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    Haraka Omaras
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    Post by Haraka Omaras on 1st February 2019, 10:40 pm




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    The day seemed to be just like any other. Wake up at the crack of dawn, shower, brush hair before tying it up, get dressed, eat, then head out. It was an early morning shift as the hospital, working on research for some of the hours, working in the clinic on other hours.  He had invited Victoria to visit after the one job they had done together, but not all invited ever actually arrived. No matter how young Omaras looked, he knew that he acted like and was very much not not exactly the youngest person. Who these days would want food and drink with someone that would be showing and talking about clay made stone wares and root made glass wares? Well, maybe her. She was the one who had actual interest in hearing more than expected. Deeper and more intimate information hadn't been shard yet, but that was normal. One shouldn't start the meeting of others by giving the deepest darkest details. There was dancing around a lot of details when they first met, more information shared than intended in the first place. Still, nothing incredibly intimate was spoken.

    Most had been information that could have been found in the right books. It had felt a bit personal though, perhaps because it was thoughts and memories being shared. That early life wasn't a series of information recorded in books to the best of historian scholars attempts. In any case the person met the early morning light after the end of his shift, plants outside still being moist and fresh with dew. The young looking old man fully expected William to awaken soon, so headed towards one of the many merchants he was quite familiar with. It was typical, hungry or not, for a friendly greeting to happen before either was close enough to talk. This was when the morning stopped feeling like just another day. When waving a slightly worn out feeling ice blue hand, the mixed blood has expected a wave or nod in return. Neither of those happened. Was there anything going on? As the West Fiore Trading Company member grew closer, another red flag was spotted. That merchants brother was there? At this time that person was typically working to ready their tavern, a place that certainly wasn't close enough to make this normal.

    A third red flag was seen when he was almost in talking distance, the grim look on both brothers faces, one looking in his direction and the other looking downward. The unfolding of multiple signs as the gap between them slowly shortened had started nervousness to build. The man could feel his stomach give twisting and dropping sensations from the emotions. The first thing that was spoken upon arrival was apologies and offers of food brought from the brothers tavern, supposed leftovers from the day before. He could tell those weren't scraps, it was food purposely made this very morning. Fresh food cooked professionally and carried over carefully enough for it to not look like a total mess? He knew the signs of bad news coming. While not one who had the most intimate details in the world, he knew more than any stranger. A family friend that had kept semi in touch for enough generations for it to seem unlikely for that family to recall a time that the seemingly ageless man hadn't been friends with them. This is why they were being so careful, why both were trying to make something easier to bear hearing.

    The entire process of even walking over had felt nerve wrecking enough that everything else seemed to fade at that point. Someone could have seen or heard the entire thing and he wouldn't have took notice. It was strange for someone who had lived so long on a strong amount of paranoia that had been gained through thousands of years of hiding from a group. The news wasn't spoken, it didn't need to be. A box was opened, something flat being inside. A small patch of scaled skin that looked from something quite big. The alarming detail came from the glowing crest on it. They didn't need to tell him how they happened to find out about this, neither brother were involved in the black market that he knew of. The tavern owner though? Had an inn above and some people had very loose lips around the bartenders. Not everyone who visited that tavern were squeaky clean, it made taking certain illegal items easier. It was a risk taken not for themselves, for getting caught could have caused the criminals to become violent. This was taken for his sake, for the glowing white snowflake was the same one on his own hide.


    The symbol in the middle looked similar to a gladius sword, it was his great aunts crest. Omaras fell to his knees, fingers pressing against the wood of the docks, their talons hovering over. The box was obviously closed before he could finish falling, that wasn't the sword of item one would risk flashing around. There was an attempt to comfort him, a pat on the shoulder. This was likely a bit awkward for the two, a person whom neither had even seen in an upset mood now moved to his knees. The tears were not welcomed, but arrived regardless. This wasn't something he had expected. He wanted to know how grave robbers found the place, but knew neither would know that answer. The pain she had caused him, that family member, he still loved her dearly. As hurt and upset as she had made him in life. He didn't want to go there, but now there really wasn't any choice. Trying to pull himself together was hard, all of this was so emotional. What was he to do? What should he... "I... I need to go stop them." Blinded by tears, still not standing, a deep but silky smooth voice still spoke from the full ice blue lips in an almost defeated sounding tone.

    A new dark thought arrived.
    "...I have no idea how many people will be there, or the danger. The longer I wait, the worse the situation will get, but blindly rushing in alone could get me killed."




    The Blood of death kept me breathing. From that fluid birthed a new rhythm.

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    Post by Victoria Sheridan on 2nd February 2019, 12:23 pm

    After successfully defeating the evil pumpkins in Haunted Village and breaking the power of the Corlone family in Rose Garden, Victoria had taken a few days off to rejoice in defeating her nemesis Francesca Corlone the legal way. There was almost no possible way that the Corlones could ever recover from having their dealings in murder for hire and slave trading exposed for the public of Earthland to see in newspaper, on Lacrima television, and on the Lacrima net. There was no way that the crime family could ever garner public sympathy... at least Victoria hoped that was the case. She was sure that in between the police and rival crime organizations, Francesca and her father would not dare show their faces in public for a very long time, if ever.

    Earlier today she had received an invitation from Haraka Omaras of West Fiore Trading Company to accompany them on a trip to Tolgalen. Looking for a chance to get back into action, Victoria eagerly accepted the invitation. She gained a respect for the mage during the job in the Cursed Lands, where they beat back an attack on Haunted Village made by pumpkins infused with magic and a taste for human flesh. Haraka was a mage dedicated to defending people who could not protect themselves. They also attempted to limit the property damage done to Haunted Village and its crops, something that gained the West Fiore Trading Company mage more of Victoria's respect.

    Wearing her Azure Armor over a blue t-shirt with khaki cargo shorts and white tennis shoes, Victoria kept her Bandolier inside her backpack instead of draping it over her armor to avoid inciting panic among the citizens of Earthland. She would put on the Bandolier when she got to their destination. She did not have to worry nearly as much about the opinion of enemies as she did the opinion of the people she was trying to protect. She arrived on the docks of the Cloud Sea and found Haraka crouched down on the dock.

    "Hey Haraka, are you OK?" Victoria asked the other mage. She was concerned about them because she recalled the story that Haraka had told her about how stratified the society the latter came from was. She remembered how Haraka's mother was barely tolerated despite being one of the few healers around and how his grandmother was disqualified from ever having a leadership position because of a simple physical defect. The situation reminded her of her unpleasant experiences with Capital Crocus' stratified society, but the undersea people were a lot worse than Capital Crocus ever was. At least Victoria could have become part of capital society, even maybe a social leader if she had enough money to be deemed tolerable to the aristocrats and wannabe aristocrats of Fiore's capitol.

    Haraka's people were not nearly so tolerant. She only had to remember the stories of Haraka's mother and grandmother to get a quick reminder of that fact. Haraka was a good person in spite of what happened to his family... maybe the brunette could stand to learn a lesson or two from the other mage.

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    Post by Haraka Omaras on 22nd February 2019, 10:36 pm




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    Deep sapphire blue irises turned towards the very person he hadn't expected to show up. Not everyone invited actually did so, most really didn't. There was no reason for them to, not when the only promise was food and conversation with a rambling old man. He didn't have amazing treasures, nor a want for them. There was no need or want for a vast living quarters. Guests didn't exactly pop up from the wood works for visits. What should he do? It was hard to talk, impossible to explain out here. Maybe they could walk aboard the ship to speak? The merchants would certainly allow it, though because of the dragon slayer lacrima used to repair his soul, doing that would make talking harder for a much different reason.
    What should he do? There was a need to leave now, a want to. Just as it seemed he would freeze up, a warm pair of hands gently pushed him a bit. Fire had come out, the silent spirit getting the doctor from the stunned state of shock. Yes, talk first, talk was important.
    "Uh..." There was a glance towards the box before fire gently pushed him towards the water, the woman standing firmly on the dock. He knew what she was trying to say.
    "This is my fire spirit. She was just.." He looked towards the merchant, than to fire, then Victoria. "I'll be able to explain better in the air. Would you mind traveling somewhere with me? I need to do something, go somewhere... It will be easier to think without so many around." It was easy to allow the draconian blood to slip out more and manifest itself. The mixed blood changed into their sea dragon form, wings folded up. He sat down, waiting for their friend to climb on before taking flight.

    This was... a lot. It was all a lot. Omaras felt light headed, dazed, upset, depressed, panicked, angry, and it all felt like a mess. Everything was a horrible mess.
    "Sorry, I had meant to invite you to spend a normal day here..." But that wasn't happening, at least now at this moment. Once it seemed safe to do so, the sea dragon jumped from the dock then spread his wings. There was a brief time of gliding over the water, talons lightly touching the water. Haraka flew up when it seemed they were good enough a distance from the docks though, the well sized wings keeping speed to a minimum for now.
    Now wasn't the time for races or racing anywhere. He knew there was a need to try to do something, but all the rushing emotions made it hard to think.
    "I... Need to go to the bottom of the ocean to where the ice countries palace is located. There are... either grave robbers or dragon hunters there. It... I think it would be impossible for them to have found it by chance, but I'm not calm enough to figure out more. Everything feels like a horrible mess... The merchants brother, he... saw the dragon skin patch a customer had brought in and knew it was... the mark was... my family... My great aunts, someone took it from her body..."
    The words felt like poison dripping from his maw, but this was something that needed to be let out. The very thought of strangers touching the corpses of his family churned at the stomach. It was painful and he hated it. "No matter how they made me feel, they're still my family. I can't just... I have to go. Will you come with me? It's okay to say no, none of this was planned. I just.. found out."
    Everything felt like a giant mess.



    The Blood of death kept me breathing. From that fluid birthed a new rhythm.

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    Post by Victoria Sheridan on 23rd February 2019, 1:30 pm

    "Don't worry, Haraka. I'll travel with you wherever it is you're going." Victoria assured him. Haraka was a good guy who needed a helping hand with the pressing issue of going back to his family's home for the first time in ages. Going back to a place with so many powerful memories was not going to be easy for him and he clearly wanted at least one person by his side to help him through what was certain to be an unpleasant experience. When he said that they were going to go under the water, the brunette winced for a moment. She was not able to breath underwater without the aid of a scuba tank or rebreather.

    "I'll go with you. However, I have one question before we set out, Haraka." Victoria said to him while holding up a finger. This next question was going to be important. It was so important that one could say that it was a make-or-break kind of thing. If Haraka did not have a means for her to breathe under the water, it would be a very short trip for the brunette.

    "Do you have a way to help me breathe underwater?" Victoria asked Haraka. She was a mage with powerful magic and more than a little resourcefulness, but she was still dependent on breathing air in order to stay on the right side of the dirt. She hoped that Haraka would have a way to help landlubbers like her survive under the waves. Whether it was a spell that helped her breathe water for the duration of the trip, a spell that gave extended lung capacity, or a spell that gave her a "bubble" of air around her head, Victoria would take any help that Haraka could offer.

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    Post by Haraka Omaras on 9th March 2019, 11:16 pm




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    Did he have a way? "Yes, a spell that lasts for awhile. Sorry..." It was hard to think when drenched with so many emotions. So many things had been forgotten, rationality becoming temporarily sparse. The only evidence of the crimes were being cradled in a box that was being latched onto by aquamarine blue talons. How does one calm down when a group of strangers might be chopping up and selling pieces of your family's bodies? They caused so much pain, but that didn't mean he hated them. They did love him in their own way, even his cousin that had been in that frosty cave. That made it hard to talk back, feeling and hearing their affections, yet know their desires for your person wasn't the best.  In their minds though? It was the best, the very best. That didn't make it right, but it helped Harakas mind excuse the language. "...I don't know if I'll be able to think clearly. My family, that part of it... it's..." Why did their bodies have to be the ones to survive? Why not the people he would want to bury the most? Why not the ones that treated him the kindest?! It was hard to bite back those dark thoughts, but the half ice dragon managed to do so. But? It hurt, that past hurt. They weren't even to the cloudy see that it was under yet and he was already crying. The world never had to play fair, so why would it start doing that now? "Do you have any... tips for calming down?" The storm of emotions didn't make the young looking man any less aware of the need for a calm mind when rushing into what could be a very dangerous situation. Without a clear head it would be harder to make the right choices. The mixed blood didn't want to make any choices that he would regret later on.



    The Blood of death kept me breathing. From that fluid birthed a new rhythm.

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    Post by Victoria Sheridan on 10th March 2019, 2:38 pm

    "Tips for calming down?" Victoria repeated the question. Perhaps Haraka would be better served asking someone else for that kind of information, but since she was the only one around, she would have to help him the best she could. She would have to think about her response and make sure that it was the right one for him. Normally Victoria did not really think about these sorts of things because she lived in the moment. She did not experience strong emotions very often, but when she did they tended to be intense but brief.

    "Hmm..." Victoria hummed noncommittally because she honestly had no idea of what to tell him. After intense stuff a bit of alcohol helped, but there were three problems with that. First, she did not know if Haraka could safely drink human alcohol. Second, she did not know his stance on alcohol. Third, she did not even know what type he liked.

    Using alcohol to calm down led to its own set of problems, problems that they did not need to risk running into at such an emotionally charged time for him. Alcohol might just make him angry at the worst time, so she needed to come up with another idea in a hurry. What could possibly help him right now?

    "Normally I'd go for a long walk somewhere with no destination in mind. I'd walk and keep going until I calm down." Victoria suggested to him. Walking was what helped her get focused again after experiencing strong emotions, but that might not be the most practical idea underwater. Swimming was the next best thing... maybe Haraka had a place that he went to when things got too heavy to bear, somewhere not in the city.

    "Uh, do you have a place that's not in the city that you could go to? You know, like an underwater garden, a coral reef, somewhere you go to get your focus back?" Victoria asked Haraka. She was at her wit's end on how to help the mage. Maybe her talking it through with him would help Haraka think of something other than what was stressing him. He needed to be in a good mental place before they ventured into the city so that they could work together to face whatever was down there.

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    Post by Haraka Omaras on 22nd March 2019, 12:05 am




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    Did he have somewhere that could help him cool down? He couldn't work on claywares in this state, nor get in the zen like state required to make the glasswork native to his native culture that has been long since lost to time and under the waves. What calmed his mind? The only thing that had in a long time that required no thoughts was the endless white that hadn't existed anywhere in so long. That endless white... If only he could see even a little of it, then maybe he could calm down a little. Would any of it be left? Maybe it was a bad idea... The location was getting closer and closer "Think of the sensation of warmth with family and take slow deep breaths." It was an unexpected voice, also a strange realization. Wind could always talk with a voice because he was always powerful, even without the medium. Lightening was a spirit that had never been owned by someone of importance, him talking now meant Haraka had grown. It also meant that the other elemental spirits could have more vocalized opinions too, which helps when he's panicking at times like this. "Deep breaths and think of family, did fire ask you to suggest that?" He tried to say in a joking way, but his voice sounded less amused and more forced and fighting off panic. But... he was listening, or trying. Think of family warmth? What did that even mean? Maybe it was like... naps on grandmother? Stories with grandfather, lessons and cuddles from mother and father. "I have a smart wife." the spirit fully admitted in his normal calm voice. Deep breaths, in and out. Thank of warm feelings. Everything will be alright.

    "...Everything will be alright." The dragon repeated that out loud, trying to calm down further. The area was getting increasingly cloudy and foggy, but he already knew the location. Still, it would take time to calm down. Where should he go? Just... to calm. Maybe it would be better to circle over the area once they get there? Being above the ocean was still very different than at the bottom of the ocean. The small amount of calming was enough for Omaras to get some of his thinking back. It wasn't all the rationality, but it was enough to understand what fire said a bit better, something he had used to calm himself and others in tense situations before. Those had been in ones before he had magic, but certainly long after he hadn't thought there would be family to worry about again. Maybe it will go a bit faster with some small talk? "Do you have any foods, drinks, or places that feel special to you? Is there any suggestions or questions for when we are both ready to go to the castle under the ocean?" Questions you don't normally see together, but strange situations can cause strange talk. It's not every day that one prepares to go under the deep to deal with grave robbers concerning remains so old that they could easily be handed over as museum pieces.



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    Post by Victoria Sheridan on 24th March 2019, 11:43 am

    Victoria watched as Haraka tried to coll down and focus on getting ready for the underwater trip. He was doing his best to mentally prepare himself but was not quite ready to take the plunge... figuratively speaking. She would wait for as long as needed because going back to a place full of memories like the ones Haraka described to her would not be easy. Victoria had the same feelings about Capital Crocus because of its hidebound aristocracy who thought that anyone not like them was barely tolerable at best and human refuse at worst. Victoria also did not have the emotional investment in Capital Crocus that Haraka did in his home city, so it was entirely reasonable that the West Fiore Trading Company mage would be a lot more upset about going to the underwater city than Victoria was about going to Crocus.

    "Special food, drink, or places?" Victoria repeated the question. That was a good one because she had given it very little thought. There was very little that she would not eat and she would drink almost anything with alcohol at least once. Haraka wanted an answer, so she would give him one.

    "Yeah, I have a special drink. Slatheron vodka. And I have a special place... a friend of my father owns a bar where I learned to mix and sling drinks as a side job." Victoria answered the question in an effort to give the other mage hope. She then thought of a question to ask Haraka before they went under the sea. She got to thinking and her mind turned to the question of whether there were any automated defenses they needed to worry about dealing with or avoiding.

    "Hey Haraka, does your city have any kind of special defenses like magic barriers or automated weapons or sentry bots that we need to worry about?" Victoria asked him. She did not expect a warm welcome and a red carpet rolled out for them, but some receptions were more hostile than others. The Sabertooth mage wanted to know this kind of thing before showing up and getting a lot of gunshots, stab wounds, or other unwanted attention from the locals.

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    Post by Haraka Omaras on 18th April 2019, 4:06 pm




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    Victorias likes and places of comforts sounded very adult. It certainly wasn't surprising, but it was casual enough to help the mind calm a bit. There was still an urgency inside that was certainly raging at unhealthy levels, but a little more calm was better than still being in full panic mode. But her question for him certainly got the mans mind in the right direction. This lead to a realization, as well as a lot of calming down. Why would there only be one small bit brought along by one person? Something he didn't think about it until he thought about security. "The castles doors can only be unlocked by members of the royal family, we're all given a key. Even I have one, though it's never been used that way... The building has a self restore spell, but when its cast all the doors automatically lock. The grave robber only took one patch of skin from a giant ice dragon... My aunts corpse was outside of the building. The ice of that country is a magical ice of preservation, it preserves everything and pushes things that aren't ice outside of it. I think... a number of them became stuck in the castle, if not all of them. If that didn't happen then I see no reason why they wouldn't take the entire body. It might be good to go to the capital city first but... only if you're fine with seeing piles of bodies."
    It sounded like a good idea, but he didn't want to flash Victoria with how the capital looked the first and last time he ever went there. It was unlikely to be in any sort of good shape. What did it look like back then? Honestly he wasn't fully sure.

    The pain, screams, his own blood loss and injuries, the fire... there was so much blood... Part of him didn't want to see them in that way, to possibly spot bite marks or missing pieces and know the likely cause wasn't recent. He wanted to avoid it, but there likely wouldn't be any of that at this point. It was still the closest area to the castle with buildings that was not actually the castle.



    The Blood of death kept me breathing. From that fluid birthed a new rhythm.

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    Post by Victoria Sheridan on 18th April 2019, 10:11 pm

    Victoria was not deterred by the possibility of seeing the sight of multiple dead bodies lying around. She had seen and heard someone starve to death in winter back in the bad old days of Capital Crocus. She had also witnessed the aftermath of a gang fight involving the use of switchblades... the area looked like an abstract artist had gone overboard with the red paint and had slung it and dripped it on the paving stones. The sight of death was far from new to her, but she appreciated the warning. It was also not an easy subject for Haraka to talk about, particularly since the dead bodies were his own people.

    "I'll be fine, Haraka. I've seen plenty of death in my time in the bad part of Capital Crocus. Still, thanks for giving me a warning." Victoria assured Haraka that she would be OK with the sight of death. She was more worried about how her companion would feel about the sight. He seemed to be handling it well so far, but she was not sure how he would react once he was actually back in the city and among all the remains of his people. Victoria would be there to help the West Fiore Trading Company mage every step of the way through the city and do what she could to help him get through the visit.

    "Are there any other defenses that we need to worry about besides that door? Did the city have any automated defenses like guns or robots?" Victoria asked Haraka for a little more information regarding the city they were going to visit. She was probably getting a little out there with her questions, but she was not sure exactly how advanced Haraka's civilization was. It might have been one of those advanced ones where robots were designed and in use long before people on the surface even thought about them.

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    Post by Haraka Omaras on 25th April 2019, 2:58 pm




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    The very concept of automated weapons being near the sunken was a bit strange to even hear of. Of course he knew Victoria didn't know it didn't exist there at the time the country sunk, otherwise she wouldn't have asked. Most knew next to nothing of his country of birth, even scholars. This was why it took a second for him to speak out a response. "Guns and robots weren't actually a thing. My grandfather tried to introduce a weapon that might be called an ancient magic charged hand cannon? But a lot of his inventions were ignored by people with the funds to make it happen past his own personal one." The man wanted to say she should be weary if they see that item, but that would open a different sort of can of worms. Why? Because there was only one group that would have been able to take it on that day, if it still existed. A dark small water sphere started forming in one of his draconian hands. Victorias name had been spoken, causing the tiny sphere to spring towards the Sabertooth guild member. It stuck to her and would remain there until the spell timed out. It would be what allowed her to breathe in salt water. It was after the spell activated that the half demon dove his body into the water. The West Fiore Trading Company member begun to swim swiftly, moving with more speed and elegance than they ever had on land. The direction was mainly one way, down. None of the sea creatures seemed bothered by the presence of Omaras. They had no reason to be bothered either, he moved and was like part of an ocean.

    The layers of the deep and vast ocean moved around them as the mixed blood moved further from the surface above. The further they went into the depths, the more pressure water started to build on them. It didn't take too long to come to a part of the ocean where the sun couldn't reach. In time, there would be a new sort of light either of them could have seen. Around the ocean floor there was a number of illuminated crustaceans and other types of life. Was this as deep as this area of the ocean got? The dragon knew that wasn't so. Why? It would have fallen in this area, so it was in this area. Draconian eyes looked about in the dark waters before darting to a what looked like a large crack in the ground. Something that wasn't expected? To end up flying into a space with light and air so soon after diving into the crack. It was strange to look down at his homeland from above, to look at it at all outside of aged memories. It mostly looked like and endless expansion of white. It was surprising to see nature growing, pale colored flora and fauna that was unique in variant or species to the region. The Old capital though? Its icy ground had a thin red fog over it. None of the bodies or buildings had been touched by any area with the fog. Could he just land there now? No, definitely not.
    "I'm going to land next to the capital city." So came the decent towards the ground, the flight slowing the closer they came to the ground. Haraka didn't change back to his humanoid form until all of his feet were firmly planted onto the ground. The landing spot had been next to the city, giving a good contrasting view.

    On the upside, he knew what it was now. The downside? It was still probably going to be dangerous.
    "I think the group left a demon miasma on the city, it's probably in any location they attacked." The young looking man probably should have suspected that something like that might have happened. There hadn't been a reason to think about such things until this day though. Still, this was so surprising. "It's amazing that wildlife actually survived the countries fall into the ocean..." Had wildlife changed in the thousands of years the country had been isolated from people? They might never find out. The city coated in the low hanging red fog like miasma looked large for it's age, though definitely didn't have anything resembling sky scrapers. The roads in the city were tiles made of a strange pure white metal. Many of them had been crushed or cracked thousands of years ago, but some still remained in good shape. The roads were lined with tall street lamps, the ones that weren't broken somehow still making light. The homes were made of stone that had been coated in the white metal, the coating only being apparent due to how many of the buildings had well holes or numerous cracks. Most of the dead looked to be well off, dressed in silken clothes that wouldn't have looked to be so unsuited in midi. Certainly, it didn't look to be from there, but it definitely had a similar feel in the clothing and buildings. Midi had likely been an influence at some point in the lost ice countries ancient history. Some bodies looked torn up, a few others looked to be different variants of consumed.

    But by what? Omaras certainly knew it wasn't the animals that clearly wanted nothing to do with the miasma, but he also knew the answer. It was something he didn't want to say the answer to,
    just as the young looking man didn't want to address why some bodies looked in a state of undress. None of the dead looked the least bit pleased, to say the least. The bodies were well preserved from the effects of the extreme cold, along with the preserving affects of the magic from the layers of ice and snow that made this lands base. Looking at the untouched destruction brought up memories in the mind. The visions briefly haunted the thoughts, eyes with an expression lost to the current time until the memories made it harder to breathe. Just like that, the mind was back. This was getting hard. What should he do, or say? Eyes looked towards his friend. What could really be said? Here are these people Haraka had never met but had seen the deaths of? No. His mind was floating with death? Probably not.
    "...I... Uh... Are you alright in this weather?"



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    Post by Victoria Sheridan on 27th April 2019, 10:36 pm

    Victoria listened to Haraka's answer concerning firearms and robots and was intrigued to hear that his father had attempted to introduce a magically charged hand cannon. However, the innovator's design was turned down for reasons that were unknown to the Sabertooth mage. Maybe the higher-ups of the undersea society feared that they would lose power if all the people they casually oppressed and treated like refuse got the hand cannons. Victoria's attention was diverted from that when Haraka cast a spell that enshrouded her in a bubble that allowed her to breathe water, though for how long she would enjoy that privilege she did not know. She did not get a chance to ask because Haraka soon dove beneath the sea and moved with an unnatural grace and speed.

    The Sabertooth mage kept quiet and observed the sights that were under the ocean before they reached a dark area of ocean where the sun's light was unable to penetrate. The only light was provided by biolumenscent crustaceans and other bioluminescent lifeforms that patrolled the ocean floor on their rounds of doing whatever sea creatures did. Victoria noticed that Haraka's eyes looked about in the dark waters before darting to a what looked like a large crack in the ground and focusing on it. After a brief hesitation he soon dove into it and the pair found themselves in an area that looked like an endless expanse of white that stretched as far as the eye could see. She had never seen anything like this before, but she had never been this far under the ocean before either.

    Victoria noticed that there were pale lifeforms that did not live on the normal ocean floor. They must have been unique to this area. She did not understand how they could live here, but here they were floating around the two mages. Oceanographers would likely give every Jewel they owned to get their hands on even one of the pale creatures for study. Victoria pushed that thought out of her mind and listened to her companion when he declared his intent to land near the capital city.

    Once he had landed, Victoria was treated to the sight of a city that was obviously in decay but still possessed a certain splendor to it. However, Haraka was nowhere near as enamored by the sight as she was. Victoria turned from him and back to the city.

    The city was coated in a low hanging red fog-like miasma that had enveloped it; the city looked large for its age but had no skyscrapers like comparable land-based cities. The roads in the city were tiles made of a strange pure white metal that she had never seen before. Many of them had been crushed or cracked thousands of years ago, but some still remained in good shape. The roads were lined with tall street lamps much like the ones that dotted land-based cities and the ones that were not broken somehow still produced light, something which was both amazing and eerie.

    Victoria's attention was diverted from strange splendor of the city to Haraka's question about the weather and if she was okay with it. Victoria had braved the cold before when she had worked with Vinn Cobalt, Masha Dymonrel, Imai, and that strange Sara chick to stop Santa's invasion of Silent Glaciers. She had also braved the cold alongside Sassi Luminosa when they ventured into the cave to retrieve some moss on behalf of a scientist. Still, she was grateful that the West Fiore Trading Company mage was concerned about her.

    "I'm OK, thanks. How about you?" Victoria asked Haraka how he was doing now that they were close to their destination. He did not seem too happy to be here. He was a brave guy simply for coming this far; she would help him go the rest of the way and would help him against the group that left behind the red miasma as well as help him get through the issues that came with returning to the city where he had experienced so many strong emotions.

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    Post by Haraka Omaras on 8th May 2019, 10:38 pm




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    How about him? That was a good question asked. How should the man answer? Eyes scanned over everything a bit more before they landed on Victoria herself. Now wasn't the time to avoid answering, she wasn't a family member, so she wouldn't understand if he tried to brush it off. But how does one explain everything? To start from the beginning and go from there. If he was going to do that though, then the man didn't want to look at anyone. Harakas quickly drifted to the pale sky. "This land used to sit above the water as a massive country. It's base is a special holy ice coated with miles of snow. You aren't breathing from my spell, the land..." He paused a bit, eyes looking towards the sky. He couldn't even tell there was an entire ocean above them both, it was strange how like home everything looked. It really was his home country. "I'm six thousand, eight hundred, and four years of age. I was eight and a half around six thousand, seven hundred, and ninety five and a half years ago when a group of strangers entered my home town. I was a stupid kid that had never experienced true danger before. One of the groups leaders spoke to me and I spoke back. He was insane, so it doesn't matter why he became angry at me, only that it happened. Everyone in town tried to save me, the group lost a few men, but the group looked almost untouched in comparison to their numbers. Everyone in town was eaten, alive or dead. The only things that survived the fire they set on our town were the two books I saved and... anything the group might have stolen.

    If they did take anything, it was small. After that I was dragged around the country for half of a year. The people who died were those who couldn't leave due to health reasons, or didn't want to abandon a small child to a group. At every night, wind poured a little bit of his blood into me. His blood is purified death. The only way he could think to get me to survive through everything was to give me a little each night, which allowed fate to decide if I should be healed, or die, there wasn't really a middle ground. I feel like a mess right now because I had no idea the land, its flora and fauna, all of it could restore so perfectly... but the miasma left from that attack has left the remains of those from the tragedy. Then of course there's the reason we're even here in the first place. I'm not okay, everything is just..." A chaotic mess? It was his fault they were dead. He had always known somewhere deep inside that the deads bodies had been preserved, but seeing it hurt so much more. The man dropped the box he had been carrying that had he small bit of his grandmothers dragon skin inside. Omaras started crying, trying to take calming deep breaths. Something good about the snow? When something wasn't white, it was very noticeable. The mixed blood didn't notice a dark colored dot in the distance. An outsider, something that didn't fit the pale scenery moving miles away. Did the dot notice them? It would be hard to know from so far away. Of course it would be impossible to notice if you were feeling overwhelmed by a number of thoughts and emotions.



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    Post by Victoria Sheridan on 10th May 2019, 10:22 am

    "Oh." That simple statement was all that Victoria could reasonably say to Haraka's lengthy and detailed statement about his well-being. She was especially alarmed when he told the story of a group of strangers coming in and wrecking the place just because their leader got angry. That sounded like a lot of the bored rich kids who went to the bad side of Capital Crocus in packs. Far from being hapless travelers who got lost on the way home from the bar, these guys came looking for trouble. They went to Victoria's neighborhood to alleviate their boredom by picking fights with the homeless and wrecking what little shelter the poor people had, which was not saying a whole lot.

    A sense of entitlement as big as Capital Crocus and being unaccustomed to someone telling them "No" led to a lot of tragedy in the bad part of town. It was not uncommon for hapless vagrants to be found after having been beaten into unconsciousness or be found with multiple bite marks from the dogs that some rich sadists set loose on them for cheap laughs. Victoria herself had to run for her life from a pack of Dobermans a rich girl set loose on her after the latter decided that the typical insults about Victoria's old clothing and infrequent bathing were not sufficient insult for the crime of being born poor. Those were days that the brunette would rather forget. She focused on Haraka and tried to assure him that everything would be OK... or about as OK as they could get considering the circumstances.

    Haraka went from being barely in control to openly crying when he had dropped a box that was of special significance to him. She did not dare touch it because she did not want to make a bad situation worse, particularly when the entire point of her being here was to support him. Instead she opted to try and talk to him. She thought that she had spotted a small dot in the distance but could not make out what it was because she was preoccupied with trying to help Haraka recover from his latest emotional spike.

    "What can I do to help you?" Victoria asked him. If there was something she needed to avoid saying or doing to stay on his good side, now would be a good time for him to tell her. Maybe he did not want her going in the buildings without him with her. Maybe he wanted her to avoid touching anything inside the buildings. Considering that his hometown was a graveyard for his people, any prohibitions Haraka set in place would be entirely understandable.

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