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    ❖ THE SUN RISES ❖ (I/Dies Irae)

    Juuya
    Juuya

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    Lineage : Musashi's Descent
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    Posts : 133
    Cosmic Coins : 0
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    Experience : 14,978

    In Progress ❖ THE SUN RISES ❖ (I/Dies Irae)

    Post by Juuya on 13th October 2019, 2:16 pm

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    Nico Dixon
    Someone needs to step up and do something.
    HP: 000/000
    MP: 000/000
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    He smelled like the sun. Or this was what his grandmother used to say.

    The truth was that Nico didn't really know if he smelled like the sun. People told him that his toothy smile was bright and friendly like the sun and that his amber eyes radiated happiness like the sun. He knew that his positivity was so prominent that it only made the people around him think of only good things to come. His kindness was warm and gentle like the sun, and his passion and ambition were fierce and hot like it too. But smelling like the sun? That couldn't be right. How could you smell like something you couldn't even touch? His grandmother told him this over a decade ago, so Nico didn't know why he was just now remembering it.

    "So how old are 'ye, kid?" asked some old, wry voice. It was an old man rowing a small rowboat across a calm sea. He was small and had skin that sagged so much that you couldn't see his tiny brown eyes. His eyebrows and mustache were so thick and hairy that it protruded off his flesh and face. He had large liver spots cover his right cheek and warts cover his left. Despite his smallness and fragility, he was decievingly durable as he had been rowing since an hour ago. On the other side of the boat, staring out into open sea and the sun that reflected off of it was the brown-haired Nico Dixon with ambers for eyes. His hair was unruly and unkept, and his skin was shiny and spotless. He was carrying several travel bags that were so large and full that he must've had all of his belongings in them. And for the most part, he did.

    Nico perked up from the distracting ripples in the water and smiled at the old man. "Me? I'm eighteen." he replied, not knowing what else to say.

    "Eighteen, eh?" the old man cackled a small, wry cackle. "We need young men like 'ye in the rowing business. Look at those big, strong arms of 'ers. We'd be at Amber Island by now with arms like 'ers!"

    "Really?" Nico's countenance suddenly lit up. The old man was mostly joking about what he said but was surprised when he felt his passenger's heavy travel bags fall onto the wooden floors and the oars are plucked from his hands and into Nico's. Somehow they had switch positions now. "Please let me do it!" he blurted passionately.

    "Goodness! Haha!"
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    Thud!

    Nico couldn't tell, but it certainly felt like they arrived at Amber Island at speeds faster than the old man's. With satisfaction and exuberance, the two men exchanged their farewells and parted ways.

    The air was warm and the sun was out, completely free of clouds. Despite the warmth, Nico was wearing a black sleeveless jacket with a red t-shirt underneath. He had black cargo pants and three travels bags wrapped around his back, shoulders, and hands. The young man took a deep breath with wide eyes, and didn't smell anything that resembled the sun. But it didn't matter. What mattered were the people that resided on this island. Dies Irae.

    Nico abandoned the life of work and hardship he knew on the mainland for this guild. He made the voyage on that tiny rowboat that could hardly fit the old man and him without the security of even being accepted into their ranks. He could very well be turned away today and then he would have nothing to return to. But he wasn't nervous about the rejection. A hotter, more overwhelming emotion consumed him in this moment, and it was passion.

    With a ear-to-ear smile facing the sunny sky, he held his hand up above his face to shield him from the blinding glare of it. With one deep breath, his hand abruptly clenched into a fist, and his smile transformed into a gummy grin. With all the air in his chest, Nico shouted into the space above him from the shore of the island.

    ""I'M FINALLY HERE!"
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    IVYLEAF33



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    Sivvy
    Sivvy

    Administrator- Moderator- Developer/GFX Artist- Main Account- Mythical VIP Status- Mythical- Gain An Artifact- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Guild Master- Custom Slayer- Dragon Slayer- X-Rank- H-Rank- S-Rank- A-Rank- Wanderer- EXP Grinder- Jewel Grinder- Job Creator- Working Together- Christian Minecraft Server- I Have Friends...- Teaming Up!- Limited Edition- Idolize- Unknown Powerhouse- Unknown Legend- Achiever- Expert Achiever- Over Achiever- Buddy Buddy- Sticking Around- Dank Memer- Fan Artist- Taskmaster- Halloween Social- Lineage Making Contest Participant- Richie Rich- Rich- Veteran Level 1- Character Application Approved!- Magic Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Senior [500]- Novice [250]- 1st Place Event/Contest Winner- 2nd Place Event/Contest Winner- Summer Special Participant- Have an Admin as a friend!- Player 
    Lineage : Seal of Balance
    Position : None
    Posts : 1190
    Guild : Dies Irae - Co-GM
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Mentor : Johann von Snacc
    Experience : 2,149
    Brownie Points : Literally Infinite

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Metal Dragon Slayer
    Second Magic: Fable Requip
    Third Magic:

    In Progress Re: ❖ THE SUN RISES ❖ (I/Dies Irae)

    Post by Sivvy on 15th October 2019, 11:14 pm


    It seemed like she was away more and more. It wasn't that she expected dark mages to take a break, nor did she want a break, but it seemed as much as the growing guild was going out to eliminate additions to the Blacklist, they should have at least been thinning the herd. Were there really this many evil people in the world? Someone like Sivvy hadn't thought about life and human nature in quite this way before, but now that she'd been on the legal side of things for a while now, it was bothersome just how many people devoted their energy to mindless killing and oppression of innocent people. Honestly, she wondered if she'd once been on that side without knowing it. Up until meeting Johann by chance in Hosenka, it'd not been her purpose to examine the motives of the people who hired her for jobs. Now it bothered her to think she might have had a hand in some of the darkest places, back when she didn't care to know the difference between good and evil. Even now the line between the two was blurry and unfamiliar, but the clone was learning.

    After a long and successful trip, the ship that the female ambassador for Dies Irae was taking home finally docked at the familiar port of the growing island town. A very seasick dragon slayer hurriedly walked down the ramp to the stationary dock. It was all she could do to hold onto her dignity as an authority figure, but it was only by a thread. She was clearly a bit green around the gills, and let out a thankful sigh once she reached the sandy path that would lead her through town toward the Palace on the hill. Perhaps her nausea would be ignored entirely simply because of the state she was in. Her predominantly white outfit could hardly be called that anymore, considering the amount of blood that spattered it. Normally when she anticipated this much bloodshed, she wore her black powersuit. It couldn't be helped, however, since she'd been ambushed by a rowdy pack of dark mages dressed as clowns and calling themselves the Crazy Harlequin Entourage. She'd slain them without hesitation, of course, ridding the town they'd tried to overrun of the deadly threat they'd been suffering for more than a month. As usual, she was not without a trophy for the guildhall. Clutched in one hand was a fuzzy rainbow afro wig, just misted with blood, but nothing like her clothes and skin were.

    One would think it'd be alarming to see a pink-haired girl covered in other people's blood casually heading into town, but the residents of Amber Island were used to it. It was just the nature of the guild that was rebuilding this island, and they felt safer for it. The members of Dies Irae were a force for good and had the power and discipline to carry it out to the end. Sivvy nodded to a swarthy cargo hauler just as a male voice rose over the general rabble of the sea piers.

    Sivvy looked around for the source of the shriek. Carmine eyes flitted to each ship in the docks of the growing town, seeing no one appearing to belong to such a noise. It took her a few moments to locate it even with her enhanced hearing because frankly, she hadn't been looking for a dinky little rowboat with two men on the opposite ends of the adult aging spectrum. Now that she saw the brunette, she knew the scene all too well (minus the row boat...did they really row all the way here?). Bags of belongings, the growing excitement that came with starting a new chapter in life. A new recuit with bright eyes and a zest for throwing themselves into the unknown.

    The bloody ambassador and the clutched clown wig approached the beach between two of the docks. It was an unusually sunny day for the island, which seemed to match the disposition of this boy. "Hello," she greeted, a small, pleased smile playing on her lips. "Are you here to join the guild? I can lead you there since I'm heading that way anyway."



    WC: 703 || Sivvy's WC: 703




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    ❖ THE SUN RISES ❖ (I/Dies Irae) 60437_s
    Juuya
    Juuya

    Player 
    Lineage : Musashi's Descent
    Position : None
    Posts : 133
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 14,978

    In Progress Re: ❖ THE SUN RISES ❖ (I/Dies Irae)

    Post by Juuya on 17th October 2019, 8:04 pm

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    Nico Dixon
    Someone needs to step up and do something.
    HP: 000/000
    MP: 000/000
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    Staring at the fragments of sunshine that slipped through his fingers, Nico wasn't expecting the smell of iron to appear. Or rather, the smell of blood. The smell of the sea and the somewhat salty, pleasant air of Amber Island were nice, but there weren't very many things that smell like iron after all. Once you've familiarized yourself with the pungent odor of blood, you recognize the smell the second it surfaces.

    When Nico's amber eyes descended back onto Earthland, he was met with a woman with a delicate, regal looking face and clothes splattered with blood. She was almost a foot shorter than Nico and her skin was pale and unblemished as far as his eyes could see. The colorful wig caked with crimson in one hand and nothing in the other. Should he offer to shake it? Looking into her full and yet somewhat distant eyes, it was hard to tell whether she was the type to greet others with physical gestures or not. She didn't seem like it, but Nico's hand, decorated with calluses below each finger, reached out for a handshake regardless.

    "What? You'd really do that?!" Nico's eyes seemed to light up for a moment. He wasn't anticipating being led the way there, after all. "I'm Nico, by the way. Nico Dixon! It's really sunny today, isn't it?" he grinned his gummy grin again, his big hand still outstretched. Nico didn't seem bothered by the blood or the amount of it at all. He had wondered why she had held a clown's wig with her, but his curiosity didn't pique beyond that.

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    IVYLEAF33



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    Sivvy
    Sivvy

    Administrator- Moderator- Developer/GFX Artist- Main Account- Mythical VIP Status- Mythical- Gain An Artifact- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Guild Master- Custom Slayer- Dragon Slayer- X-Rank- H-Rank- S-Rank- A-Rank- Wanderer- EXP Grinder- Jewel Grinder- Job Creator- Working Together- Christian Minecraft Server- I Have Friends...- Teaming Up!- Limited Edition- Idolize- Unknown Powerhouse- Unknown Legend- Achiever- Expert Achiever- Over Achiever- Buddy Buddy- Sticking Around- Dank Memer- Fan Artist- Taskmaster- Halloween Social- Lineage Making Contest Participant- Richie Rich- Rich- Veteran Level 1- Character Application Approved!- Magic Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Senior [500]- Novice [250]- 1st Place Event/Contest Winner- 2nd Place Event/Contest Winner- Summer Special Participant- Have an Admin as a friend!- Player 
    Lineage : Seal of Balance
    Position : None
    Posts : 1190
    Guild : Dies Irae - Co-GM
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Mentor : Johann von Snacc
    Experience : 2,149
    Brownie Points : Literally Infinite

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Metal Dragon Slayer
    Second Magic: Fable Requip
    Third Magic:

    In Progress Re: ❖ THE SUN RISES ❖ (I/Dies Irae)

    Post by Sivvy on 22nd October 2019, 2:25 am


    Sivvy, being a stiffly polite and honest girl, fit her dainty-by-comparison hand into his larger calloused one, giving it a surprisingly firm shake. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Sivvy," the pinkette offered him in return, finding the greeting easier to do every time it left her lips. Spouting the whole 'I am designated 7, but you may call me what you wish, for I have no name' business seemed cumbersome now. Had it always been that way and she'd just not noticed? Likely yes. What Dr. Raelin would say if he heard how familiar she spoke with people now. What he'd do if he knew she'd accepted a name, the very thing he'd pointedly denied her and all of her siblings. It did taint her with the conditioned pang of panic, but it had been his choice to release her. She had new parameters to adhere to, and he'd also made it clear she was to conform to what was expected of her in the situations she was placed in. Her new friends hadn't accepted 7, so now she dropped it from her life save for the tattoo of it just under her hairline on the back of her neck.

    Turning to do just what she'd told Nico she would, without delay the ambassador would begin leading him to the shimmering palace-like structure crowning the hill. "It is unusually sunny for the island. A nice change of pace," continued the girl lightly, as if she wasn't strolling through town covered in some other people's blood. "Are you here to join Dies Irae, Nico Dixon?" Sivvy asked with a hint of her overly formalness leaking through as looking over her shoulder at him expectantly.



    WC: 284 || Sivvy's WC: 987




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    ❖ THE SUN RISES ❖ (I/Dies Irae) 60437_s
    Juuya
    Juuya

    Player 
    Lineage : Musashi's Descent
    Position : None
    Posts : 133
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 14,978

    In Progress Re: ❖ THE SUN RISES ❖ (I/Dies Irae)

    Post by Juuya on 23rd October 2019, 4:10 pm

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    Nico Dixon
    Someone needs to step up and do something.
    HP: 000/000
    MP: 000/000
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    When the shorter woman's hand clasped with his bigger one, Nico wasn't prepared for what she was about to say next. "Sivvy," she said, and only one Sivvy came to mind when she said that. It was such a unique and uncommon name that only one person could come to mind when he heard it, and needless to say, his cheeks blushed and eyes twinkled as if he had just received the greatest news he has ever received. He stopped, paused, stared at no one in particular and then at Sivvy. By the time she had finished introducing herself, she was already walking further inland, inducing Nico to quickly gather his belongings, jog ahead, and walk beside her with intense fixation and a smile that simply wouldn't disappear.

    "Yes, I am! Ever since I found out about it, I just knew that I needed to be there!" Nico responded giddily with his hard smile. His amber eyes were fixed on Sivvy, and his cheeks were still a little flushed. It was clear that he was eager to ask something. "S-So!" Nico began again, sputtering, "you're Sivvy, right? Like, the Sivvy? Ambassador Sivvy? Of the Dies Irae?"

    Nico wasn't normally a jittery man, but he seemed unable to contain whatever excitement was possessing him during that inquiry. He was sweating a little bit and his amber eyes stared widely at Sivvy in a way that wasn't creepy or ominous, but as if he couldn't believe she was really there. Like the Sivvy escorting him to Dies Irae wasn't really Sivvy, but some other woman who happened to have the same name and coolness that he had heard about. But if she really did turn out to be her, it seemed that whatever zeal that enthralled him would spill.
    This is the space for any notes you might have. If you end up writing too much, it should scroll nicely ^w^
    IVYLEAF33



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    Sivvy
    Sivvy

    Administrator- Moderator- Developer/GFX Artist- Main Account- Mythical VIP Status- Mythical- Gain An Artifact- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Guild Master- Custom Slayer- Dragon Slayer- X-Rank- H-Rank- S-Rank- A-Rank- Wanderer- EXP Grinder- Jewel Grinder- Job Creator- Working Together- Christian Minecraft Server- I Have Friends...- Teaming Up!- Limited Edition- Idolize- Unknown Powerhouse- Unknown Legend- Achiever- Expert Achiever- Over Achiever- Buddy Buddy- Sticking Around- Dank Memer- Fan Artist- Taskmaster- Halloween Social- Lineage Making Contest Participant- Richie Rich- Rich- Veteran Level 1- Character Application Approved!- Magic Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Senior [500]- Novice [250]- 1st Place Event/Contest Winner- 2nd Place Event/Contest Winner- Summer Special Participant- Have an Admin as a friend!- Player 
    Lineage : Seal of Balance
    Position : None
    Posts : 1190
    Guild : Dies Irae - Co-GM
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Mentor : Johann von Snacc
    Experience : 2,149
    Brownie Points : Literally Infinite

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Metal Dragon Slayer
    Second Magic: Fable Requip
    Third Magic:

    In Progress Re: ❖ THE SUN RISES ❖ (I/Dies Irae)

    Post by Sivvy on 28th October 2019, 3:13 am



    Why was he asking about her name? She had said she was Sivvy...had she been unclear in some way? This was a strange response, once she hadn't received before. Carmine eyes began to regard him uncertainly. Why was he saying her name like that, as if it held some special meaning? "Yes, Ambassador Sivvy of Dies Irae. I'm sorry if I was not clear before..." clarified the clone with deliberate annunciation, growing ever so slightly insecure that her new method of introduction was flawed in some way.

    The way he was just about bursting at the seams concerned her a little, if only because she didn't understand why. She'd grown accustomed to the nervousness and reverence recruits commonly displayed, balking at both ambassadors' power levels should they be below them, intimidated by the serious and violent nature of the guild. Sivvy was no expert at reading emotions, but Nico's reaction was less nervous and intimidated and more...excited. Like a child receiving their favorite ice cream, or something even greater than that. This wasn't even recognizable bloodlust that the rare recruit displayed, barely able to wait until they could spill some dark mage blood. This was entirely new to the slayer.

    Despite her confusion, the pinkette didn't pause or even slow her resolute steps. "There are no other Sivvys in Dies Irae, let alone ones that could grant you entry to the guild. At the moment, other than myself, only Johann von Weiss and Amalie West can evaluate and stamp new members," she needlessly explained, under the impression that this might help the enthusiastic male she had lead along the path that now melded into the stairs that would elevate them to the ornate double doors of grandiose palace they called a guildhall.



    WC: 293 || Sivvy's WC: 1280





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    ❖ THE SUN RISES ❖ (I/Dies Irae) 60437_s
    Juuya
    Juuya

    Player 
    Lineage : Musashi's Descent
    Position : None
    Posts : 133
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 14,978

    In Progress Re: ❖ THE SUN RISES ❖ (I/Dies Irae)

    Post by Juuya on 28th October 2019, 5:06 pm

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    Nico Dixon
    Someone needs to step up and do something.
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    It couldn't be contained.

    The instant the escort Sivvy's identity transformed into the Sivvy, the zeal spilled from his skin and could no longer be contained. His cheeks reddened even more and his eyes became glossy after the peals of excitement came over him. Ever since he heard about Dies Irae nearly half a year ago, Nico instantly became familiar with Sivvy's name. Whenever he saw it, it was the Sivvy of Dies Irae that he'd think of. The Ambassador, a leader of a guild with the most respectable of ambitions. He casually collected everything he found her name on or any sort of mention of deeds, although there wasn't much being distributed. But he didn't collect it in such a way that was obsessive or creepy, but it was something to read or look at when motivation nosedived every blue moon. In other words, he was fan. Like a favorite band or author, except he had been so terribly inspired by them and their ambassadors that he had dropped everything on the mainland to be here with her.

    "Really?!" Nico rhetorically asked again, more to himself than to her. He said it with a smile one would wear when they were recovering from the disbelief of some great news and were coming to terms with the happiness or glee they were about to experience. Nico, despite being a fan of Sivvy's, never knew what she looked like regardless of what articles of her mention he collected. He was happy to meet strangers, but the reveal of her identity really did seem to make him look even happier. "That's amazing! I've always been a huge fan of yours, you know! I didn't recognize you when I first saw you, too! You know, you're even cooler in person!" he praised her, the excitement inducing him to walk a little faster than she was and allowing her to see the boyish reverence he held for her just by looks alone. But it wasn't long afterward that he'd pause and the redness in his cheeks would soften, and the jovialness that poured from his eyes seemed to dilute. "Sorry. This is probably a lot," Nico dialed down a notch, refraining himself with his still-kind smile, "It's still a pleasure to meet you though, Ms. Sivvy!" his kind smile transformed into a grin again. Nico was nice to be around if you permitted him to be.

    The chocolate-haired man hadn't even realized how far they had walked until the hardness of the ground suddenly changed. They arrived at the guildhall, and Nico had been so captivated by its grandiose appearance, regal aesthetic, and infatuating schemes that he would oftentimes pause, fall behind Sivvy, and marvel at it all. Every few steps earned a glance or two from him as they scaled it, and even the island itself received more appreciation now that he was at the hall. It was like a child going to the zoo for the first time or an amusement park for the fifth. There was childlike magic to it all that captured him, and it felt contagious.

    "Whoa. . .!" Nico gawked excitedly behind Sivvy, making his way up the stairs until he met her at the top to finish what he was saying, "It's really clean!" he grinned again.
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    IVYLEAF33



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    Sivvy
    Sivvy

    Administrator- Moderator- Developer/GFX Artist- Main Account- Mythical VIP Status- Mythical- Gain An Artifact- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Guild Master- Custom Slayer- Dragon Slayer- X-Rank- H-Rank- S-Rank- A-Rank- Wanderer- EXP Grinder- Jewel Grinder- Job Creator- Working Together- Christian Minecraft Server- I Have Friends...- Teaming Up!- Limited Edition- Idolize- Unknown Powerhouse- Unknown Legend- Achiever- Expert Achiever- Over Achiever- Buddy Buddy- Sticking Around- Dank Memer- Fan Artist- Taskmaster- Halloween Social- Lineage Making Contest Participant- Richie Rich- Rich- Veteran Level 1- Character Application Approved!- Magic Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Senior [500]- Novice [250]- 1st Place Event/Contest Winner- 2nd Place Event/Contest Winner- Summer Special Participant- Have an Admin as a friend!- Player 
    Lineage : Seal of Balance
    Position : None
    Posts : 1190
    Guild : Dies Irae - Co-GM
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Mentor : Johann von Snacc
    Experience : 2,149
    Brownie Points : Literally Infinite

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Metal Dragon Slayer
    Second Magic: Fable Requip
    Third Magic:

    In Progress Re: ❖ THE SUN RISES ❖ (I/Dies Irae)

    Post by Sivvy on 10th November 2019, 3:51 am



    Most people would find themselves embarrassed by such an outburst, but not Sivvy. She was only curious and confused. A fan? It was still hard for her to understand what he was going on about. Obviously, he wasn't a literal fan, so he meant it as a shortened form of the term 'fanatic', which was someone who was enthusiastically devoted to a particular thing. But it was strange to think that he was a 'fan' of her. In her own eyes, she was still nothing. Even after all she's accomplished, it was barely anything worth mentioning by her personal standards.

    Then the slayer wondered what he meant by saying she was 'cooler in person'. Had she come off icy? She'd been told that before, but he didn't seem to be having the appropriate response if that was the case. So, what did being cool in general really imply? Was it good or bad? Judging by his face it was good, and while she did know what a fan was, she couldn't comprehend why or how someone would rave over 'coolness' or how she'd been been put on this pedestal for him. Part of her wanted to ask exactly what she'd done that he, a stranger, had heard about enough to form this opinion. Could it be she was somehow being useful to people without even knowing? Sadly, her developing social skills told her this was not the time to ask all of these things since he was here to join the guild. That would come first.

    "You're certainly the happiest recruit I think we've ever had," she admitted with a small smile, slowly growing used to his excitability quickly. Sivvy was nothing if not adaptable and honest. "It is really clean, isn't it?" the clone said with something edging on pride as they entered the Throne Room. "We all pitch in, though it's probably Amalie who keeps it in the best shape," continued the odd girl, her tone warming at the mention of her close friend's name. Within a few quick strides, she'd made her way to the trophy wall, placing the stained clown wig on a shelf. With that out of the way, she was ready to continue the recruitment process.

    "So, Nico Dixon, since you know so much about us already, would you mind telling me what you know about Dies Irae and its values?" requested the ambassador in a more official tone, though she was eager to hear what he had to say. It wasn't often that she felt she could skip the lecture about strength, discipline, honor, and the iron fist meant to crush dark mages and all evil from Earthland. If he already knew so much, it was time for a pop quiz instead.



    WC: 459 || Sivvy's WC: 1739





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    ❖ THE SUN RISES ❖ (I/Dies Irae) 60437_s
    Juuya
    Juuya

    Player 
    Lineage : Musashi's Descent
    Position : None
    Posts : 133
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 14,978

    In Progress Re: ❖ THE SUN RISES ❖ (I/Dies Irae)

    Post by Juuya on 16th November 2019, 5:40 pm

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    Nico Dixon
    Someone needs to step up and do something.
    HP: 000/000
    MP: 000/000
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    Nico wasn't expecting a review of values, but he was prepared for it anyway. He wasn't obsessed with the guild, knowing as much if not more than the next guy, but he felt confident that he could regurgitate the information Sivvy was expecting him to.

    "Mind it? Me?! No, not at all!" he exclaimed happily, his hands waving side to side so quickly that it looked as if he were flailing. It was hard to tell if he were eager to please or if he was just being himself from an outsider's perspective, but his character seemed to show on its own. His gaze was twinkling with fire and floated to the ceiling. His veiny, clenched hand following behind it, rising into the air like a symbol. "You guys are a guild devoted to making the world a better place! Weeding out evil and grinding it underneath an iron boot! Militant! Efficient! Just! Honor! And all on their terms! Gyaaaah!! So awesome!" Nico seemed to beam and continued to boast about Dies Irae as if he were talking to someone who had never heard of them before.

    Both of his hands were clenched with excitement, and he almost forgot that he was talking to one of the Ambassadors. He realized this and paused, his expression softened, and just when he looked like he was going to apologize again, he didn't. "And that's just so cool, you know? How can you not root for people like that? I can't find a good reason not to have their backs. . ."

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    IVYLEAF33



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    Sivvy
    Sivvy

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    Lineage : Seal of Balance
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    Post by Sivvy on 10th December 2019, 5:45 am


    "Yes," she nodded in acceptance of his answer, her bloody form turning back to face him. There was a new gleam in her eye, though it wasn't clear what it meant. Her hands clasped behind her back in the way an ambassador in the midst of judging a new recruit does, as if displaying every ounce of strict professionalism might crack weak links. "Just remember, we also must have a lot of discipline and constantly be building our strength," she reminded him, hoping the perky boy would see this guild was not an easy road to take. It required hard work and focus to remain stronger than dark mages who steadily hone their own strength in hopes of defeating any who dare oppose them.

    Carmine eyes flickering over him quickly, the gleam in her eye only brightened. "Speaking of strength, it's time to test it," Sivvy said suddenly, bringing one of her hands back around to her front, pointing a palm at him. She didn't speak anymore after that, though her body language made no mistake. She was about to attack him, and she had no plans of holding back. She was curious as to what reaction he'd have, watching him very closely. Her hand began to glow red, as if heat was building within her palm and rushing to the surface of her skin. The trophies on the shelves began to vibrate, chattering against the surface beneath them though not enough to bounce off. Everything in the room seemed to quiver under the pressure of her strength, as it should when a high ranking mage was about to unleash pure destructive power upon someone.

    Once she'd paused long enough to build up the proper effect, she released pure devastating force straight at Nico, a small smile tugging at her lips without her knowledge.

    Truth be known, it was just as much a prank she was pulling on him as it was a way to measure his resolve in the face of certain death. The pinkette was absolutely aware that attacking him with even a fraction of her power would probably kill him, which is why she'd placed one of her own invisible shields around him as well as over the interior of the guildhall itself. Nico didn't know that, of course. He also wouldn't know that she'd only recently learned how to prank from a man with an eyepatch at the autumn festival and that it was something she quite enjoyed when the opportunity presented itself.



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    Juuya
    Juuya

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    In Progress Re: ❖ THE SUN RISES ❖ (I/Dies Irae)

    Post by Juuya on 10th December 2019, 6:54 pm

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    Nico Dixon
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    Things seemed to be going well according to Nico. He had met one of his idols, and he was given what he would consider to be a tour of the Dies Irae's guild hall, and seemed to witness a new trophy (albeit very unordinary) being added among many others. For the easily impressed Nico, he felt that if he were to die right here, he'd be okay with it!

    . . .

    "Eh?"

    He knew that he had thought about death in the last few moments, but he had never, ever considered that some higher being may have been listening. He would have never guessed that some beast would have been eavesdropping. He would have never expected that Ambassador Sivvy, as amazing as she is, would have been threatening him with his own life right now!

    "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Miss Sivvy, ma'am!" Nico spoke so quickly that all of his words seemed to have been delivered in one speedy syllable, and despite the terror and mild confusion he was experiencing at that moment, his cheeks were blushing and a grin ripped across his lips! It was hard to tell whether it was an expression of unadulterated, anxious bewilderment or unrefined excitement of a budding man before his idol, but as the room trembled more and the palm of her hand became hotter, so did his face. Apparently, it was just terror and amazement.

    "M—M—Miss Sivvy, ma'am! Isn't this kind of—of. . . you know! You know, right?! I'm going to die, Miss Sivvy, ma'am! Miss Sivvy!" Nico blurted in process of looking for places to escape from. There were none, or at least no route that held any chance of protecting him. As he looked around in a ghostly panic, he took notice of the trophies that would be damaged in the process. He suddenly began to panic even more, looking at "Miss Sivvy, ma'am" with a panicked expression holding great urgency. "Miss Sivvy! Ma'am!" he blurted again without actually telling her about his concern about the trophies, just pointing at them with a flailing arm.

    This is such a badass way to go! Gyaaaah!! She's so cool! thought Nico, who seemed to be thinking all of the wrong things in this moment.
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    In Progress Re: ❖ THE SUN RISES ❖ (I/Dies Irae)

    Post by Sivvy on 13th December 2019, 3:05 am



    Never batting an eyelash at his stammers and blurts, her aimed palm's glow continued to intensify, waves of heat warping the air around it as the building around them shuddered even more. "I hope you survive. This is your entrance trial, after all. Our cemetery is getting a little full, though," she commented lightly just before she released the attack. It was an explosion that surely only some supernatural being could cause like it was the pure destructive force of a Nephilim tasked with keeping other Nephilim in line as well as keeping the world in balance. Particle splitting force ripping forth as if Nico was some sort of grand demon causing trouble or a dark mage that needed every spec wiped clean from Earthland. The shuddering of the building was probably enough to alarm others inside, but not enough to damage anything or hurt anyone. Her large shield contained any damage to the structure, and the invisible second skin she covered Nico in kept him quite alive, contrary to his assumption. If anything, he might be harmlessly blown back a few feet, but otherwise, nothing would harm him physically. Psychologically was another story, but that was exactly what Sivvy was testing.

    For a few moments, the ambassador really thought he'd flee. Not that he really could, but he could try. His frantic speech pattern had her worried that he would crumble under her prank and prove himself to be nothing but an overly excited boy that would fall the same way as some previous members they'd had to oust. There were quite a few who joined thinking they had what it took to become a member of Dies Irae, only to lack discipline and honor, or to be unable to attain the strength of both mind and body to continue. They gave nearly all hopefuls a chance as long as they truly seemed to want to rid the world of its dark stains.

    As the smoke cleared and the hellacious blast she'd unleashed faded into nothingness, she pulled her shields back and stood before him, awaiting his reaction with a hand strategically positioned over her mouth to hide the prankster's mirth bubbling beneath her stoic expression.



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    Post by Juuya on 16th December 2019, 8:21 am

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    Nico Dixon
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    An explosive, raw force combusted right in front of him and would have roused the deepest depths and tallest heights if those who roamed them did not perish against its might. Nico stood there with his arms crossed over his face, instinctively bracing himself for what he thought to be his inevitable doom. But such was not the case. Instead of flying back, he only staggered some, and when he was able to see again, he lowered his guard when he saw nor felt any damage sustained upon them, becoming more and more dumbfounded as his eyes darted around his body in search of so much as a scrape. Not only that, but when the smoke cleared, there had been no visible damage to the guild hall and standing there was the same Sivvy as before, except with a hand covering her mouth this time. Fortunately, he found not a single mark left on his unblemished skin and looked at her with immense bewilderment.

    Huh? But I. . . she. . . Nico thought to himself as he continued to search for some kind of wound—and still found nothing. He paused and sighed deeply through his nose once the threat of danger has fleeted, but it wasn't any sound of relief. The brand new eighteen-year-old was a brave boy, braver than anyone he had ever known. His courage knew no bounds and his willingness to take risks bordered on stupidity. But when faced with such immense power, all he could do was chatter. It didn't even cross his mind to run! Perhaps it was a testament to his bravery—his unwillingness to flee—but Nico couldn't help but feel embarrassed by his inability to act, even if he had done anything at all, it would've been futile.

    "Did you do all of that?" Nico queried lightly, tilting his head with a simper, somewhat akin to a puppy. He was referring to the lack of destruction rather than the destructive spell itself, since it couldn't have been anyone else who protected him against the very real spell. But when the thought crossed him, Nico's expression suddenly lit up again in the effervescence to distinct to him. His cheeks were pink with amazement and his eyes twinkled like there were stars shimmering within them as he looked at Sivvy. "That was you! Is this the move you use when you're inducing a heart attack in your enemies?! WAS THAT THE TEST?!!" the young man continued with his questions as he inched closer to her in his overbearing cheerfulness. He stopped and clenched his fists, screwing his face together with a sunny grin, "Damn! My heart is racing! How awesome! I thought I'dve died there!"

    . . .

    Nico froze again, every glimmer of happiness on his complexion fading. He thought he'd have died there? Was he really so weak that even he believed it himself? Well, maybe he believed it because it was the truth. When his eyes floated down to look at his fist, they weren't trembling, and he wasn't afraid. But he didn't do anything either. Suddenly, his expression hardened.

    "Miss Sivvy," Nico looked up again, but wasn't smiling, "please allow me to join. I swear that I won't disappoint." Instead of a smile, his expression was replace with a look of resolve and determination. He wasn't aware of the prank just pulled, but he never felt more clear about his decision to come here.
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    Post by Sivvy on 3rd January 2020, 12:14 am



    Regardless of him realizing it was a prank or not, she was pleased with the result. The corners of her eyes crinkled only slightly as if his cheerful excitement was contagious. Sivvy just let him get the adrenaline out of his system, not even bothering to clarify that yes, she'd really protected everything, and no, she didn't use that exact combo on enemies. If they were dark mages, they would receive the force of her destruction magic unprotected, since she always aimed to kill as quickly as possible. And absolutely, if she hadn't shielded him, he'd have died from what she sensed of his strength. Since Nico hadn't run away or shown any cowardice in the face of what would have been a death unlikely to leave even a corpse behind, the clone thought perhaps he could be Dies Irae material after all. He was eccentric (an ironic thing for someone like Sivvy to think), but he seemed determined enough. Nico would probably make a fine soldier with some guidance and training.

    Now that he had sobered and honestly surprised her with how resolute he'd become, the Ambassador knew it was time to finish the process. Her pink head nodded to him in acceptance before she turned her back to him briefly to fetch the box with the swirling magical ink inside a vial from the throne. Pilling out the stopper, her hand coaxed some of the sanguine liquid out where it floated, seemingly alive. "Nico Dixon, where would you like your guild mark, and what color would you like it?"



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    Post by Juuya on 20th February 2020, 8:20 pm

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    Although Nico's countenance had gained an impenetrable resolve, his expression and demeanor regressed back to their natural states the moment he laid eyes on that sanguine fluid—he knew he had earned his mark. To no surprise, Nico couldn't conceal his excitement.

    "NO WAY—FOR REAL?!" Nico blurted out, his crimson eyes twinkling and expression lighting up like a hot flame as he admired the liquid, "Holy crap! This is really happening, isn't it?! Hold on just a moment!"

    Restlessly, Nico paused in his bubbly effervescence only to turn and show his back to Sivvy. Eargerly rolling his shirt up, the dents and depressions in his skin could be seen with unmistakable clarity. While numerous cuts and slashes caked his skin—some freshly made with scabs covering them and other only a scar of what they once were—the largest of them all were a few patches of dark skin on his shoulders and nearing his waist. They were burn marks, healed with time but forever part of him as the scars were too ugly and unpleasant to miss.

    He was facing away from Sivvy, but it was easy to tell that he was smiling. If his demeanor wasn't enough, the man always spoke in a tone that made him sound like he was yelling, when, in reality, he just spoke very audibly. "Right in the center, if you don't mind!"
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    Post by Sivvy on 25th February 2020, 9:41 pm



    Watching him react once more was starting to become familiar already. She might as well get used to it since once he was stamped, she'd be seeing more of his expressive face. At first, when he turned his back to her she thought he was trying to compose himself again, but instead found him pulling up his shirt to reveal quite the road map of life experiences. Of course, the stoic girl wouldn't react with any gasp or detectable response. However, seeing the wounds in their various stages of healing changed her perception of him. Maybe he wasn't as inexperienced as she thought. The ambassador could relate tot he gouges in his flesh. She had quite a few of her own from battles and from Dr. Raelin's various procedures. Her body might be able to regenerate itself in inhuman ways, but it could never quite get rid of scars.

    Questions burned in her mind with an intensity that no doubt matched the flames that caused those char marks. What kind of life had he had? Did he have more experience than she did? Most people did since she'd only been conscious less than a decade and it was likely the average person had been conscious, well, since birth. No matter how much she trained and how strong she became, only living day to day could provide her with the life experiences she was behind on. Nico also seemed to take emotion to an excessive level, a stark contrast to his new boss. How could he be so blissfully happy and have endured dire situations that clearly marred him physically? Did physical wounds not affect the mind? Sivvy might be emotionally constipated, but even she had become more guarded in many ways due to the injuries they caused. Was Nico afraid of fire now? He was capable of fear. She'd seen it when she tested him earlier, but he wasn't debilitated by it. He must also not possess any aversions to pain and violence, otherwise, the young man wouldn't have chosen this particular guild. Well, he probably wouldn't. The ambassador couldn't say every recruit that joined fit their desired mold, and others were downright wrong for Dies Irae. Occasionally they got someone who wouldn't kill despite the militaristic guild boasting a high dark mage kill-rate. The clone already had trouble understanding people, but some were harder than others.

    With a waggle of her slender digits, the blood-like fluid left its vial and made its way to his blotched skin, seeping into the hallowed shape of their mark in the spot he'd indicated. It'd turn the color he preferred as well. Job done, the liquid swirled back from whence it came and she replaced it in the box, stashing it away quickly.

    Once she turned back to face him, she took an official stance. "Welcome to Dies Irae, Nico Dixon. If you head to the East Wing offices for processing, Helga will complete the necessary paperwork and issue the key to your apartment in the West Wing, should you require it," the pinkette said with a small smile and a shallow bow. She seemed content to let him go about his business until a thought occurred to her. "Nico, wait," she prompted, turning calculating carmine eyes on him once more. "I'm taking you on as my mentee," she informed him with little room for dissent. She could see Nico and Nathaniel getting along together.

    She could also see that she could learn nearly as much from her mentees as they would from her. The skills she could offer were vast but were mostly centered on physical discipline. Her martial arts abilities were rarely bested, and though she hadn't had magic very long, she trained so religiously that she had many different ways, physically and magically, that she could bring about death to those who deserved it. Nathaniel sought to learn restraint, something that Sivvy also lacked but endeavored to teach him anyway. By consciously fulfilling her purpose in helping him, Sivvy would also learn it. Maybe it'd be the same with Nico's ability to emote. While she didn't want to become as..intense...as he was, it'd be nice if while she taught him the most efficient way to behead someone, she could glean from him the intricacies of feelings and how to feel and show them properly. Reading about these things would only take her so far.

    It was quite an internal conflict, though. Every bit of her psychological programming prior to meeting Johann entirely relied on rejecting any and all emotions and attachments. Dr. Raelin held firm that allowing oneself to feel was to invite weakness. He lectured and beat it into each clone he produced that effectiveness and efficiency was the top priority, and both of those things would suffer if they ever fell victim to something as irrational as emotion. Even now she felt the familiar pang of dread twisting her guts. If the doctor knew just how far she'd strayed from both his teachings and her intended purpose, she couldn't even imagine what he'd have in store for her. He'd assume it was something faulty in her DNA and do some horribly invasive testing and alterations. Just the thought of being strapped to that table, smelling bleach and sterile metals made her skin prickle. Even though she'd not seen him in nearly a year, it still felt like his eyes were on her every waking moment. Maybe they were. Recently she wanted to keep it that way since she feared he'd decommission her. It was bad enough to be locked in the pods at night. Being locked in her pod to be forever trapped in the darkness of her own mind was the worst fate she could think of.

    It was too late to change her mind now. She'd already declared Nico her second mentee and it would be bad form to go back on it so quickly. "Training starts promptly at dawn at the trial grounds. Do not be late, or you will have to run twice the distance."



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    Juuya
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    Post by Juuya on 26th February 2020, 10:28 am

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    Nico felt the chill crawl up his spine and over his shoulders as the fluid embedded itself into his white skin. He couldn't see it, but he imagined that it was as amazing as he envisioned it—a badge of honor and glory he had the priviledge of donning. An emblem that has only existed in the Sorcerer's Magazine had now become part of him and his identity. There were many scars and marks on his flesh, but this was the one he was most proud of.

    Nico's lips twisted into a wrinkled smile, struggling to keep himself from grinning. He wanted Sivvy to see an expression of restraint when he turned around, after all. I've finally done it. I can't believe it! he would think to himself. Eight years of hardship and wandering, and burdened with the memories of his past, all of which made this one ritual so important to him. He could hear his own heartbeat—steady but pounding with a booming crescendo.

    With a silent, deep breath, he rolled his tank top back over his body, covering him and his scars once again. Nico turned around and smiled, "East Wing and Helga? Oh, so, that must be..." he looked eastward, taking note of the direction. ...over there, right? Nico finished his thought internally, but before he could begin meandering over there, Sivvy stopped him. He, too, also stopped promptly, but not because she asked him to. What Sivvy would tell him next was enough to stop him in his tracks.

    "...Eh?" Nico paused and bumbled at Sivvy's "suggestion". It took another moment before the bubbly man could truly process it, however. "...EHHHH??! ME? AS YOUR MENTEE?!"

    Nico was dumbfounded! It was not an offer he could either refute or object, but simply something he must accept. But who was he kidding? Nico wore many of his emotions honestly and openly, and needless to say, he was stoked by this new development.

    In one back-aching movement, Nico dipped his head so far that his body had transformed into a bow at a perfect ninety-degree angle! Impressive but too exaggerated for the average person. "RIGHT! Dawn! Got it! Thank you, Ms. Sivvy!! I'll be off now!" he bid her farewell, picking up his heavy bags and beginning to jog down the hallways and corridors he believed would lead him to this "East Wing."

    After a minute of jogging away from Sivvy, Nico was standing in the middle of the hallway, staring space ahead of him. Space he still had yet to cross.

    . . .

    "You're going to disappoint everyone. You're going to disappoint Sivvy." commented Nico. But it wasn't Nico. It was someone who looked and sounded exactly like Nico—but it wasn't Nico. It was Nabriales. Again. "She's going to find out what you did to them eight years ago. They're all going to see how horrible you really are—"

    "Yeah. I know. I know." Nico was smiling sadly, lacking the effervescence he displayed so openly just a moment ago, "She'll find out... and then..."

    Nabriales was leaning on the wall, but now he walking over to Nico, standing next to him and whispering into his ear. He sounded like Nico, but it was a quieter, colder voice. Toxic and rigid. "Avenge your family? Why say that when you're the one who killed them? You're weak. You're terrible. You should've died. Why are you here? You could've saved them, but you didn't. You abandoned them. You watched them die. You killed them, Nico. You're—"

    "No... I..."

    "—a murderer."

    . . .

    Nico was still smiling at the ground, but his expression was agonizing. His eyes tensed like he was about to cry, but it was as if there were no tears left to shed—like he ran out them. Instead, what replaced misery was a stifling, suffocating agony.

    A deep breath came over him. The agony and melancholy washed away, and the sun in his eyes returned. Nico felt whole again. "I know. I do. But at least let me try—" Nabriales was gone now, and he began to jog forward once more, without interruption, —to make this right, okay?

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