In this world, Magic is Everything. All people, all races, are granted with the power to perform mystical and magical feats via grimories, mystical tomes granted to each and every child on their 15th birthday. Those blessed by the mana can have their names written down in legend.
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Post by Isabelle Erebus on Apr 26, 2020 16:00:25 GMT -5
It was getting later into the day. Belle had once again slept in through most of the day, having spent a majority of the night up. To be honest, at some point, she was going to have to figure out something to do about work and money. But for now, she still had a rather comfortable sum from her work as a magic knight to go on. To be honest, her dungeoning days had been rather lucrative, as well as her blacksmith work she had done. Maybe she could pick that up if she needed cash? Go back to making magic items, she surely had the money to set up a shop at the very least.
However, today was going to be a somewhat interesting day for her. Not like she knew that at all, but with her past, seeing someone coming down the street in tattered clothing. It triggered feelings in Belle that she didn't know she had such rage for. Instantly casting a spell that would cause the two of them to disappear off the streets, she would call out to the girl. "Who are you and why are you in tattered clothing? If so I swear to god I'll kill them myself." She would say, instantly thinking the worst, projecting her own pasts onto someone else.
Post by Willow Omens on Apr 29, 2020 0:46:56 GMT -5
To say that she was experiencing a bad day was an understatement for the century. Not once would anyone believe that another person could be so unlucky as to have these events befall them, yet, here she was, the pink-haired tribal girl from a treehouse, on the ground out of her comfort zone, trying to push through the breadth and thickness of that anxiety wave of agoraphobia. Why would anyone who was so enamored with the outside world be agoraphobic? Why is someone with acrophobia so interested in taking flight and soaring through the heavens? Questions have roundabout answers. And roundabout answers only pique the thought of more confounding inquiries.
Willow Omens, the hopeful Havenite that wanted nothing more than to explore the world, who, despite her attempts to explore beyond the confines of her foliage furrow, found herself confounded here within the town of Sosshi. A merchant's Mecca. A veritable smorgasbord of people from all over the kingdom and then some! She was here wearing multiple layers of clothing and two whole scarves. She was fit for being a sherpa up a steep incline of a frigid peak, not visiting some hovel for hocking merchandise! It was the only way that she felt safe though.
After meeting a magic knight here, and trying to head back home, she found herself accosted, met with the visage of not one but four mana beasts. Each with the appearance of living bushes, limbs of timber, and the bodies befitting wolves. Timberwolves, literally, were attacking her, blasting her back with their innate plant magic. It was a powerful enough force to not only break the layer of mana skin that protected her from major harm but, it sent her up through the air and back into Sosshi, where she landed and skidded across the ground. Discarding her mittens, one of her parkas. Her second jacket being torn up along her tumble down the main road.
Willow stopped when she lost most layers of her vestments and found herself stopped in front of someone. Immediately, the panic set in. her eyes went wide, her pupils contracted, her features paled. She babbled at first, trying to cover her face up with one of the scarves she still clung to.
"I, that is...I was, I'm f-f-f-fine. I, wait, don't kill anyone. It was mana beasts outside of town!" She declared, just as the woman cast a magnificent spell that whisked them away from the perception of the public. Clouded from view in plain sight. Willow, despite the best efforts of the foreign female before her, showed how panicked she was around people.
Her breathing shortened, her gaze averted this way and that. She was looking around in a frantic panic, only to settle down when she realized that no one was looking at her. Heaving out a heavy sigh of relief, Willow looked up, her voice still quite shaky. "I, my name, that is, I am Willow. M-my name is Willow Omens. I was coming to gather s-some supplies to take back to New Haven to work on a tool."
Post by Isabelle Erebus on May 4, 2020 19:39:16 GMT -5
As Belle had immediately thrown a spell around the two of them, cloaking the girl in tattered clothing and her from view of others, well, Belle knows that that was all she wanted when it happened, so she was continuing to project herself onto this girl as she had gone ahead and taken the initiative for herself. Questioning the girl as to what happened, as well as cloaking them from the view of everyone else.
As the girl was answering, she certainly was much more confident than Belle had been after her incident. Of all the broken memories Belle had, and of those she had struggled to put back together, those had been one of the few that was clear. Partially because of the fact she had recently been reminded of those memories, however, that also meant Belle had pushed those away, up until now of course when they had come flooding back to the surface.
As she would declare that it was the mana beasts outside of town, Belle would have almost a look of relief on her face, though, that was quickly replaced with not doubt, but more of a feeling that this girl might not be telling the full truth. So mainly doubt. Because if she had this much trouble with mana beasts, why exactly was she out there anyways? But she couldn't just ask her that, because if it wasn't true she didn't want to push the girl away, she had to remember how Rosa had handled it when she was in that position. Even if it was painful to do so.
As Willow instead started panicking, looking around frantically, Belle would call out "Don't worry. No one around can see us. There's maybe like... ten people in the entire kingdom that can see through this spell." She would say, which was obviously an exaggeration. However, that entirely changed when the girl said her name. "Were you named after the vice captain of the Azure Deer or something?" She would ask, trying to figure out of this was Willow playing a trick on her and not using his real name, or if it was something different and just an... unfortunate coincidence. She hated to say it, but she did kinda miss seeing his bumbling face.
Post by Willow Omens on May 7, 2020 20:58:04 GMT -5
With the spell in place and their guises masked from the general populace, Willow took in a sigh of relief, exhaling it out to calm herself, but it sputtered out like a machine gun, puttering along as her nervous breath continued to shakily come forth. This person was kind enough to see she had troubles with the public, but, that was only half of the problem, she was still nervous about being far away from home. Though the projections of her problems on to Willow ceased when she explained it was mana beasts that impeded her emigration back home, though that was only the beginning of the issues that started with this escapade!
Was she named after the captain of the Azure Deer? "The, the captain of the Azure Deer? No, that is Carmelita something. I am being called Willow Omens, it is a name given to me by the Chief of New Haven, Jakobi Jevel Hensepyth." That was two more bombs of hard facts dropped right there in a simple sentence. The Azure Deer captain was someone else that was most certainly not this Willow Omens, and she was the daughter of someone that might be recalled from Belle's pre-shatter past?
She felt a tinge of emotion pull on her heart through the moment she continued to speak to Isabelle. Bringing a hand up to her chest, she felt a little trickle of something go down her cheek from the side of her eye. She wasn't sad, she wasn't heartbroken, she was happy? But, she wasn't sure what she was happy about because of all of this? "I, have you been visiting New Haven? I am feeling as though I have prior experience knowing you."
She spoke with a strained look on her face like she was trying to recall information she never had to begin with. The girl was someone from before the shatter event, but she wasn't quite the same, in fact, there was quite a lot more to her than even she had no clue was there or not, it would be something that would have to be explored and delved into bit by bit.
Post by Isabelle Erebus on May 8, 2020 5:35:17 GMT -5
For someone that happened to share a name with one of the strongest mages Belle had ever known, this person certainly seemed more like a nervous wreck than she would have expected. She had come to know a bit about this event known as the shattering, about how nearly anything could have happened. But she couldn't tell how much of that was travelers tales versus how much of it was real. She just knows that that was what she had clearly gone through, and why her head was as messed up as it was now. But she also knew that Willow had never been as much of a nervous mess as this person clearly was. And so they couldn't happen to be Willow. But she could at least hope, right?
"Yes the cap..." She would start saying, but as she mentioned the name, it was like one of the shards would show a reflection of a memory. The memory of Willow telling her his real name. It had happened while they were drinking in the base once. God, that man could probably have drunk a bar outta business if he set his mind to it. It was a bit of a somber memory, but it was the only memory that she had. Really, she didn't want to admit it. But all she had left of Willow was the name. His face was gone. And that made her sad. But she couldn't do anything about that besides keep moving forward, one step at a time. As she would just nod. "Yeah no. You're right." She would say back to her.
Though, what might have seemed odd to the girl didn't seem all that odd to Belle, since the girl seemed to be crying, and well, Belle didn't care much about whether she was crying or not. But the question was rather odd. "No. I have never been to New Haven. Can't say the name rings a Belle either. Is that a village somewhere?" She would ask the girl back.
