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[ @radishyes ! ]

“do you really wanna know? if i tell you, you can’t say you had no idea what i was up to.” he watched the man for a minute as he leaned against a tree. The cloth of his armor scratched against the bark. he really didn’t know why this guy always came to his aid. he was like some sort of aggressively loyal, beaten down god—yikes. the unwanted comparison came with a spiking of guilt.

“would you take the damn potion, dude. i’m trying to help you.” he bobbed his hand, suddenly very serious about him taking the potion. it was the literal least he could do, right? he didn’t usually feel bad about roping various people into his schemes. after all, this game had shown him time and time again that it was every man for himself outside of a guild. “well you ain’t dead yet so i guess you’re gonna keep having to come through for me…”

man, what the fuck. what the fuck was wrong with magnus? how many times had radish nearly ended his life? for what? for bullshit staffs and some gold. didn’t that piss him off. wasn’t he mad at him? radish was starting to get mad on his behalf. “or you could fucking tell me off for once. punch me in the face. string me up by my ankles and steal my shit. dosomething—why do you keep answering my DMs dude? you gotta know by now…”

well. he probably shouldn’t be making this argument. he wasn’t ever one to look a gift horse in the mouth before. but he felt…bad about it. and he wouldn’t take the potion, and he kept risking his life, and radish kept taking advantage, and well…dammit, if magnus wouldn’t yell at him about it, then he’d have to yell at him about the fact that he wasn’t yelling at him. “get fuckin’ mad man! i risked your life for a staff. you could have died.”

            “what ? ‘cause someone’s been keeping such a close eye on all of us in here ?” the thought had briefly crossed his mind once, that they were being monitored, sometime in the  very beginning. now the possibility just felt plain hard to believe. how could someone just watch ?

            "alright, alright. i’ll take it.” and he did, if only because he didn’t want to derail whatever headway he was making with radish. it was slow, and in most cases -- life threatening, but this felt like real, honest to god progress. “but only ‘cause i’d spent the entirety of my afterlife worryin’ about who’s taken care of my little radish while i’m gone.” 

            magnus drank the potion, blissfully unaware that radish was still going on about something ( tuning him out was a gift dawson had learned to depend on when he went on his tangents ), until he heard the sudden shift in his tone. magnus perked up, listening, stuck somewhere between surprised and proud at whatever kind of breakthrough he was witnessing.

            “that you’re a selfish idiot ? yeah, i gathered. doesn’t mean i’m gonna let you die over a stupid staff and some gold.” in fact, if he needed gold, all he had to do was ask. magnus would give radish the shirt off his back if it meant helping him out. “what’s hurting you gonna do for me ? it’s not gonna make me feel better, it’s not gonna get me out of this game any faster. we've got enough to worry about with ogres, and rabid dogs and shit. we don’t need to be fighting each other too.”

            “but a ‘thank you’ every once in a while would be nice. just sayin’.”

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[ @playernoir ! ]

         noir snatched the healing orb without another word or so much as a nod of gratitude, holding it to her leg. she winced as she felt the skin rapidly repairing itself, and yet, it wasn’t rapidly enough. “ it may be fun for you but it’s not so great for me. ” she rolled her eyes. the older, hunkier, more muscular guy as the damsel in distress and the petite, blonde, little girl as the knight in shining armor ?? how progressive.

        he brought something ?? this intrigued noir, causing her to push up on her hand that didn’t contain the healing orb, straightening herself into a sitting position. “ a present ?? ” yeah. abby was fond of gifts. noir had yet to receive one here in velia, but it was a welcomed change of pace. she gave magnus a small grin, taking one of the potions in her free hand.

         “ you made these for me ?? ” occasionally she forgot that alchemy was a skill people possessed, and it could have been relatively easy for him to make her some potions, but she appreciated the gesture all the same. “ and thank YOU as well. ” she spoke, tossing the potions into her inventory. yeah, noir knew she didn’t HAVE to save people, but quite a few players who weren’t here anymore would’ve wanted her to. she shrugged, “ yeah, well – i guess i’m just a nice person. ”

            "you’re only sayin’ that ‘cause your leg was used as a chew toy, i’m a peach t’be around.” not that she would know, this was usually the part where the two would go their separate ways. except this time noir’s leg was puppy chow, and he felt all kinds of awful even thinking about leaving her out in this alley by herself.

            “well yeah,” magnus got comfortable on the ground beside her. “gotta make sure you’re stocked up. if somethin’ happens to you then no one’s left to save me and my ass is grass.” though that was really only partly true. dawson knew noir only by username, and something told him that she liked to keeps things that way. but he cared about her, like he cared about a lot of people he didn’t know all that well. he wanted her to be safe, prepared, if nothing else. 

            “and you’re modest too. i’m learning all sorts of things about you, noir. this is nice.” and so long as her leg was out of commission, she was his captive audience. “you and me, we’re gonna become best friends tonight. i can feel it.”

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l o c a t i o n :  floor 49 p l a y e r ( s ) :  magnus & @dcvcid​

            magnus wasn’t “in the know” about things, at least not immediately. he kept mostly to himself, but he was selflessly helpful, and that seemed to come in handy in velia. people confided in him, told him things, word almost always managed to get around to him eventually. like the predicament with david. though he wished THAT had made it to him sooner. 

            up on floor 49, just on the outskirts of the hut david called home, magnus watched him sway back and forth in his hammock. he wanted to take him in, from a distance. observe him when he might think no one was watching. it was the only he was going to get any real insight into how the man was holding up. 

            biding his time, magnus emerged from the shadows when he’d seen all he needed to. “you’re lookin’ -” he was going to say well, but that would make him a liar. “like shit. but don’t get me wrong, still real pretty.”

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[ @radishyes ! ]

#about me

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hi, poppin’ in to apologize to everyone for being a slow shit ass rper. i’m too tired to continue trying tonight, BUT I WILL TRY TO DO BETTER TOMORROW. to everyone that’s still waiting to finish plotting with me, i’m sorry. it’s been a rough couple’a days and i’m small and tired, pls forgive me

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[ @radishyes ! ]

there was one very real miracle in velia, and that miracle was the fact that magnus, despite being screwed over by the game’s number one trash rat numerous times, still always answered his dms and came to his aid. it was beyond bewildering to radish, who really, at this point, was merely waiting for the day that he’d ask for a quick save and magnus would explode in place from pent up frustration.

take today for instance. he’d tried to cheat the system and break the game a little bit by getting quest details from someone else and just skipping ahead to where the loot was—which almost never worked. velia was built in with a failsafe in that regard, and every time he tried it he ended up neck deep in baddies. this particular time he’d attracted every ogre in the forest. and when there’s something ogery in your neighborhood, who ya gonna call?

magnus. you call magnus.

“nah man, i think the problem is that you got an enlarged heart. s’like, i don’t know…a giraffe heart or something. too fuckin’ big. gets you into shit like this.” he took the potion, despite the fact that he was certainly not the one who needed it. once magnus came he’d done most of the work. which radish used to enjoy, really. like an on-call scape goat for all his shenanigans. but it started getting a little upsetting after the fifth or sixth time, and now…well, now his guilt gland was starting to function again.

but was it worth it? radish smirked and opened up his inventory so magnus could see the exotic staff he’d just nabbed, along with a hefty serving of gold. “fuck yeah, it was worth it. and besides, you’re still kickin’.” he chewed on his lip for a minute before he dug one of padme’s rare elixirs out of his inventory. “here. take this. it’ll heal you faster and better.”

            “yeah, we’ll just blame my giraffe heart, and not whatever sneaky shit you were up to. which you’ve conveniently neglected t’tell me, by the way.” in all honesty, magnus couldn’t care less about what radish had in his inventory. he just wanted something to click in that head of his, anything. magnus could’ve died. not just in-game, it was real, done-deal, no comin’ back permanent DEATH. that had to mean something to radish. even if it was just a little. 

            dawson caught a glimpse of radish’s smirk and rolled his eyes, taking a brief peak into the inventory, because yeah, maybe he was a little curious to see what his own life was worth to the other man. “an exotic staff.” he chuckled, sort of in disbelief, and then again, not at all. it was the usual sort of nonsense that dawson had stopped trying to find meaning in. 

            "kickin’ today, maybe. but if i die, you’re gonna have’ta find yourself another sucker to do your heavy lifting.” magnus shook his head and rejected the elixir, which was an act of kindness he hadn’t expected from radish. but it did give him hope, and that tiny glimmer made all of this worth it. “you keep it. one of these days i’m gonna be too far away to come in an save your ass and you’re gonna need that.”

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[ what's it worth ft. @radishyes ]

            magnus had grown accustomed to these “arrangements” with radish going south. he’d learned a while ago to stop bringing donut and peach along on the excursions. they almost always cost him one of them, sometimes both. but he never just STOPS showing up, hoping one day something might be different.

            it wasn’t.

            this time magnus looked a little worse for wear, his health bar dangerously low before he’d even gotten a chance to pound down a health potion. he threw radish one too. “i got an old heart, radish, ya gotta stop doin’ this to me, man.” there was an almost jocular ring to his voice, despite the VERY REAL near death experience. “what’d ya do, anyhow? was it worth almost dyin’ over?”

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[ @playernoir ! ]

starter for @usermagnus | noir & magnus.

location: floor 52

         to the best of noir’s knowledge, the only monsters you had to fight on floor 52 were mobsters or other people. she stayed clear of most social interaction, but she couldn’t help but take a peak when she heard some strange, animalistic growling and the occasional yelp that sounded much more humane than the other noises.

         spoiler alert: it was dogs. big dogs. lots of big dogs.

         which was why she now lay in the damp, dimly lit alleyway with a yellow health bar and chewed up right calve. the blood from sharp teeth seeped through her leggings, but she’d live. and, as per usual, the culprit for her heroic act and therefore the one to blame for her injury, was MAGNUS. “ we gotta stop meeting like this. ” the blonde spoke flatly, digging through her inventory in search of a potion.

            “so soon?” he knelt down beside her, holding out a healing orb in his hand before she could finish looking through her inventory. “i thought this was gonna be our thing now, you swoopin’ in to save me ( the damsel in distress ), and me, well - uh, healing you after. we make a pretty good team.” though anyone with eyes would beg to differ.

            “i brought ya a little somethin’ this time.” magnus rummaged around in his own inventory and produced a few potions he’d crafted specifically for noir in his down time. “they’re supposed to be a thank you. well - they’re potions, thank you potions. for this time... and the last time. you don’t always gotta come in and save my ass, but you do, so -” he set the potions down and slid them over. “thanks.”

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            i’m god AWFUL at these intro posts, but WHAT’S GOOD ?! I’M GONNA GIVE IT A GO ANYWAY. i’m tatiana, or tati, or titty, and down there you’re gonna learn about my sweet boi dawson. look at ‘em, he’s so purdy. 

°✧｡ [ CHRIS EVANS, CIS MALE, HE/HIM ] IT’S BEEN THREE YEARS SINCE MAGNUS JOINED VELIA FROM JOHN’S CREEK, GEORGIA, USA. APPARENTLY THEIR NAME IS DAWSON WICKS AND THEY’RE A MYSTIC. THEY HAVE BEEN FIGHTING AS A UNITY MEMBER FOR A WHILE NOW. DIDN’T PEOPLE SAY THEY WERE A BETA TESTER? I HEARD THEY TURNED THIRTY-FIVE THIS YEAR. LET’S HOPE THEY MAKE IT OUT ALIVE.

wow, i rlly didn’t prepare anything bc i’m a slow-shit ass. aight, buckle up we’re about to go on this journey together.

m a g n u s   f a c t s . . .

            ⌬ this is my star-shine son dawson, he’s a sweet southern peach and he already loves you. originally, he’s from john’s creek, georgia, so he HAS MOOOONEY, HE GOT MONEY ( his family’s got money )             ⌬ before velia dawson was a grade school teacher, so the whole unity thing wasn’t even a choice really, it just felt like the right thing to do. taking care of the younger players and getting them to adjust was almost second nature, he was good at it. he’s still good at it. the unity orphanages are like a second home. aside from his home on the 25th floor, or his real home, the one out in the real world. so maybe it’s more like a third home ANYWAAAAAYS he’s well known in those parts             ⌬ some other tidbits -- he’s got a mount named donut, she’s a bear             ⌬ his level is 67, don’t think i put that in his sidebar, but i’m gonna, so there.              ⌬ cursor is green ( bc he’s a soft boi that just wants everyone to get along )             ⌬ along with his mount donut, he has a jack russell named peach ( they’re his best girls and he turns into a blubbering mess every. time. they die. )             ⌬ and that’s p much all he’s willing to tell me atm so we’ll figure out the rest later

p o s s i b l e   c o n n e c t i o n s . . .

            ⌬ a previous romantic entanglement perhaps ?? ( it could’ve ended for any number of reasons that are tbd, but more than likely it would’ve been amicable and they can totally still be soft and sweet to each other bc i love that shit )             ⌬ guild buddies ( daws works well with most people, he’s a real go with the flow kinda guy, but these two are MAGIC, they’re the dream team, they get shit DONE. )             ⌬  he’s a helpful lil southern boy ( someone dawson and donut do odd jobs for when they’re not busy with guild stuff, they’ve built a good rapport and more often than not -- dawson just does the stuff to help ‘em out and do them a solid once in a while, maybe they saved his life once, maybe he’s just a good ol’ boy