Thar rubbed two of her claws together, looking a little... disappointed.
Yet, much to consider... Souls, again. A repeating pattern, despite the distance.
Iris hummed to herself, very intently trying to draw someone. Although it never seemed to be correct, as she kept rubbing bits out.
Side by side.
It shifted, moving its cold grip to the top of his head.
The clan would be of more use Alive.
Thar rubbed two of her claws together, looking a little... disappointed.
Yet, much to consider... Souls, again. A repeating pattern, despite the distance.
Iris hummed to herself, very intently trying to draw someone. Although it never seemed to be correct, as she kept rubbing bits out.
Side by side.
It shifted, moving its cold grip to the top of his head.
The clan would be of more use Alive.
*fern felt... very awkward, there was now no conversations happening, so he reminisced on his home world, it was indeed a place filled with many beings all coexisting, and there was some thought he just couldn't shake... an underground portal to some mirror world, he was always curious about it, but wave knew more than he did about it, and he never thought to ask, and he didnt know if he could squeeze in another conversation, so he just sat in silence (well, as much sitting as he could do, i guess)*
Wave: ...i cant help but notice you are... drawing someone, who are you trying to draw?
*fern felt... very awkward, there was now no conversations happening, so he reminisced on his home world, it was indeed a place filled with many beings all coexisting, and there was some thought he just couldn't shake... an underground portal to some mirror world, he was always curious about it, but wave knew more than he did about it, and he never thought to ask, and he didnt know if he could squeeze in another conversation, so he just sat in silence (well, as much sitting as he could do, i guess)*
Wave: ...i cant help but notice you are... drawing someone, who are you trying to draw?
Fathom hissed, showing a bit of discomfort through his confident veneer.
I must kill. It is a part of who I am. From the darkest depths of the ocean I came, depths where even the tidelord cannot see, and to those depths I will return once I have dragged all of Sornieth down with me. My purview is madness and death. Subtlety is not my way. However, I understand if you prefer to work from the shadows. Many others like us prefer that method.
Fathom hissed, showing a bit of discomfort through his confident veneer.
I must kill. It is a part of who I am. From the darkest depths of the ocean I came, depths where even the tidelord cannot see, and to those depths I will return once I have dragged all of Sornieth down with me. My purview is madness and death. Subtlety is not my way. However, I understand if you prefer to work from the shadows. Many others like us prefer that method.
many places I have been, many sorrows I have seen, but I don't regret, nor will I forget, those who took that road with me
With a loud sigh, Iris scrubbed out all of the lines "M'y m'entor" She stared down at her dusty claws, wings drooped "Not the nicest fellow around... but..." She shrugged "He's got good in him"
By Will, or by Instinct?
It drew back, releasing Fathom from its grip.
There are many who have drawn attention. One of these individuals Burnt from inside with a Ravenous Hunger. A hunger knowingly, Deliberately, caused. Such a blaze singed Short a life driven willingly to sadistic violence.
And then it was gone.
(One of Order: have a random anecdote to chew on while I go and scheme, byeeee)
Mire stretched with a groan, then looked at Fyre in concern "Hey, uh, you ok?" She waved a claw up and down "Your fire's gone out"
Thar slid her gaze over to Fyre, then back to Fern. She opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly stopped. The familiar feeling of cold claws...
How was your trip?
Interesting. Mire did not lend much Information.
Judging from Fyrestorms expression, I guess you went and said hello to him too.
Yes. There is new Information. The called Fathomless wishes to have the whole form.
Hm. Did you offer anything?
No. All will be one, but such a task is Costly.
Then, I shall wait.
With a loud sigh, Iris scrubbed out all of the lines "M'y m'entor" She stared down at her dusty claws, wings drooped "Not the nicest fellow around... but..." She shrugged "He's got good in him"
By Will, or by Instinct?
It drew back, releasing Fathom from its grip.
There are many who have drawn attention. One of these individuals Burnt from inside with a Ravenous Hunger. A hunger knowingly, Deliberately, caused. Such a blaze singed Short a life driven willingly to sadistic violence.
And then it was gone.
(One of Order: have a random anecdote to chew on while I go and scheme, byeeee)
Mire stretched with a groan, then looked at Fyre in concern "Hey, uh, you ok?" She waved a claw up and down "Your fire's gone out"
Thar slid her gaze over to Fyre, then back to Fern. She opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly stopped. The familiar feeling of cold claws...
How was your trip?
Interesting. Mire did not lend much Information.
Judging from Fyrestorms expression, I guess you went and said hello to him too.
Yes. There is new Information. The called Fathomless wishes to have the whole form.
Hm. Did you offer anything?
No. All will be one, but such a task is Costly.
Then, I shall wait.
Fathom turned towards Mire, the slight smile returning to his face now that Order had left, his thoughts now private once more.
Now, how shall I make this one bleed...
Suddenly, the flames across Fyrestorm's body flared to life again, and they continued to grow, surrounding his body with flame.
Get. Out. Of. My. HEAD! YOU WILL NOT TAKE ANOTHER LIFE!
When the flames cleared, Fyre stood panting, Fathom banished back to the corner of his mind for now. He turned to Mire, flashed a weak grin, and then fell over, unconscious.
Fathom turned towards Mire, the slight smile returning to his face now that Order had left, his thoughts now private once more.
Now, how shall I make this one bleed...
Suddenly, the flames across Fyrestorm's body flared to life again, and they continued to grow, surrounding his body with flame.
Get. Out. Of. My. HEAD! YOU WILL NOT TAKE ANOTHER LIFE!
When the flames cleared, Fyre stood panting, Fathom banished back to the corner of his mind for now. He turned to Mire, flashed a weak grin, and then fell over, unconscious.
many places I have been, many sorrows I have seen, but I don't regret, nor will I forget, those who took that road with me
Wave: ah, i see... he sounds nice, and kinda like a certain... someone, someone who i haven't thought of for a long while, here, let me see if i can...
*wave would start drawing someone in the dirt, it was, well, a demonic entity, with a motif of magnets, where the demon's horns looks like both sides of a horse-shoe magnet, and strangely, they had some sort of super hero motif going on, as if someone who wanted to be "cool" to their kids made a super hero, and succeeded, he would also draw them with a staff, a staff with a comically big horse-shoe magnet on one side, this demon would also have a single eye*
Wave: ...Magnus, he was called Magnus, he was briefly in our world, doing the stuff he was made to do, which strangely was like, stealing all the iron out of people's bodies, as in the protein, but one day he just... suddenly disappeared, a strange energy was felt before he was gone and he just... poofed, we dont really know where he gone, but multiple others gone missing under the same circumstances... its very strange...
*Fern would still not speak, mostly because he witness what happened with Fyrestorm and whatever unknown entity took over, he was worried, but he would not move until Wave was done with the conversation he was having with Iris*
Wave: ah, i see... he sounds nice, and kinda like a certain... someone, someone who i haven't thought of for a long while, here, let me see if i can...
*wave would start drawing someone in the dirt, it was, well, a demonic entity, with a motif of magnets, where the demon's horns looks like both sides of a horse-shoe magnet, and strangely, they had some sort of super hero motif going on, as if someone who wanted to be "cool" to their kids made a super hero, and succeeded, he would also draw them with a staff, a staff with a comically big horse-shoe magnet on one side, this demon would also have a single eye*
Wave: ...Magnus, he was called Magnus, he was briefly in our world, doing the stuff he was made to do, which strangely was like, stealing all the iron out of people's bodies, as in the protein, but one day he just... suddenly disappeared, a strange energy was felt before he was gone and he just... poofed, we dont really know where he gone, but multiple others gone missing under the same circumstances... its very strange...
*Fern would still not speak, mostly because he witness what happened with Fyrestorm and whatever unknown entity took over, he was worried, but he would not move until Wave was done with the conversation he was having with Iris*
Thar flinched back, a rising growl choked off by her movement. She flexed her wings "Ouch"
What was that for?
Fathomless is not to be Trusted
And yet...
Most useful. The Breaker must consider all paths
Iris leant over, watching Wave draw "He's not. Nice that is. Nor particularly kind" She tilted her head "...Magnus..." With a tip of her head, she indicated the horseshoe shape "What's that?"
Mire defensively raised her frills, not liking the look in Fyre's eyes. Then darted forward with a squawk, narrowly missing catching the fae as he fell over. "Fyrestorm?" She gently lifted his head up "Are you ok?" Bubblen poked his tail, then looked up at Mire "Oh don't you dare."
Thar flinched back, a rising growl choked off by her movement. She flexed her wings "Ouch"
What was that for?
Fathomless is not to be Trusted
And yet...
Most useful. The Breaker must consider all paths
Iris leant over, watching Wave draw "He's not. Nice that is. Nor particularly kind" She tilted her head "...Magnus..." With a tip of her head, she indicated the horseshoe shape "What's that?"
Mire defensively raised her frills, not liking the look in Fyre's eyes. Then darted forward with a squawk, narrowly missing catching the fae as he fell over. "Fyrestorm?" She gently lifted his head up "Are you ok?" Bubblen poked his tail, then looked up at Mire "Oh don't you dare."
Wave: well, Magnus isnt as rude as you describe your mentor, and that my friend is known as a "magnet", they come in many shapes and forms, but that horse-shoe kind is the most recognizable kind of magnet in our world, mostly due to cartoons, or "moving pictures" as they were once called
*Fern would poke at wave for a bit before the two had a mini conversation about going to check on Fyrestorm, but wave was saying he was invested in the conversation he was having, so Fern just turned back to Fyrestorm, still worried about them...*
Wave: well, Magnus isnt as rude as you describe your mentor, and that my friend is known as a "magnet", they come in many shapes and forms, but that horse-shoe kind is the most recognizable kind of magnet in our world, mostly due to cartoons, or "moving pictures" as they were once called
*Fern would poke at wave for a bit before the two had a mini conversation about going to check on Fyrestorm, but wave was saying he was invested in the conversation he was having, so Fern just turned back to Fyrestorm, still worried about them...*
