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Rook didn't know what it was Alanis wanted to bring with him so while he packed, the Shadow Dragon just made sure he wasn't in the way. It didn't look like he planned to bring a whole lot which Rook was grateful for.
"If you're sure, then I'll lead you to the eluvian I used to get here. We'll get you set up in an empty space at the Lighthouse."
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"Let's not waste any time then," Alanis replies, bright and eager expression lingering on his face as he starts to put things into crates. Alanis is the academic type, favoring packing books and bottles and herbs over everyday living items.
"As long as I only bring the necessities we should be able to do it in one trip." He packs a bag and two crates worth of supplies. "That should be enough, I think."
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@mistakenmessiah sent 🚬 to share a cigarette with neve
" not a god, huh? "
she's perched on a stone staircase, looking out at the trees and distant mountains. there's a cigarette trapped between her fingers, smoke spiralling upwards. she takes a slow drag and then offers it out to the not-a-god on the exhale.
" it was always a long shot. " getting longer by the day. fight gods with gods, search for another supposed elven god, find... not that. a powerful mage, sure. a god? not so much. it reminds her that hope is usually misguided.
" could have been worse. we could have not found anything. that would have been a wasted trip. "
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her face is tipped upwards to the endless expanse of sky as she stands with hands planted on the low stone ridge of the upper balcony. perhaps sky is the wrong word for this place, this odd slip of fade that does not feel like solid ground but does not feel like where her mind drifts when she is asleep.
"this cannot truly be the fade," calpernia speaks abruptly as she turns her head but slightly - only enough to glance at her strange company from the corner of her eye, "there are too many of us mages here. while i can speak only for myself, it feels ... odd, that none have succumbed to a demon yet, and their temptations would be stronger were we fully in the fade." she speaks with a certainty she does not have. it is sheer practice in the art of never appearing unsure that the doubt is kept fully from her voice.
@mistakenmessiah
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"Did you just...get jealous over me?"// for @mistakenmessiah (i can't spell your ocs name and im on mobile but you know who this is for <3)
Taash could only blink before their face immediately scrunched up. "What? No? I don't get jealous."
They sounded bratty and a bit like a child who'd just been caught playing with frogs when they shouldn't have been. Was Taash jealous? Maybe? Who needed to know? Who cared? Taash didn't get jealous. Taash was the exact opposite of jealous...wait what was the opposite of jealous??
{{ you can shove what ever you want for taash to be jealous over i trust ya homie/because of give me chaos, give me scandal
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you call THAT a PLAN ?
it isn’t the most ideal of situations, if she’s honest ---------- the way she’s gotten them more or less ( she’ll argue less, but then again, she can be a stubborn one ) stuck on a stonework ledge barely wide enough for one of the sea birds that perch around dock town, let alone the lot of them. the waiting around part for the perfect opportunity to jump off that same stonework ledge isn’t much of a romp either.
but the reason she’s got them all playing dock town gargoyles is legitimate, at least; hearing so much as a whisper about venatori means she’s going to look into it before they leave the city and head back home to the lighthouse. ( and s it really her fault that a supposedly secret organization likes to pick somewhere holed up and out of the way to gather? it just means she has to get a little creative when it comes to how they’re going to crash the party. and when she says crash, she means it literally. )
“you’re telling me you’ve never jumped through a skylight before? no death from above?” there’s a lilt to her voice, and a curl at the corner of her mouth ---- one that hints at those questions not being completely serious. it’s a way to help pass the time until they start hearing the conversations pick back up below at least.
“don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”
@mistakenmessiah / DUSTY TOYBOX.
#mistakenmessiah#ic. › answered.#verse. › main.#unfortunately in situations like these#she resorts to her cr.ow brain#which is just /we're gonna jump on them and stab/#veilguard spoilers /
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" aren't you going to say i told you so? "
"i'm being the bigger person," the inquisitor says, one hand splayed across the other man's chest to keep him from falling further. "by thinking it very loudly. haven't i told you i can handle myself?"
carefully he eases the other down to a sit. the touch lingers, ensuring he is steady before the hand falls away to reach into his bags for an herbal mixture to restore the lost mana.
"i understand the impulse to self-sacrifice, alanis. believe me, i do," his gaze drops, scanning through his satchel until he finds what he's looking for. "but heed me, if the choice between saving me or yourself ever arises again, you choose yourself. that's an order."
he presses the drink into the other mage's hands, meeting his gaze.
"you are the closest thing we have to a fighting chance at finishing this - and i will not forgive myself if it's wasted on me."
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" you texted me a long and incoherent text that held about 90% of the emoji list and about four different languages. figured it wouldn't hurt to drop by and see how you were doing. "
Colt stood in shock for a moment. "I'm not sure which is worse, that I sent that message or I don't remember sending it." Colt sighed. "I'm so sorry that I messaged you. I'm good though.. I'm great!"
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"Let me take you to my favourite place."
There's a pause; as if Gale doesn't know how to process what is being said to him. After all, great wizard that he is, he knows how to summon near any illusion that could be wanted... but he was curious none the less.
"Alright." he said, after a moment, "I'm excited to see just where that might be."
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❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds
THE BATTLE DID TAKE A SLIGHT TURN FOR THE WORST, MARCUS DID SURVIVE HIS BATTLE BUT HE HAD TAKEN SOME BATTERING, BUT STILL HAD HIS CHARM AND HUMOR. " how does it look 'doc' ? " he would chuckle softly, looking at @mistakenmessiah. he would wince as the wounds were being cleaned and covered up. " did I do good out there? I didn't want to feel like I didn't give my all in the battle. "
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@mistakenmessiah // continued from; open!
With constrictions removed, emotions motivated action. Here, a slash; there, a carving blow, that tore free more circuitry as it was extracted from the wall. What he destroyed could be repaired and mended, at his own expense, a fee that was more than worth the price of admission for what it enabled, a chance to cut loose--
Suddenly, sound, words spoken. Had he been found? Going immediately on alert, Miguel whips around on the spot, feet stumbling beneath him in his hurry. Succeeding immediately in efforts made to lure his focus away from an inanimate structure, the Spider frowned inwardly, suspicious of the proposal-- and the intention behind it. That said however, as much as his mind was on guard, the damage was already done, for the poison that was the promise of a tougher target, that could withstand his heinous strength better grew vastly in appeal, reaching every part of his being before settling. And sinking in.
"Why are you offering this?" By his sides, his taloned fingers twitched in anticipation, desperate to be used again as hidden crimson hues shift to the conjured object and remain there... for quite some time. "I'm not an animal." Eventually remembering to speak, the particular phrase he repeated was loaded with venom, striking a nerve so strongly that it drew the masked webslinger a step closer, the urge to tear accumulating with every second spent debating a new course of action. "So why offer to help?"
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@mistakenmessiah asked: ❛ we can stop them. i can help you. ❜
𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (accepting)
There is an inscrutable air about Alanis. It taps at the walls of his subconscious, undeniable like the feeling of having forgotten to lock the front door, like nimbus post-sleep delirium. The magical ethers are off. The Fade around him is fractured. Alanis has metal vitiligo.
“Doubtlessly, Alanis. Although—”
Emmrich holds his staff with one hand. Candles shimmer off slates of tungsten, black instead of flesh.
“To walk in the footsteps of the famed Fate Caller...” Emmrich marvels, almost solemn, trailing off. To finish what he started. “The torch that you must carry.”
Bellara had been disturbed by it. He saw it sometimes, too. That late-night-can’t-sleep manic fizz, trying to run from a devastating truth. Having to kill your gods.
Alanis has phantom eyes, and Emmrich continues.
“And I cannot help but notice that familiar— air about you.”
#mistakenmessiah#( emmliches: v: main. )#( emmliches: asks. )#figured id incorporate everything you mentioned at least a little!#i wont have emm know everything but thinking that 'fractured' air to him may remind him of smth
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[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒
An unexpected softness wrapped her shoulders and made her flaming eyes go wide in surprise. Apart from being the fluffiest thing ever, it was also very warm. She scoffed, her head tilting towards whoever brought it.
“I wasn’t exactly cold - my lineage is connected to the icy fifth level of the Hells, Stygia, after all... But I assume you already knew that.”
But she didn’t shrug it off from her shoulders: on the contrary, her fingers gripped the fabric’s edge, pulling it tightly around her body, shifting under it, knees at her chest. The only things out were her horned head and her tail, which wagged from the snug feeling in a lazy motion.
“But it is really comfy…” murmured with a sheepish voice and with a tiny smile.
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@mistakenmessiah embraced the chaos : i have taken precautions to minimize the damage.
ren scoffs. she doesn't necessarily mean to, it just sort of. comes out. one moment she is silently staring at alanis with narrowed eyes and a doubtful expression, and the next she is rolling her eyes and biting the inside of her cheek to keep from grinning.
❝ you've taken precautions, ❞ she parrots, though her tone is mocking. she crosses her arms, stance crooked and exaggerated, more for show than any sort of natural posture. ❝ need i remind you that we are dealing with the blight. what sort of precautions do you think you could take that would be better than my protections? ❞
and there is the crux of the issue, really ; this is what she is here for. alanis can be as practiced with magic as he pleases, can lord his skills and talent over her as much as he wants. ren is the one that knows the blight. this is how she can help, why she was called upon. he cannot take her purpose from her.
DRAGON AGE: THE VEILGUARD PROMPTS PT 1. ( currently accepting! )
#im assuming these were all for veil.guard verse!#but let me know if you wanted bg.3 instead :)#⛧-> 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗶𝘀𝗽 𝗪𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿 verse . 《 d.a au 》#⛧-> 𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 ; 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 ; 𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖗 . 《 interaction 》#q.#mistakenmessiah
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❝ you say all the right words, but i’m not sure you mean the right things. ❞
" a keen one then? most people don't appreciate my over-the-top neutrality. "
he sighs, a heave of his shoulders, and folds his hands at his back. there's a twitch to his movements, imperceptible to all but the most observant, like something trying to keep itself in a tight form.
(he feels....stretched thin. it's been a long few days.)
" you are a caster of the divine as well. surely you know how fickle these days can be, how sometimes the magic doesn't come as firmly as you'd like. turning away those who will heal without magic is a skill most healers should utilize more often. "
#mistakenmessiah#from one fucked cleric to another - things are bad.#verse: unpredictable inspirations / main.
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if you died, would you want to be brought back?
( taken aback by the question , he looked inquisitive , both hands came to cross against his chest , with judgment beginning to rest in the corner of his brows . ) ❝ in what way ? ❞ ( he drew out the question in suspicion )
❝ i'm just going to answer no , for now . ----- i feel like this is a trick question . ❞
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@mistakenmessiah continued from x
rook listened. he was good at that, a skill honed from his time with varric. it wasn't like he wasn't a good listener beforehand but varric had taught him to really listen, to take in everything, pick up on nuances. it was important for people to fell heard.
"well shit." he spoke eloquently, head tilted as he considered the new information. "it's alright that you didn't tell me. i can imagine there would be people who would not take this information well. slap some sort of label on you akin to abomination."
he hated that term.
"you said you feel like you're being pulled in many different directions. what if we could use that to find your soul pieces? utilize the crossroads and the fade somehow." it was clear his mind was now focused on problem solving without hesitation. that was just how rook was. no thoughts towards if he should do it, if he had time. he'd make time.
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