Tristan Graves
Location: Dining room
Interactions: Are you here? Then probably hi
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Tristan looked at Idalia for a second as he said,
"Mimicry and deception are two things I'm decently familiar with. As if I can avoid the fight by claiming to have more intimidating abilities and even being able to bluff them to an extent I will. Less real effort and risk that way."
He then shrugged a bit before adding,
"Honestly I don't blame someone for the kraken accusation. Since as far as I'm aware it isn't all that far off."
It wasn't like Tristan hadn't heard of the kraken before, since it was a fairly well known myth and not all that unusual to see in fantasy settings. There also wouldn't really be that much of a difference since both whatever he was and the kraken since both are cephalopods of some sort. So you're not all that far off the mark for guessing it.
He then looked over at Jazmine as he ran a finger over the edge of the bone plating he was holding and said,
"Not bothering me any. But I might be able to help if you're trying to figure out what sort of dumpster fire you walked in on… I umm… I was involved in it and can provide a bit of scale for one thing, since I think you saw my arm before I managed to shift it."
Tristan then checked to make sure nobody was in the theoretical line of fire before taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment. At first it didn't look like he was doing much as he thought,
Let's see what I'm working with here…
Awaken the element… Spark and encrust… Flow and thrive…
To start with a few sparks of a flame crackled off the bone plating before the front burst into flame for a few seconds before Tristan jumped slightly from feeling the heat that close to his hand. Breaking his focus and causing the fire to quickly die back down like nothing happened. Tristan tried to act like he hadn't just startled himself as he thought,
Okay, now I know that I essentially have a flaming shield. Good to know as that's actually kinda useful. However I'll never admit that I wasn't expecting fire and got scared for a second.
Tristan looked over when Aerie came in and all but had her excitement killed by Idalia existing. So he let the shield lean more against his side as he started to condense water in one hand and started to make a finger gun gesture with the other, pointing it at Idalia.
((Note that this is about as harmless as it gets if nobody calls him on it. As you know where this is going.))
Luther & Aida
Location: Castle in general
Interactions: Are you there? Then hi
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Aida tipped her head a bit as she blinked and let her vision return to normal,
"Checks out on my end, and you know why that means something Luther."
She said somewhat softly, and couldn't help but glance at Luther's right arm as she thought,
Weeell… Technically you can shut his magic down, but it just becomes a mess. As that scar isn't from before his abilities started developing.
Luther nodded a bit as he started to push his right sleeve up a bit and said,
"Yes, it's similar to that… Also why my saliva has the effects it does. But I-I would have to turn down any attempt to suppress or disable my magic. There's a reason I have a scar from when I was 7."
While it was easier to see the tattoo on his arm, if you looked a little more closely you could tell that there was a scar 'hidden' in the scalpel part. He then continued,
"Anyways, I require a bit more iron and protein specifically… But it's funny that you see similarities since my blood when given to a compatible recipient offers up a much weaker variation of my innate regeneration. Just don't drink it, that's not how my blood works and it's meant to deter other vamprics."
Aida caught the slight cringe at Luther's question being answered and he somewhat did. However it was Aida that spoke up,
"Well I'm pretty sure I'll get to see Luther staring at the ceiling instead of sleeping as the thought of asking that question haunts him. But for real he's more used to the odd hospital ghost trying to interact as opposed to more divine beings, so forgive a little."
She didn't look all that perturbed as she thought,
Sorry… I just know that the more coherent sounding sentences are likely to end with the scent of blood as strong as it is.
Luther cringed slightly as he thought,
Yeah no. Sis is right on that one. I'm sensitive to spirits in the sense that I'm fun to visit haunted places with and get more authentic weirdness.
He ran his tongue over his fangs before saying,
"Sorry… I umm… I'm not used to having very positive reactions when it comes to anything… Holy."
There was a bit of hesitance as he said the last word, as most of it came from how those that were either extremely religious or from a less tolerant generation had somewhat weaponised their faith towards him. As if it wasn't for them Luther would find his own slight discomfort towards churches and other related things far easier to ignore. However, his attention turned more to what was in Lifa's hands as he caught the smell of blood thought,
Never thought I'd be tasting Demigod blood… But here I am and it smells so good. I shouldn't have a bad reaction since I'm assuming there's a cancer risk among other things rampant cell growth can do, since my body is built to handle that given how my own regeneration could spiral unchecked… I don't smell anything that would irritate my insides either since it lacks the chemically undertone some medications have. Though now I'm curious to see if it's any different in terms of how much I need to be moderately functioning and not two seconds from ripping someone's throat out. Or if it might actually make my learned healing magic 'passible' to most standards as it is not that great even when I'm not hungry. F-ck do I want it even more if that's the case… Mages taste so much better than normal humans.
Luther licked at his fangs as he started to put his hand out, slightly forcing himself to not come off as aggressive despite instincts wanting otherwise.
Aida looked slightly nervous as Luther looked a little irritated at the rather sudden timing of being 'denied.' Aida carefully took his other hand as she muttered,
"Could have picked any other time for this. But of course it's when someone is the most likely to get bitten for this sort of thing."
There wasn't so much a disrespect for keeping some of the kingdom's secrets as such, rather than the concern of someone getting assaulted and the consequences that would follow.
Zerina & Scar
Location: Castle Underground or whatever ykwm
Interactions: If you're there then you're part of this. Accept it.
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Scar's tail raised upwards and flicked back and forth in a similar manner to the happy cat quiver and chattering/chirping for a second. He then took a moment to shift and held still for it to happen like a civilized person to not be in the way while it happened.
Zerina smiled a bit as she started to leave and said,
"Really, the fact you summoned both me and the firebird in the same circle didn't clue me in on that."
There was a hint of sarcasm in her tone, but nothing overtly offensive either. As look, she wasn't about to have a go at the larger predator in the room, that just sounded like a bad idea.
Oh whatever, it's not like I'm not about to go on a better demon hunt here in a minute. As the shameful sh-tshow earlier really did make me look bad at this.
Zerina thought as she climbed up the ladder and added,
"Right, half forgot that you are the burning hands. Take it as a mixed blessing since theoretically you are an unarmed queen."
Aimed more at Crya, trying to make the girl feel less like a cursed weapon.
Scar adjusted his coat a bit after he finished shifting before leaving the basement. The first major difference between this 'shift' and the one he first presented was the fact he didn't bother to hide that his eyes were red-orange and the fact he had a red mark over one of his eyes similar to the one he had in his natural form and one that resembled the pattern on his front left foot on his left hand, as patches of scales. Mostly because he couldn't be asked to use glamours to hide them yet didn't want to freak every person out with the sight of a whole a-s Blood Wyvern. He then looked at Lexi for a second and thought,
My IQ is to walk into the room while asking why I need to be quiet directly after you said why. Thank f-ck that Simon taught me there was such a thing as dumb questions.
Scarificator took the request rather seriously, as he was slowly moving his hands through his pockets as he added mentally,
Ignoring the fact that smelling blood is making me hungry… I should have some venom on hand or be able to milk some off myself by now. And my own saliva, though either could do more harm or nothing if used wrong.
He noticed the flower symbology, as while he'd never really seen a real lotus (well not the very colorful ones) he had seen the symbol here and there. Once outside of the room Scar said,
"Remind me later to milk my fangs, my venom can be used as a pleasure inducing painkiller. Aside from being a touch addictive it's otherwise harmless."
Not at all mentioning that he had two kinds of venom as the other one wasn't relevant at the moment.
Zerina similarly respected the silence, though didn't really have any sort of medical expertise that was particularly useful here. However outside of the room she then almost reflexively said,
"Don't forget to milk yourself for venom like a snake."
And without even missing a beat she continued,
"Mh… Right. I didn't like the teleporting but not enough to pick a direction at random and go with it on my own."