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Chains of Argus • RP Thread

She gave a small bow to Siglos before talking to Jeanne.

"I had some time after I visited everyone, so I took out some of those books on mysticism I had lying around my house...I didn't know the usage of mysticism actually harmed humans." She noted.

"So many thoughts were plaguing my mind last night that it took a while to go to sleep...I had ideas about how to possibly override such a thing. For example, if you were being amplified by existing mana such as my own, perhaps that would help you to not get damaged as quickly or help you to properly utilize it. Or if you were constantly getting healed at the same or a faster rate than you were getting damaged, you would be avoiding the main drawback of mana utilization...of course, that would involve using it in the first place which causes the majority of you trouble..." She said, looking down and slightly shaking her head. "Still, there is much I'd like to try. It is my hope that you or some other human would be willing to try it with me." She smiled.
 
KingEzran said:
She gave a small bow to Siglos before talking to Jeanne.

"I had some time after I visited everyone, so I took out some of those books on mysticism I had lying around my house...I didn't know the usage of mysticism actually harmed humans." She noted.

"So many thoughts were plaguing my mind last night that it took a while to go to sleep...I had ideas about how to possibly override such a thing. For example, if you were being amplified by existing mana such as my own, perhaps that would help you to not get damaged as quickly or help you to properly utilize it. Or if you were constantly getting healed at the same or a faster rate than you were getting damaged, you would be avoiding the main drawback of mana utilization...of course, that would involve using it in the first place which causes the majority of you trouble..." She said, looking down and slightly shaking her head. "Still, there is much I'd like to try. It is my hope that you or some other human would be willing to try it with me." She smiled.
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Jeanne chuckled, "I don't think it's exactly legal for me to endorse you're experiment, Saffi. Especially when the reason that humans are so heavily harmed by mana is an unknown... I'd generally recommend that you go to someone with more experience in the field of mysticism than I." She said honestly.
 
azontr said:
Jeanne chuckled, "I don't think it's exactly legal for me to endorse you're experiment, Saffi. Especially when the reason that humans are so heavily harmed by mana is an unknown... I'd generally recommend that you go to someone with more experience in the field of mysticism than I." She said honestly.
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"Oh, I suppose you're right." She said. "I've just never been this...excited before. I feel like this journey will bring me to a closer understanding of mysticism than ever thought before. I've lived in one place my whole life, only having occasional travels as I haven't had the money to travel often. Now I'm about to see the rest of the world and how mysticism is used there...endless vaults of knowledge." She said, clutching the book she received from Alice even tighter.
 
"I'm rather surprised you expected anything else." The Everian remarked happily. "Mysticism is one of the most important foundations of our culture as Everians. We have innately strong ties to it, it's only natural that I would want to discover it more."
 
"I suppose that was a silly statement of me to make. It's just that we humans have no set culture or beliefs, and so, there's nothing that the entirety of the race wishes to achieve... So when I see goals such as yours, I forget that it isn't a unique ideal, and that it's apart of your race's culture, that is all." Jeanne explained, leaning against the walls of the airship.
 
"When all this is over...I would like to travel with you to the human continent. To see what it's like when there is such a great diversity in culture and no basis...not to mention it would help me to explore the relationship between humans and mysticism."
 
Siglos gently closed the door, taking a deep breath.

"...H-he's not here." Siglos said softly. He turned on the water, feeling the cool liquid against his skin.

"...H-he won't find me..." Siglos said softly. Cupping his hands in the water, he brought it to his face, splashing himself. Slowly, he wiped his eyes, staring at the wall.

……

A boy huddled against the smooth, white walls of the bathroom, his body curled into a ball. His were knees pushed painfully onto his chest, as his body trembled violently. Blood slowly dripped from an open gash on his head, painting his grey hair a dark red.

"Darius!" A man shouted. Ice dripped from the man's words, the sound cutting into Siglos's ears like a knife. The boy said nothing, the trembling only becoming more violent as he heard the man approach.

Moments later, he heard a knock on the door. It was loud and violent, the very hinges frame shuttering as if it would collapse at any moment.

"Open the door, Darius." The man said. His voice was contained, the silent anger more dangerous than the sharpest of swords. Siglos let out a soft yelp, his face wet with a mixture of blood and tears.

"…Open the door." The man repeated, his hands closing around the doorknob. The man's soft, commanding tone was soothing enough to woo even the prickliest of diplomats. Yet…to the child, it was more terrifying than the fiercest dragon. He shrunk back further into the wall, as if he hoped to pass through it entirely.

"….You know the punishment for acting out of line…" The man said quietly. The threat lingered in the air for a moment, then several, until…

Klick….

The door slowly unlocked. A boy, no more than 15, standing in the doorway. His grey hair flowed down to his neck, messy and unkempt. The boy said nothing, his gaze fixed on the floor. His legs shook violently, as if they'd give out at any moment.

The man looked at the boy for a moment. A soft smile appeared on his face. In any other circumstance, it would have looked kind, comforting even…yet to Siglos, it only made him want to run all the more.

"…why did you make me hurt you like that, Darius?" The man said. The fury in his voice was gone now, replaced with a gentle, almost soothing whisper. The boy said nothing in response, avoiding the man's gaze entirely.

The man looked at the boy for a moment, before slowly shaking his head. Slowly, he placed a hand on his shoulder.

"…it looks like you need…a reminder." The man said softly. The boy's eyes instantly widened, his fear replaced by sheer panic.

"…N-No…" The boy whimpered for the first time. He tried to pull away…but he couldn't, his legs refusing to respond to his thoughts. He tried to flail, but his arms went limp, the joints growing stiff and heavy. It was as if they had been turned to clay. Desperation fully took hold, a shrill screech building up in his throat…yet no sound came out, his jaw frozen in place as if it had been wired shut. The only thing that moved…was his eyes, wide and unblinking, indescribable terror clouding his vision.

Slowly, the man raised his hand, placing it on the boy's head.

In an instant, he felt...nothing. Darkness consumed his vision completely, the overwhelming blackness seeping deep into his mind. His limbs, went completely numb, any sensation lost within them. The gentle air that floated through the ship drifted unnoticed onto the boy's soft skin. Even the delicate aroma of the ship, the gentle mix of lavender and rose...disappeared from his mind. The sensations of his body severed from his as simple as a thread of yarn. The only thing left...was his hearing, the man wanting to impart one final message to the child.

"...Remember. Darius." The man said, nearly whispering into his ear.

"...You only feel, because I allow it...and you only move, because I let you..." He said softly. Slowly he stood up, smoothing off the wrinkles that had formed in his coat.

"...I'll leave you like that for...a few hours. That should be enough time for you to...understand your place." He said softly. Slowly, he turned around, beginning to walk away. The boy's hearing slowly faded...being replaced by nothing but... eternal silence.

Inside...the boy screamed.

....

Siglos sunk into the bath, slowly curling himself into a ball. He still held his lavender-scented ring, the jewel pressed tightly against his face.

"...He...he isn't here..." He repeated, his voice shaking.

"...He...he can't...he can't..." Siglos said quietly.

"...."

He continued to murmur to himself, tears slowly sliding down his cheeks.
 
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"Hmmmm..." Sylvia thought to herself before looking down at Cain.

"Why is Siglos crying?" Sylvia asked in their unique language.

"No idea. I can hear it all the way from here... And I smell the salt in his tears..." Cain said back in the same language, "He must not like heights."

"Maybe... He did say he had bad experiences with airships. I don't really see what's so bad about them." Sylvia said back, shrugging.

Cain shrugged as well, "I guess some people just don't like being high-up."
KingEzran said:
"When all this is over...I would like to travel with you to the human continent. To see what it's like when there is such a great diversity in culture and no basis...not to mention it would help me to explore the relationship between humans and mysticism."
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"Well, the place we were just in was part of the human continent. When we return from the church... Perhaps we can explore it a bit more. I'd have no problem traveling with you, Saffi." Jeanne said, "I'm sure we could even get the others to tag along!"
 
(Okay now I can continue shit lol. Before I make us reach our destination does anybody have anything they wanna do around the ship? Anybody they wanna interact with or whatever before we get the main story rolling again?)
 
The_man_with_the_Midas_touch said:
Siglos gently closed the door, taking a deep breath.

"...H-he's not here." Siglos said softly. He turned on the water, feeling the cool liquid against his skin. His memories

"...H-he won't find me..." Siglos said softly. Cupping his hands in the water, he brought it to his face, splashing himself. Slowly, he wiped his eyes, staring at the wall.

……

A boy huddled against the smooth, white walls of the bathroom, his body curled into a ball. His were knees pushed painfully onto his chest, as his body trembled violently. Blood slowly dripped from an open gash on his head, painting his grey hair a dark red.

"Darius!" A man shouted. Ice dripped from the man's words, the sound cutting into Siglos's ears like a knife. The boy said nothing, the trembling only becoming more violent as he heard the man approach.

Moments later, he heard a knock on the door. It was loud and violent, the very hinges frame shuttering as if it would collapse at any moment.

"Open the door, Darius." The man said. His voice was contained, the silent anger more dangerous than the sharpest of swords. Siglos let out a soft yelp, his face wet with a mixture of blood and tears.

"…Open the door." The man repeated, his hands closing around the doorknob. The man's soft, commanding tone was soothing enough to woo even the prickliest of diplomats. Yet…to the child, it was more terrifying than the fiercest dragon. He shrunk back further into the wall, as if he hoped to pass through it entirely.

"….You know the punishment for acting out of line…" The man said quietly. The threat lingered in the air for a moment, then several, until…

Klick….

The door slowly unlocked. A boy, no more than 15, standing in the doorway. His grey hair flowed down to his neck, messy and unkempt. The boy said nothing, his gaze fixed on the floor. His legs shook violently, as if they'd give out at any moment.

The man looked at the boy for a moment. A soft smile appeared on his face. In any other circumstance, it would have looked kind, comforting even…yet to Siglos, it only made him want to run all the more.

"…why did you make me hurt you like that, Darius?" The man said. The fury in his voice was gone now, replaced with a gentle, almost soothing whisper. The boy said nothing in response, avoiding the man's gaze entirely.

The man looked at the boy for a moment, before slowly shaking his head. Slowly, he placed a hand on his shoulder.

"…it looks like you need…a reminder." The man said softly. The boy's eyes instantly widened, his fear replaced by sheer panic.

"…N-No…" The boy whimpered for the first time. He tried to pull away…but he couldn't, his legs refusing to respond to his thoughts. He tried to flail, but his arms went limp, the joints growing stiff and heavy. It was as if they had been turned to clay. Desperation fully took hold, a shrill screech building up in his throat…yet no sound came out, his jaw frozen in place as if it had been wired shut. The only thing that moved…was his eyes, wide and unblinking, indescribable terror clouding his vision.

Slowly, the man raised his hand, placing it on the boy's head.

In an instant, he felt...nothing. Darkness consumed his vision completely, the overwhelming blackness seeping deep into his mind. His limbs, went completely numb, any sensation lost within them. The gentle air that floated through the ship drifted unnoticed onto the boy's soft skin. Even the delicate aroma of the ship, the gentle mix of lavender and rose...disappeared from his mind. The sensations of his body severed from his as simple as a thread of yarn. The only thing left...was his hearing, the man wanting to impart one final message to the child.

"...Remember. Darius." The man said, nearly whispering into his ear.

"...You only feel, because I allow it...and you only move, because I let you..." He said softly. Slowly he stood up, smoothing off the wrinkles that had formed in his coat.

"...I'll leave you like that for...a few hours. That should be enough time for you to...understand your place." He said softly. Slowly, he turned around, beginning to walk away. The boy's hearing slowly faded...being replaced by nothing but... eternal silence.

Inside...the boy screamed.

....

Siglos sunk into the bath, slowly curling himself into a ball. He still held his lavender-scented ring, the jewel pressed tightly against his face.

"...He...he isn't here..." He repeated, his voice shaking.

"...He...he can't...he can't..." Siglos said quietly.

"...."

He continued to murmur to himself, tears slowly sliding down his cheeks.
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(You looking to do anything else or we good, Midas?)
 
An ambiguous amount of time passes...

The ship's movement came to a complete halt, the sound of it docking itself and the sound of metal linking it to said dock being heard throughout the vessel.

Jeanne gripped her flag, shaking her head to clear her head.

Sylvia and Cain had yet to actually leave the spot they were in the entire time, with Cain just having been leaning into Sylvia's tummy the entire time to use it as a cushion while Sylvia just sat there and waited. "I wonder if Rakshashin are allowed in churches..." Sylvia thought to herself.
 
Siglos was still inside one of the bathrooms, having spent the entire trip curled into a ball inside the room. Slowly, he looked up, hearing the all too familiar noise of an airship docking.

"....." Siglos said nothing. Slowly, he uncurled himself, his limbs aching slightly from having spent so long pressed together. Stretching his legs, he slowly moved towards the door. As he neared it however, he froze, a burst of anxiety seizing him. He stood there for nearly a minute, simply staring down at the doorknob.

Eventually...he took a breath.

"... There's nobody there..." He said softly. Slowly, he turned the doorknob, unlocking the door and stepping outside the room. In a few moments, he reached the group, silently pressing himself against one of the walls. He was paler than usual, but aside from that, he looked the same as when they last saw him.
 
Sylvia glanced at Siglos as she got up, throwing Cain on top of her shoulders as Alice walked out from one of the doors.

"Sir, are you quite alright? Was something not to your liking?" Alice asked Siglos, turning to him.
 
"That is obviously a lie, but, I shan't pry." Alice said, moving to open the exit to the airship, which revealed a glorious golden pathway with many unrecognizable inscriptions across the ground, something only Jeanne and Alice seemed to recognize.

Jeanne glanced at Siglos for a moment, but, she shook her head, burying her worries in the back of her mind as she moved to begin walking down the pathway, silently praying.
 
Saffi had some concern for Siglos, but perhaps she shouldn't see into his mind again. If Alice didn't try, Saffi felt as though she definitely didn't have the right. She planned on asking Siglos about it later, but now likely wasn't a good time.
 
Siglos bowed quietly at Alice, before scurrying off the ship, breathing a small sigh of relief as his feet touched solid ground. He stood there for a moment, before slowly following the group.

"...A-are these symbols...important? I-I haven't seen them before..." Siglos said softly, wanting to shift attention away from himself.
 
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As the group traversed forward, the inscriptions becoming more defined, an image of the sun and some large monstrous, eldritch creature being woven by the inscriptions as they walked.

"I take it you are all aware of the Dark God... Argosax, yes?" Alice said, clasping her hands together as they walked. "These inscriptions are a rough account of the Sun Goddess' war against him..."
 
"Indeed I do..." Alice said, "But, as he's the same person who made that sword I gifted you, I shan't reveal his identity."

"...Argosax." Sylvia thought to herself, looking down at the various inscriptions of the chaotic deity plastered across the golden floor.
 
“O-oh! I…guess that makes sense…” Siglos said quietly, nodding. He reached into his bag, softly running his hand against the weapon he had received.

“Y-you don’t have to tell me who it is. B-but…he is…still alive, right? You mentioned he was intoverted…so I-I assume he’s still around, somewhere…” Siglos murmured.
 
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