crystarchived · 4 years ago
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ATTRIBUTES.
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“ ............................... Maybe so. ”
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asmodeusfunkhouse · 5 years ago
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when it turns out one of the people working under you has slept with the one person that has aligned himself with the enemy in the fucking base and they don’t even give a shit because ““““it makes things more interesting””””
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eisenbrave · 5 years ago
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CYRUS ALBRIGHT, galderan scholar.
Cyrus’ journey deviates quite late - upon reaching Duskbarrow.
After reaching the depths of the Ruins of Eld, even. He encounters Lucia, who expresses her desire to know, and she offers him the chance to work alongside her with such. He refuses, though not quite as adamantly as he would have normally.
Lucia transforms and strikes. The battle, however, is horribly one sided. Cyrus is alone, after all - no companions and certainly no celestial guide. With him pinned to the ground, bloodied and near death, Lucia extends her offer once more. This time, Cyrus reluctantly accepts. He thought he could bide his time and strengthen his magic, defeat Lucia, and share the knowledge with the world afterwards... Alas, Lucia was researching blood magic, primarily. Which Cyrus, of course, strongly refuses to partake in. And Lucia let him, for the most part.
And then came Lyblac. And she insisted he try it. He keeps refusing, but eventually she uses force, in the form of a status condition Orsterra has not seen - Love. He’s sent into a state where he mimics Lyblac’s every move, in short, and she makes sure it persists until it is no longer necessary.
He isn’t sure how long he spent in the ruins - isolated and gradually obsessing more and more over his research into blood magic, to the point of having difficulty remembering his own identity. About a year, perhaps. Then one day, Lyblac comes back. She tells him there’s something she needs help with. And he follows her. All the way to the ruins of Hornburg, and the Gate of Finis, where Kit is waiting. He doesn’t remember much about that, either, but he was simply there to make sure Kit did not escape like his father did before.
And when that world’s fragment of Galdera’s soul is revived, he sees it. A brief glimpse of the eternity they had spent banished there in the Infernal Realm. A length of time no human could hope to comprehend. He also sees the time before they were sealed. When he is brought out of that state, he only barely escapes the Gate, closely followed by the Fallen. The only reason he survived was because he was so heavily tampered by their influence already - they didn’t even realise he was there. And that is how the Planeswardens find him, hysterical and with little idea of who he is anymore.
But, occasionally, there are short-lived periods of time his memories before he entered the Ruins of Eld return. These moments tend to be obvious - as the genuine fear and sorrow and anger are all too clear in his tainted eyes.
Recovery is a long, long process for him in particular. And even then, the Cyrus that entered the ruins that day is long dead.
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storiesoforsterra · 5 years ago
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❝ now that the warm, fuzzy part of the day is over with, we can get back to the ritual dismemberments. ❞ (oh, you know.)
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“Since when am I involved in your gods damn rituals?” Therion said with a scowl. “Go ahead and do your rituals if you must, just don’t drag me into it.” Sure the other might have been joking, but Therion had already heard enough from the Galderan scholar and he was just tired.
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crystarchived · 5 years ago
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ASSOCIATIONS.
repost and fill in the words you most associate with your character
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ANIMAL: deer COLOUR:  white, blue MONTH: august SONG:  a. am i allowed to say ophilia’s theme, or- NUMBER:  1 DAY OR NIGHT:  day PLANT:  snowdrop SMELL:  firewood SEASON:  winter FOOD:  shrugs DRINK:  uh, ELEMENT:  light
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ANIMAL: raven COLOUR:  black, red MONTH: february SONG: a dark switch - snow patrol, meet me in the woods - lord huron NUMBER:  2 DAY OR NIGHT:  night PLANT:  foxglove SMELL:  blood SEASON:  autumn FOOD:  idk man DRINK:  shrugs again ELEMENT:  fire
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crystarchived · 5 years ago
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TRAGIC CHARACTER.
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you are cassandra from the trojan women by euripides and agamemnon by aeschylus. people have tried to silence you one too many times, but you are resilient. your own dignity and agency have always come first, but at a great cost. you know yourself and your inner strength, but that won't ever stop you from feeling completely alone in the world. sometimes simply enduring the pain won't be enough, no matter how hard you want it to be. above all, you must never lose your unwavering hope in mankind, even as the world forsakes you. it is what keeps you human.
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crystarchived · 5 years ago
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“ Hey, any Celestials out there want to tell me how I might be able to stop my back from hurting- ”
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crystarchived · 5 years ago
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“ Well. Now I can say I’m a year closer to how old I feel, at any rate. ”
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crystarchived · 5 years ago
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@truelesson​ ; cont.
“ Is that so... ”
Cyrus mutters, his expression unreadable.
One eye twitches as he stares at his alternate, younger self for a few moments, before slowly opening the contents of the vial in his hand.
“ If anyone finds out you are watching me perform blood magic, they’d have my head. As you well know, I’m certain. ” The stench of blood soon fills the room, despite the size of the vial. (It can’t be too much, the vestal and the beast would figure out what he’s doing far too quickly, after all).
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“ But if you think you can handle it, I won’t exactly stop you. So long as you promise to keep it between us, one Albright to another, yes? ”
Not that Cyrus’ name means anything to him anymore, but that is besides the point.
He begins to draw runes on the floor, trying to save as much of the blood as possible.
“ Just don’t go complaining to me if your eyes end up like mine... ”
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crystarchived · 5 years ago
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@truelesson​ ; ( cont. )
“ Maybe I jest, but maybe I do not. That’s for me to know, isn’t it? Unless you want to know that badly...
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But I still cannot fathom why it bothers you so. Surely it is a good thing, to be confident enough to wear such things? ”
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crystarchived · 5 years ago
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@achromatictwins / ( cont. )
“ ‘Twas naught but curiosity, actually. I’m hardly in a position to be able to say I have an issue with it. ” 
If he did, the scholar would be one hell of a hypocrite. Eyes linger on the blood for a few moments longer, before he grins and looks up. The stranger is... quite tall, this is true, but they aren’t ridiculously so like the warrior.
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“ ... So what were you doing with the carcass, might I inquire? ”
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crystarchived · 5 years ago
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“ If the scholar so much as thinks about using blood magic while in my body, I will not hesitate to strike him down for good. ”
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crystarchived · 5 years ago
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TYPES OF PEOPLE: BIRDS.
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𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 .     innocence, big dreamer, waking up too early, walking home, being afraid of meeting new people, slim hands, always cold, reading a book under a tree, the smell of the forest, missing your home.
𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐄 .     independent, caring too much for others, sharp looks, walking through the city late at night, the tallest and most spectacular building, iron, being single and okay in a world that tells you that being single is bad.
𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓 .     falling in love easily and heavily, traveller, the infinity of the bluest sky, storms, broken smiles, forgetting people who used to be your beloved ones, feeling out of place, mistrusting people, a fleeting romance.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖 .     feeling as if you have seen so much and as if you know a lot, prejudging, tight hugs that leave you breathless, a grey sky, serenity, intelligence, being left behind, chains, smoke, the pride of someone wise.
𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄 .     petals, jealousy, being tired of living with the same old faces, whispered secrets, marble, sundresses, white clothes, the first sunset of winter, pride in who you are, learning to get over someone.
𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐋 .     family, golden light, the sea murmuring in your ear, summer afternoons, caramel ice cream, collecting seashells and other things and calling them treasures, living breezy and carefree, swimming in the sunlight.
𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 .     artistic, getting excited easily, dancing and singing while you are alone, looking at your friends having fun, no phone, being afraid of judgment, spring, a meaningful gift, the first ray of sunlight.
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crystarchived · 5 years ago
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sometimes i just.. think about how.. mico’s asshole behaviour gradually becomes less and less genuine and more. like.. a front.
he knows people hate him, so why try to deny them that? this is the way things are, and this is just the role he’s supposed to play. he deserves it, anyway. he deserves to be hated. to be despised.
and if they don’t immediately dislike him, he’s certain he’ll give them a reason to sooner or later. because that’s just how it’s supposed to be. people who care about him, as much as he may want it, as much as it would genuinely help him recover faster, is not something he deserves, he thinks.
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crystarchived · 5 years ago
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not here. / ( acc. ) / @truelesson​
❛  i could get away with being clumsy with knives  ❜ (PLANESBABY TO MICO AFTER THE BLOOD MAGIC ATTEMPT MAYBE??)
“ Is what you thought, I assume. ”
With anger just barely concealed in his words, the scholar continues to keep an eye on the state of his younger, alternate self’s wound. It doesn’t seem to be reopening, at least. ‘Twould seem the spell worked. (Celestials know Cyrus can’t very well speak of it to any experienced healers in Fort-Lune. What would he say? How could he explain that the younger Cyrus attempted blood magic? That would first require the explanation that the older had shown enough for him to attempt it).
But a substitute to healing blood magic is not. Cyrus is well aware of this - it is unstable and difficult to control. Perhaps if it comes up later he can fabricate some excuse for the wound...
Cyrus sighs with a shake of his head. 
“ Alas, you were proven wrong. But you don’t need me to tell you that. ”
In a moment, the scholar’s eyes harden as he scowls, unable to hide his frustration any longer.
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“ But you will tell me something; just what in the hells were you thinking? ”
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crystarchived · 5 years ago
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for some reason i keep taking screenshots like this with cyrus..
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