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genessia2018-04-04 10:58 pm
timeless_king) wrote in genessia2018-04-04 10:58 pm
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Arrival of the Demon King (ACTION for Genessia & Fayren)
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[Out from one prison and into another, it feels like. But one that is not sealed with magic. Definitely not the same seal Morrison and his allies placed on him all those years ago. No, this sarcophagus was easy enough to leave.
Though there was more than just mild confusion. He vividly recalls being in 4202 A.C, in the realm belonging to Midgards. He was forced to retreat by mere humans who gained access to magic.
He. Was. LIVID.
Humans with MAGIC.
But no Prince would sully his appearance by letting rage overtake him. He needed to return to Midgards and finish his crusade against that Kingdom's magitech and anyone who dared use it. Though he attempts, nothing happens. Was something blocking his magic? He may as well leave this dreary excuse of a mausoleum and see where, or when he is. Since he was riding the Stream of Time prior to awakening in that tomb.
Dhaos, this imposing figure of a man emerges from The Bay, draped in flowing golden hair and a regal cloak of orange and yellow, floats about with a contents of a box he found, all of which also floated around him as a blue and red orb orbited around him in perfect synch.
And he was appalled by what he sees. Mysterious technology, run on a magics that is foreign to him. All controlled by HUMANS. It sickens him, and does nothing more but remind him why he wars with Midgards in the first place. All he sees is a callous race of beings, working towards assured destruction for mere comforts and greed.
Dhaos wants nothing more than to just go right on ahead and just eradicate every bit of magitech that litters this human town. And yet... He doesn't sense mana, nor Yggdrasil.
You'll be pardoned for now, little human town. However, that doesn't mean he'll suffer their presence. A quick glance at a brochure reveals a city called "Fayren," which bares semblance to villages in Aselia, particularly in the Realm of Euclid. That will do. Until he can leave this wretched place, he'll find, or create, a place in Fayren.
All though this device, which the brochure claims to be for communication? Dhaos despises any and all forms of magitech, so he's going to throw it away without so much as a wave of a hand. Along with the useless brochures.
Unfortunately, the discarded device and brochures flies at a random passer-by. Are you going to take that? Not only did he throw items at you, but he's also littering.
((NOTE: Dhaos can have thrown the device at you in either Genessia or Fayren.
NOTE 2: His name is pronounced "Douse." PUN AWAY.))
[Out from one prison and into another, it feels like. But one that is not sealed with magic. Definitely not the same seal Morrison and his allies placed on him all those years ago. No, this sarcophagus was easy enough to leave.
Though there was more than just mild confusion. He vividly recalls being in 4202 A.C, in the realm belonging to Midgards. He was forced to retreat by mere humans who gained access to magic.
He. Was. LIVID.
Humans with MAGIC.
But no Prince would sully his appearance by letting rage overtake him. He needed to return to Midgards and finish his crusade against that Kingdom's magitech and anyone who dared use it. Though he attempts, nothing happens. Was something blocking his magic? He may as well leave this dreary excuse of a mausoleum and see where, or when he is. Since he was riding the Stream of Time prior to awakening in that tomb.
Dhaos, this imposing figure of a man emerges from The Bay, draped in flowing golden hair and a regal cloak of orange and yellow, floats about with a contents of a box he found, all of which also floated around him as a blue and red orb orbited around him in perfect synch.
And he was appalled by what he sees. Mysterious technology, run on a magics that is foreign to him. All controlled by HUMANS. It sickens him, and does nothing more but remind him why he wars with Midgards in the first place. All he sees is a callous race of beings, working towards assured destruction for mere comforts and greed.
Dhaos wants nothing more than to just go right on ahead and just eradicate every bit of magitech that litters this human town. And yet... He doesn't sense mana, nor Yggdrasil.
You'll be pardoned for now, little human town. However, that doesn't mean he'll suffer their presence. A quick glance at a brochure reveals a city called "Fayren," which bares semblance to villages in Aselia, particularly in the Realm of Euclid. That will do. Until he can leave this wretched place, he'll find, or create, a place in Fayren.
All though this device, which the brochure claims to be for communication? Dhaos despises any and all forms of magitech, so he's going to throw it away without so much as a wave of a hand. Along with the useless brochures.
Unfortunately, the discarded device and brochures flies at a random passer-by. Are you going to take that? Not only did he throw items at you, but he's also littering.
((NOTE: Dhaos can have thrown the device at you in either Genessia or Fayren.
NOTE 2: His name is pronounced "Douse." PUN AWAY.))
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Useful or not, I'll be the judge of that.
[He doesn't fully face her, he just extends a hand from his cloak for her to place the communicator in.]
sass
[She stands her ground, holding the device and raising a brow at him. Really? He's not even going to properly turn around to talk to her, even after hitting her with his phone?]
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He finally does turn around, giving her a stare as if questioning her what the problem is.]
Well? Or did you change your mind?
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You hit an innocent bystander with your phone and there's not even an apology?
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There are no innocence. Only ignorance.
[He turns his back to her again.]
Again; keep or destroy that abberation you claim to be "useful," or turn it over to me.
no subject
[She just watches him for a moment, before,]
Are you new?
no subject
[Shouldn't be difficult to tell he is.]
I am. But I do not intend to stay willingly.
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[He's been imprisoned before. While it wasn't a challenge taking control of the feeble minds of man, it took time to escape the mausoleum.
Genessia might prove interesting in the end. But until then, if this woman isn't going to hand over the device, he'll let her keep it.
Dhaos begins to walk away. He has planning to do.]