do you fly away now? / power discovery and development

[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — PHARAOH — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Sephiroth was a creature that needed to keep his mind sharp and occupied.  If not boredom would claw at his mind like a rabid beast, and he would probably do something impulsive and foolish as a result.  So even if it was mundane task like dusting out vacant homes inside the ruins, he was satisfied and tame.  The frame of the lion swelled in the doorway of an empty den, pushing inside to have a look around.  Yep, dusty.  Somebody must’ve lived here a long time ago, old bones from prey littered the edges of the den and if one looked close enough they could see old marks of blood on the floor.  The Pharaoh would curl his lip slightly in disgust, but still stepped inside and got to work kicking the bones outside and dusting off furniture with his brand pale paws.

Mother sang to him as he did so.  She sang an ancient melody that filled Sephiroth’s chest in a pleasing manner, making his expression soften even as he put himself to work.  ”Where did you learn this song, Mother?”  It was intended for the motherly presence inside of his head but he still spoke verbally; if anybody saw him they would almost for certain think he was out of his mind or simply bored beyond belief.

You taught it to me.  Your memory did.

Nonsensical as usual, but Sephiroth dare not question.  A content smile spread on his pale muzzle, exhaling peacefully as he worked with Mother’s lullaby in his ears.  He found his tail shifting from side to side with the tempo, shoulder muscles shifting and the drag of his paws on the floor even adding onto the tune in his head.

As he turned Sephiroth caught sight of a bookshelf.  Hm.  Again, somebody must’ve called this place home in recent years because the volumes within were books of a newer age, not old papyrus tomes and scrolls like he would expect.  Clearly this place had history.  The Pharaoh would pad over and rearrange the books, Mother’s melody becoming a pleasant hum.  He did not recognize any of the volumes before him.  He did know of the concept of books of course, but not any of these specifically.  Hm.  With all his knowledge, he would’ve thought there would be one he recognized.

THUMP

The sound of something hitting the ground behind him made Sephiroth whirl around, allowing the claws on his left front forepaw to extend.  He saw no enemy, no spirit, no Typhooner or Pittian looking to take his head as their prize.  He would look and see…a book that had not been there before, cover down on the dusty ground.  Did he make it appear?  Mother called him a god, did he have the power to just will books into existence?  Apparently now he did.

He would walk foreword and shift the book towards him.  The medium sized volume’s back was white edged with golden patterns, which he found to be repeated on the front cover once he flipped it over.  Dust covered the front, so Sephiroth took a paw and wiped the book clean.  The title was etched in goldenrod text on the front cover and framed with an intricate design of the same color.  The title of the volume, stark and clear on the cover, was ‘Loveless’. 

Sephiroth found himself opening the book with a paw as if on reflex, already knowing what he would find.  Words stirred in his head.  Memories.

”Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess.  We seek it thus, and take to the sky.  Ripples form on the water's surface, the wandering soul knows no rest.”

“Loveless, Act I.”

“Hmph.  You remembered.”

“How can I not, when you’ve beaten it into my head?”

The memories echoed in his head as he looked over the book, long past dialogue with somebody who also stirred up swirling emotions in his head.  Sephiroth would sigh at memories unknown to him, mouth turning into a thin line as he stared at the book.  Mother had gone silent in his head, leaving him alone to stew with his thoughts.  He decided he would keep the book despite his conflicting emotions surrounding it.  He needed answers, perhaps owning this would help stir them up in his mind.  If Mother wouldn’t speak to him about his past, he would have to find it hmself.

(he got conjuration yo
here’s the entirety of loveless if you’re curious)

#psychosocial.

[MIRIO!]

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PHANTOM MENACE

Togata Mirio is an 18 month old golden retriever whom is currently residing in the Rosebloods. As of right now, he has no rank. He is best friends with Tamaki Amajiki, and adores Eri. He is physically hard and easy to befriend.

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Listen, if someone told Mirio that they heard voices in their head, Mirio would have laughed at that. They had to be joking, was that even possible? I mean, there was people who heard voices because of mental illnesses, but like.. He didn't understand that too well. He had never experienced anything like that. At most, all he had to deal with was Tamaki talking to himself and degrading himself.

So when he heard faint murmuring, Mirio felt like he had to investigate. So, he had walked through walls, as always, too stupid to think 'hey, there's a door there, lets use that.' or 'lets walk like a normal being!'. Stepping up behind Seph, Mirio tilted his head to the side as he watched the lion conjure something- was that a book?

"Woah, you unlocked a new power? That's pretty cool." Mirio chipped in, a grin on his face as he ignored the fact that Seph was literally talking to himself, as if someone was conversing with him.

[adomania]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]There was a fine line between insanity and genius, or so others claimed. South didn't know the difference; they didn't think themselves as either. They were cunning, skilled, and manipulative to a fault... but not particularly invested in using that for much more than their own personal gains, and they didn’t hear disembodied voices in their mind on a daily basis; they only heard them on occasion, when Lirim decided that they wanted something.

But the void was usually silent, leaving their children to do whatever they wanted. Sometimes they spoke, more so to South than they did to Des, but it was just to make sure that everything was going well… enough. Lirim wasn’t proud (it was hard to achieve that), but they were decent enough to let most things slide when shit went, pun intended, south. Maybe that was the entire source of their reasoning for South’s name.

Regardless, speaking to your parents on a daily basis in your head wasn’t something South was a stranger to. Lirim, albeit mostly silent, was still there on occasion, even if they weren’t the most ideal of parents relatively to others. They never sang lullabies, or bothered to share many stories or life lessons. South learned them the hard way, then let Lirim occasionally reprimand them for things that they failed to learn the first time around. Sometimes the lion wished that the void was a better parent, perhaps as good as Fell had been before he died… but knowing how much worse Des had it with them, South decided to take what they had and not complain about not getting enough.

And right now, unlike Sephiroth, it was just South and their own thoughts and actions leading them towards the place that the leader had decided to clean out, perhaps just to do some general housekeeping around the clan to welcome the newcomers like them, or with intentions of moving in himself. South didn’t find mundane chores like that as something stimulating enough to fight boredom, and they rarely visited whatever home they chose for themselves, but they figured others found it enough. They weren’t going to judge when their alternative was… quite different. Selling yourself wasn’t a passtime most people were willing to indulge in.

At first they didn’t know what the hype was about; Sephiroth was simply staring down at some book (they were too far away to make out what the title was, but found soon enough that they didn’t care much to find out), and at a first glance the scenario was, albeit a bit strange, pretty normal. But it was Mirio’s words that caused South to take a second glance at the situation, peering at the novel with a new eye, and as they quickly realized that they were witnessing someone’s powers evolving, a grin spread across the lion’s face and they let themselves in to stand at the doorway. ”Conjuration,” their tone hid their feelings towards it, and it didn’t sound like a question moreso than a statement, as if they were confirming that which Mirio had already pointed out. A brief silence passed, then with a shrug of their shoulders, South let the blade at their side float up as an example, continuing to speak once they were certain they had Sephiroth’s attention. ”This here was conjured up by someone else, once. Inherited it from ‘em. Don’t got the power myself, though. Not yet,” but eventually they would; Lirim had promised them, that as long as they proved themselves worthy of such powers they would receive them.

They were usually impatient, but showing that wouldn’t benefit them in the long run. Lirim was a strict and chaotic teacher. There was a reason Des got all the power when he didn’t want any of it.

[Grey]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]He agreed that he wasn’t satisfied with a mundane world. That was why change was so necessary for the coyote. He craved the feeling of refreshment, the knowledge that things wouldn’t stay the same forever. It was why he would be happy to simply live within the realms of his mind because, that way, he could never feel too bored. He could create anyone and anything, form and destroy worlds, be a god or be a peasant. It didn’t matter because his world would always be changing, shifting and turning. The possibilities were free flowing, running like a waterfall, stretching like a riverbend. He once read an article about a man from the human world who had convinced the public that cat-dog hybrids could exist naturally only for scientists to realise it was all a scam, a joke, an attempt to jeer at society. But there was a part of the news article that stuck to him: “Humans want to believe – whether that is religion, alien abductions or impossible hybrids…In a mundane world, they want to believe in wonders.” Despite not being human himself, he couldn’t help but share in that point of view. He wanted to be entertained and amazed, put in awe of the universe around him, her weaving hands showing him endless joy.

Perry had noticed the lion enter the abandoned place but did not move to question him. He didn’t feel like questioning the Pharoah because he assumed that whatever the male was doing was important. But upon passing by, his ears perked immediately at the male’s speech. Mother? He tosses a side-ways glance towards the darkness of the room, trying to smell for any other presence and unable to hear another voice. The coyote felt himself frown. He was beginning to think everyone in the Rosebloods spoke to themselves, had voices inside their head, were completely insane and broken. Then he heard a book fall to the ground, the sound familiar to him because there had been plenty of cases he heard the unfortunate reverberation of a leather cover thumping and lying flat on the floor. He didn’t like it because it gave the possibility of pages becoming folded or novels becoming ruined. He couldn’t help but now turn around, wondering if he should enter but seeing Mirio make the decision for him.

He saw the way the golden retriever moved straight in to investigate, a little startled at the fact that he had just phased through solid matter before reminding himself not to be surprised. He blinks, entering normally before focusing his eyes on Mirio again. He tilts his head. A power. The other had witnessed Sephiroth ‘unlock a new power’. He hadn’t seen it himself, late to the scene because he was unable to enter an intangible state like the canine. The coyote merely sneezed at all the dust collected within the room before turning his attention back to the book Sephiroth had been reading, briefly able to catch the shape of the cover’s title. Loveless. It sounded dramatic. Perhaps it was even poetic. The coyote had always been fond of poetry. ”W-What pow-power?” Perry asks curiously, attention quickly drawn towards the bookshelves housing many volumes. His eyes seemed to twinkle. ”A-Are these b-books a-all y-yours?” He hoped not.

He didn't have to wait long for at least one of the answers, eyes twinkling towards the stranger he had never met. He presses his lips together, merely nodding. Conjuration. They seemed to understand a lot about powers. He wished he could say the same about himself but Perry had always been the distant observer, refusing to meddle too much in the unknown. Regardless of receiving an answer, he still waited an an answer about the books. He needed to refill his collection, wanted to read again for when everything became known and boring. It would be a shame for Perry to grow disinterested of the Rosebloods, mad because everything had become so mundane. Of course, the coyote didn't help himself when it came to the books. He wasn't sure if this place secretly belonged to someone who had failed to visit it in a long time, but the more he thought about it, the more it seemed unlikely. He just thought it was safer not to act too suddenly.

[arcy]

[glow=#000,1,400]UNDERNEATH THIS BLACK, BLACK SKY — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

It was a little unfortunate, just how much Eddie would have related to the fact that Sephiroth had a voice in his head. Except Eddie's voice was some sort of mutated parasite. If it weren't for all of the physical signs of existing Venom had shown, Eddie would be genuinely concerned that he was fucking insane. I RESENT THAT. Venom grumbles. Eddie would wonder when his other had picked up the phrase, and also what had lead his thought process here, but he has an absolutely terrible case of apathy, and has for .. he's not sure. A while, got worse this week. But this is all besides the point.
It's sheer luck that Eddie is walking by the room as they start to gather. The raccoon stops as he hears three, four, different voices speaking. And, today, he's feeling too nosy to just let it lie, so Eddie presses himself against the wall for a long few seconds until he works out that the ongoing conversation isn't private, to which he immediately slips into the room. He hadn't caught any of what they're talking about, so he has to piece it together by the conversations. He'd like to think he's good at doing such a thing, due to practice.
"These've been in here a while. This is one of the abandoned rooms, right?" The raccoon tilts his head. It's a little unfortunate that Sephiroth is being so bombarded with questions and words, but from what Eddie can tell, that's just standard group life. He's not terribly interested in the conversation at hand, but regardless he turns to Sephiroth, just so he's not hovering awkwardly. "Uh .. congrats, though." He says, rather awkwardly. Conjuration sounds like it'd be useful and time saving, which just based on the latter fact probably made it a useful addition to a leader's arsenal.