sabri nabil. son of nefertum. 24. the flower of the nile river. part of conquerhq.
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sabri had no idea who he had just attracted, but that might not be such a bad things. beautiful things can blossom in the midst of spontaneous events. the scent of blood is not lost on sabri's nose, but blood seemed to be within rafe's natural scent, not necessarily that of other's spilled, though from their training demonstration that could be well arranged. still, sabri's curiosity was peaked. the caress to their face was unexpected, but it was unique, telling that the blood fighter touched out of something more than violence, though perhaps a bit carnal still. his words were sweet to say the least, earning a slightly bashful smile from the lotus bringer. ❝ you're too kind, rafael. if you wouldn't mind helping of course: I'd gladly let you taste what I have. ❞ to the outside view, one would wonder if food was what would be tasted, but also most would do well to remember that sabri hails from a god who was revered for their splendor and their beauty, so for all of their purity and seeming innocence, they were no stranger to desire. it didn't hurt that they were quite attractive, devilishly so at that.
handing one of the bags to rafael since they offered, sabri beckons for the other to follow with their free hand. it was always nice to meet new members, plus it seemed like they could use a meal after their training. ❝ I take it you're very proficient in the art of combat, no ? you fight with a lot of tact and passion. ❞ which could possibly speak to other aspects of physical activity …
... the ark might be filled with demigods of different backgrounds, but one thing for sure was that they were all pretty. it made sense, they were all part gods after all. but it was still such a jarring change from the commune he had lived in his entire life : not that his desire was ever subdued, but he never thought that he'd ever be spoiled for choice. and while everyone else he met so far smelled of sweat and blood, maybe it was his lucky day to finally find someone sweet amidst the chaos. ❝ even when battered and worn, they were certainly sturdier than the human body. i'll give them that. ❞ rafe responded as he looked at the severed dummy heads littering the ground, a teasing smile curling his lips. ❝ sabri ... a beautiful name. appropriate for a beautiful face. ❞ and although a hand wasn't offered, rafe believed that contact must be established to really get someone to open up. if not a handshake, then a hug. if not a hug, then this : a hand placed along their jaw pretty face, thumb softly caressing sabri's cheek. maybe it was too forward, too intimate so fast and easy, but he didn't always meet many strangers. almost everything about him was guided by the little he knew and a more primal instinct. a honeyed smile formed on his lips, glancing at those hands carrying such heavy bags of groceries. ❝ do you need help with those ? i've got two hands. i won't ask for much in return except feeding my appetite. ❞ rafe offered half-jokingly, the other demigod didn't actually have to pay him back for an act of kindness. but he wouldn't decline either, willing to take every opportunity to get to know the other demigods. especially the prettier ones. he was still half a mortal after all ; so fallible to desire. ❝ and there's no better way to really introduce yourself than giving someone a taste of what you've got, isn't there ? and i promise i always return the favor. ❞
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the training grounds weren't somewhere that sabri frequented often: not that they didn't take physical training serious, but to the extent of being a more melee-oriented warrior wasn't their strong suit, which was usually okay, as many of those who came to the ark were more well-versed in such fighting, giving them more time to focus on being a better support for their teammates, to heal when needed or provide an advantage to their allies or obstacles to their enemies. but the grounds happened to be past their trek back home after picking up a bit of groceries for later. hence how the lotus boy was greeted to the very visceral mutilation of the training dummies. soft brown eyes blink in slight confusion, never having seem them so … well, chopped up. all they could do was watch as the stranger delighted in their dance of the blades. despite the faux carnage … there was a bit of grace to it, like each move was poised and purposed.
when one of the head rolls in their direction, sabri is surprised to be greeted by the perpetrator of the dummies' demise. there was a very powerful aura to them … and they very much smelled of the iron oxidation that comes with blood. maybe that explained why the other was so intense in their sparring. ❝ no reason to apologize to me: I'm sure these props have faced much more in their time here, though you've certainly used them to the extent of their purpose. ❞ sabri meant that as a compliment. rafael certainly had a zeal for combat that was always appreciated in the heat of battle. pink lips upturn in the softest of manners as they match a name to the face. the scent of citrus and sweet cream linger in the air as they move closer to the blood wielder. ❝ a pleasure to meet you, rafael: I'm sabri, though every now and again, people will call me bri out of habit. ❞ only felt fair to extend the same curtesy. they'd offer a hand but both of their hands were filled with bags of food.
... it wasn't at all difficult to think that he had been born into this role. butcher. killer. blood-spiller. after all, it was all he had ever known. and some might argue that he might have been different if circumstances were different ────── if he wasn't born into a strict intentional community where blood was shed to demonstrate their reverence, but then rafe didn't think he would be himself at all. he didn't know anything else like a precise cut to the neck and seeing blood pouring out that allowed him to tap into something so ... primal. something so undeniable. and although the rapiers in his hands were nothing like his favorite butcher's knife, rafe had always been a quick learner. and training for combat wasn't the all different from butchering animals ... or the methodical ritual of sacrifices. hack. slash. puncture. he danced between the training dummies, each strike deliberate and precise. the rapiers whistled through the air, stabbing the necks of the dummies with accuracy. and with unsettling speed, he twisted the blades, severing heads cleanly from their bodies. one by one, the heads thudded to the floor, decapitated dummies left standing there as rafe smiled at himself. ❝ sorry about the mess ... ❞ he said politely, seeing that someone had been watching him all this time. and quite ironic how someone so dangerous didn't not look threatening at all ────── such a prepossessing smile on his lips as he approached the other. he rarely ever met people outside of his community. but rather than being intimidated, he allowed it to be a source of excitement. rafe believed that they were all here for a reason : to be their divine parent's blades. and there was nothing like a common cause to bring people together. ❝ i'm rafe. well, rafael ... but friends call me rafe. ❞
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❝ so I've heard: those boundaries aren't meant to be open, but they take godly efforts to close them back. ❞ the longer they stayed disturbed, who knows what could come from the ancient lines of the gods. the mention of poison does intrigue sabri, though they wish they had more of an answer to give hugo. ❝ I do, but I fear that my methods of poisoning might not suffice what you're researching. herbal means of poison rely on intoxication or aerial sporing. it has to attack with an internal means of entering the system, like poisonous spores or even ingestion. it sounds like what you're wishing to research is venom, or poison by animal or human means. often times or not, it's of a biological means, like blood, spit, or other secretions, and may even have acidic properties. I can't say I know too much about it, but I used to have a campmate within the kemetic camp: a son of serqet who would coat his daggers in various poisons to make any strike on their opponent incapacitating at best, fatal at worse. but I'm sure there is some research we could find. maybe it'd help more to study the markupo itself to understand the poison, as well as an examination of what remains you have. ❞ for someone who said they couldn't help too much, sabri often gave as many options as he could to help.
Avoiding a potential war between humans and sirens was a complex task. Hugo was pleased that bagging the conch shell helped. Armando snatched the powerful item with his quick thinking and quicker hands. Hugo still wasn't certain how he'd managed to hold the guard's attention so long. Charismatic or performative displays weren't his strong suit.
Battling the markupo, now that was more his thing. "Like most Ark issues, the markupo was just the first monster we'll have to defeat. The ley lines are disturbed." Hugo explained, ever willing to share details with Sabri or any half-god who showed interest. Few allies perked up as Sabri did now. "Poison. I never learned what the markupo's could do." Luckily. "I could sell what I picked off of the beast, but that feels like a missed opportunity. Have you studied poisons before?" It seemed to Hugo that such topics would be in Sabri's wheelhouse, but he didn't want to assume.
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❝ I used to think that maybe I overdid it with the indigo, but I've grown to love it. & from my perspective, blackberries are often sweeter than blueberries. funny you should mention that, as one of the scents I have has blackberry extract to balance out a more bitter component. ❞ with that, sabri beckons for armando to follow them into their personal apothecary. inside the room are what look like thousands and thousands of glass bottles and vials filled with different color liquids each lingering with their own scents and properly labeled based on their components. since they were looking for something for regular wear, the lotus child goes to the right side where their non-magical brews were, doing a quick glance to find the batch he just made, bending down and grabbing three vials they had in mind for their acquaintance of the night. ❝ these are some I just worked on: they hold a more clean smell with the smallest but noted tinge of fruit essence. I call this one SIR MIDNIGHT. a blend of burned teakwood, blackberry extract and spliced vanilla. ❞ it's of a deep reddish / purple hue.
There was something about gods of the dark befriending gods of the sun, and gods of the night spending time with gods of the morning that would strike Armando as somewhat funny. Personalities that should clash forced into close proximity to one another, but this didn't feel forced, in fact it felt the opposite. Sabri did nothing but make Armando feel completely at ease. "I'll take a look," he said gratefully, "sometimes you can learn a lot about a person by their notes and writing, just as much as you can through conversation. Nothing wrong with it being nerdy either." The scents did hit him almost as soon as he reached the door, sweet and citrusy, and, as he had from the moment he had met Sabri, he couldn't stop himself from taking long, deep breaths. "Very blue," he observed, "a little too colourful for my tastes, but it's fun. Vibrant. I'd say my place is more like a blackberry than a blueberry. And doesn't smell nearly as nice." He really couldn't get over the smells here.
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❝ while more positive scent trails tend to soothe or remedy, the negative ones overwhelm and choke out the senses: think of how pepper spray works in a sense. ❞ that was probably one of the better comparisons sabri could give. ❝ also smell are one of the more inconspicuous senses to attack. no one would likely suspect a sweet fragrance is actually a deadly hallucinogenic. ❞ maybe a bit dark, but true. ❝ not usually this late, but sometimes in the earlier parts of the morning I'll venture to the gardens and maybe read or listen to the flowers, though usually I prefer bubble baths to soothe me. ❞ the young flower couldn't help but chuckle, knowing it wasn't uncommon to see literal bubbles come out of his bathroom window. ❝ sometimes I have the urge to ask someone to join in my morning rituals, but not everyone is up so early, and much of the ark is filled with demis of the nighttime. ❞
“ good to know that it's one of the more pleasant ones then. although now i am a little curious. how powerful are those negative odors you've encountered? ” if certain scents were strong enough to cleanse areas, he was sure that some could deter foes. perhaps they could cover themselves in something that sabri could make and in turn, be less appealing to be the target in a battle. maybe pilar was going to have to look around the shops to see if something like this already existed. “ separating fact from fiction also seems like something that we're going to be occupied with. the mortals have plenty of stories about our parents. this island, the library, have all of the correct ones though. ” he started to walk down the path that was already laid out for them. finding solace in the fact that he didn't have to focus on anything else aside from sabri. “ if father is what comes naturally, don't fight it. i do though. it helps me clear my head and gives me guidance. how about you? ”
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the library was a pretty frequent place for sabri to venture to: knowledge beyond the mere words of the mortal world, it was all kind of exciting. not only for general things, but personal ventures as well. it wasn't uncommon for them to check out and return a handful of books on alchemy and herbal tomes. in fact, they were actually grabbing another book that had to do with transforming plant essence to magic when their old-time friend hugo approaches them. the pair had history back when sabri was still a teenager.
❝ I suppose you could say something of that nature.❞ sabri can't help but giggle just a little bit: the sherlock sabri comparisons were kind of funny. they were just glad to broker a bit of peace on the coast. ❝ but I hear congratulations are in order for your quest against the markupo. ❞ could they smell the victory ? in a sense, but they were aware their own nose was more heightened for scents. regardless, they knew hugo could do it: the son of raijin had a might very few could contest. soft brown eyes perk up a little at the mention of hugo's project. ❝ oh ? what is it about, if you don't mind me asking. ❞
@nefertied location: the ark library
Just after the crack of dawn, Hugo arrived back at the Ark with team in toe. Body heavy with exhaustion and unique treasures. Poison treasures. His interest in poisons was peaked only after witnessing the markupo in action. While battling, the fighter managed to duck and block away the dripping daggers. No one in their party could tell just how potent and destructive a drop of the stuff could be.
After a much needed clean up and aggressive celebratory fuck, Hugo spent a part of his early evening in the library. Reading up on the topic. He only peeked upward for a spell, but once he spotted Sabri at a distance he clapped the book shut and approached. Wearing an uncharacteristically relaxed smile, but otherwise typical modern minimalist fashion.
"I heard good things with the siren situation. You closed the case, hm?" He inquired, ever impressed with Sabri's ability to aid on missions. "I have a new project... sort of. At least wanted to read up on the subject."
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Movie night but I fill you up with my cum
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❝ you're fine: what's the sense of having a blue house if you don't invite anyone over ? ❞ though it was said as a joke, armando would see that sabri's indigo delight wasn't just a phrase. but they didn't mind inviting the night demi over: armando seemed really charming, & a similar interest in hobbies. ❝ that sounds nice: I like doing mine when the sun first rises. ❞ though they had a unexplainable pull to the morning, maybe because nefertum was revered as a morning god in their earliest of days. still, the sentiment of being up in the most private of hours. ❝ I can do that, & you're more than welcome to take a browse at my collection of notes in my apothecary. it's about 3 shelves worth, but you might find some things that could help you out. kind of have a habit of documenting all my processes and stuff so I'm sorry if it seems a bit too nerdy. ❞ sabri bashfully chuckles as they get closer to their abode. as soon as they make it to their door, armando's probably greeted to the prominent fragrance of citrus, honey, and a tinge of something floral. unlocking their door, sabri ushers the other inside to their living area, setting their keys down on the small table. ❝ welcome to my place, or as some call it, the big blueberry. ❞ even at their own expense, sabri had to admit it was funny.
Armando gave a single nod. "Of course, as long as you don't mind." He'd had to impose, but the other seemed friendly enough, and not the sort with malicious intent, although he had been wrong about that in the past. He did need a new cologne, and someone that knew what they were talking about was a useful point of view to have. He always assumed he matched earthy tones but maybe he was wrong. "Something like that," Armando flashed a smile, as he begins following Sabri's original direction, "I find night is the perfect time to read. No extraneous distractions, just me, a good book, and complete peace under the stars." He took a look at the cover of Sabri's book, spinning it in his hand to read the back as they continued to walk. "Interesting choice. Never been one for potion making but I might have to look into it, if you let me know when you're taking it back to the library? We can exchange notes."
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today had been a lot: from being thrown out of a destroyed boat to being pierced by launched spears ( still hurting from that actually ), to investigating the near event of an interspecies war. while sabri did wonder what would come out of it, the lotus child was just glad that he was able to keep any precious blood spilt off the beautiful coast of the amalfi, as well as giving poor hari a choice and an honest future. while they did take allira's vanishing as a sign that things were not finished, for now they had completed their objectives. having been checked and bandaged up in the infirmary, sabri ventured for a little bit of relief in the gardens, inhaling and letting the aroma of fresh flowers soothe their tiredness.
their head turns a little as they hear sam, another nature demi, speak from behind. ❝ I understand your sentiments: the gate of greenspeak opens up a new world to us blessed with it, though we find that our green friends of mother nature have many human characteristics, which indeed include gossip . ❞ sabri can't help but chuckle at their comparison. ❝ no, they do not share the ways of the whispers of the wind, but their wisdom is no less important. I remember the first time the lotus spoke to me: it was to tell me I was being crushed on by a classmate. ❞ not exactly what one would think they'd hear from a plant. ❝ you okay after today ? it was quite the journey, wasn't it ? ❞
sam wondered what would have happened if they didn't have sabri to figure it all out, if any of them would have made the same choices and what would have happened to hari. he wished he could have been more help ────── but at the end of the day, sam was just glad that things didn't end up in an all-out war. not yet, at least. but with marinus guarding the coast, he supposed that they could afford some respite until the next terrible thing, amalfi coast or wherever. " you know, ever since i was a kid, i always thought they were whispering to me. but i could just never understand what they were saying ... " he began, finding sabri in one of the ark's many gardens. it was difficult to feel alone once he began to understand the whispers of the flora ; but being lonesome was another thing. the plants and him might understand each other, but they were still different. but now, knowing that sabri could also speak to the flowers and the trees, sam felt a little insane. less weird in his own skin. " i never expected a bunch of them to be so gossipy. but i guess it's my fault for thinking they'd be all like grandmother willow from pocahontas. " @nefertied
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XO, Kitty (2023) SNAFU - 1x9 dir. Katina Medina Mora.
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❝ not at all: I've come across some very strong odors due to research: this one was rather pleasant … reverent, to say the least. ❞ which was probably pilar's intent, now that sabri thought about it. as the priest explains his heritage, there is a bit of irony in a man of the cloth being the son of a highly revered fertility goddess, though only in profession, as their brown eyes look a bit more … pilar is very beautiful to say the least. like the kind of beauty you feel guilt for gazing on because of their ties to holiness. ❝ I understand: our godly parents hold a barrage of titles and honorifics to their names. there is still much I learn about my father everyday. ❞ and more they would continue to learn. when proposed with the offer to join pilar back down, sabri looks to the temple: there's nothing there for them in this dusk of night, and what drew them was now found. ❝ I'd like that. do you take a lot of leisurely walks yourself, father ? sorry, pilar. ❞ it was a hard habit to break, using proper titles.
“ trust me, it's not like that. i still have my belief system and my past is a big part as to why i'm here. it's just that for the time being, i'll need to study the new ways before performing any sacraments. don't think my marriage license is valid on this island. ” it was a little ironic once you thought about it though. “ that does make sense indeed. a pleasure to meet you, son of nefertum. i trust that the incense wasn't too overpowering for your nose then? ” he'd hate to have someone sneezing even if the fragrance was a good one. “ i'm pilar, son of xōchiquetzal. patroness of childbirth and pregnancy, goddess of beauty, love, and fertility. ” there was much more, but he didn't want to bore sabri in their first conversation. as he was sure there was a lot more to their deity as well. “ are you going to be here for long or care to join me to a walk back down the mountain? ”
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Luke Evans & Isaac Powell OUR SON (2023) dir. Bill Oliver
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❝ if you like, you can follow me to my lodgings and pick something that might interest you: I have a few vials that I kind of experimented with that I'm not too sure what to do with. ❞ sabri tended to pull more toward sweeter scents, but the ones he had made were more of a mature scent, something that was noticeable and kind of faint but not too exuberant, only tinged with the scent of blackberry juice. perhaps one of them would match armando's fancy. brown eyes gaze to the satchel along the other's side. ❝ I take it you're an avid reader then ? I like finding things to read while letting the oils settle for the day when I can. I actually got this to help with the more magical blends I'm trying to procure. ❞ sabri holds out their book, which appears to be an old alchemist / botany journal from ancient persia on how to properly combine plants of magical properties.
Armando raised a brow, growing more and more impressed at his newest acquaintances set of skills. "I'll keep that in mind. Candles and soaps are good gifts. Perhaps I can take a look at some of the colognes you've made sometime?" He was always in the market for a new cologne, for trying something different and working out what complimented his own natural scent. He smiles as they shook hands, everything about remaining delicate and in line with Armando's first impressions. His only hope was that this delicate flower wouldn't have that gentle nature stamped out once he was thrown into the thralls of combat like the rest of them had. "Yes, I believe so," he tapped the satchel hanging at his side, "nothing too taxing I'm hoping, something educational but understandable for a night time read."
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sabri can see the instant relief on diego's face as they come across another person. ❝ I understand; this island feels so big to say it's only an island. maybe if it weren't for my ability to speak with nature, I'd probably be in the same predicament. ❞ no need for embarrassment. ❝ using your light was a brilliant way to signal for help, though. if it weren't for that, I might not have seen you. ❞ the flower child looks at the floating ball of light with a bit of wonder, as if a piece of sunlight was plucked right from the sky itself. perfect for illumination. ❝ nice to meet you, diego: I was finished with my trek & returning to camp when I found you anyways. ❞ remembering the direction they had came from, sabri guides diego with him back to the east: even though it only looked like sand and sand, sabri could practically sense civilization.
❝ I had came out to see if I could find any native flowers outside of the grotto side ❞ which, based on the satchel they had around their shoulder, their journey was pretty successful. ❝ was there anything in particular that you were looking for ? ❞
While pride might have been the downfall of some demigods, Diego for one was not a frequent victim of that particular sin. Upon seeing a friendly face approaching, the son of Inti let out a sigh of relief. He supposed his dramatic antics had been big enough to get someone's attention. Was it a little embarrassing? Perhaps. He'd take a little slice of humble pie if it meant getting back to camp safe and sound. "Yeah, I wanted to go exploring, went a little hike and I guess I got turned around. I tried to get back before night but... well," he offered a shrug a lopsided, self-deprecating grin etched across his features as he looked at the other. The ball of light that had been hovering in the palm of his hand floated up to illuminate the pair of them, if anything to get a better look at the other. It was hard to miss the aura of flower petals around them, an effect that seemed to look even more ethereal in the light of his sun. "If you're not busy, I could use some help back. Just directions would be cool if you had other things to do," the last thing Diego wanted was to be a burden, especially to someone he'd just met. "I'm Diego by the way."
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平子 真子 - 卍解 逆様邪八宝塞
Hirako Shinji - Bankai: Sakashima Yokoshima Happōfusagari
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