She grinned a toothy grin, clearly pleased by his observation. She stood and bowed dramatically Sun Dragon, to be exact. Glad you noticed. She then tilted her head You're not exactly normal, either, are you?
Cinthia watches the exchange in silence, keeping a careful eye on both. Moko, her familiar, returned to his perch across her shoulders
"Alright, but I can't cook if you want 'em that way you gotta' do it yourself. Also, Gloam should come with me this time just because."
"No, I'm actually as normal as can be. Just a little more…observant." He frowned, biting the inside of his cheek for a moment. "No…there's something more about you. Very powerful. Aggressive." He made the face of an intelligent man trying to work out something simple, then his eyes opened slightly. "Demigod…..Ares?"
(I already love this character, so many possibilities!)
well that took longer than needed))
Hello! I'm the new guy :P))
Loch doesn't even wait for a response and just flies away with Gloam at her side.
(Which character?) Tess's eyes lit up with delight. She turned to face Cinthia I love this dude! Then faced the newcomer again Not quite. My father's a god, yes, but he's… different. He's an Ancient One, ruler of one of the nine realms. Reavitaven is his domain, the Fire Realm. She tapped her lips thoughtfully Though, from what I've heard of Ares, they're both permanently pissed off gods with hot-headed children. Good guess, though.
Mine, imao, that sounded super self centered)) He tilted his head as she explained who her father is. "Hm. Never heard of any of that. Care explaining, or am I overstepping boundaries?"
Runner has to tread lightly, only thing he has to defend himself is a cast iron skillet, lol))
She crouched down, arms braced on her knees–her most comfortable position Nah, you're good. Most people don't know about the Ancient Ones. She hooked a thumb at the girl behind her Cinthia over there is one of the highest class of Ancient Ones there is–a Royal. Basically, the universe is split into ten realms, nine being ones where the planets are located and are ruled over by the middle class Ancient Ones, and the last one being the very center and the HQ of said rulers and home to the Creator and Oracle–Cin's parents. Each of the other nine realms is ruled by four gods, my father being one of them. She bit her lip in thought Does that make sense? I'm sorta new to this myself, being from Earth and all.
"Yeah, pretty much. I'm Runner, by the way." He offered no hand and stayed in the spot where he had stopped.
Tess: Theresa, but call me Tessa. I hate that name. She didn't move either, but studied him with the curiosity of a wild animal So, what about you, Runner? Her nostrils flared, picking up his scent What's your story?
"Story? Well, it's not much, but sure." He sat down, setting the pan next to him. He leaned back on his hands looked up at the sky. "Well, first thing I remember is running through a city's streets, just hauling ass. Probably about nine. I had no clue what I was running from, but I knew it would cause some trouble. I have no clue how long I I spent weaving through those alleys and jaywalking across intersections, adrenaline does that to your memory. But eventually I began to hear someone whispering. But no matter where I went, I couldn't get away, like someone was floating right behind my head. The voice slowly got louder and louder, growing into a motherly tone that had a way of calming a panicked child's nerves. I stopped running eventually and let it lull me to sleep, and when I woke up, I was in a trash heap with this lady dressed in those poofy dresses from, like, Civil War times. Mrs. Martha. She explained how she was a spirit, and how many others were like her that wanted to talk to me. They showed my how to feel each different type of magic, from the elemental to the godly. Taught me to think of them as food that you taste. Each one tasted different, so therefore you can recognize it and identify. Then, with a shit load of crying and hugging, they sent me away, and I've been walking ever since." He looked back at her, his hazel eyes glinting off of someunseen light source, giving him a eerie look.
That took FOREVER))
Tess's eyebrows flicked up in surprise, and a flicker of understanding passed through her eyes You lived on the streets too? Then she looked away, face darkening to something bitter and jealous. Her jaw clenched and her fingers flexed, as if she was holding back the talons You… had someone looking out for you? Helping you?
"For like, a day, maybe. They really just kinda introduced magic to me. Probably been living without them for 6 or 7 years now and that's a lot of time to hone a skill, ya know?" He looked completely unafraid, despite sensing the aggressive pulse her magic now took
She stood, hiding her jealousy behind an unfeeling half smile So I'm the only dirty street rat that no one wants. 6 or 7 years you say? I've been on my own from birth until I was sixteen, running through the streets, doing everything I could to survive and stay away from the government so they wouldn't conduct any more experiments on me or lock me in another asylum. She spread her arms out, cocking her head to the side But you couldn't even tell, could you?
Cinthia hung her head in exasperation at Tessa's second flare of anger Stars help me and my sanity
Mizu: Hugs Ameria
Ameira: Blushes but smiles
"I never pretended to have a harder life than you. You had asked me, I responded, you got mad at me. If you really have a problem with my past, gimme the word and I'm gone." He prepared to stand up.
Blight: Had returned to hanging upside down from the ceiling. Large ears swivel back and forth, listening
Tessa was suddenly violently yanked back. Cinthia had a hold of the back of Tess's shirt and glaring at her That's enough. Save it for training so you can blast Frosty to smithereens. Tess blinked, then hung her head sheepishly at Runner, muttering a quick apology. Cinthia sighed and ruffled Tess's hair, turning to Runner She means well. Deep, deep, down. Some scars take longer to heal than others. There is no need for you to leave, if you don't want to.
He chewed on the inside of his lip, the slight red tint on his face slowly fading. "I'm sorry for antagonizing. I'm not very good at resolving arguments." He settled back down where he was sitting. "Not very good at conversations, either. Practicing on trees is a lot different then actually talking to someone."
Blight: Turns his head, ears perking forward. Shifts a bit, but still somehow remains hanging on the ceiling
A lot of us aren't great with conversations here. I mean, we're really just a bunch of strangers thrown into a room, so can't blame some of us for feeling distrust, etc.
Mizu: They tend to be very emotional.
Cin: Agreed then she shook her head at Runner Not your fault. Tess is a natural hot-head. She gazed at the gloomy surroundings and wiggled her fingers If you lot would like, I could spin an illusion to make this place a little more… bright?
"Illusion…?" He thought hard. "Then….you control light. Yet…I get nothin' off of you…"
Ameira: I'm glad I'm a human. Too stoopid to know what they mean…
Blight: hearing 'bright', his red eyes flash glowing brightly. Lays his large ears back, releasing a loud hiss
Meeehhhh, I don't like bright lights though…I suppose I can allow it though, I'll just go hide in a darker corner
He turned to Ameira. "You think I'm not human?"