(Anyways, I have a lot of Notebook tabs open just to keep track of everything I'm in or that I've asked to join or that interests me, so it takes a minute or two to find which chats have new responses. Keep that in mind as well.)
(But, I'll go ahead and open another forum for us in Limited once more, lmao!)
(Oh dang ok!! And it's totally fine XD im working on homework at the same time)
(Lmao, same!)
(Anyways, I have the realistic fiction RP up now, go ahead and head over there whenever you can!)
Lucitius: Sighs sorrowfully, shaking his head. He then snickers. And I shall bring Elix-Shire, mine younger drāckonian brother. He snaps his fingers, calling two portals.
Synthia appears from one portal and a lung dragon from the other.
Synthia: Sees Lucitius in tears, in his ethereal dragon form, and becomes immediately concerned. Lucitius? Are you well? Who is this?
Elix-Shire (the dragon): He speaks with a rough accent, as if still learning to speak. He seems concerned as well. Brother? Why thine call me?
Lucitius: Turns to the pair. Synthia, Elix-Shire, this is my elder sister, Lanika. He then notices Radiant and Ashene. He nods in greeting to Radiant, then his eyes widen in shock at Ashene. Aethon. How are you alive? I destroyed the entire bloodline!
(Ok!!)
Ashene: Snickering It appears you did not.
Radiant: Stunned But- but I thought-
Lanika: Sighs and puts a paw over Radiant's mouth Hush, Arcangel. And Aethon, I suggest you lie low for awhile. After all, your clan did start the Drāckonian Wars.
Ashene: Sighs I'm tired of hiding. I'm tired of people treating me different because of mine ancestry. No, I shall not lie low like a frightened dog.
Lanika: Sighs Very well, Aethon. And Elix-Shire, you were about yea big when I last saw you! What happened to your form? And Synthia, dear, I do hope you've been treating Lucitius right.
Lucitius: Hesitates at Ashene’s words, then nods. Very well. I… I am truly relieved that Aethon’s line lives. Though he was bloodthirsty, he was loyal to me. Turns to Lanika, shocked by her comment to Elix-Shire. Have you been watching me all these years?
Elix-Shire: Seems stunned as well. A battle locked me in this form. Touches a prominent scar on his chest.
Synthia: Smiles shyly. I adore Lucitius with every part of me.
Lucitius: Smiles at Synthia. I owe you mine life many times over, mine love.
Synthia: Looks at Lucitius. And I owe you mine.
Lanika: Sighs In a way, yes. Mine soul is connected to the other Gems, as yours is. If you were to look within, you'd see mine life flaring brightly. And I could, possibly, help you, Elix-Shire.
Ashene: Wait- so does that mean you knew of mine existence as well?
Radiant: Stunned at all of this, she sits down, hard
Lanika: Yes, Aethon. And good, Synthia. I'm glad to hear that.
(I actually did Elix-Shire’s accent wrong in my last post. It’s been a while since I’ve used him, and I’m still trying to pin down exactly how he speaks)
Lucitius: Seems surprised by Lanika’s words. He shook his head, stunned.
Elix-Shire: His gaze becomes sad. No. Mine forms lost. I know thine well. Thine never return.
Synthia: Nods.
Lucitius: Looks at Radiant, giving her a knowing look. ‘Tis indeed much.
(You're good. I'm trying to nail down what seems to be Drāckonian speak myself.)
Lanika: Elix-Shire, do you truly believe that? I could, with help, reconstruct a new form for you.
Radiant: Snaps to attention Me, Lanika and one other that I know of could pull this off with ease. She leaves to go find an old comrade of hers
Ashene: Aethon would like to help in any way we can.
Lanika: Raises one eye ridge at Ashene Very well, Aethon. First, we need a new falchion for you. Looks to Lucitius Help her with that. After I help Elix-Shire, I shall send Radiant's comrade to you. I have met her. Her usefulness is boundless.
(Thumbs-up. I could PM the details of a drāckonian’s accent, if you want)
(And now, to throw wrench in the mix, one I didn’t mention before)
Elix-Shire: Stares blankly. New form? Shakes head, seeming utterly lost.
Lucitius: Watches in stunned silence, then shakes his head at Lanika. There must be a tribe to link the sword to. The swords are symbols of the tribes, of their life. One individual of a bloodline is not enough to revive a sword.
Synthia: At the least, Ashene must find a mate. We did this before with our eldest son.
Lucitius: Thinks for a moment, then looks at Synthia. Ghar’Teus. He will be reluctant, considering his greif, yet he would fit perfectly.
Synthia: Are you sure? And are you certain he would approve. He has your stubbornness.
Lucitius: Possi… pauses, looking at Synthia with a raised eyebrow. You are stubborn too.
Synthia: Snorts. Yet, he acts like you.
(Sure!)
(Damn, then we need to fix that, don't we?)
Ashene: Sighs I have met Ghar'teus. He was just as startled by mine Aethon ancestry as you.
Lanika: Grins Well… then let's deal with that. Summons Ghar'teus Hello, nephew.
Radiant: Returns with Valerie This is Valerie. Her other names are Nērene and Karea, in reference to her old incarnations as a human without wings.
Valerie: Waves at everyone So, I hear I need to help with two things. Forging a body and a sword.
Lanika: Nods Yes, Valerie Soluna of the Angel Legions. We do need your help.
Valerie: Isn't fazed in the slightest by Lanika bringing up her title and full name Let's start with the body. I assume it's the dragon with the scar over there that needs the form?
(Lol)
Ghar’Teus appears in a defensive stance, his claws bright red and fire raging along most of his body. He calms at the sight of his parents, the fire fading to reveal charred spots on his robe, along with many holes from old burns.
Ghar’Teus: Mother? Father? And Elix-Shire? Looking around in confusion, then focuses on Lanika.
Lucitius: Morphs to his drāckonian form, nodding in greeting at Ghar’Teus. This is Lanika, mine elder sister.
Ghar’Teus: I thought Elix-Shire was your only sibling.
Lucitius: She is the sister of Great Guardian. I had thought her long dead, yet she somehow survived. He turns at Valerie’s entrance. Karea? As in the beloved of Death?
Elix-Shire: Shies away from Valerie, clearly still stunned by the prospect of becoming humanoid again.
Valerie: Inclines her head towards Lucitius Indeed, Lucitius.
Radiant: Giggles Oh, a lot has happened since I saw you last.
Lanika: Smiles at Ghar'Teus Mine family is not complete, but it is close. It is a pleasure to meet my nephew, at last. Keep an eye out for that blood of yours, lest it destroy that which you love most.
Valerie: Looks at Elix-Shire Don't worry, it won't hurt.
Ashene: Jumps at Ghar'Teus's appearance Of all the people they wish me to rebuild Aethon with, it had to be you…
(It is eerie to see the change in accent. I don’t know what to think. Stunned face. I love it)
Lucitius: I see. Multiple personas. I understand that. Chuckles.
Ghar’Teus: Eyes narrow. Mine affinity to fire is mine own.
Lucitius: Ghar’Teus, no need to be harsh. She has only just met you and knows not your life. Give her time.
Ghar’Teus: Growls breifly at Lanika, then turns to Ashene, calming somewhat. He shrugs. Not surprising honestly. ‘Tis much like mine elder brother, Tamrius and his mate. He spits a mouthful of blood and lava at the ground. They revived the Anastasios tribe. His eyes grow distant with thought.
Elix-Shire: ‘Tis not thine. I not know mine true form… many millennia.
(Grins You're welcome for the added chaos!)
Valerie: Puts her hand gently on Elix-Shire's broad shoulder after lifting up into the air with her wings. It'll be fine, trust me.
Lanika: Sighs All the same, be careful.
Ashene: Grins Oh, shut it, you!
Radiant: Laughs at all of this Oh, this is amazing to watch…
Lanika: Grins I understand, Arcangel. It is all new to me, and yet it feels so familiar to see us all here.
(Evil grin)
Elix-Shire: Nodded warily.
Ghar’Teus: Snorts in amusement. His eyes grow distant again, and he turns away.
Lucitius: Grins at Lanika. This is not everyone, dear sister. Ghar’Teus is mine youngest son, mine third child. The Anastasios tribe is also descendants of both Tamrius, mine elder son, and Mythrius, mine daughter. Then, there is Phalakros. He has served me for millennia, yet he is like a son to me.
Synthia: Sometimes, when you regress, Phalakros is literally your son.
Lucitius: Grimaces. Do not remind of the regresses. Sighs. I am glad those have gone.
(I need to head to bed now, but I prbly won't sleep, lmao!)
Lanika: Grins Well, I would very much like to meet these sons and this daughter of yours.
Radiant: Snorts I grow tired of listening to this old-speak of you Drāckonians.
Lanika: Grins, her form turning into the one of the red Drāckonian woman she's now inhabiting You don't have to stay. Me and Val can deal with Elix-Shire ourselves.
Ashene: Sighs wearily and walks over to Ghar'Teus I apologise if I have offended you since you arrived here. I only mean what I say as jests.
(Alright, good night. What’s sleep, lmao?)
Lucitius: Smiles and snaps his fingers again. He then chuckles in amusement. Radiant, ‘tis simply our accent. Our language is much worse. Snickers.
Three more portals appear and three drāckonians appear from them. The older male seems to be a cookie-cutter of Lucitius, while the younger male has feathers in his hair and seems to have features slightly different from all the other drāckonians.
Tamrius: Bows at everyone, looking at Lanika inquisitively. Father, who is this?
Mythrius: She looks around a moment, then her eyes lock on Lanika cautiously. Greetings everyone.
Phalakros: Bows slightly, looking around warily. He seems extremely nervous.
Lucitius: Tamrius, mine eldest son. Mythrius, mine daughter. And Phalakros, mine servant. He points to each one as he speaks. This is Lanika, mine elder sister from mine life as Great Guardian.
The Three: Tamrius bows and Mythrius nods in greeting. Phalakros nods, but seems to avoid looking at Lanika.
Synthia: Moves up to Phalakros, holding his shoulders gently. It is alright. She will not hurt us.
Phalakros: Breathes deeply and nods.
Ghar’Teus: Looks at Ashene and shakes his head. He speaks quietly. No, ‘tis nothing you have done. Simply memories. I know why Father brought me here to join you. To attempt to lessen mine greif. Sūnya, mine mate and mother of mine daughter, recently died. Sorrow enters his eyes and he looks away again.
Lanika: No need to bow, Tamrius. Mythrius, you have a stunning combination of colors from your mother and father. And Phalakros… I hope that eventually this disease of yours finds its way out of you.
Radiant: Stunned So how much do you truly know of all them?
Lanika: Enough, arcangel.
Valerie: Now, shall we get started soon?
Ashene: Sighs It saddens me to hear of this… yet, I hope I can help you find a way to get past this.
Tamrius: Shrugs casually. It is polite and customary to bow while greeting another.
Mythrius: Smiles softly. Thank you.
Phalakros: Turns away at the mention of his ‘disease’, his body shaking slightly.
Synthia: Notices his shaking and turns him back to her. She speaks quietly. Quiet those fears, dear Phalakros. They do not belong here.
Phalakros: Looks at Synthia timidly. I… I will try. Looks at Lanika warily.
Synthia: She is sister of Lucitius. Remember that.
Phalakros: Nods, taking deep breaths to calm himself.
Lucitius: Glancing at Phalakros worriedly for a moment, then turning to Lanika. You can sense them, aye? They are blood. Turns to Valerie. Time will tell. Glances at Elix-Shire, then Ghar’Teus.
Elix-Shire: Staring at his feet, seeming lost in thought.
Ghar’Teus: Smiles slightly. I appreciate that.
Lanika: Smiles I shall keep that in mind, Tamrius. And you are welcome, Mythrius. Phalakros, look at me. This ailment of yours is not all you think it is. Your… she thinks for a moment, then sighs your basic self is still you. And you can control and use anything, should you try.
Radiant: Smiles Well… it seems as though Lanika is our resident Calmer.
Ashene: You are most welcome, Ghar'Teus.
Valerie: Snorts, then flys her way around Elix-Shire's massive form, inspecting it and making various notes in her head and taking various measurements; eventually, she seems satisfied and drags Lanika and Radiant away without another word, gesturing for Elix-Shire to follow.
Lucitius: Aye, alongside Synthia.
Phalakros: Looks at Lanika timidly. Yet, they are within me, and in mine head. They never leave me. Turns away.
Synthia: Holds onto Phalakros, whispering comforting words to him.
Ghar’Teus: Nods.
Elix-Shire: Warily follows Valerie.
Valerie, Radiant and Lanika begin their preparations, telling Elix-Shire not to worry. Valerie summons her own blood and produces bones from the earth, both perfect for the form she knows Elix-Shire would like. Radiant summons the capability to control said body like it's been yours since you were born, and Lanika binds it to Elix-Shire, being the only one among them who could properly direct this operation. The whole process takes 6 hours to complete. By the time it finishes, the sun is setting.
Ashene: Watches them do this in the distance, stunned Ghar'Teus… did you know of this type of magic?