She raises her voice to catch the attention of the Mage, who is foolishly attempting to ignore her.

"I truly am sorry to disturb whatever you three are doing, but the Rouge and Seer are about to fight, and I'd rather you guys not get involved!"

The Muse flies over to the Mage and looks him in the eye

"Especially you"

"Whaddya think I'm trying to do?" The Heir floats down to the Muse.

The Muse glances at the Heir and shakes her head.

"There isn't a reasonable distance you can get away from the fight where it will make a distance. I was simply stating that I would protect you"

The Muse, to demonstrate, produces a purple barrier in front of her

The Rogue wonders who this mysterious, recently mentioned Rouge is. Perhaps a fellow loather of those who defile the sacred title of the Sixth Thread?

No matter. She's not here right now. She might not even show up in time for the fight, if she appears at all.

the spark feels the shock wave of the muse's attack and his strange eyes spark with recognition

he leaps across the rocks towards the muse and greets her

'are you a Silverlyian?'

'sorry but i recognised the taste of your power from my studies'

((just to say my guy has odd eyes, one is black instead of white, with a white pupil, the other is normal with a black pupil, the irises of both are silver hued, this is the only way of telling that he is not human as he is too young for any of his powers or more drastic physical changes to manifest))

((he does have a sort of sixth sense with regards to powers and talks in a language that is understandable by every living thing as their own tongue, so uh you would hear my guy speaking in Silverlyian as opposed to english or whatever we are speaking in here, this also means he can understand any language))

The Muse raises her eyebrows slightly at the sight of the spark.

"You have encountered more of my species? This is quite unusual, since there are only 2,000 of us. Which one did you meet?"

'i am afraid you misunderstand me, where i come from it is customary for my kind to be given tastes of the powers and energies of various species from across all the realmverses, the power of your kind was collected long before my time by one of the Ancient Scholars'

'i do not know the name of the one who gave some of their esscence'

'all i can tell you was that it was almost as old as the Old Tree'

The Muse frowns. She does not like what she has heard.

"It is against our laws to share our power with ANY species, much less a scholarly one."

'like i said, this sample was as old as the Old Tree, millions of millenia had passed since it was taken'

'although why we are discussing matters of the past when there appears to be more happening in this place is rather odd'

'do you know why we ended up here? or how this place came to be'

the spark looks towards the crystal in the centre of this realm

'i have not heard of formations like this before and the power it gives off is'

he pauses and breathes in deep

'mildly invigorating'

'i know of many a Kin who would love to look through this place to discover more of its workings'

The Rogue's interest in Silverlyians and strange powers fades rapidly. She spots a flicker of blue between two islands and heads off to investigate.

The Seer realizes he has been spotted from too far away to make a trap of any substantial benefit. He wishes he could de-appearify his brain and appearify one that is more smart and less dumb, but the time for that has long passed.

He decides that negotiation is the best option, and floats onto one of the larger islands. You can just make out a large black object flash into his hand from his strife deck, then vanish again.

The Rogue lands on the island and approaches cautiously.

the spark watches the rogue leave with mild interest

he also spots a flash of blue stop on a large rock and he assumes that that is where the rogue is going

he begs pardon of the muse and follows a small ways back from the rogue, his twin war scythes flash white and black as he pulls them from his deck

The Muse frowns angrily at the departure of the Spark. She does not like how much he knows about her race. She has many unanswered questions, and he seems impervious to even her best attempts at reading his mind. She slowly follows after him

The Mage is relieved by the departure of the two creatures. He will talk to the Noble Circle in hope of finding out more about them later. The fact that they are hiding something is obvious though he has difficulties telling exactly WHAT they are hiding. He blames the fact that he didn't have much contact to beings besides Carapacians and the Horrorterrors... "lately".

"Hello, Mantaray. Glad you finally came."

The Seer frowns at the Spark. "Why are you here?" he asks. "This is between myself and the Rogue of Time."

'i have formed an alliance with the rogue, it would be remiss of me to abandon her at the first sign of trouble'

'and what is your problem anyway? i am sure we can settle this'

'peacefully'

he says, his eyes flashing dangerously

The Mage turns to the Bard and the Heir and ask if they are human. He thought they were but with what's going on he figured it'd be better to ask.

The Bard captchalogues his fridge and flies over to where the Mage is, wondering where the Muse went. He realizes that if he's going to be in this place he'll need some better jetpacks.

"Hey you wouldn't happen to have any alchemiters on that ship I could use, would you? I had one captchalogued, but my stupid modus deletes cards if they're not used after a certain amount of time."

The Muse, floating behind the Spark, draws her dagger slowly.

"Scholar, I suggest you respond more in depth to my previous queries. Your life may depend on your answer."

The Muse has never felt so angry in her life. Her race and its power has been defiled by an unknown race of scholars! This is unacceptable